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desperatelyseekingcannibals · 9 months

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I'm Lost Too (Markus/Grigg) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Grigg (Jane Austen Book Club)/Markus (Riders of Justice) // Tagged: Post canon Martin, AU Grigg, trans male characters, trans Grigg, canon death (Markus' wife), prequel, Personal reflection, self discovery, TW for slurs, self hate, Internalised homophobia, self acceptance, confessions, kissing, hand job (on a trans man), squirting, Happy ending. Prompt fill.

Prequel to Couldn't Wait

Markus and Grigg's individual journeys of discovery lead them to each other.

I'm Lost Too (3.6k):

Markus flicked through the app, not really paying attention to any of the profiles and not swiping for any of them.

It had been three years since his wife was killed and whilst he wasn’t particularly looking for anything or anyone, his daughter kept encouraging him to meet new people. Even if just as friends, even if for a date or two. Maybe nothing more, maybe something.

Just Mathilde insisting on that had made Markus realise how much she must mean it. She'd loved her mother deeply and missed her in ways Markus hadn’t always been equipped to deal with. So for her to suggest that he needed to find someone outside of the weird little circle of friends they had grown since the accident, he had taken those words to heart.

He had made an effort. Partly.

He had set up the app, looking for 'friends, dates, maybe more', but he never really looked at any of the pretty faces that rolled by. It just became a habit for when he was bored. He’d been lucky enough to get set up in a desk job at the local barracks rather than being deployed again, now that he was a single dad and needed to take care of his daughter. So life was very different to how it had been, in so many ways.

It did mean early starts and sometimes he was home before she returned from school, and those were the times that felt incredibly empty. He hadn’t known much outside of the army, it had been his life since before he even met his wife. He didn’t know who he was without it in some form or another. But being stationed at home gave him downtime in a way he never had when deployed. Being on tour was never 9 to 5. He was never lonely, always with fellow soldiers. He didn’t know how to cope with the time he could now spend in his own head.

The time where he could explore why he joined the army, and maybe more importantly, why he’d volunteered for deployment after deployment instead of spending that time with his wife and child.

The thought made Markus’ face flush, his neck burn. Maybe things would have been different if he’d thought for one minute that he could accept who he was back when he’d been younger, instead of fighting against it. He’d done the right thing, though. That much he knew.

There was no way he was a fucking faggot.

The thought made his throat tight and he aggressively scrolled past a few more profiles and then stopped. His thumb hovering over the phone screen. He thought it was an ad or something at first, but then realised it was a profile.

The photo was blank - no image provided. And where most had profile names like “Stacey, 29, looking for fun”, this one simply said, “I’m so lost.”

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#hannibal #hannirgam #myfic #fanfic #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal extended universe #HEU fanfic #grigg harris #the jane austen book club #grigg x markus #riders of justice #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #trans character #trans male characters

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4e7her · 2 years

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I FIGURED OUT HOW AO3 WORKS

THEYRE POSTED ON QUOTEV TOO BUT NOW YOU CAN FIND TWO OF MY FICS THERE! ANOTHER ONE IS UPCOMING

FIND ME HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/users/4E7HER/profile

THE TWO FICS THAT ARE ALREADY THERE ARE TWST AND STARDEW

OUR LIFE: BEGINNINGS AND ALWAYS IS UPCOMING

#fanfic #fanfiction #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #quotev #ao3 author #ao3fic #ao3 works #stardew valley #yandere #yandere content #mlm content #trans male characters

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pet-shop-of-horror-fan · 1 year

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Trans representation in Housebroken is kinda weird.

Like we only know that Chico is trans because we know he is a tom cat and one time he gave birth.

And the other characters are confused by him giving having kittens, but they never question Chico’s maleness, just the birthing part.

The show gives no indication that there is any reason he could have kittens beyond the obvious, and this show come out in 2021, the writers had to have at least a general idea of what a trans man is, so they had to know what they were doing, at least a little.

All in all, I think the show has okay trans rep. I don’t expect the next season to have better or worse trans rep, I think it will most likely just keep at an okay level. We will have to wait and see.

#housebroken #chico (housebroken)#trans characters #queer characters #trans male characters #transmasculine characters

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queerism1969 · 8 months

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#lgbtqia #lgbtq community #lgbt pride #lesbian #nonbinary #sapphic #lgbtq #queer #nonbinary lesbian #gay girls #trans man #trans main character #trans male #trans masc #trans march #trans men #transmasculine #transman #transitioning

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realtsceline · 2 months

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54625 · 5 months

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Okay I'm curious. Since the MCYT fan space has a tendency to unanimously agree on certain headcanons and make a lot of things widespread fanon, are there any popular headcanons, interpretations, or portrayals of characters that you really don't like? I genuinely wanna know. Any popular ships you dislike? Any creaturifications that you dislike? Or even just the way people talk about a character?

#qsmp #trafficblr #hermitcraft #hermitblr #a couple of my own are #qpr Tazercraft. not a lot to say about i just prefer them as regular ol' best mates #and trans qPac. just because a man is Short* and Nice* doesn't mean he has to be trans #*i say this because i have noticed a pattern. male characters who are short have a large overlap with characters seen as trans #oh you're a dude?? and you're under 6ft??? you couldn't possibly have a penis #mcyt

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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Barrack bunny reader but it’s top male reader x TF141

Barrack bunny reader where you cant satisfy all of 141 at the same time so you got soap and gaz rubbing their pussies together while watching you fuck ghost

Barrack bunny reader where you’re tuckered out after fucking 3/4 so you got Price or Soap or whoever riding your cock while you’re basically dozing off

Barrack bunny reader where you’re fucking only one of them and making three of them watch without being allowed to touch themselves, having their cocks hard and weeping between their legs as they beg and plead for you to just do something

Barrack bunny reader where you’re busy with one of the boys so ghost and soap have to fuck each other but it doesn’t feel the same so soap is just whining and complaining while riding ghost’s cock because Ghost just isn’t hitting the right spots

Barrack bunny reader where you’re sleeping with the boys on different days so while you’re with one member, you’ll have another member listening in through the walls and jerking themselves off to the sounds the two of you make

Barrack bunny reader where you’ll have all four of them on their knees trying to suck on your dick, you’ll have soap managing to wrap his lips around your cockhead while price jerks you off with his hand before ghost is pushing off the Scotsman so he can deep throat your cock while gaz fondles with your balls

#I had to do this when I saw it on the dash #I hope it’s okay it’s very quick #call of duty #top male reader #dom male reader #bottom male character #sub male character #trans male character #john price x male reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #gaz x male reader #gaz x reader

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lucyvelvett001 · 21 days

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Would you let me suck you on the first date?

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sooniebby · 6 months

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟯: 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲/𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲/𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

Bottom trans male reader. Reader’s lower part is called interchangeable: cunt, pussy, clit, folds, heat, hole. No mention of anything feminine. Reader has had top surgery. Don’t read if this can cause dysphoria for you (to trans masc <3 I have other stories!)

“You really suck at this game, huh?”

Your friend, Levi is smirking at you. His lilac dyed hair messy from taking off his headphones as his eyes stared right at you. You roll your eyes and toss the controller onto the coffee table in front of you, ignoring the strained hiss that leaves Levi at the action.

“Yeah, yeah. What do you want this time?”

“You know what I want!” He grinned. “Food, as always.”

You frown. But this wasn’t your usual frown of being forced to pay… it was more of: “uh, how do I tell him that I really can’t afford being one week of food for him?”

Levi seems to notice your internal tension as his grin slips. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I… can’t really pay for that, I’m sorry. I just got left off on my job.”

“Oh,” Levi shrugged. “It happens. You can pay me in another way, if you really can’t afford it.”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Anything but paying for something.”

“Great, be my maid.”

“Su—excuse me?” You blink, looking at Levi for any type of look of mischief in his eyes. But he only chuckles and grins.

“You said ‘anything’. A maid is anything,” he said casually, turning off the gaming system as you could only blink in slight horror.

“But—”

He pressed a finger on your lips. “Don’t worry, it’ll be pleasurable for you too. You can just stay at my place for the week.”

At first, you really didn’t know what he could’ve meant by that. But the next day after you woke up, you soon found out what could possibly be pleasurable about being a maid.

You were making breakfast for Levi. Simple enough—you expected that. As you began to fry the eggs, you felt a hand sneak up your shirt, resting comfortably on your hips.

“Uh—”

“—pay attention to the eggs.”

You quickly turn back to facing the stove, staring at the eggs. Levi’s hand trailed across your skin, tracing little shapes on the soft curves you had before reaching your chest, gently grasping it.

“Safe word?”

“Oh—uh! I…” you glanced down at the eggs once more. “Eggs..?”

Levi’s stifled laughter was heard before he hummed, moving his hand downwards. You didn’t think that Levi would have ever viewed you in this light, somewhat sexual. But you didn’t want him to stop.

You haven’t had sex in months and after being laid off from a job, you wanted some type of stress relief.

The tension in your back began to ease as you got used to Levi’s hand against your skin. He hadn’t done anything too risky yet, simply touching all over your skin.

You grabbed the spatula and flipped the eggs. Once your focus was on all on the eggs, you felt Levi’s hand shove down your boxers and harshly grip your ass.

You gripped the countertop in shock, a meep leaving your throat at the sudden attack. Levi laughed as he began to fondle your ass. His hands were slow and calculating, gently spreading your ass apart from time to time in his ‘massage’.

“Eggs burning.”

You look down and shriek, quickly shutting the stove off as you took the pan off. The egg was only a little burnt but burnt nonetheless. With a frown, you placed the egg on the sandwich and looked back at Levi.

Levi moved his hands away from your ass and grinned. “Thanks.”

He took the plate and you thought you would’ve been left alone but he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. His hand didn’t leave your waist as he pulled you with him to living room. He plopped down on the couch and pulled you down as well, making you sit on his lap.

“Pass the remote.”

You reach over the remote and give it to him, a bit too shell-shock to really think about what was happening. How was this being a maid? You thought you were supposed to just clean and make food.

A squeak, embarrassingly, left your lips as Levi pulled you close to his chest so his chin could rest on your shoulder. He continued to eat that way, watching some random action movie you couldn’t pay attention to.

How was this even comfortable?

After his breakfast, he placed his plate on the coffee table and patted your legs.

“Go eat. I’ll come to you when I need you again.”

Once you left his lap, he left. Straight to his room. You felt a little embarrassed. Was… that it? Why did you think he was about to fuck you? With a pout, you went to the kitchen and decided to just eat some cereal.

Levi didn’t come bother you again until around lunch time. You were laying down on the couch, on your back as you flipped through channels, trying to figure out what to watch for the day.

He was silent, walking over to you. Levi got your legs and forcefully spread them apart, sitting between them. When you tried to get up, he laid his hand flat on your stomach, effectively holding you down.

You couldn’t help but shudder in excitement at his strength.

“Don’t mind me. Keep watching.”

You didn’t exactly want to do that but the way his eyes looked at you made you want to obey. You turned your attention back to the tv and tried to act natural as you found a channel playing old horror movies.

You actually began to get stuck into watching Dracula when you felt cool air on your lips. Looking over in slight fear, you saw Levi’s mouth right near your cunt. He grinned and pointed back at the tv, effectively telling you to watch the movie.

With a bit of resistance, you turned back to the tv, trying to calm yourself down.

It was like he was waiting for you to get sucked into the movie. It was only then that you felt his tongue on your clit. His… way to long of a tongue, gently caressed your clit. One of his hand was still pressing down your stomach while the other grazed your clit occasionally.

You bit your lip, trying to just focus on the movie. Your legs twitched as Levi slowly began to move downward, pressing soft kisses on your wet folds.

He pressed his hand down harder on your stomach as he leaned in and began to lick between your folds. You whimpered, finding it harder to give too fuck about vampires anymore.

Levi was slow, wanting you to get used to his tongue on your heat before he began to suck. His free hand reached over and was now continually flicking and caressing your clit. Your body began to flinch and thrust upwards, the pleasure taking over your movement.

But his one hand held you down.

Fuck, just how strong was he?

You embarrassingly felt close. His tongue was somehow reaching inside your walls while his hand skillfully touched your clit. How did he even know how to eat pussy? He told you he never slept with someone with a vagina!

He pulled away just as you were about to cum, causing you to whimper. Levi’s lower face was covered in your slick which brought a look of embarrassment on your own face.

“Thanks for lunch, (Name). It was… sweet.” His hand slipped down and gently rubbed your folds.

“Don’t…” you whimpered in embarrassment, reaching up to cover your face.

Levi simply laughed and patted your stomach before leaving. You whimpered, hating that he was leaving before you could ever cum.. what type of kink was this?!

You reached down to finish yourself off before stopping when you heard Levi yell.

“I hope you aren’t touching yourself!”

With a grunt, you pull away and stare at the tv.

For the rest of the day, Levi would always randomly come between your legs, grip them tightly and force them apart and just eat you out.

On the couch, in the bathroom, the kitchen.

Even when you tried folding his laundry. He forced your legs open and lapped at your cunt, slipping in a few fingers a bit to stretch you out.

And every time, he wouldn’t let you cum. Even if you begged, he would simply smirk and walk away.

It was after dinner that you had enough. He was treating you like a rag doll, forcing your legs open and getting his fill before leaving you.

You stormed over to his bedroom and forced the door open, seeing Levi sitting down on his bed with just a towel. He looked up at you in confusion, his head tilted.

You almost forgot why you even came in here. His lilac dyed hair was wet. His whole body was wet. You didn’t even know he had muscles.. those damn baggy clothes hid them too well for your liking.

“Need something?”

“To cum.”

Levi laughed. “Why’re you asking?”

“Because you keep eating me out and then not letting me cum, asshole!” You yelled, storming over to where he sat on the bed.

“I know. I did that for a reason.”

“Which is?”

“It’s fun seeing you squirm.”

You yelp in shock as he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed, moving to where he was on top of you. He leaned down, his breath right near your ear.

“I wanted to make sure you only cummed on my cock.”

Levi leaned back and slipped off his towel, his cock now free. “I think you deserve it now after being so good.”

You quickly move up a bit on the bed, taking off your shirt and boxers. Levi gripped your waist and pushed back down onto the bed.

“How do you want it?”

It seems this was the first time he actually wanted you to ask for something.

“I.. wanna see your face.” You muttered, hating how most of the times he ate you out, you were always forced to pay attention to something else.

Levi hummed and simply smirked. “Then don’t look away.”

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You blushed as you watched him lap down a bit and look up at you with a grin. His eyebrows quirked up as he waited for you to continue.

You flushed in embarrassment, not used to having take control at the moment. With shaky legs, you gripped his cock and pressed it against your wet cunt. Your hole easily took Levi’s cock as you slid down.

Your body shivered once he was fully inside, your hands sprawled on his chest. “Y…you’re so big, damn it..”

“You can handle it~ you’re already taking me well.”

You blush but felt encouraged enough to begin to ride Levi’s cock. From the built up tension, you were already about to cum. Your heat tightened around his cock as you began to unabashedly moan and cry.

Levi simply watched, his eyes at the sight of your connection to him. Your dripping heat that eagerly took his cock.

“N…ngh… I.. I’m go—” you cried out, your pussy clamping down on your cock as your began to cum. You even squirted a bit, right into his abs.

Levi’s cock was still hard inside of you as he reached over and began to lightly rub your clit, earning a whine of overstimulation from you.

“I don’t know why I didn’t ask you to be my damn maid instead of fucking food all those other times… fuck, (Name), you’re such a good boy, huh?”

You eagerly nod, looking down at him with teary eyes. Your body was covered in sweat as your hair was messy. You hole still clenched around his cock, even after cumming. It was missing something.

“This,” he rubbed your clit, “is mines forever, hm? You’ll be a good boy and be mines to use whenever I please?”

You nod. “Y…yes..”

“You like that, huh? Being my good boy.”

“Yes…”

You didn’t know you could sound so whiny.

“Then…” his hands harshly gripped your waist. A cruel smirk on his lips. “You need to be a good boy and let me use this cunt of yours.”

He thrusted. His thrusted were harsh and crazed. Levi was obviously chasing his release and he was using you as if you were fleshlight. You moaned unapologetically, though it could’ve sounded like cries.

Suddenly, you were on your back and his hips were driving roughly into yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and reached up to grip his neck as you arched your back in pleasure.

Levi reached up and gripped your neck, though not to choke you. He simply held it as some sort of purchase as he stared right down at you. His face strained heavily as he kept up his fast pace.

You couldn’t help but wail, feeling embarrassed that your friend was seeing you in such a way.

“Don’t hide from me.”

He moved his hand up to grip your chin and turn you back to face him as he leaned down and captured your lips into a kiss.

The kiss felt… awfully soft in comparison to his harsh thrusts. Speaking of which, he slammed into your heat and held in close as his cock began to cum deep inside of you.

You felt yourself cum too, clamping down on his cock as you felt yourself shake in pleasure. Your moans swallowed by Levi’s lips on yours.

After a minute or so, he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, smirking at your fucked out face.

You could only whimper, feeling the cum inside of your heat.

“Hope you can handle this for six days straight.”

Levi teased. But all you could think was that six days certainly weren’t enough.

After those six days… you were certainly going to purposefully lose those bets again to get dicked down by your friend.

Maybe it was a blessing you already sucked at video games.

Hope this one was hot enough. It came out way longer than expected. It’s my first time really describing being eaten out so hopefully it worked out well lolol!

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#bottom male reader #oc x reader #male reader #original character #mlm ns/fw #uke male reader #trans nsft #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #smut drabble

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ts-tamzin · 5 days

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Who's interested in a booking today?

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thegnomelord · 8 days

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if you write a thing about the creaming the zussy i will kiss ur boots

The boots better be shining when you're done.

How To Cure Zombies 101

CW:NSFW MDNI, crackfic obv PiV sex, TLOU Clicker trans Ghost, Top Male Reader, established relationship, happy ending, dub-con because Simon consented before he got bit but reader is apprehensive, zombie sex (does it count as necro?) how does this work? idk porn logic. Don't ask me how this happened, i hope this doesn't become what my blog becomes known for.

When the Cordyceps spread across the planet and turned millions of people into shambling mushroom infested undead, the world ended.

When Simon got bitten. . . your world ended.

You still remember it like it had been yesterday; He came back bloody, an empty look in his eyes as he showed you the bite on his arm. Your hands shook as he wrapped them around the grip of the gun and aimed it at his head. You both ended up on the floor with you crying into his chest, unable to pull the trigger.

You remember the resigned look in his eyes when he had agreed to let you do whatever you needed to him to cure him, but both of you knew there was no way, what made you immune to the fungus was as mysterious to the rest of the world as it was for you. His lips had been burning hot when he laid a soft kiss on your forehead, the last sense of warmth you've felt since the docs took him to where they kept the infected for study, your heart leaving with him.

And now?

Now the scientists that have been prodding you like a lab rat since Simon got bitten nearly a year ago say they have a way to bring his mind back, to get Simon back.

And the way to do it?

"So let me get this straight?" You begin, your voice tense, your body even tenser. "You want me to fuck the corpse of my lover? And that will cure him?"

That. You're not sure how the eggheads arrived to this conclusion, frankly all of their scientific jargons had flown over your head. All you understood was that the man you had fallen since the first time you met him could be brought back.

You sincerely hope you won't make some type of super fungus through this.

Words can't describe what you feel as you look at Simon's (is it even Simon?) bound body writhing on the gyno chair, naked and bare to you. You doubt you even know what you feel, hope and fear simultaneously curling in your stomach— You hadn't had the courage to look at him ever since the scientists took him away; The harsh laboratory lights make it easy to see the mycelium filling his veins beneath the ashy pale skin, mushroom caps growing beneath his pecs and across all other scars he has. Red and yellow mushrooms have eaten away his nose and spread out to follow the contours of his face, growing in a way that makes the mushroom caps blend together into a skull shape.

Your heart aches when you see his eyes haven't been eaten away yet, the once deep brown turned milky white and staring lifelessly past you, thrashing about in the bindings, rotten teeth gnawing on the ball gag in his mouth, small hisses and malformed muffled clicks echoing through the room.

You try to look down and you stop at his stomach, forcing yourself to breathe in and out slowly because your heart is beating so fast it feels like you'll have a panic attack. You have no idea if this will work and doing this to Simon only to find out it's as useless as all your previous attempts to cure him. . . you're sure it would break you. Closing your eyes and counting to ten you will yourself to focus, your eyes opening slowly and following the trail of little mushroom caps down to his groin.

It's not what you expected., but it's. . . a lot; Mushroom caps have replaced the lips of his cunt, similar to the hard growths on his head but these look thinner and longer, almost like flower petals framing his cunt, bright red at the corners and getting progressively lighter as it nears his hole. A sort of morbid curiosity compels you to reach out brushing your fingertips against the caps. They're surprisingly softer than you had expected, smooth and slick with some kind of slime. You can't help but notice how a longer stalked mushroom grows from what had been his clit.

You jerk your hand back when a second brush of your fingers makes his body to jerk back and attempt to fight against the restraints, more angry clicks vibrating his throat.

But you also notice a kind of… sweet scent in the air and it's coming from him. Cautiously you brush against the caps again, slowly dipping your fingers under to touch the gills underneath. You keep your hand where it is when he thrashes again, but you're certain that smell is stronger now, and you catch the glimpse of clear viscous slick slowly leak from his hole.

Carefully you push a finger into his hole in an attempt to stretch him out. Logically you know that he probably doesn't feel it, but it feels wrong to just stick your cock in him; He's cold. You know he's dead but you had held out some hope that he would be warmer, that there would be some signs of life despite how stupid that sounds.

He's dry right now, but more of that clear fluid seeps around your fingers and lubes the way as you experimentally push your finger all the way up to the last knuckle, and you felt his muscles flutter around you, clenching down as if trying to draw you in deeper. His head continued to thrash around, no change in the feral behavior, but you still try to be gentle, pushing one then two fingers in and slowly scissoring him open.

You pull your fingers out when his hole has relaxed enough to let you easily slide your fingers in and out, and he's produced enough slick to completely drench your hand. You try to look at him as you press your cock against his fluttering hole, but the sight of his milky eyes almost makes you soft on the spot so you screw your eyes closed and slowly slide in.

Despite how cold and wet his cunt is, you haven't felt anyone's touch, even your own, since he got infected, and a part of you feels disgusted at how a bit of pleasure traces up your spine. He continues to hiss and click as you bottom out, his hips bucking wildly you have to press them down. You set a slower pace than you're used to, keeping your thrusts even and consistent, afraid to tear anything but your fear is seemingly misplaced. He's so much wetter than he'd ever get before he got infected, slick wetly squelching as you bottom out over and over again, clicks and snarls accompanying every move you make.

You're ashamed to say you don't last long. Fuck, is he tight you've been ignoring your body for so long that when you accidentally brush against the stalk growing from his clit and his cunt suddenly tightens up like a vice you cum on the spot, your hips doing little minute twitches as you empty so much of your cum in his cunt that your balls hurt. You pull out just as slowly, both of your mixed fluids leaking out and almost getting caught by the soft mushrooms framing his hole.

You muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, and your heart breaks when his lifeless eyes blindly stare back at you.

You feel like a fool when the first time doesn't work, he's still just a body pupated by a fungus. And you feel like an even bigger fool when you agree to do this a second time.

But the third time. . .

You don't know if it's just wishful thinking but he seems more. . . alert. His head always follows you when you approach him but now his milky eyes almost seem to be looking at your face instead of staring straight through you. He's strangely still on the chair, teeth gnawing on the ball gag but he doesn't try to get out of the restraints.

He doesn't screech when you gently caress the soft outer mushroom caps framing his cunt, instead his chest vibrates with more deep clicks. Nor does he start to wildly writhe on the chair when you slowly sink a finger into his cunt, finding it's already wet with slick. If anything he almost seems to chase(more like stumble) after the sensation, his hips doing small little movements to push your finger deeper into him.

Emboldened by childish hope you do something you hadn't before and reach with your other hand to slowly trace the long stalk of the clitshroom (not a term you coined), before rubbing the base of the cap like you would your own cock.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the gentle pressure of your fingers makes him buck into your hands and let out an ear-piercing screech that the gag has trouble muffling. You pull your hands away and that worsens the problem, the shrieking turning into literal chest rumbling snarls as Simon starts to struggle against the bindings.

Panic rushing down your system you put your hands were they were, gently stroking the 2 inch long mushroom growing from his clit. His hips buck up to chase after your hand, the snarls reverting back into shrieks, but as you stroke him longer they gradually die down to low pitched clicks and whistles. You're stumped; the clicks sound a lot like a cat's puff, his hole fluttering and clenching around your fingers as you slowly push them inside.

He's warmer now, not quite how he was before, but not cold as a corpse either. You know that you've gone completely mad by the fact he starts to gyrate his hips— grinding down just as you get knuckles deep so your fingers can brush against the sensitive spots inside him — makes your mind think that it's a bit of your Simon coming back.

You shake your head and pull your hands away, taking hold of his trembling thighs. You're greeted with another deep snarl but he quiets down immediately when you start to slowly push into him. He feels even tighter now, and you watch how his head falls back on the headrest, a long series of low clicks and whistles squirming past the gag.

His hips move to meet your slow thrusts, tight warm walls squeezing down every time you attempt to pull out just like he used to do. And that thought has your body increasing the pace automatically, your balls slapping against his ass, every sharp thrust hitting something spongy inside him and drawing out a sharp click, the rough pace leaving you panting.

Mindlessly you look up, too caught up in the moment remembering how Simon loved eye contact to remember the situation you're in.

He's looking straight at you.

You halt mid thrust, the low hiss he lets out falling on deaf ears as you tilt your head to the side. You're not insane, his eyes follow you. They're still milky, but they don't look through you. He's looking at you.

Another rough clicking sound leaves him and he thrusts his hips down against yours with enough strength to bruise, almost impatient. Despite how stupid it is you reach out and quickly unbuckle the gag with trembling fingers. "Si?" You say, unable to hide the hope in your voice. "Are you there?" You lean over him, looking hopefully into his eyes. "Do you remember me?"

His jaw moves like he's munching on a survivor, but all that leaves his mouth are more clicks and rough grunts.

Fuck. You are a fool.

A sob tears through your chest before you can stop it, ducking your head down to lay it on his chest. You're unable to keep the fresh tears from falling on him, watering the damned mushrooms that had taken him from you. You can't stop the sobs from coming, your back bowed and shoulders shaking as you cry just as much as the day you first lost him.

His chest vibrates with another long series of clicks and whistles, just pouring salt on the gaping would in your chest.

Your name rights through the room.

It's scratchy, rough, almost incomprehensible to your ears, but it's your name.

You look up so quickly you almost snap his neck. "Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. "Are you in there?" You slowly reach out to hold his face, careful not to cut your hands on the sharp mushroom caps along his cheeks.

He looks at you back, jaw moving still, but he doesn't try to bite the flesh of your palms despite your hands being right there. "Ckckck-" He clicks, pupils going from pinpricks to blown out, "Ckckrkck- Mo- ckck-ve." He manages, a thrust of his hips accompanying the order.

Your heart leaps to your throat and you can do nothing but follow it, sliding one hand down to dig your nails into his thigh, looming over him as you pull out until only the head is inside and them slam into him that there's an audible clap of skin on skin as you bottom out. A half shriek half click half "Yes!" escapes him as he throws his head back, slack jawed.

A whole range of noises escapes him as you hammer into him with all you've got, one hand remaining always on his face. You can feel him getting hotter the longer you pound into him, body shaking as each thrust nails his sensitive spot. He gets progressively tighter and tighter as you fuck into him, and you let go of his thigh to carefully strike along the long shaft of the clitshroom.

He shrieks at the top of his lungs and his cunt clenches down on you like a vice, fluttering around you and gripping your cock like it doesn't want you to pull out. It pulls you into an orgasm,

"Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. He's too silent compared to how vocal he had been a few moments ago. "Are you in there?"

His head rolls a bit, peering at you through through his lashes, tongue moving heavily in his mouth and lips twitching up into a soft of barely-there grin. "Cckck- l- ckckc- love- ckrk-you -ckkckrkckck-"

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dinkandballz · 2 months

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Taking care of Alastor for the first time

INCLUDES: aspec Alastor, trans Alastor, sub bottom Alastor, dom top reader, amab reader, established relationship, cunnilingus, creampie

Alastor has no idea what he’s doing.

He’s laying below you on the bed, tail wagging relentlessly as it’s squished between the bedsheets and his back, and he’s wet.

Usually when this bizarre feeling occurs, when Alastor gets… needy, he’ll close his eyes and deal with it himself.

But now that you’re his partner and you’re so willing to help him, he agrees.

So there you are, face between his thighs as his body makes obscene noises in reaction to your eager tongue.

And Alastor feels like he’s on top of the world, grinding against your face for more and more until he finally gushes onto your tongue.

He politely hands you a towel and watches as you lick your lips.

He’s tempted to go further, and empty feeling settles in his belly, and he almost says nothing about it before he spots the tent in your pants.

“I would like you to make love to me,”

And you chuckle and agree, because he’s clearly as desperate as you are, so why not?

You kiss the scars on his chest as you sink inside, watching as Alastor’s back arches up in response.

Gently, you guide your cock in a little deeper with each thrust, taking things slow and watching as Alastor’s eyes begin to wet.

“Sorry, sorry, it just- it’s so much, and it’s so good,”

And you nod in agreement, leaning down to kiss at Alastor’s neck until you’re bottomed out.

He looks so dazed and pleased when you start to make love to him properly, his legs wrapped around your hips to keep you close.

Eventually, you warn him that you’re going to pull out, and he shakes his head insistently.

“No you’re not, you’re not moving until I finish,”

And you agree.

Finally, your hips stutter as you fill him up, rubbing at Alastor’s clit while you’re still connected and bringing him to orgasm soon after.

(You cannot pull out no matter how hard you try, even after Alastor falls asleep.)

#dom top reader #dom male reader #top male reader #hazbin hotel #sub hazbin hotel #sub alastor #bottom alastor #aspec alastor #trans alastor #trans character written by trans writer #amab reader #bottom character

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yanderestarangel · 4 months

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✧ 𑂴 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓 X 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐖: v!sex, dirty fantasies, sex dreams, v!sex, porn plot, praise kink, sex in the car, soft!dom mike, ftm reader, creampie.

Mike's concerns were never limited to just family and economic environments, not just capitalism and the concern of keeping his memory and taking care of the only person he had left - Abby - but also romantic parameters, and unfortunately he couldn't cope. get rid of such feelings... Feelings for you.

You were his coworker - always smiling and asking if he was okay or not, it made the security guard's day happier and more comforting, even if you were just being a polite person. Mike was a lonely man with several problems, and even though he was embarrassed, the only escape route he had were erotic dreams about you.

It all started involuntarily, with him going to sleep thinking about how you touched him that day - it was a simple touch on his hand at lunch, but enough for him to feel the heat of your skin transmit to him - Schmidt felt his member throb in his pants when thinking about what it would be like to touch his body, treating him gently, how he could be a little rough with you hitting his dick in your little hole while forcing you to look deep into his eyes giving him more motivation to continue hitting your body with his hips, he was already a hostage to his own desires.

"-Oh fuck..." he whispered, still in a state of deep sleep, sweat ran down his forehead while a hand went against his erection, instinctively while goosebumps formed on his skin. The image of your pussy, your body, your face, slowly riding and slobbering on his dick was too vivid-just a fantasy in his brain, but it was a fantasy he couldn't lie about that was pleasurable in every way.

The days passed more and more tortuously... Every touch, smile and conversation, every reverberation of your voice was enough for Mike's brain chemistry to change and everything to spin, his dick was pulsing in his pants and he needed some relief or simply asking you out - he didn't just want sex, but sex was also included in his intense and lustful passion for you - so, the man asked you to have a beer and take a walk around, a calm stroll through the monotonous small town night, no worries, no more fantasies, something real and invigorating; That was all Mike wanted.

His car was a hot and stuffy space, but the cold, bitter sip you took every moment from the beer bottle made your system cool a little. Mike seemed genuinely cheerful after a while, smiling widely and telling bad jokes that made you smile at his cute attempt to distract you from his poor choice of first date location... After all, even if he didn't make it clear, it was a date. Schmidt soon began to make you more comfortable with small respectful touches, some caresses on your thighs, cheeks or even a quick kiss on the forehead, while he leaned against the bench and looked at you with his black eyes, resting his face on his closed wrists.

"-You know... I always thought you were a pretty boy." Mike spoke in a husky voice filled with desire underlying whatever fear stood in the way of the advances he hadn't made. Then, everything was too fast for your brain to process - Mike above you, his hands were holding your thighs with your ankles resting on his shoulders, his thick, pulsing cock was moving in and out of your pussy, his hands were squeezing your soft flesh until that his fingertips were white - it was a way for the poor man to feel that you were actually real, not just another comforting dream he'll have as the months go by -

"-That's it... My boy is taking my cock so well... Damn (Y/N) you're so fucking tight." Mike moaned loudly as he removed his shaft from your core, only to rub it against your clit, making you moan his name even more - he slowly thrust back in making each movement count, making you arch your back for more fiction.

"-S-So fucking cute- oh fuck baby boy, do you know how much I dreamed about fucking you? How much I wanted that pussy wrapped around my dick?" He confesses between moans, he didn't really care anymore if what he said was dirty or immoral, he needed to let you know how much he wanted you. "-I just wanted to fuck you, turn you into mine, filled with my cum..."

Mike expected to see some sign of repulsion or disgust, but you just moaned and rubbed your own clit, looking for more of that forbidden and newly discovered pleasure. "-You always wanted this... deep down you knew I would never resist you." You wrapped your arms around him, holding on for dear life as he fucked you senseless.

He grabbed an arm, pulling your body closer to him as he continued to ravage your pussy relentlessly. His breathing became difficult and sweat ran from his forehead to his, mixing in an erotic dance. "-Fuck, beautiful boy, squeeze that little pussy on my dick- yes! Fuck exactly like that, good boy, such a good boy for me-!" You soon felt your cunt milking Mike to the last drop of sperm, feeling your walls close around him - He grunted loudly, spilling everything into your uterus.

"-Take it all, take my load like the good boy you are."

You soiled the antique leather seats beneath you, but he didn't care about the mess at that moment, just slowly pulling out of you and lowering himself between your legs, placing kisses on your aching pussy and leaking his cum.

"-You don't know how much I'm in love with you baby..." He looked deep into your eyes, and by the glow you saw in his orbs - he was obviously being sincere, the world stopped and it was just you and Mike that moment, and that was all he needed at the moment... You.

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