#demos dni

[cervinae-canine]

selfshipping with a side character experience:

[meiliarotten]

could you do demo, sniper, heavy and medic with virgin reader?? I have a hc that medic has a big ass corruption kink and the idea of deflowering someone turns him on oh so much. And other mercs are just find readers shyness cute and trying not to hurt you but make you feel good!

Virgin Reader Headcanons (Demo, Heavy, Medic, Sniper)

🔞Minors DNI🔞

The Masterlist

💥 Demoman 💥

Demo definitely finds your shyness cute as hell, and he’ll let you know it too

He loves watching the way you go red from his gentle teasing

I think this would actually be his way of making you feel more at ease, playfully teasing and poking fun at some of the more awkward aspects of sex and first times

He would talk you through the experience, always making sure you're aware and okay with what he’s doing

He’ll probably make you come at least once before the “main event,” either fingering you or going down on you to help you loosen up a bit.

Definitely let him know that you’re enjoying what he’s doing! Feedback, people!

Not only does he enjoy it (*cough* praise kink *cough*) but it also lets him learn exactly what you like

🥊 Heavy 🥊

Caution is this man’s middle name when it comes to this scenario

Heavy “Caution” Weapons Guy. (This was funnier at 3:00 AM)

I am a massive dick Heavy truther, so obviously that factors in here

Not only are you gonna be having sex for the first time but you’re gonna be tackling that

Lube is a must, of course, and this man is about to become the king of foreplay

Lots of communication, and not just verbal, either. Heavy would be super attentive to your body language, taking note of any tension or signs of pain

Once you’re comfortable though, he starts to relax, probably letting you ride him so that you can control the pace while he lays back, admiring you

He is also the king of aftercare. You’re definitely gonna be sore afterwards, but he’ll make sure you feel thoroughly pampered

🏥 Medic 🏥

I feel like Medic, while he’s definitely aware of the delicacies that come with a person’s virginity, would absolutely treat the encounter like an experiment

How do you react to this kind of stimuli? What sensations do you most enjoy? Do you like pain?

Basically this guy’s head is full of questions and hypotheses

Which, to be honest, is how most first times go. It’s all about trial and error.

However, anon, I see your headcanon, and it has given me thoughts!

I think the initial “deflowering” would be a more calculated and gentle encounter

Afterwards though, Medic would definitely try to slowly introduce you to kinkier things- Exhibitionism, impact play, collars, the list goes on!

And of course, he treats all of this like an experiment too, studying you closely throughout every scene, watching your sexuality change and grow

You are a precious little specimen to him

🦘 Sniper 🦘

Foreplay will instantly become a priority

Even if you would prefer to simply jump right in, Sniper would insist on the importance of it

It’s almost like he has a checklist in his head- makeouts, leading to caressing, leading to groping, leading to… etc etc.

It couldn’t possibly be because he’s touch starved, of course not (/s)

While I don’t think he places much stock in “virginity,” he will respect those who do

As such, he’ll put in the effort to make sure your first time is a good experience

He takes this task seriously, but will occasionally find humor in it, especially if you’re the first to laugh

And of course, aftercare and cuddles are a necessity.

[pubby-mill]

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag But nobody cares if you're losing yourself Am I losing myself?

op is a computer hooker. mdni.

[kaboooooooooooooom]

I'm not really an artist, but here's some art I made o' me!

[tempesttz]

every time an anti endo says "demo systems dni," talks about demo systems like they are some overblown endogenic conspiracy of "trying out headmates" that's going on everywhere, or generally spreads misinformation about the widespread existence of demo systems, another rock gets flung into a river its me. im flinging the rocks. holy shit are anti endos allergic to a basic google search. i know you guys know how to use pluralpedia, you use it to mock us decently often from what i can tell. utilize that skill. come on now theyre not a thing. someone mispelled "endo" on tiktok and it autocorrected to "demo." here's where it got looked into and broken down, so you can't tell me i didn't show proof. man i wish i lacked critical thinking skills like sysmeds do. must be nice

[teademoness]

I would love to hear about your PCs! how do you split your time between all of them? Would you say it’s an even split or that you favor playing with certain PCs?

I'm so sorry for answering this late BUT I would say it is pretty evenly split unless there's an update to a specific love interest, like for example if there's an update to Kylar's story then I'll play as Catlia or if there's an update to Sydney I then play Sophie, as for how I split my time amongst them...I tend to pick one at random and play with that one for the day and mark them for that day specifically so that I don't play them the next time around since I want to show all of my pcs the same amount of love ^^

...with the exception of LI updates and new pcs, if I made a new pc then I play with that one more so that the amount of time spent with them is the same with the others ^^

I actually made another one recently and haven't posted her since I haven't come up with a name for her yet ^^" that being said I might post her soon with a poll to choose her name

[yandereloveraw]

Remember my post? I'd like to introduce you to said demon, Beliala. [Bee-lie-luh] ^^

"Whatever your type, baby. If that's what you like, I'll do it. ♡"

😈 I'll Do It - Heidi Montag [Her theme song]

[Song belongs to Heidi Montag]

[calledup-called0ut]

also wild to see that people actually are using "anti willo" as a tag

...at least willogenic is a real thing, compared to "demo" systems

[cervinae-canine]

this is just me getting fixated on a character's VERY specific design element:

Proship / Comship / RPF Do Not Interact or Repost Please !

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 10: Metal In Your Mouth (Body Mods)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Demoman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Demoman has some interesting piercings

Tags: Piercings, oral, teasing, deepthroating

Word Count: 2.4k

The Masterlist

“Before we start…” Demoman took a breath, steadying his nerves. “There’s something I should warn ye about.”

“Oh?” You glanced up at Demo from where you were seated on his lap. You had assumed you already had started, given that you were currently letting your hands wander freely over his chest. Demo sported a surprisingly soft figure. You had expected him to be more muscular, perhaps even toned, but this was quite a pleasant surprise. Having a little something to hold and grab on a man was delightful, and leaner bodies didn’t exactly offer much in that regard.

“It’s just, some things might be unexpected, and I don’t want ye to be too surprised by anything,” Demo went on, still not telling you exactly what he was so concerned about. His eyes flicked down at you, seeing you waiting patiently for him to get to the point. Even in that quick glance you could see that Demo had looked at you like something precious and delicate, a hint of concern pinching his brow.

“It’s not my first time, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Demo quickly shook his head. “No, it’s not that.”

“Is it your first time?” You were unable to hide the surprise in your voice. His response came even quicker this time.

“No, no! Not that either.” Demo shook his head, stammering and gesturing awkwardly with his hands, all of which you tried to interpret as best as you could. God, a flustered Demoman was almost harder to understand than a blackout drunk Demoman. “I just figured I should give a fair warning, ye may be a bit surprised when we…”

“When we what?” You pressed on. You had a pretty good idea of what Demo meant, but you didn’t want to make any assumptions.

“When we get undressed,” he finally sighed, feeling his face go warm with embarrassment.

As for you, you were struggling not to roll your eyes. This had to be a size thing. You had been with a fair amount of men who had tried to ‘warn’ you about either their bigger than normal or smaller than normal size, and most of the time they turned out perfectly average. “I’m sure everything will be fine. I promise,” you said, offering a kiss and some more reassurances. “I love you no matter what. You know that.”

“I love ye too,” Demo’s voice barely above a whisper, as if he feared speaking too loud would cause him to wake up from this perfect dream before him. However this was no dream, and you were about to prove that.

“Now, let’s pick up where we left off,” you said, starting to gently palm Demoman through his pants. He shuddered. You couldn’t get enough of that, loving how responsive he was to such a small gesture. “Sensitive, aren’t you? Fuck, I can feel how hard you are.” You teased him, watching his hips twitch as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your fingers traced the waistband of his briefs. The rest of his clothing already lay in a pile on the floor. You yourself were in your own state of undress, topless with nothing but a pair of figure hugging underwear. You straddled Demo’s lap, his hands holding your waist before lowering to massage little circles over the curves of your hips. “So bloody beautiful,” he whispered, almost too low for you to hear. “I want ye so badly.”

This was as far as you had ever gone with Demo. Heavy petting and touching over clothes had satisfied the two of you for the most part, especially since privacy was hard to come by at the base, but not tonight. Tonight the energy was different, everyone was out celebrating your team’s latest victory, and you wanted more. You needed more. You slipped your hand into his briefs. Your head had come to rest on his chest, and you heard his breath hitch as you quickly wrapped a hand around him before you could lose your nerve. He was half hard, but there was something else, something unexpected.

You pulled your hand back, glancing down curiously. Demoman’s demeanor immediately tended up. “Something wrong, lamb?” he asked tentatively.

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off. Before you said anything, you had to confirm your suspicion. You slipped your fingertips beneath the waistband again, looking up to meet his eye. “May I?”

He nodded and you pulled the briefs off, revealing exactly what you had presumed. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, at least for Demoman. Really, only a few mere seconds had passed before you finally spoke.

“Piercings?”

“I’ve got a few,” Demoman admitted, as if you couldn’t see them right there. A ladder of barbell piercings lined the underside of his cock, the metal pieces reflecting even the low light of the room. “I can take them out if they put ye off-”

“No, they’re fine!” you said, shaking your head. You felt embarrassed when you realized how long you had been ogling him. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. “Sorry to stare. I knew people got piercings there sometimes, I’ve just never actually seen it before.”

Demo chuckled. It was a nervous laugh, but a laugh nonetheless, putting you both a bit more at ease. “Well then, feel free to take in the sights,” he said.

You did just that, now much more eager to get both a look and feel for the jewelry. Gently, you rubbed your thumb over the piercings, feeling the bars. You weren’t oblivious to the way Demoman shivered at your touch, taking note of what kind of sensations made him react with a repressed moan or shuddering breath.

“These must have hurt,” you said nonchalantly. You still exhibited a relaxed demeanor, which Demo tried to match, albeit clumsily.

His casual shrug clashed with the way his voice wavered when he spoke. “Aye, but mercenary work has a way of toughening a lad up- ah, fuck!” Those last words came out with a hissing exhale of breath. You had begun to circle your thumb over the head of his cock while your other fingers rolled over the metal balls. “Lamb, be careful!”

You paused for a moment, backing off, worried that you had gone too far. “Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay, ye didn’t hurt me. They’re just sensitive.” A grin spread across your face and Demo realized what he had just admitted. He sighed, knowing that you were going to take advantage of this. “Just be gentle.”

He sounded so shy when he said that, his voice unusually quiet. You rather liked seeing this side of Demoman, so soft and delicate. It was a side that he would only ever show to you, and you were honored to hold that privilege.

You flicked your tongue against the head of his cock before venturing lower, kissing along the shaft, dancing right on the edge between gentle and purposefully teasing. Your actions elicited low groans, spurring you onward. Once you were at the base, you slowly dragged your tongue back up, right along the frenum ladder.

A louder moan spilled from Demoman’s lips, and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. “Fuck, do that again!” he gasped.

Eager to comply, you licked over the ladder again, varying your pace. Quick laps seemed to draw out short gasps while slow, languid strokes brought about more of those low moans you loved to hear. So, you took your time, relishing the texture of metal and skin mingling on your tongue in a way you had never felt before. It was interesting, and not entirely unpleasant.

Every so often you snuck a glance up at him, just barely avoiding making eye contact. You knew people sometimes enjoyed the intimacy of eye contact while recieving head, but you wanted to place all your focus on your current task. Plus, Demoman already seemed to be wrapped up in his own little world of pleasure, especially when you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your mouth without warning.

He gasped, gripping the edge of the bed. Resisting the urge to immediately buck up into the tight, wet warmth of your mouth was a struggle. You stayed still for a moment, teasing him, feeling him twitch against your tongue again. You would have smirked at that, if your lips weren’t otherwise occupied.

When you did get on with your ministrations, it was a little awkward. You had never gone down on someone with piercings before, and at first your movements came off as clumsy. Demo seemed to think it was cute, placing a hand on your head and patting you affectionately. Eventually you did get the hang of it, learning that you had to take a little extra care not to let your teeth catch in any of that metal. That part proved to be easy, given that your lips were sealed tight over them. Now with renewed confidence, you began to tease him again, laying special attention to the balls of the barbells that lined the underside. You flicked your tongue against them, rolling them, and relishing the blissful sounds that resulted from such actions.

“You’re so good, so bloody good,” Demo groaned. “Ye look real nice with my cock in your mouth, such a pretty little thing.”

His voice broke slightly. It was obvious that the dirty talk was an attempt to regain some control over the situation, to save face, but he was absolutely helpless to you. The only effect his words had were a soft pink blush dusting your cheeks, which only served to make you look even more fetching as you bobbed your head over his cock.

Your hands rested on his thighs, rubbing gentle circles against the taut muscles. The occasional shiver you felt brought immense satisfaction. Part of you wanted to hook your arms beneath his thighs, hoisting his legs up to rest on your shoulders. It was an action previous partners had done for you while giving oral, and it never failed to fluster you. However, you weren’t quite sure your shoulders were wide enough for Demo to fit comfortably, so you begrudgingly abandoned the idea.

Demoman was struggling to keep his sounds soft and restrained. It almost sounded like he was whimpering. You loved that you could have this effect on him. Using your mouth and tongue in just the right places, you gradually drew louder and more shameless sounds from him. You were taking him deeper, working past your gag reflex little by little.

“Lamb, oh bloody hell!” Demo cried, feeling you beginning to deepthroat hum. “If ye keep doing that, I’m gonna-”

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling away for just a moment and gazing up at him through your eyelashes. You were panting, your voice sounding slightly worn from taking him into your throat. It made you come off as more sultry than you expected, not that you minded. “I want to make you come, Tavish”

He didn’t get a chance to respond before you went right back to work. You took him deep, letting your tongue taste both silver and precum. Demo wasn’t going to last much longer. Sure enough, with a few more well placed laps along those barbell piercings, he was coming undone. You swallowed hard, letting him feel the contractions of your throat as he rode out his orgasm. Slowly his moans turned to whines. You felt him squirm. It was only when he reached down to tug at your hair in an attempt to get some respite that you realized you were overstimulating the poor man.

“Sorry lamb,” Demo apologized, noticing how you winced at the unexpected yank of your hair. “It was just too much.”

You smiled softly, standing up and straddling his lap. The feeling of the mattress cushioning your knees on either side of him was a welcome change from the hard floor. Demo pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss you. When you put your weight against him however, the two of you tumbled backward onto the bed with a yelp. Now splayed out with your limbs tangled together, you fell into a fit of laughter, resting your head on Demo’s chest once the moment passed,

“What about your turn?” He asked suddenly. Demo watched you with a confused look as you settled into bed with him. You had just made him come hard enough to see stars. It would be rude to not at least offer some reciprocation.

However, you simply shook your head. “I’m alright. You look exhausted, and I’m fine with just relaxing tonight.”

“Bloody hell. You’re so good to me, lass.” Demo kissed your cheek. “But tomorrow, I’ll pay it back. Ye won’t know what hit ye!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggled, snuggling closer to him. “Too bad I don’t have any fancy piercings to impress you with.”

There was a lull in the conversation. You could tell Demoman was thinking, and you waited for him to break the silence. You glanced up, watching his neutral expression switch to a smirk.

“Ye know, I’ve been thinking about getting some more. Maybe a tongue piercing. Certainly would make going down on ye a bit more interesting.” If he could have, he would have winked.

Your blush returned full force. You had told Demoman he didn’t need to reciprocate, but he was making it pretty difficult to stick to your word. You squeezed your thighs together, playing it off with a laugh.

“I'm not sure I’m brave enough to get a genital piercing,” you said, trying to switch the subject to something a bit less conspicuous.

“Aye, it can be a bit much.” He looked you up and down. “I think ye should get two right here.” Demoman reached forward, pinching your nipples. He quickly let go when you squealed, opting instead to splay his hands over your chest, caressing you gently.

You tried to act annoyed as Demo chuckled at your reaction, but his laughter proved to be contagious. Both of you were high on endorphins to the point that the smallest things seemed humorous. It wasn’t long before there were tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

“Maybe we can start a bit smaller,” you suggested, still trying to talk through giggles that threatened to spawn new fits of laughter. “How about a nose ring?”

Demoman, still struggling to catch his breath, gave you a soft smile, draping an arm over your body to pull you closer. “I think that’s a good start.”

[pubby-mill]

so long and goodnight, so long and goodnight

MINORS DNI IK THIS IS SFW BUT MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS GO AWAY

<3

[kaboooooooooooooom]

Here's ye guys' monthly(ish) post!

Back into hibernation I go.......

[natsaffection]

Redline. (Bonus 4) | N.R

Older!Motorsportboss!Natasha × Younger!Racing!Driver!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (N= 32, r=23), 18+! MINORS DNI! Restraints (handcuffs), strap on use, blowjob, oral (n receiving), strap riding

Word count: 3,8k

A/N: That was fun..

You were sitting in a team meeting, eyes blankly fixed on the screen where telemetry charts blinked in rhythmic flashes. Data, stats, numbers, normally you were locked into them. But today, the entire thing washed over you like white noise.

Because you weren’t thinking about tire degradation. Or fuel windows. Or even the race coming up. You were thinking about Natasha. It was just a flash in your mind, but it made your stomach twist with heat and giddiness.

Across the table, Natasha’s brows lifted. “Something funny, detka?”

You flinched like a kid caught daydreaming in class. “N-Nope. Just-uh. Sector times.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed playfully. She knew. Not what you were thinking, but that it wasn’t sector times. Your face flushed. You gave a quick nod, muttered something about needing water, and bolted out of the meeting room, heart pounding.

You took a breath and let it out slowly, willing your skin to cool down. But the image..Natasha beneath you, panting..refused to leave. Then, just ahead near the security booth, you spotted a man you barely knew by name, fiddling with a pair of standard-issue handcuffs.

You slowed, watching him casually twist them around his fingers. Something inside you clicked. Perfect.

With a growing smirk, you approached. “Hi!” you called gently.

The guard nearly dropped the cuffs. “Oh! Uh- Ms. L/n, h-hello!”

You grinned, holding back a laugh at how pink he turned. “No need to panic. I just…saw the cuffs.” You motioned to his hands. “Think I could borrow them for a few days?”

He blinked. “The…The cuffs?”

“Yes..” you nodded, completely casual, though your heart was racing. “Not for, like, arresting people. Just…practice.” You offered a crooked smile that probably didn’t help.

He stared for a beat, then nodded so hard it nearly shook his cap off. “Y-Yeah! Of course! You can totally- uh, here.” He offered them with both hands like you were royalty.

You took them carefully, feeling the cold weight of them in your palms.

“Thanks, really.” you said.

“I know you’re probably busy…but…my kids are a huge fan! C-Could we make a photo?”

“Of course! You gave me your cuffs. Least I can do.” He fumbled his phone out so fast he nearly dropped it, and you leaned in with a bright smile, snapping a quick photo before giving him a quick wave and strolling off, handcuffs tucked in your hoodie pocket, heart pounding.

Now, your room became a workshop. The cuffs lay on the table beside your laptop as you queued up video after video, escape artists, magicians, tactical demos. All of them showing quick, fluid techniques. One-handed flips, snap-click-lock or misdirection.

You practiced until your wrist ached. Pick up from the left. Fake a caress. Flip. Click. Pick up from behind. Loop the wrist. Snap it shut in one smooth motion.

You dropped them at least twenty times. Cursed under your breath just as often. But the vision..Natasha, hands locked above her head, blinking in surprise as you stepped back with a devilish smile, kept you going.

You rehearsed your lines in the mirror, cheeks warm with nerves. Sometimes you had to stop, burying your face in your hands and giggling like a teenager. But each night, you got faster. Smoother. Until you could click both cuffs shut in under three seconds. It had to be fast.. Because Natasha didn’t surrender easily.

Days later, the door slammed shut behind you, laughter and adrenaline still buzzing between kisses. You didn’t even remember how you’d made it from the car to the apartment, just that Natasha’s lips hadn’t left yours once.

Natasha was already pressing your back toward the bed, her hands firm on your waist, guiding you like she always did, in control, composed, knowing exactly where this was going.

But tonight, you had other plans..You crashed onto the mattress in a tangle, mouths locked, breath sharp, bodies already buzzing from the familiar fire between you. Natasha’s hand was sliding under your shirt, her thigh nudging between your legs, her rhythm confident, possessive.

Just like always.

You kissed her harder, then shifted. A quick twist. A practiced motion. Natasha landed with a soft grunt on her back. You moved fast, crawling over her, straddling her hips as your fingers dipped behind the pillow, feeling the cool bite of metal.

Natasha didn’t even blink, her hands tugging at your shirt now, eyes hooded. “Mmm, taking charge tonight?” she teased, voice dark velvet.

“Something like that..” you murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, slow this time, deep and purposeful. And as she reached up to cup your jaw..click.

You pulled back. One of Natasha’s wrists was now bound to the bedframe. There was a second of stunned silence. Natasha blinked. Looked up. A flash of confusion, a flicker of surprise, then amusement blooming like wildfire across her face.

You sat back on your thighs, grinning ear to ear, eyes sparkling like a kid who just pulled off the prank of the century.

“Oh my God..” you whispered, practically vibrating. “It actually worked!!”

Natasha laughed softly, raising a brow. “You planned this?”

You nodded, still catching your breath. “For days. Like..full-blown practicing. On myself. On a chair. I made your security guy give me the cuffs.”

“Wait- Mark gave you his cuffs?”

“He was so flustered he didn’t even ask why..” you laughed. “I gave him a selfie to say thanks.”

Natasha just shook her head in disbelief, still half-laughing. Her free hand was resting on your thigh now, her touch light but warm. “You little thief.”

For a moment, Natasha simply stared at you. And then, she raised her free hand and snapped her fingers.

“Key.”

You reached into your pocket, took the small key between your fingers, and flicked it, sailing it across the room, where it landed somewhere.

Natasha’s brow shot up. “…You didn’t.”

“I did.”

Natasha laughed, a low, dangerous, almost impressed sound. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that..”

She gave the cuff another pull, testing it. Realizing it wasn’t going to budge. Her muscles flexed under you, strong and coiled, and her eyes locked on yours, sharp and unreadable. “You sure you know what you’re doing? You think you can handle me like this?”

You leaned in, lips brushing her ear as you whispered, “I don’t think I can. I know I will.”

Natasha exhaled through her nose, eyes dark with challenge now. “You better make it worth it, sweetheart. Because when I get out of these…” Her free hand trailed slowly down your thigh, grip firm. “You’ll be begging.”

You grinned, hips shifting just right as you settled in. “Guess.. I better make you beg first.”

Natasha leaned back into the pillow, watching you with a predator’s patience. One wrist still cuffed to the bed, the other resting lazily on her stomach like this was just another game she’d already won. But her eyes… they tracked every movement, sharp and focused.

Your hands moved slowly, purposefully, as you started to peel away Natasha’s clothes. Every inch of exposed skin earned you a lingering look, that trademark Romanoff smirk never fading.

“Careful, malysh (baby),” Natasha drawled, voice low and thick with heat. “You undress me like that, and I might think you’re trying to seduce me.”

You just smiled, sweet, smug, and pushed Natasha’s pants down past her hips.

And paused.

Your eyes widened for just a second, a breath catching in your throat as you realized what Natasha was already wearing beneath.

A harness. Strap in place., ready and waiting. “Wha-” you blinked, somewhere between stunned and amused. “You were…you had this on?”

Natasha chuckled, low and dangerous. “You’re not the only one who had plans tonight.”

You looked up, eyes glinting. Natasha tilted her head, smirking like a cat who’d let the mouse think it had a chance. “You want it?” she teased, flexing her hips slightly. “Unlock me. And maybe I’ll let you ride it properly.”

But you didn’t move for the cuffs. Instead, you shifted, lowering yourself between Natasha’s thighs, your mouth now dangerously close to the toy. Your fingers slid over the harness, gaze locked onto hers.

“I’ll use it just fine, thank you..” you murmured and then you wrapped your lips around the tip.

Natasha’s smirk faltered. Her mouth parted, eyes going a little wider as she watched you suck slowly, deliberately, dragging your tongue along the underside like you meant to break her. Her free hand clenched the sheets.

“God..” Natasha breathed, hips shifting instinctively.

You glanced up at her, teasing, and went deeper, taking more of the strap into your mouth, slow, wet sounds filling the room. You hollowed your cheeks, working it like you were showing off, like you knew exactly how much it was affecting her.

And Natasha was affected. Badly. She tugged on the cuff again, harder this time. The chain clinked against the bedframe. “You-” she gasped, a small laugh breaking through her curse. “You little brat…”

You pulled back just enough to speak, your voice smug and sweet against the toy. “Still think I can’t handle it?”

Natasha swallowed hard, chest rising and falling with growing tension. “You’re so in trouble when I get out of these..”

You just grinned, lips brushing the base of the strap as you whispered, “Then maybe I’ll keep you there a while longer.”

And without another word, you took the whole thing in, deep, slow, confident, watching Natasha struggle. She was staring down at you, breathing heavier now, eyes slightly glazed, like she couldn’t decide whether to smirk or moan.

“You look so cute like this..” you murmured, voice low. Your fingers trailed slowly over Natasha’s hips as you moved down again,

Natasha’s free hand curled into the sheets. “You’re proud of yourself, huh?” she rasped, voice rough with tension.

You didn’t answer. You just settled between her thighs, nudging them wider. Your hands slid up, palms smooth against soft skin, and then..Your tongue met her core.

The reaction was instant. Natasha tensed, hips twitching off the bed, a soft gasp escaping before she could stop it. She grit her teeth, chest rising sharply, her arm pulling against the cuff again.

You smiled into her. You started slow, using your tongue with purpose, teasing circles and flicks that made her thighs tremble.

Natasha exhaled harshly through her nose, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep her body still. She bit her bottom lip, eyes locked on the ceiling, muscles taut like a wire about to snap.

But then..You found that spot. You pressed your tongue there, slow and firm, then sucked, just once, deep and focused.

Natasha bucked. “F-Fuck—!” The curse burst from her mouth, sharp and unfiltered. Her head snapped back, eyes fluttering shut as her body jerked. She yanked hard against the cuff, her free hand flying to the headboard like she could tear the whole damn thing apart.

You moaned softly at the reaction, proud and fueled by it. You pulled back just enough to whisper, breath hot against her core, “You love this.”

Natasha panted, teeth clenched. “Y/n, Fuck you.”

You laughed, low and dangerous. “Maybe later..”

And then you dove back in, tongue working faster, deeper, mouth devouring her like you wanted to leave her breathless and wrecked. Every twitch, every shaky breath, every curse spilling from her lips only pushed you further.

She tried to hold back, tried to keep the illusion of control, but it was slipping.. You could feel the tension coiling beneath her skin like a live wire. Her thighs trembled with every flick of your tongue, and her breath came in ragged bursts, sharp, guttural, completely unguarded.

But she still hadn’t said the word. Not the one you wanted to hear. You smirked against her, dragging your tongue in slow, lazy strokes, circling her clit without pressure, just enough to make her need it, not enough to let her fall. You flattened your tongue and licked her again, then pulled away entirely, letting your breath ghost over her skin.

She cursed under her breath, hips jerking up, chasing the contact. “Oh? That close already?” you purred, kissing her inner thigh. “And you haven’t even told me what you want..”

You looked up through your lashes. Natasha’s eyes were dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling fast. She was beautiful. Ruined. Desperate. But still clinging to her pride.

“Hah…” she exhaled through her teeth, free hand gripping the sheets hard. “You think this is new to me, baby? You think I haven’t been edged before?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah, but not by me..Common Nat..”

Then you leaned back in and sucked her clit, deep and wet, just for a second. Natasha cried out, still not a single word, not a plea, just a raw, broken sound. Her hips bucked hard, her body chasing every inch of pressure like it was the only thing grounding her.

You pulled back again. “You gonna ask for it?” you whispered, licking your lips.

Natasha shook her head, breathing hard. “No fucking way.”

You raised a brow. “You sound like you’re about to lose your mind.”

“Y/n.” she hissed.

You kissed the inside of her thigh again, dragged your nails lightly down her skin, then dipped your head once more, letting your tongue work with new intensity, hard, fast, deep.

And she lost it. She rolled her hips, chasing every flick of your tongue. Her head slammed back against the pillow, one arm still restrained, the other clenched in the sheets so tight it might rip them apart.

Still..no begging. Just gasps, groans and curses. You pressed your tongue flat again, relentless, never breaking rhythm. You knew she was there, right there, teetering, and you didn’t plan to let her fall until she was exactly where you wanted her.

“You’re shaking..” you whispered, licking slowly up again. “Please Natasha..let me hear it..”

Natasha grit her teeth, eyes fluttering shut. “I swear t-to god…”

You smiled. “Still not?”

Her only answer was a strangled moan that sounded almost like a yes. And you accepted it.. So you went all in, tongue deep, rhythm perfect, sucking and circling and dragging her right into release.

She screamed..a raw, guttural sound, hips jerking, body writhing, orgasm ripping through her. Her hand pulled at the cuff like she could tear the bed apart, thighs clamped around your head as wave after wave hit her.

Still, no: “please.” Just wild, shattered moans. You didn’t stop until she collapsed, chest heaving, eyes blown wide with aftershock.

Then you crawled up her body, kissed the corner of her mouth, and whispered, “That was better than begging.”

Natasha lay there chest rising and falling, one arm bound, the other limp on the sheets, knuckles white from how hard she’d gripped them. A slow smirk crept across her face, heavy-lidded eyes meeting yours as you leaned up slightly.

“Huh..” she breathed, voice rough and low, “you really went for it..I can’t believe it..” She whispered while brushing a bit of sweat from her forehead.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, flushed and proud, crawling back up her body.

“You did good..” Natasha added, a cocky gleam in her eye despite how wrecked she looked. “I’ll give you that.”

You smiled sweetly…Too sweet. “Thanks.” you said simply, brushing a kiss to her cheek.

Natasha let her eyes fall shut for a moment, until she felt movement. Her eyes fluttered open again…and froze.

You were straddling her again. But this time? You weren’t going down to tease. You were going up.

Natasha’s breath caught as you positioned yourself over the strap still strapped to her hips, slick, already aching. Your hands rested on her stomach for balance, your expression calm…but your eyes burned with intent.

“Wait-” Natasha said, a slow smirk forming. “You’re not-”

You didn’t answer. You just started to lower yourself. Natasha’s pupils snapped wide.

“Y/n-” she grunted, jerking at the cuff instinctively, the chain clanging against the headboard with a force that made your head snap around.

You blinked. That was a strong pull. For a second, your eyes flicked up toward the frame, half-worried the metal might actually snap.

Natasha noticed. Her smirk turned lethal. “Oh?” she purred, voice dripping with danger. “You’re nervous now?”

You looked back at her slowly, a little breathless…but still smiling. “N-No.”

You lowered yourself further. The strap pushed inside you, slick and easy, but thick enough to make you gasp. Your fingers tightened on Natasha’s stomach.

Her jaw tensed, her arm flexing again. You exhaled slowly, rolling your hips downward inch by inch. You took it all the way in.

Seated flush against her. And Natasha groaned loud, helpless, her head falling back against the pillow as her hips instinctively tried to thrust, but had nowhere to go. All she could do was feel it.

“Jesus..” she choked out. “You’re- fuck, you’re soaked..”

You ground your hips in a slow circle, the pressure hitting just right. “I wonder why..”

You straightened again, hands sliding up your own body, down your thighs as you began to ride harder, deeper..slow, grinding, working yourself against the strap like you owned it. Like you owned her.

Natasha cursed under her breath, head tossing against the pillow. Her hips tried to follow, to thrust up, but with one hand chained and you in complete control, she couldn’t do anything but take it.

“Y/n..” she gasped. “You’re gonna make- feel so—!”

Another roll of your hips cut her off. Another deep, wet sound as you slid back down. Natasha’s eyes snapped shut, her chest arching, jaw clenched so hard it looked like it hurt. “I can’t-” she hissed.

You slowed again, pulling back until only the tip remained inside you, teasing the edge. Natasha whimpered..whimpered! And it wasn’t even intentional. You leaned down, your breath brushing over her mouth. “Can’t what, Natty?”

Her eyes fluttered open, dark, desperate, wrecked. She didn’t say the word..She couldn’t. But her eyes were begging. And you saw it.

You kissed her hard, biting, dominant, then sat back up, thighs trembling now from the slow burn as you dropped back down onto the strap, deep and hard, a slick sound filling the space between your bodies.

Natasha moaned, long, loud, involuntary. Her hand pulled at the cuff again, the chain rattling violently. “Y/n! G-God!!” Her voice was wrecked now, breathless, right on the edge. “You’re gonna- drive me fucking insane..”

You grinned, riding with perfect rhythm now, grinding deep against her, back arching as you let yourself chase the high. “That’s the plan.”

And Natasha? Helpless. Breathless. Drenched. Her mind slipping between pleasure and surrender, just barely holding onto that last thread of control.

She was breaking. Every inch of her body was flushed, trembling beneath you, breath ragged, voice reduced to raw, gasping moans. Her cuffed hand was bruised from how hard she’d pulled, and the other, finally reached up, grabbing at your waist, your side, anything she could touch.

“I need to-” Natasha groaned, fingers digging in. “Let me- fuck, I need—”

Your eyes widened slightly at the strength in her grip. Even in this state, she could flip you if she wanted.

But not this time. You grabbed her wrist with both hands, firm, focused, and pushed it back down to the bed.

“No touching..” you whispered, voice trembling with lust. “You don’t get to take tonight, Nat..”

Natasha let out a frustrated, wild noise, somewhere between a growl and a moan. “You’re.. gonna kill me..”

You leaned down, panting into her ear, hips slamming down hard onto the strap. You locked eyes with her, hands pinning her down, both arms restrained, one by cold metal, the other by your strength and sheer desire.

And then..You rode her. No more teasing. No more games. Just fast, filthy, relentless rhythm. Wetness coating everything. The sound of skin on skin filling the room. Your hips slammed down again and again, the strap hitting deep, you grinding hard against it with every bounce, every drop.

Natasha was gone. Her head tossed, mouth wide open, moans choked and broken. Her thighs flexed, her whole body trembling, helpless beneath you.

“Y/n- fuck- I’m..!” And she came.

Harder than before..louder, rawer, her voice breaking on your name. Her hips jolted, back arching off the bed, trembling uncontrollably.

And still..you didn’t stop. You chased your own release, using her body as your anchor. You moaned, breath hitching, the sight of her flushed and ruined pushing you over.

“Fuck..” you gasped, thighs shaking. “I’m gonna..Natasha—oh my G-God!”

You came with a cry, slamming down one last time, your body locking up as the orgasm ripped through you. Your nails dug into her wrists, your whole body trembling as you collapsed forward, grinding softly through the aftershocks.

And when you finally pulled away, the angle shifted. And the tip dragged just right against her again.

“Y-Y/n!” she gasped, body jolting. Her head dropped back, eyes squeezing shut as a choked moan escaped her throat.

You froze, wide-eyed. “s-sorry, I didn’t-”

Natasha let out a breathless laugh, arm flopping over her face. “Careful…” she groaned, voice shaking.

You bit your lip, trying not to smile. “Didn’t think that would still hit…”

Natasha peeked at you from under her arm, eyes glassy, lips parted, utterly wrecked. “It hit.”

You chuckled, spotted the key in the corner of the room, and carefully climbed off her. Your hands were still shaking as you picked it up.

When you turned back, Natasha was watching you. Flat on her back, one arm still cuffed, eyes half-lidded but focused now. That smirk from earlier? Gone. Replaced by something unreadable.

You chewed your bottom lip, key tight in your fingers. “You have to promise..” you said softly.

Natasha tilted her head. “Promise what?”

“That you won’t…” you hesitated, glancing at her body, then back up. “Flip this. Take over. The moment I let you go.”

She raised a brow, eyes gleaming. She said nothing. You narrowed your eyes. “Nat.”

Still nothing. Just that faint smile growing. You stepped back. “I’m not unlocking you.”

That earned a low laugh. “You’re bluffing..”

You didn’t move. And this time…she realized you weren’t. She let out a slow breath. “Fine.”

You waited. “I promise.” she said finally, voice low and warm. “I won’t do anything…without your permission.”

You searched her eyes for a long second. Then, slowly, you moved forward. You climbed onto the bed, into her space, and carefully slid the key into the lock.

With a soft click, the cuff popped open. A second passed. Maybe two- She moved like lightning. Flipping you beneath her in one fluid motion, your wrists immediately caught and pinned above your head.

You gasped, eyes wide. “Y-You promised!”

Natasha leaned down, nose brushing yours, eyes dark with heat.

“I did.” she whispered. “And I’m keeping it.” She didn’t move further. Didn’t dominate. Just held you there. Breathing the same air.

You blinked up at her, stunned. And then she kissed you. When she pulled back, her voice was barely a murmur. “Thank you for tonight.”

You swallowed. “You’re not mad?”

Natasha smiled, brushing her nose against yours. “Are you kidding? I’ve never been more turned on.”

Her grip softened. Her forehead rested gently against yours.

“But next time…” she whispered, lips brushing your ear, “You better run after you unlock me.”

You laughed, heart pounding. “Deal.”

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[teademoness]

The urge to throw out my closet and refill it with y2k clothing is so strong...;-;

[sugardollcurse]

I would like to request something with like 1980 John and a younger reader like age gap? Basically I just wanna suck him off while he pets my hair and praises me and tells me I’m pretty ♥️♥️

𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠 | john lennon x reader

𐙚 contains ; nsfw! minors dni!, age gap, slight dacryphilia

𐙚 summary ; you drop to the floor in his studio, and john gives you exactly what you need.

𐙚 note ; same

It was raining in New York again.

Not that it mattered, you weren’t planning on leaving the Dakota. Not when you had the afternoon, the whole day really, to yourselves. Just John’s little studio, cluttered and slightly too warm, the carpet still shedding from where he’d pulled an amp across it last week.

You were stretched on the old sofa, spine melting into cushions you’d long since broken in. A mug half-full of lukewarm oolong was balanced dangerously on a stack of demo tapes. You didn’t care. John hadn’t noticed.

He was hunched over his upright piano, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled, brow furrowed in that way that meant he was actually getting somewhere. And you didn’t say anything. Not at first. You knew better than to break the spell.

But the mood was thick today. The kind of day where the air felt too heavy with something. The kind of day where your chest kept tensing with no real reason except there’s too much in there and nowhere for it to go.

So you watched him.

And he kept playing, stopping to hum something, swearing under his breath when he hit a wrong note, somehow. He was tired.

His voice had gone low and rumbling lately. Softer. Still carried that Liverpool sandpaper, but deeper now, steadier. Like a fire that had burned hot for too long and now just glowed warm. It made your stomach flip, that sound.

You were sat cross-legged by the time he noticed.

He didn’t even look up. “You alright over there?”

Your throat was dry. “Mhm.”

“You look funny,” he added. Still playing. “Eyes all fogged up like you seen a ghost.”

“I haven’t,” you said. “Just you.”

That made him look. One hand stayed on the keys, the other came to rest on his thigh, fingers long and ringed, one of the joints slightly swollen. A mark of age.

His mouth twitched. “Careful.”

“Why?”

He stared a moment longer. His eyes were that muddy brown that turned gold in the afternoon, only it was too grey for that today. Still, there was a light in them.

Then, he turns around, his back facing the piano now: “C’mere.”

It’s soft. Not a command, barely even a request. John just pats his thigh and crooks his fingers, looking up at you from the piano bench like he’s trying not to smile too hard. His glasses have slipped a little, and the light overhead is catching in his hair, catching in the gold threads of his shirt, casting soft old-lamp shadows across the curves of his collarbone.

You hesitate. Not because you don’t want to, because you do, with a kind of dull, primal ache in your chest, but because it feels like stepping off the edge of something. He’s watching you like he knows that, too. Like he’s giving you the space to make your choice. You shift forward slowly.

“You nervous? What for?” he asks.

“No.”

“Liar,” he says, one brow tilting up, but he smiles with it. Then his hand slides along your hip, slow, until his palm settles at the small of your back. Holds you there. His voice drops lower. “You gonna let me take care of you or what?”

Your breath hitches. You nod.

He clicks his tongue. “Use your words.”

“…Yes. I want you to.”

“There you go.”

His fingers climb under your shirt, just the pads of them, rough with callouses. He strokes you there, slow as anything, like he’s got all night to unspool your nerves one thread at a time. You feel a little stupid, there in front of him, skin heating by degrees under his casual touch. Like being looked at this long is making you unravel. Like he can see through you and isn’t put off by what’s underneath.

His hands slide down, along your thighs, then back up again, thumbs dragging under your waistband. “C’mere,” he says again, and this time he guides you gently down, slow, until your knees bend and you settle onto the floor between his legs, palms resting on his knees, looking up at him.

John blinked once. Twice.

Then that slow, crooked grin. “Well now.”

Your hands crept up his thighs. His jeans were worn, softened by years of play and wear, warm under your palms. He let you touch him, watching with a look that was part curiosity, part possession.

“Look at you,” he says quietly. “Christ. You’re sexy.”

Your heart stumbles. You try to look down again but he doesn’t let you. Thumb against your chin. Firm. Gentle.

“Hey. None of that. Don’t go all shy on me now, not when you’re doin’ so well.”

“John-”

“Ssh,” he murmurs.

His hands fall away slowly, only to move to his belt. He undoes it without flourish, just unbuckles, pops the button, drags down the zipper. He’s semi-hard already. You watch the way he palms himself slow, the slick sound of skin on skin, lazy strokes that don’t seem rushed at all.

Then his hand is in your hair, gentle.

“Gonna take your time with me?” he murmurs. “Wanna do it nice and slow?”

You nod. You can’t do anything but nod.

“That’s it,” he says, and then he’s guiding you forward, not forceful, just present. Like a hand on your back, leading you through the fog.

You wrap your hand around him first. He’s hot, smooth under your palm. You stroke once, twice, marveling at how it makes him twitch. His hand tightens gently in your hair.

“God, that’s good, love.”

You lean in, lick the tip, just a tease, and his breath catches. He pets your hair again, slower.

“Don’t tease me,” he murmurs, “unless y’wanna pay for it later.”

You smile against him, lips parted just enough to press a kiss to the head. Then you open your mouth, take him in slowly. Feel the weight of it on your tongue. Feel his thighs tense as you suck gently, inch by inch, until he’s deeper, your jaw stretching around the curve of him.

He hisses, hand tightening. “Just like that. That’s it.”

You move slow. Purposeful. One hand at the base, the other steadying yourself on his knee. You hollow your cheeks and take him deeper until your nose brushes his stomach and he groans, soft and breathless.

“You’re look so good like this,” he says, voice ragged. “My god. Mouth like a fuckin’ angel.”

You moan around him. The sound makes him shudder. His hand is heavy on your head, palm warm and steady, fingers stroking lazily through your hair like he’s brushing a cat. Affectionate. Proprietary.

He doesn’t press down, doesn’t guide you or force anything. Just keeps you there. Warm. Full. Lips stretched and throat fluttering as you try to take him deeper, slower, like you’ve got something to prove.

“You’re a vision, you know that?”

His voice is hoarse, silk-wrapped gravel, like whiskey down the spine. The kind of voice that’s lived through too much and is still greedy for more. You moan again, vibrating around him, just to feel the way his cock twitches on your tongue. His breath catches.

“Christ, that mouth-fuck, s’like it was made for me.”

Your eyes flick up.

He’s looking down at you with that lopsided grin, tired and full of something tender and cruel at once. Like he’s never seen anything more perfect. Like he could break you in half if he wanted, but he'd rather just watch you unravel on your knees. He pets your cheek with the back of his fingers, lets the wet sheen of your spit smear across your skin. You lean into it.

You hum, cheeks burning. His other hand never stops moving, combing slow and hypnotic through your hair, gentle, steady, like he could do this for hours. Like he wants to do this for hours.

You hollow your cheeks and bob your head, sliding deeper until your throat tightens. He groans, not loud, but low and wrecked.

“That’s it. Mm, yeah, just like that. Love how you try, baby. Love how you push yourself, just for me.”

His cock presses against the back of your throat. You gag, just a little, and he pets you through it.

“S’alright. Easy, now. You’re alright. Brave thing.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. Not from pain, not really. From want. From the sheer heat of it, the intimacy, the weight of his attention. He’s watching you like you’re art. Like you’re a miracle he doesn’t understand but refuses to look away from.

You pull back for air with a gasp, spit trailing in a thin string from your lips to the head of his cock. You blink up at him, flushed and wrecked and hungry. He just smiles.

“Gonna suck me dry, are you?”

You nod, blinking slow and dumb, pupils blown wide.

His cock throbs in your hand. He strokes your cheek again, thumb dragging across your lower lip to catch the spit there.

“Good. That’s what that mouth’s for, yeah? Keep it open for me.”

You sink back down. He groans louder this time, hips twitching.

You suck slow, deliberate, tongue pressed flat against the underside of him, hands resting on his thighs for balance. He spreads his knees just a little wider, lets you nestle closer. One hand cups the back of your head fully now, not guiding, but holding. Possessive. His other drapes across the arm of the chair lazily, veins prominent, ring catching the dim lamp-light.

You dig your nails into his jeans. His breath hitches.

“God, if I’d known you’d be this good, I’d have never let you outta my sight. Would’ve kept you under my desk. Between sets. At home. Christ.”

You pull back again, messy now, mouth shiny, gasping, panting, desperate.

“Please,” you whisper, voice wrecked.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

“Please come,” you say, eyes wide, mouth open, shameless. “I want it. Want you. Please.”

His hand tightens slightly in your hair.

“Y’don’t even care how filthy that is, do you?”

You shake your head, tongue already flicking out, tasting the salt at his tip. He watches you like a man starving.

“No shame,” he mutters. “Love that. Love it when you’re shameless for me.”

And then you’re back on him again, faster now, wetter, sloppy and hungry. He’s close, you feel it in the way his thighs tense, the way he stops talking and just groans, low and helpless.

“That’s it. That’s it, love. Gonna-fuck-gonna fill that mouth-"

He comes with a breathy, choked gasp, hips stuttering. You take all of it, eyes fluttering shut, throat working. He holds you there through it, panting, moaning something half-incoherent that sounds like your name.

When you pull off, he leans forward immediately and drags you into his lap.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth. “You’re unreal. Y’know that? Just fuckin’ unreal.”

You press your face into his chest, dazed and glowing.

He kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you like you’re his.

You are.

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[blutig-hund]

demo that cums really fast x solly that’s like ITS ALRIGHT PRIVATE I WILL KEEP SUCKING YOUR COCK ANYWAY! (leads into some wonderful overstim)

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