#ftm sub reader

[sykosomatic]

brain juice has been absorbed!!! how about ftm reader is ovulating, and is just BEGGING to be bred by will and hannibal? his poor pussy is just leaking, and his own fingers arent enough to make him feel good :(

his two lovers take turns breeding him all day, makin sure they pump him full of cum. the poor boy is all overstimulated and ruined by their thick cocks<3

obivously they give him so much aftercare, jus drowning their pretty little boyfriend in priase

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yesyesyesyes!!! this is such a fun request, i hope you have half as much fun reading it as i did writing it lol... here we go!!!

ovulating ftm!reader x will graham and hannibal lecter!

cw: ftm reader, ovulation mention, possible dysphoria, ftm reader gets his breasts fondled/reader is pre- top surgery, double penetration, no condom/cum inside/anal and vaginal creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, anal and vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome and use of words: cock, t-cock, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, slit, folds… etc etc… and aftercare of course!

you'd been miserably horny all morning, waking up with your pussy already drooling. both of your lovers were busy with work, so that left you in hannibal's sprawling house all alone. you'd tried your fingers all morning; one, two, and three… but nothing worked. you could tell that something was going on; you were only this drippy when you were ovulating. if only will and hannibal were home; but you had to wait a few more hours. so fingering it was. you couldn't remember where you'd put your sex toys when you'd moved into hannibal's house with him. will was thinking about moving in too; he was there enough. he just wanted to make sure there was enough room for his dogs, and a suitable place for all of his fishing gear.

desperate for release, you texted hannibal with one hand, knowing that he only had a couple of appointments today… he'd most likely be home before will. you asked him when he'd be home and he told you what you'd expected; a couple hours.

so you were forced to finger your slick, throbbing pussy all by yourself. you were whiny and frustrated, two fingers in your ass and two in your pussy when hannibal arrived home from his last appointment. he chuckled at you, looking at your position with amusement. as you noticed him, you felt a warmth wash over your skin, making you even more needy.

"so, this is why you needed me so bad," hannibal said with a sly grin, watching you as you slowly continued. you were face-down with one arm beneath you reaching up to finger your pussy, the other arm over your back and reaching to finger your ass. hannibal approached you as you whined out your response, starting to undo his belt and zipper. he pulled you closer to him by your hips; you continued fingering yourself as he dry-humped your bare ass with his clothed cock. you could feel it getting harder as he began grinding against you. "good boy, keep touching yourself for me," hannibal praised, sounding proud of his little whore. "you're so needy today, my love," he purred at you. "i'm not sure if i'll be enough to satisfy you… but then again, i'm sure my needy pet won't be able to wait for will, would he?"

you whimpered, fingering yourself harder. it really wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until you had two cocks inside you filling you to the brim with cum. "i need your cock," you whined out, your brain turned to mush in your needy, dick-drunk stupor.

hannibal chuckled, starting to pull his cock out of his underwear. when you pulled your fingers away to make room for him, he made sure you left the ones in your ass. in lieu of a butt plug, you assumed. he pressed the head of his cock against your drooling pussy, slowly pushing it in. his cock was thick, stretching wider than the two fingers you'd had in, but slipping in with ease since you'd worked yourself open already. you groaned out deeply, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as he sunk himself into you. "oh, god…" you murmured. his cock was always a treat; it was long, with a nice girth. it always filled you up so deeply. will's cock was shorter, but had a little more girth. the perfect combination of their cocks was hannibal in your pussy and will in your ass; that always made you lose your mind. but for now, you'd have to make do with your fingers instead of will.

hannibal held himself inside you for a moment, holding your hips with one hand while the other reached up and fondled one of your breasts, pinching and teasing at your nipple. "how do you feel now, my darling?" hannibal asked you, watching your blissed-out expression.

"so, so good," you managed to whimper, steadily working up to moving your fingers in your ass again. you stopped once hannibal started moving his hips, your knees starting to get weak and your arm getting tired. you held it in place whule hannibal started to rock his hips into you, thrusting in a way that made your breasts bounce. your face went warm; typically this was very embarrassing for you, but your lovers always made you feel perfect and confident.

"let's get you more comfortable, then," hannibal said, replacing your fingers with his and letting you get into a more comfortable position, fucking into you nice and slow while his fingers massaged inside your ass. you moaned in satisfaction, letting more muscles relax as he fucked into you lovingly. "you're doing so well, look at you take my cock so deep," hannibal purred at you, groping your ass with his free hand. he slowly began to increase his speed and force as you got needier. he pulled you closer and sheathed himself deep inside you; so deep, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. he added another finger into your ass and started fingering you roughly.

"oh!… o-oh, fuck, that's good." you whined out, arms folded on the bed in front of you and your face buried against them. the force of him fingering you made your body lurch forward with every thrust. you grunted and groaned out as he finger-fucked your ass; it made your pussy throb and clench around his cock. you could feel yourself inching toward a climax, your pussy was dripping down your inner thighs and they were starting to tremble."so, so good," you repeated, starting to drool on your arm. hannibal could tell you were getting closer; he pulled his cock out of your pussy and slipped it into your ass, sheathing it in and making you almost cry. he felt so good, and he knew perfectly how to fuck you. it was insane.

hannibal fucked your ass and reached around to your clit, swirling his finger around it. your t-cock was swollen and sensitive, and his touch was able to send you over the edge. you whined out as he thrusted one last rough time inside your ass, spilling his cum deep inside you. that last thrust made you cum hard, squirting buckets all over your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. "yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" you gasped out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm.

hannibal let you ride it out before he pulled his cock out of your ass slowly, rubbing your sides and easing you down onto the bed in a comfortable position. he praised and petted on you as you relaxed and came down from your high. "you did so well, dear," he told you as he led you into the bathroom to clean you off.

hannibal got undressed after he set you in the hot water he'd drawn for you, climbing into the large tub with you and settling you onto his lap. it had been barely fifteen minutes since you'd cum and you already felt needy again; truly, your sex drive was wildly high right now. thankfully, this typically amused hannibal, and he had a rather small refractory period as well. this wasn't the first time you'd proposed a day full of fucking, and surely wouldn't be the last. after hannibal massaged your sore muscles and got you cleaned up a bit, you began grinding your pussy down against his cock in the water. it felt so good just brushing between your slit.

"already ready for round two?" he chuckled, leaning in to pull your nipple into his mouth, playing with it between his teeth. you groaned, nodding, your hands exploring his chest and teasing his nipples in return. "so impatient… can't even let will join in for our second go-around?" he teased, slurping on your breasts and starting to leave little love marks.

you reached down and slid hannibal's cock back up into your pussy, slowly but surely. your eager hole took him in easily. you sat firmly down on his lap, his cock balls-deep inside you. "fuck, that's good," you groaned, wiggling your hips to allow your pussy to re-adjust. and as soon as it did, hannibal's hands held your hips tight and started to bounce you on his cock. it made you feel weightless when he did this, made you feel so confident when he stared hungrily at your breasts or even leaned in and licked or sucked on them. hannibal was such a good lover, along with will, whose presence you longed for. you were so needy; soon you'd need them both to even have a chance at getting off.

hannibal rode you on his cock for a good little while and sucked on your nipples until you came on his cock again, throwing your head back and moaning out as you held the sides of the bathtub to stabilize yourself. hannibal held you firmly as you rode out your highs together, filling you up a second time as your pussy clenched around his cock. being filled up again made you groan; you always loved the feeling of your lovers filling you to the brim with their cum. you leaned forward and let him hold you against his chest for a bit before the two of you actually got properly cleaned up and got out of the tub.

"i'll be out in a minute, my dear, i think i hear my phone ringing," hannibal said to you as he kissed your forehead, slipping on some pajama pants as he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

you heard keys in the front door; you were too excited to put anything on because you knew it was will.

you basically attacked him with a hug, making him chuckle. "quite the outfit choice," he commented playfully, looking you up and down. you brought his lips to yours in a deep, needy kiss. your sexual stamina had already refilled, and you wanted him so badly.

"we just got out of the bath," you told him, starting to pull his coat off of him, breathless, kissing him roughly. he kept chuckling at you.

"you're so needy today," he teased, playfully kissing you back as he held you against him. "let me at least get the door closed, dear," he said, you begrudgingly allowing him to do so.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, his hands going to grope your ass with his rugged hands. you started tugging his clothes off of him again as he led you into the dining room, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. you were so excited when your lovers knew exactly what you wanted, when they just got straight into it. there was a specific deliciousness to waiting for it, to the nice and slow passion… but god, what you wanted right now was to be plowed hard and fast, over and over and over.

will kept kissing you hard as he dropped his pants and you took his cock eagerly out of his underwear. he groaned at the feeling of your hand on his length, his hands going up to grope at your sides and your chest. you gave him a nice, slow handjob as two of his fingers slipped into your already-wet cunt. he groaned out at how wet you were for him, grinning warmly against your lips. "you're so good for me, always ready to take me, aren't you?" he growled into you ear, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

"yes, will, i need you so bad," you whined at him. "i need you to fill me up," you told him as you heard hannibal's slow footsteps behind you. he walked around the table, giving will a deep kiss as will fingered you. you watched them kiss, whining. the sight of them touching each other always turned you on and made you jealous in equal amounts. hannibal whispered something in will's ear, standing behind him and starting to rub his sides and stroke will's cock. this allowed you to lay back and relax, letting will stick a third finger in and start to play with your t-cock. it was still sensitive, and made your legs start to tremble. "oh, right there!" you said, laying back and putting your feet up on the table to give will better access to you. you laid there in bliss, eyes falling closed as will worked his fingers up into you, curling them up and hitting that special spot he was so good at hitting. before long, you were squirting on his fingers, eyes shooting open to reveal that hannibal was fucking will's ass, and hard. will was some kind of super hero to be getting fucked like that and still able to make you squirt so hard. "oh, fuck.. that's hot," you giggled, blissed out from your orgasm. will grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his lap, sliding his cock up into your pussy.

"yes, right there, don't stop," you heard will whisper to hannibal. will's hips moved with the force of hannibal's thrusts, making him thrust into you. he held you close against him, keeping himself inside you as he was fucked into. soon you were overstimulated to the point that you came on his cock, the force of your orgasm milking his cum into your pussy, and hannibal's into will's asshole. the three of you stood there panting for a bit, kissing and massaging each other until you retired into the bedroom for another round. at your begging, of course.

"c'mon, just one more time?" you whined at the two of them; they shared a little smirk and helped you get into your favorite position. hannibal beneath you, his cock sliding up into your waiting pussy, and will behind you. will's fingers worked your asshole back open before he slid his cock in. it was so perfect, the combination of their cocks in your holes. you sat there for a second as your holes adjusted to their girth, and when you gave the nod, they started moving. you moaned near constantly as will and hannibal's cocks worked in and out of you. after the day you'd had being filled up, it was almost to intense for you, making you see stars as they groped and kissed on yo, and each other. they took turns in speed and intensity, and will came first, filling your ass to the brim. his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your legs when he pulled his cock out.

"your ass looks so good like that," will said, as hannibal thrusted roughly up into you, hard and fast, the sound of your wet, gushy pussy echoing through the room. "you're so, so good at taking two cocks at once," will told you as he slid his cock back inside you; it squelched as he used his own cum as lube. you felt yourself cum as he slid his cock up to the hilt and slapped your ass just hard enough to leave a mark.

your holes clenched up and made hannibal cum deep into your cunt. both of your lovers held you close as they finished pumping you full of cum, the three of you moaning in pleasure and almost collapsing in a pile as waves of exhaustion washed over you. hannibal and will managed to help you back to the other bathroom, drawing a bath in the bigger tub that the three of you could soak in and relax. hannibal was the first to recover and brought back some water and chocolates for everyone to tide you all over until dinner.

[l1tw1ck]

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

[sleep-0-deprived]

Nanami x ftm reader thoughts~! ૮꒰ྀི ෆ ˃̣̣̥ ⤙ ˂̣̣̥ ෆ ꒱ྀིა

Tags: pure NSFW, vaginal creampies, slight breeding, eating out, Afab on Amab sex, office sex, under the desk blow jobs, slight degrading <33

A/N: I’ve been doin a’ lotta Amab reader works s’ I figured I’d feed m’ trans sweethearts too !

Taglist: @asher-is-hotxp @yyuinaa @silvern1006 @kimisbunny @unstab1eperson2

Just thinkin bout sextin Nami while he’s at work, sending pics of you in his fav pair of lacy panties with the frills around your pretty thighs, him responding with a message tellin you to “knock it off, I can’t afford a hard on right now [name]” but you just won’t listen will you?…oh how you could practically hear his teeth gritting and that vein bulging on his forehead when he’s all irritated…oh god you’re wet at the thought- did you just send him a pic of that? oops.

Just thinking bout Nanami comin home from a long day of work, his cock is all hard and he’s pent up from those skimpy pictures of yourself but he doesn’t touch you, he walks in the room only to look at you N’ take his tie off along with his coat before walkin off to his study in the house, he leaves you so pent up and desperate that you have’Ta beg him to even let him permit you to give a blow job before he even considers fuckin your needy cunt. Nami just grumbled on about “you want your pussy fucked then earn it— apologize for teasing me at work” he’d leave you sobbing and whining out apologies around his dick.

Just thinkin bout Nami being totally cruel with your pussy, he fucks you bent over his desk raw, his hips slap your ass cheeks flushed Nd’ he just croons you on talkin bout “y’know it deserves it for bein so greedy— if it wasn’t so needy then maybe you’d listen more” he’d talk and have full on conversations with your cunt while his tip pulses against your womb leaving a throbbing feeling between your thighs, he’s the type of man to dirty talk your cunt like you aren’t even in the room, Nanami forces his loads inside you, he may seem so tame N’ cold but his seed is your punishment. Nami makes you feel his load inside your swollen insides all day leaving you feeling bloated N’ sick.

Just thinkin bout Nanami’s idea of affections, if he’s a little too rough with your pussy he’ll be all affectionate with it by peppering kisses on your clit while he jus massages your thighs and makes out with your lips whispering bout how he “didn’t mean to be so mean on his pretty baby” Nanami is either a sweet talker or he’s cruel. Nami is vanilla with sex he’s a man with old ideals and old fashioned morals so oral and penetration is all he does unless you wanted to try something new, Nanami may be rough and fuck you hard but he doesn’t have a lot of other kinks besides that and maybe if you ever get him to admit it he does wanna see you all knocked up by him.

Just thinking bout you and Nami being together for a real long time. You two have been together long enough that kids have been mentioned, you’re in the middle of getting your insides wrecked by his cock and you already have two loads pumped inside you and all nami can do is heave in your ear “wanna give you my kids— I wanna knock this pretty pussy up-“ his platinum hair is a mess and his hand is wrapped around under your thigh lazily rubbing your clit while he fucks your pussy loose and has your puffy petals all wrapped wide around his girth making your labia look extra swollen from his cock.

Just thinking bout Nami biting your breasts at night when your binder is off, he knows your tits are all sensitive and your nipples are puffy but his if he doesn’t love to drool and make out with them like he does your pussy, if he’s lucky and you feel like it he loves squishing your tits together with his cock between them makin you open your mouth and stick that pretty little tongue out…he loves watching your nose scrunch at the tender feeling of the boob job you were giving him, his tip pressing to your tongue with every thrust makin you taste his precum before he strokes his cock at the end and finishes with his cum getting all over your mouth and chin, shooting down on York breasts leaving you a sticky mess while he grunts out “there’s a pretty boy”

[shnarky-blogs]

-𝚄𝙽𝙷𝙾𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂-

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Puppy boy reader × Werewolf hubby!

Imagine being a small little puppy boy living with you beloved werewolf husband thats so scary and bigger than you, you both are completely opposite in appearance; -You are small, cute, kind and pretty looked really much harmless.

While he is this tall hulking man, feared by anyone who locked eyes with him, but under that scary face of his he Is actually a caring, lovey-dovey and passionate person! he just have a grumpy face all the time that's why everyone is scared of ticking him off afterall he's a big scary werewolf!

When you two are alone together, he gets all clingy, whiney, begging for your attention as he nuzzles up into your neck, ears flopped down while letting out little whimpers,

"Honey!.. can we cuddle?"

"C-can we shower together, puppy?"

"Im sleepy.. let me spoon you baby.. wanna keep you safe and warm.."

He'd whine all the time if you dont give him what he wants, his begging and cries will go on until you say yes to him, like he can't take no for an answer okay!, But during his ruts, its waaayy different.

What he wants is what he gets, if he whats you bent over the bed you'd do it for him, his strong scent controlling your very form because he smells so wonderful! You'd suck on his cock till your sweet hubby is happy.

During mating, he'd make sure to make you feel every single thing of the details of his cock going in and out your hole.. he also made sure to mark you up to remind you and show people who you belong to, his growls and grunts would fill your ears as he fills you up of his seed and knot you up together on his fat knot, leaving you both tied together for maybe an hour or so?

But after that rough love making, He made sure to give you loads of kisses, praises, and a warm bath to calm your tense muscles after that session with him.

[addictao3]

Can we get a dilf (he’s like in his 60s)werewolf trans male reader x 141 boys, hybrid au 😼😼😼😼 - call me 🌾 anon

DILF!Werewolf!FTM!Reader x HYBRID!141 au!!

You were old. Older than them. A seasoned veteran. An older Werewolf that seen it all(your wolfyness made you still look hot even though you are in your 60s). They lived with you. While their injuries healed. Your large home easily fit the four large hybrids.

You smile sharply at the younger werewolf. “Get y’er fluffy ass down Soap.” You say as you laugh. His tail wags as he pounces. You both fell with a “oof” and landed on the nice tiled floor. Both of you scramble around for a moment until you grab him by the scruff and pick him up.

“Oi! Price!” You yell out with a laugh, as soap pouts in your arms. “Y’er puppy ain’t being real nice ta’ me.” You see the large dragon hybrid slowly walk out of his room. His hair a mess. Price smirks at you and the now blushing Soap.

“What did I tell you, yeah?” Price says with a laugh. Soap mutters under his breath. “Speak up Soap.” Price sighs.

“Not to bother the big bad while he’s working.” Soap grumbles out. You raise an eyebrow. ‘Big bad’ you mouth to Gaz, the harpy hybrid sitting in the corner. Perched on a stand you built. Gaz laughed from where he was sitting. High above everyone.

You sigh before tossing Soap onto the large plush couch. “Sit the fuck down.” There was something in his scent. A flash of heat before it was forcefully washed away.

(Should I continue this?! Also surprise I’m alive!! Both yall and my psychiatrist are surprised muahahaha. (Laugh laugh please bro) I’m getting better at time management and heh I can NAWT wait until I can beg my bf to draw fanart for me heh heh heh. Yeah I’m lucky my man is talented)

[yanderestarangel]

★ ! hidden desires — stalker!bruce wayne x male reader

a/n: This is a repost! The first post has been taken down ( by tumblr itself lol); sorry and thanks for letting me know.

♡⁠┊tw: stalking, suggestive behavior, fingering, casual sex, v! sex, ftm reader, sex with a condom, afab anatomy, blowjob.

Each time he remembered what he had done—stalking you for weeks from the shadows like the nocturnal creature he was—a strange sense of shame settled in his chest. He used his shadowy vigilante persona to justify his unhealthy obsession, but even that excuse felt hollow.

He kept insisting to himself, "It's just for his safety." However, the heat in his groin wouldn't let him pretend otherwise — standing in the rain and cold nights by the window in the building above your house... But lying and manipulating to get into your life and home was not something he usually did.

That night, you'd gone out to the club. People were whispering about a new drug called "Bliss" and some underworld drama involving Sofia Falcone, while the red lights of the club mixed with your carefree expression, oblivious to Gotham's lurking dangers.

Wayne, however, was watching you as always—from afar, waiting for the right moment to act.

He wasn’t oblivious; his glances at a few attractive men at the party hadn’t escaped the dark gaze of the guard’s blue irises. He knew his obsession with you had gone too far, yet he ignored the rational alarms ringing in his mind—and started toward you.

It hadn’t been very difficult for him to get into his pants and into his home, and, to be honest, he didn’t know whether to feel angry or surprised. Perhaps it was a bittersweet mixture he’d reflect on only after leaving the apartment, since, after all, his blood wasn’t exactly rushing to his head.

You whispered a question, asking his name, but his hands were too focused on exploring your body.

"Bruce," he growled, finally breaking the silence. "My name is Bruce." The words came out more tense than he’d anticipated, and he silently prayed you wouldn’t ask anything else—or recognize him as one of Gotham’s elusive big shots.

Bruce’s fingers pressed deeper into your warm, slick heat, curling just right against that sensitive spot that made you see stars. He felt you tighten around him, your body responding to every stroke. With an added finger, he stretched you gently, preparing you for more. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight, deliberate circles as he drove you closer to the edge with relentless precision.

Bruce murmured, "So tight. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me," his voice thick with desire. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, while his fingers continued their steady rhythm inside you. He felt the tremors in your body, heard your breathy moans, each sound and movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he demanded, his teeth grazing your flesh. "Come on my fingers like a good boy."

And you did, your walls clenching around him as you cried out in pleasure. Bruce guided you through it, prolonging your orgasm and drawing every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form.

When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting, Wayne withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He licked them clean, savoring your taste and scent. It was so sweet and erotic that he felt his cock throb, and all the rationality and chivalry that defined his persona went out the window.

Quickly, the rest of your clothes were removed, and the man with black eye shadow sat on your bed, spreading his thighs and inviting you to suck his cock — a command you immediately obeyed. The sight of you on your knees, your plump lips stretched around his shaft, was almost too much for him.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your head as you moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, his hips rocking forward to meet your eager tongue. "Just like that, atta boy... Take it all."

He could feel you gagging around him, could hear the wet, obscene sounds of your slurping and sucking. It was music to his ears—a symphony of pleasure that nearly undid him. His other hand found your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he pulled you closer, pressing his cock deeper down your throat. He could feel you struggling to breathe, could see the tears streaming down your cheeks, but he didn't relent.

"Look at me... I want to see your eyes when you choke on my cock."

He commanded, holding your gaze as you struggled to comply, your eyes watering as you fought for air. But you didn’t pull away or tap out; instead, you leaned in, taking him even deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis. He was so close to climax, but he held back, wanting to savor this intense connection, feeling your body fully aligned with his.

"No fuck... not yet..." He grunted hoarsely taking his mouth off his cock as he shook trying to hold back his orgasm. "On your hands and knees, now." He ran his hands over your smooth skin, caressing your curves, your softness, a stark contrast to his own hard planes. He was prepared that night, carrying a condom in his jacket pocket, even though he thought the chances of him touching you were zero... Well, apparently not. He positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

With a slow thrust, he pushed forward, breaking your tight heat. He groaned at the sensation, at the way your walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper. He watched his cock disappear inside you, your tight heat enveloping him completely. He could feel every twitch, every pulse of your walls around him, could see the way your body yielded to his, taking him deeper and deeper.

But despite the overwhelming sensations, he remained silent, unsure of how to express the depth of his desire, the intensity of his need. He'd never been good with words, had always been better with actions, with his fists, with his body. You tried to talk to him, however Bruce's hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp sting of the slap echoing in the room. He watched as you jolted forward, your back arching, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Shh... Don't talk. Just feel." He punctuated his command with another slap, his fingers digging into the reddening flesh of your ass, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor. Wayne watched as you came undone beneath him, your body shaking, your walls clenching around his cock. He could feel your release coating his shaft, could hear your sweet whimpers filling the room.

And then he was coming too, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He buried himself deep inside you, his hips grinding against your ass as he filled the condom with his seed. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. For a long moment, he simply held you, savoring the feeling of your body against his, the warmth of your skin, the racing of your heart.

He wasn't used to this, to the intimacy, to the vulnerability. He was better at fighting, at brooding, at being alone... Stalking you was a different thing than finally having you, and he felt no shame in having lied. So he pulled out of you, quickly disposing of the condom before rolling off the bed. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, his hands clenched at his sides.

"I...I should go," he mumbled, not quite meeting your eyes. "I have work to do... It was cool..."

He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, efficiently. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to bridge the gap between what had just happened and what came next... He was used to being your stalker, but now his brain couldn't function after finally getting what he wanted: you.

But he was sure of something, the feeling became more fixed in his chest... He was more addicted in you.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[porcalinecunt]

𝐆𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐈 .ᐟ

🫗ᯓ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ single sissy? wanting a big boy? meet mister ken ‘draken’ ryuguji! ♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ྀི . ° . cw — ftm! reader , size kink , breeding , choking , headlock position , doggy position , praise , degradation(?) , stomach bulge , slight fluff in the beginning.

𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: i wrote this after midnight so sorry if its ass ; ; had draken thoughts and couldn’t contain them in my conscious. an nee ways, enjoy! <3

ᥫ᭡. ~ big boyfie draken is a sissy boy’s dream come true! after all, there’s not many hunks out there who’s willing to give boys like you a shot. after meeting you, cute in your ‘lil work uniform at the local cafe after putting street runts down, the second in command officer never felt any mushier with someone then with you.

after all, it’s like you couldn’t stop charming the guy! from kind words after a rough fight to patching him up to doing his braid every morning when he misses your hands roaming the dragon tattoo carved into the side of his head. his perfect little prince, a man he protects with his fists and body alike, someone who brings out the best in him even when things got serious. even more so thanks to the insane size difference between the both of you.

draken was huge, bigger then most of the guys even at a young age. even more so the older he got, his biceps bigger then your head and his body practically becoming a damn wall. it seemed like his growth spurt never stopped growing, until your face could only see his chest unless you craned your neck up to look at his face. you found it inconveniencing, annoying even! though through the eyes of draken, you only got cuter by the second.

millisecond if you count the times he nearly came by just making eye contact with you during sex. ♡

there’s a reason why this man has you in doggy tonight, not just to watch your pretty ass bounce as he fucks himself into your cunt, but to see you turn your head back to face him with the same heart eyes gaze that got you in this position in the first place. heavy eyelids with your irises rolling back everytime he hit that sweet spot, teeth sunken into your bottom lip as your face grew hot by the second. a normal reaction when your boyfriend’s fat cock is kissing your cervix and threatening to put a baby in you.

he felt heavy in your tummy, a bulge forming in and out as he dragged his girth along your sensitive walls. “kennyyyy!—“ you whined, turning your head again with a pout on your wet lips this time. “feels so good—ngh, wanna cum..cum in mee!”

“i know i know baby..doin’ so good f’me over here..” he leans down, cooing in your ear before licking your earlobe. he practically was on the verge of an orgasm, watching you squirm and plead for him was enough to push him over the edge. so much so, he couldn’t help but wrap his whole arm around your marked up neck and lock you in a chokehold. he felt your smaller hands shot up instinctively, gripping his wrist and bicep as he applied more pressure onto your windpipe.

he almost pulled away out of concern for your breathing until he felt you clench. suddenly, you felt a chuckle spill through his lips and into your ear. “ahh..you like this don’t ya?” “k-kenny..i jus—AH!”

“nah nah nah..don’t try ‘n run from me.” he pulled you up until your back touched his chest, arching away from your menace of a man as he pumps his length deeper into your ruined cunt. “your fuckin’ dirty boy, y’know that? tell me your a dirty boy f’me.”

“a-ah..’m y-you’re d-dirty boy..” you choked out, only to receive a tighter squeeze from your boyfriend. “i’m your dirty boy kenny! i’m your dirty boy!” you answered, both desperate yet cocked out beyond cognitive ability. how a simple headlock can have you babbling for dick embarrassed yet endeared you. didn’t matter anyways, draken was already inching towards his orgasm by the minute and you were going to take every last drop, even if he ended up knocking you up.

“yeahhh..my dirty boy loves my dick, always lovin’ my fuckin’ dick..” draken grunted as he screwed his eyes shut. “yess..i love it ken..i love it so so much!—ah!” before you could continue your mantra of your boyfriend, the feeling of your orgasm along with his hot seed spilling into your cunt knocked the wind out of your lungs. well, as much wind was left considering how tightly he was holding your neck. even so, you had enough energy to turn your fucked out gaze to him.

“can you do it harder next time?”

© porcalinecunt 🍷 𓂃۶ৎ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[servicpop]

showing rookie the ropes⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ callahan ( detective oc ) & alastair ( police oc ) x criminal ftm reader

NSFW ⓘ⠀coninuation of this , threesome , degradation ( from callahan ) , use of cunt & pussy

Being caged in Callahan's house wasn't all bad.

Who knew the detective would so lovingly take care of you like a stray cat that's too adorable to walk by? Before you're even awake and on your feet, you can hear Callahan busy in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you.

He serves you food with a ceramic plate and silverware for each meal despite spending months on end trying to find and arrest you. Yet you're here, under his watch, his care, because you—apparently—are the key to his ongoing case. Whether that was true or false, not even Callahan knew the answer.

The faint chirping of birds reminded you of how early Callahan routinely woke up at. The soft flickers of sunlight streaked across Callahan's floors; the white specks of dust floating in the air had entertained your eyes like a morning warm-up.

“I have a day off,” Callahan grumbled as if he had to force those words out, “Do whatever you want today.” He skewered the fried egg onto his fork and brought it to his mouth, chewing quietly as an awkward blanket of silence draped over the both of you.

He watches your head shake up and down sleepily, like you're about to nod off back to sleep.

“If you're that fucking tired just go to sleep.” He stood up abruptly from his chair, the wooden legs screeching along the floorboards. He circles the table to reach you, hooking his hands under your thighs to hoist you up over his shoulder. “You can heat it up later when you're not about to fall on the damn plate.”

He hears your retaliations, just chooses not care. Callahan's struggling with the way you're wriggling in his grasp, hitting his chest, caging his waist with your legs to try and wrestle him off, and whining about how you're awake enough to eat.

“God damn it, just stay still alright—” He pauses when he sees you pant underneath him, cheeks flushed, and hands up in surrender. Now, if that doesn't get him all worked up.

He stares for a heartbeat too long before he pushes himself off of you, shifting his gaze to anything else but your face. Callahan reachs for one of his pillows, chucking it over your face as he grabs your legs and pulls them up.

“Don't give me those eyes, I know what you want,” He grunts as he watches you move the pillow off your face just for him to push it back down, “We'll make it quick.”

His fingers loop under his belt buckle, undoing the hold clasp enough that he could unzip his pants. He let your legs rest against his left shoulder as he turned his attention to your clothing, slipping your pyjama pants off and all the way to your slide off your ankles.

Callahan pulls his own boxers down enough so his dick could spring out, sighing at the shameless sight of his own erection. He never understood how you could get under his skin this much.

Binding your legs with a hand squeezing your calves together, he pushes them up a little bit more until they're a 90 degree angle to your body.

“You get wet so quick,” He chastises you as if that's a bad thing. As if he isn't eagerly sliding the underside of his cock along your slit, scoffing at the way your legs jump from the contact. “Keep still, don't kick me,” he groans, breaching your cunt with his tip before shoving the rest of himself inside you.

He comes to cage your thighs with the curl of his arm as his chest presses flush against the underside of your legs. From this angle he can look down at how your fingers dig into the pillow, holding it to your face just to ground yourself. A little part of him wants to murmur praise, but he pushes that down when he remembers the whole reason why you're here.

You were a criminal.

That thought alone triggered the muscles in Callahan's hand to clench around the soft skin of your leg, imprinting the pads of his finger into you. He bottomed out, leaning forward so he could thrust even deeper past the warm clutch of your body.

“Fuck.” Callahan curses beneath his breath as the vulgar sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh rung through his ears like a high frequency. Your small whines and whimpers were drowned out by the fluff of the pillow while he continues to pound into you as if it were punishment for seemingly nothing.

He let out a louder groan, head tilting off to the side as he loses himself in you, relishing in how your pussy clenched around him like a warm embrace. He mumbled about being close paired with a few degrading words that you could barely hear behind the pillow.

Callahan's hips still as he grips your legs just a tad tighter, stuffing you full of his cum. He keeps himself plugged in your cunt, taking a breather to come down from the high. Through post-orgasm bliss leaving the both of you dazed and satisfied, neither you or Callahan could hear the gentle click of the door opening.

“Sir? Are you alright? i hear grunting—”

That almost whimpish voice—which you didn't recognise—was enough for you to peek over the pillow to see a man with tacky platinum hair and black rimmed glasses standing in the doorway. He seemed to be dressed in a police uniform of sorts, too crisp to be anyone of high authority.

Though you can feel the gradual stiffening of Callahan's dick still nestled inside of you, which undoubtedly pulls a cocky remark from your mouth, “You're into that?” You manage to speak your mind before Callahan is pressing the pillow against your face once more.

“Oh. Woah— Uh, I mean... I didn't mean to intrude I just—” The officer's stammering pulled a long sigh from Callahan and a pinch to his nose bridge.

“If you keep pressing the pillow to his face you're going to suffocate him...” He shifts awkwardly on the spot, eyes darting everywhere but where you and Callahan are connected.

You—dramatically—gasp for air once Callahan removes the pillow from your face, turning your head to look at the man standing in the doorway.

“If you care about this criminal so much why don't you look after him?” Callahan scoffs as he scrutinises Alastair, observing the way the platinum haired officer shuffled around on the spot like a restless dog. Though Callahan may find it highly irritating, the way Alastair is so carefully averting his gaze from your half naked form is somewhat endearing.

“What are you still staring at? You want a turn?” Callahan pulls out of you, suppressing a groan as he sees white leak out of your hole the second he's not stuffed inside you. He haphazardly wipes himself with a tissue before stuffing his still stiff dick into his pants.

“Seems like you're a fucking virgin at your age,” Callahan doesn't even bother to clean you up before he's shifting his spot on the bed to sit behind you. He grabs your waist as he handles you in a position where your back is against his chest. Its oddly domestic, too affectionate for you to relax against him.

“But would your— companion, want... that?” He circles the bed to stand at the end of your feet, covering his eyes so he's not staring at your crotch.

“If he didn't he'd be scrambling out of my grip.” Callahan's hand curls around your side, digging into the skin beneath your ribcage.

“Do something,” Callahan growls. He can feel you tense awkwardly under Alastair's quiet gaze, and he hates that. “Or do I have to teach you?”

Alastair lowers his hand from his eyes, pupils dilating enough to cover the color of his iris. He gawks for a bit—can't pull his eyes away from the erotic sight of his superiors cum dripping out from your slick cunt. It's vile, unprofessional, and yet Alastair can't help but stare.

Callahan drawls out a sigh, fingers descending your body as he roughly plunges them inside your pussy. The curl of his fingers makes you writhe, mostly out of the abruptness of it. He scoops out his own seed, the sticky substance coats his fingers like honey, and he brings it to your mouth. He prods at your lips with the tips of his hand, half smearing the white along your mouth before you part them enough to take it.

Alastair stares, frozen like a deer and growing an inexplicable boner from the sight. The way you let Callahan to do that, and even swirl your warm tongue over his knuckles, evokes a strange warmth in his gut.

“Lean your head down,” Callahan is already barking out commands before Alastair can snap out of his lewd fantasies. He follows accordingly, its an order after all. Alastair lowers his face until its just shy of your body. He can feel the gentle heat radiating off of you.

“Don't get all too excited, rookie, make him feel good before you stick your tongue in,” it's like scolding a disobedient dog with the way Alastair pulls back into his shoulders as if to hide away from his harsh tone.

He places one hand on your inner thigh, immediately retracting it when he feels the muscle twitch under his touch. Alastair's mouth slowly opens and his tongue darts out to sample a taste. You can feel Callahan's fingers tighten around your body absent-mindedly as he practically seethes at how wimpish Alastair is.

“I'm about to die of old age before I can hear him moan,” Callahan grunts, finally caving in as he snakes his hand to your front, roughly pressing on your clit with his index finger. The sudden pressure to your nerves gets a whine bubbling in your throat.

There's something so alluring to how your eyes flutter shut, lips parted and the prettiest noises spill from your mouth just from one touch. Alastair's only seen your face from blurred security footage or low quality images, but never this close and this expressive.

There's a small fluttering in his stomach before he moves without second thought.

Alastair's tongue meets your folds, delving in-between the crevices like he's licking syrup off of his morning toast. His tongue delves out to brush against your opening like licking along your bottom lip when kissing. The stark contrast between the two confuses your body. Callahan is so ruthlessly circling your bundle of nerves with just one finger, yet Alastair is so gently exploring every dip and crevice of your cunt.

“You're enjoying this aren't you?” A deep rumble comes from behind you as Callahan's free hand curls around the column of your throat. “Being tongue-fucked by some cop? What kind of thief are you?”

Though, Callahan doesn't squeeze, nor apply any pressure. He just holds, feeling your pulse quicken as Alastair's tongue delves past your hole and into your wet channel.

“I bet you he's no better than a machine,” he growls “You know I'd do better, but I wouldn't want to put my mouth anywhere near this dirty pussy.”

Callahan lifts his hand up just to bring it back down with a sharp slap to your clit, musing at the way Alastair flinches upon having Callahan’s hand come down so quickly right in front of his face.

You’d feel bad—

If he wasn’t currently sucking you off like his life depended on it.

Alastair is pathetically hard by now; his pants are straining so much he swears he can hear the rip of thread from it. He drags his tongue along the warm walls of your cunt, savoring the way you clench and groan from the sensation—he’s so shamefully picturing how his superior would break through the clench of your pussy, drive himself deeper until he hits your cervix, and how you’d let all those sweet, deliberately loud noises to provoke him further.

You see Callahan’s free hand—the one that wasn’t cradling the curve of your throat—move down to Alastair’s hair, and for a moment, you believe he’s going to thread his fingers between those platinum strands and brush the hair out of his face.

He didn’t.

It wouldn’t be Callahan if he did.

His fingers curled into Alastair’s scalp, grabbing a fistful of hair like pulling roots from the soil. With a sharp tug, Callahan pries Alastair off of you, holding his head up like he’d just dunked the man in a bucket of water. Alastair doesn’t fight it—in fact, he lifts his head to meet eyes with you, dazed like he’d taken his first sip of alcohol when he was eighteen.

Callahan merely scoffs at the sight as he moves his hand from your throat, down your stomach, and to your reddened sex. He doesn’t care for foreplay, especially from how close you were to the end. It slid in a little too easy, his fingers entering with a sickening squelch. Knuckle-deep, Callahan curls just enough to bump your g-spot.

“Ah– fuck.” You jolt, jerking against the weight of Callahan’s arm draped over your body. He alternates between curling his fingers and thrusting his fingers shallowly before he widens the thrusts, fingering you with a new found energy.

He sees Alastair, all round eyes, dumber than a deer in headlights.

And he can’t help but get a little irked at that.

“Open.” Callahan curls his fist tighter in Alastair’s hair, shaking him a little to get him out of that daze. When Alastair finally comes to his senses he rolls his mouth open, tongue slicked with saliva like he was fucking salivating.

The back and forth movement of Callahan’s hand gets more intense, drawing out your orgasm with each press against your walls, punishing your sweet spot. Your incessant squirming and whining grates on Callahan’s nerves; you’re enjoying yourself a little too much. He slams his palm down harder with each thrust in, deliberately hitting your clit with a force that bordered pain. “Just cum already, I’m done dealing with you.” He growls lowly in your ear, yanking Alastair closer to your body as he hooks his fingers inside of you, harshly pressing against that one spot. Your restrain slips, and the next thing you know, Callahan is angling Alastair’s head to catch your orgasm in his mouth. Alastair’s left eye flickers shut, feeling the warmth of your cum splatter across his face as he eagerly swallows what he’s given.

Callahan’s grip loosens, falling away from Alastair’s hair before he chucks a blanket over your body, wrapping you up in the fabric like he was shielding you from Alastair’s wandering eyes.

“Go get yourself fixed up. We’ll talk when you’re done.”

[rs-hawk]

When your big dumb werewolf boyfriend can’t stop licking at your t-dick when you finally let him see it. He just licks and laps at it, not caring how hard you’re crying from overstimulation. He loves kissing your hairy chest and face, duh, but fuuuuck, your hairy mound and decent t-growth drives him crazy.

After a few hours he starts begging you to peg him but you’ve been too oral fucked dumb with his mouth to even hear him. He’ll have to try to resist doing it again so he can ask later

[ceturyboytoy]

Twin older brothers that are so protective of their little baby bro. both are huge, the biggest players on the varsity college team. little bro is there for every game, cheering like their own personal cheerleader. they always spot him in the crowd and give a wink or a flex, knowing how they’re gonna be using him later. they talk about it later in the locker room while they shower off, chuckling sadistically. the rest of the team just figured they were talking about some campus girl, not their way too young little brother.

but again, protective as hell. they might treat him like an object while alone, but if anyone were to touch their baby brother, oh boy, they’re on the warpath. whenever he gets bullied for being faggy and soft spoken, his older brothers always take care of it by beating his bully to a pulp! doesn’t matter if it’s one scrawny asshole against the two brick houses, no one messes with their precious little bro.

before they exact their revenge on his bullies however, the two always make sure their brother is loved and taken care of. reassuring him that he’s not a loser and the prettiest little boy they’ve ever seen. four hands roaming his tiny body, two pairs of lips dragging all over the young boys skin. the boy can only breath and tremble as his two older brothers comfort him till he completely forgets about his bullies.

god forbid someone misgenders their baby brother. the last time someone dared called him out about his transition the guy was found half alive shoved in a shopping cart behind a grocery store. no one spoke of the incident nor who or why it happened, they just knew to leave the kid the fuck alone.

[l1tw1ck]

Compromised

Bottom!FTM Peter Parker x Top!Villain CEO!Masc Reader

🕸️ Word Count: 1,226 🕸️

AFAB Language Used | this *might* become a multi-chapter fic but this part won't be canon, i changed my mind after i started the second chapter and this wouldn't fit 😭 so just treat it as a oneshot

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Blood, Virginity Loss, Cunnilingus, Creampie

Peter looks up at you with blurry vision, his body bruised and bloody. He can barely move.

You rip off his mask. “Aren't you the one who works for Jameson? I always knew your pictures were too good.” You chuckle. “You are cute though.”

He's fading in and out of consciousness, he can barely comprehend your words.

“I’ll be taking you home with me.”

Peter slowly opens his eyes, still feeling dizzy and weak. He looks down and fear instantly hits him. He's completely naked and tied up. He looks around the room for anything to help him while trying to break his restraints with brute force.

The noise draws you inside.

“Yo- you-” He recognizes you. The CEO of a company that rivals Stark Industries and Oscorp.

“I have a plan for you, Parker.” You walk over to him. “I’ll let you live and I won't tell a soul about your identity. In return, you'll help me take down Stark Industries.”

“Kidnapping someone isn't really a great way to propose a partnership, you know.” He manages to keep up his persona, trying to calculate how he can get out of this.

“Well, appealing to you isn't a part of my plan. How you feel about this doesn't matter to me. You won't have a choice once my subordinate gets his hands on you.”

“Wh- what are you gonna do to me?”

You slowly untie him. “Just a little memory altering. I’d love to train you but there's not enough time…it’s too bad.” You brush his hair to the side. He tries to hit you but it's too difficult, he only grazes your cheek. You laugh at his attempt and grab his wrists. “Don't worry, I won't hurt you after today. You’ll be spoiled rotten. My special little spider.”

“No– no! Don't touch me!” He squirms around in your hold.

“I should've known a single dose wouldn't be effective enough.” You let go of him and turn to the supply cart next to him. He tries to shoot a web to stop you from whatever you’re trying to do, but only a weak spurt leaves his wrist. He then attempts to get on the ground and crawl. You ignore him and prepare his next injection. He feels humiliated as he continues to crawl towards the door. The fact that you're not even looking at him tells him that he doesn't have a chance. But he tries anyway.

He only ends up a couple inches away from where he started when you ‘catch’ him and turn him around. You use one hand to pin his arms above his head and use the other to inject a serum meant to sedate and arouse him. “Don't worry, Peter, you won't remember any of this. If that makes you feel better. I just wanna have some fun with you first.” You toss the empty syringe.

“Get- get away from me–” He tries everything he can to hurt you but his remaining strength is starting to dwindle as the serum runs through his body. You pry his legs apart and stick your head in between. You drag your tongue up his folds then lovingly suck on his dick. You bring your hands to his chest and circle his sensitive nipples. He subconsciously raises his hips and whimpers.

“No- no- no-” He shakes his head, crying. He doesn't want to lose his virginity like this, not here, not to you. “Uhn~” His toes curl. His spidey senses are going off, making it even harder to think. The drug is making the spider parts of him go haywire, it's not working properly. It's aggressively ringing all the alarm bells inside him. His webs weakly shoot out of his wrists like a deflating balloon. His head is pounding. His brain is yelling at him.

Defend yourself. Hurt them. Kill them. Call for help. Run. Give in. Give in.

Give in.

It feels so good. It feels so good.

I wanna come. I wanna come.

His hands stick to the ground, his legs spread further apart, his mouth hangs open to sing noisy, wordless praises to compliment your skill.

“Stop!” He cries out.

Don't stop. Don't stop!

Yes!

Peter gasps, his hips jerking upwards as he squirts on your face. His head presses against the floor. His body trembles. Then he calms down.

He raises his head and looks at you as you pull away from him. His eyes follow your hands as they unzip your pants. As they free your hard dick. As they direct it onto his wet pussy. Then he focuses on your cock. Your length. Your girth.

I want it.

“No-” His voice trembles. “Don't- don't put that- inside me!”

Shove it inside me. I need it. Fill me. Mold my body to fit you. Ruin me.

The head of your cock slowly breaches him. Peter’s webs shoot out like a can of silly string on its last legs. Weak little spurts continue to leave him. Both from his wrist and from his cunt. He feels weaker every time.

It hurts. It’s too big. It hurts.

“It's interesting to see how your body reacts to the drug.” You wipe the tears from his eyes. “It's too bad I won't be using it again…Although I am interested in what’ll happen once my subordinate alters your memories…maybe I’ll tell them to make you an obedient slut for me.”

Own me.

“Ple- please-” He gasps. He's not entirely sure what he's begging for. His brain is sending conflicting messages.

You lean into his ear. “Admit it, Spidey, you love how big I am and how well I fill your tight fucking pussy.”

I love it.

“I hate– ugh-” He hisses.

I'm so full.

“I’ll kill you..” He clenches his fists.

“Oh, but I thought Spider-Man didn't kill?”

“..ma- make an exception-” He loses his ability to grip, his fists come undone as you bottom out.

“Really? I’m honored, sweetheart.” You slowly pull out, stopping before you fully leave him. “You're bleeding. Guess I was too rough.” You lick your lips at the red coating on your cock.

“You're disg—uh~!” You suddenly thrust inside him and knock the wind out of him, a longer string of web leaving his body. His whimpering and gasping quickly turns into whines and moans as you fuck him. His eyes roll to the back of his head. The bandage and wound on his cheek loosens and opens up, causing blood to run down his face. His brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs.

“Doesn't it feel good, baby?”

He responds with a jumbled mess of words that are impossible to decipher. You already took a bunch of pictures of him earlier but you find yourself wishing you still had that camera with you. In this state, he's more beautiful than any of the artwork in the Metropolitan. You grab his sides, triggering the pain in his sore, bruised body. He makes a loud and erotic noise in response.

He writhes around, sobbing and trying to squirm out of your hold. He manages to say “Please–!”.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Your thrusts stop as you come inside him. You let go of him and brush the hair out of his face, then wipe his blood.

His body twitches, like a spider that's been stepped on.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Toji with a ftm reader NSFW head-cannons~! ૮ ˶ᵔ ˕ ᵔ˶ ྀིა

Taglist: @kimisbunny @silvern1006 @unstab1eperson2 @asher-is-hotxp

A/N I’ve normally don’t do Afab works but I’ve noticed some of my followers are under the trans spectrum and I thought I’d try writing this with my one of my fav dilf!

Tags: p N’ v sex, face riding, cervix play, edging, cunilingus, squirting, mentions of breeding, fingering <33

Toji is the kinda man that would be confused at first when he sees your cunt, he wouldn’t understand until you explain you were trans and then he’d go back to not giving a damn, because at heart this man is a man-whore without a care in the world of what your genitals are. During your first time with him he would have you on top at first, watching you gripping his shoulders and have you moving up and down on his cock with his pelvic bone smushing your clit while he talks you through it. He’d start murmuring things like “didn’t know how good you were pretty boy, did you ride all your exes like a slut too?”

Toji has a knack for degrading you while he fucks you, depending on how he’s fucking uou he might praise you, his favorite position is missionary despite how basic it it he likes having your legs up on his hips while he presses himself as deep as his cock can go making you squirm when he places one hand down on your lower stomach while his tip pushes your cervix making them all sensitive while he coats your insides in a thin coat of pre- come while promising to knock you up. “You wanna be a daddy? hm? Tell me now and I’ll have you knocked up by mornin’ doll”

Toji is a total feen for you, he will never admit it but he has an oral fixation and loves eating you out, but Toji is still a lazy man at heart and would rather you blow him any day of the week but even when it comes to oral he’ll have you doing all the work while whining and pouting bucking your hips on his face making your clit press against his lips, practically begging him to suck at it harder. “Ain’t you just a fuckin greedy boy, you’ll take what I give ya, brat” he’d huff and press sloppy half assed kisses against your slit making your petals all puffy and sensitive from the touch. Toji will grip your thighs and move his hand up to your cheeks giving them a harsh pinch and spank combo while he eats you out like a starved man.

When Toji starts prepping you if he even does it always leads to edging you for a while, his fingers scissoring your inner walls and opening them up while his thumb presses and holds your clit down with slow rubs making you try to close your thighs but he just uses his other hand and holds your thighs open before pulling his hand away from you when he feels your cunt clamp up around his fingers making him lick over his scar and pull his fingers back making you a whining mess. “You aren’t coming that soon pretty boy so don’t bother poutin and puffin those little cheeks”

Toji will have mornings when he wakes up all hard and needy just rolling on his side and rubbing his bulge between your thighs, he’d slip his sweatpants down and pull your shorts to the side just fucking your pretty cunt while you sleep, his cock just abusing your womb over and over never pulling out even when he orgasm he always makes sure to finish inside you. His hand reaches forwards and gropes your tits through your shirt while rolling his hips and kissing at your shoulder making you reach your peak, all of the stimulating having you moaning and squirting on yourself with your eyes fluttering open and closed making Toji whisper in your ear “jus go back to sleep baby boy”

[shnarky-blogs]

Thinking about feminized male reader getting kidnapped by his obsessed co-worker and drugged him so he could fuck the reader in a very frilly short pink skirt while fucking his cock into your ass, calling it a pussy/cunt, whenever you tried to escape his house you'll end up on his cock, riding him till you're brain dead, calling you his pretty girl and his little bitch while slapping your ass playfully as he watches your cock squirt out cum, your face contorts into one of pleasure, rolling your eyes back as your hips spasms against his crotch, even though you're all worn out he still kept you bouncing on his cock, holding your hips firmly making you cum over and over again♡♡

[yanderestarangel]

★ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 || 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 || 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

♡ ┆TW: mild sadism, ftm reader, fingering, exhibitionism, overstimulation, sex toys, degradation, aggressive sex, anal sex, squirt, afab anatomy.

♡ ┆Being with someone older and more experienced than you like your current boyfriend, Wesker, was always a new adventure – especially since he knew exactly where to move, squeeze and tease to make you turn into a wet mess.

♡ ┆Wesker was already forty-five years old, however this old man fucks you for hours and loves to prolong your foreplay. He knows how sensitive your body is, how small, well-made touches of his fingers or even his words can affect you; the blond man likes to whisper dirty things in your ear when no one is noticing in public, he wants to make you reach your limit without even touching you physically - after all, this also shows how good he is, increases his pride and excitement on several levels.

♡⁠┊"Sometimes it's pathetic how you get wet so easily, boy." The older man would speak with a mischievous and practically invisible smile on his lips, seeing the obvious wet stain on the fabric of your clothes - obviously his words had affected you to the point that your pussy was extremely lubricated and begging for him; however, your boyfriend was a sadist and would make you stay like that for a while longer before you went back home so he could fuck you to his heart's content.

♡ ┆Foreplay with him lasted for hours, his blue eyes enjoying following your every reaction and how you writhed under his ministrations. He forced you to suck his fingers and lubricate them enough so he could stimulate your clit while he used his mouth to suck your nipples until they were sore – he marked your breasts with bites and hickeys so you could remember later how he fucked you until your brain short-circuited. "I haven't even started and you've already cum twice? God, boy, you really are extremely weak..." Albert said in a calm tone, his face was stoic as he removed his fingers from your pussy and looked at your juices on his fingers - looking at you with that air of superiority that only he had.

♡ ┆He'll use sex toys to push you to the limit too - from butt plugs to vibrators and dildos. Wesker will tie you up with ropes around your wrists and adorn the curves of your body while you kiss him and he can access your holes, shoving a small silicone dildo in your ass and making you rub your pussy against his leg and seek some relief from your throbbing clit, but when you're close to cumming, he'll stop his ministrations on your body to prolong your pleasure and suffering.

♡ ┆Wesker likes to do anal with you, he stimulates your clit while holding your arms behind your back - making you tilt your hips more for better access. He's a sex-crazed old man, making you cum multiple times on his cock until he realizes you're about to pass out from cumming so much. "Come on baby, can you hold on a little longer? Don't cum yet, I'm not done with you yet... I love breaking you like the needy slut that you are." Wesker would growl as he slapped your ass hard and watched your legs tremble because of your desire to cum, but he hadn't allowed you to come yet, making you try to keep your sanity and obey his orders.

♡ ┆Albert also likes to tease you in exposed places, like a picnic, it was supposed to be romantic but you soon end up with Wesker's fingers stuck deep in your wet pussy and with the blond man smiling behind his sunglasses, watching your every reaction, from the embarrassment and fear of being caught to the excitement in your irises as he made you cum and left you trembling. With a smug smile he would just make you taste yourself and give you a kiss right after. "Good boy... You're a damn nymphomaniac, aren't you?"

♡ ┆But he would never hurt you on purpose, every time you felt uncomfortable with something and said the safe word he would stop right away and check if you were okay enough to continue. "Sorry sweetheart, are the ropes hurting you? We can take a break if you want." He would speak in a calm voice as he did what you wanted and checked to see if you needed anything else - if you weren't feeling well enough to continue fucking him, he would just do an aftercare and make sure you were safe.

♡ ┆He would fetch you water, food and clean any traces of pain on your body, whispering soothing words, quite unlike the rough and dominant man who enjoys seeing you broken from too many orgasms. He puts you to sleep in his arms and the next day he treats every bruise he made on your body, from the rough spanks on your ass that turned purple, to the hickeys on your neck - he is careful when he puts ointment on your cunt and sees you tremble, making him smile and place a soft kiss on your thigh. "Calm down my baby, when you are less sore we can have sex again. But until then, I will take care of you like the handsome prince that you are." Wesker says as he showers you with kisses, he always heard that showing affection was a weakness, but for you, he liked being a soft and caring old man.

♡ ┆Bonus: When he realizes that you are becoming more addicted to sex than he is, and even you are lasting many rounds and even making him cum before, this man will break into a genuine and amazed smile - seeing you jumping hard on his cock and begging for more. "Fuck, I created a little monster, didn't I?" Wesker would groan as he came again in your womb, making you whimper from being so full. "But you are my monster, daddy's little monster."

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[wheretearswander]

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「 𖥔 」 . 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 the clock strikes twelve, everyone's masks come off.

Most would already be slumbering upon their soft mattresses, or lying down on measly sunken ones, and perhaps even just stained, flimsy cardboard. But ultimately, it's the time where you can truly relinquish yourself to your deepest, truest self.

And best of all? No witnesses.

At least . . . no one of significance.

Neon signs softly fading in and out, worn out over time & effort; buildings barely standing on their last two legs, broken down by carlessness and shame. But nothing compares to the weary souls who litter the pavement in nothing but the thinnest of fabrics and the thickest of maquillage — all of them fighting for survival in the inky black of night, with nothing but a fleeting hope and a definite uncertainty that they could ever go back to a structure whose state they could call home.

But how would that be possible when you work on the streets for a living?

On the rare occasion that entry into a house, an apartment or some other complex is on the itinerary — spontaneous or not — it still isn't home.

And it never will be.

Night after night, client after client, climax after climax, the sky no longer distinguishes itself from the bright blue sky of the dawn from the star-spotted darkness that is nighttime. Rather it presents itself a murky shade of grey.

Some days, a little blue comes through — and only then could GOJO SATORU tell what time of day it might have been.

That is, if his head wasn't buried in the mattress of his temporary residence where he would wait out the day until his so-called shift starts by the hope of slumber; in the heat of a rocking car forced around by fervid friction.

Or now.

"Harder!" Satoru cried out, his fingers digging into the comforter of his current client with his eyes rolled threateningly to the back of his skull, only his sclera obvious, complimented dauntingly with the red of his optics' arteries.

His plump, rosy lips blown out with ragged strings of moans that he himself could not begin to comprehend within his state of bliss.

"God- yes, princess." you moaned out, quickening your pace, making sure to hit that spot that makes him see stars with every thrust.

Even while slobbering into the thick duvet; his tongue lolling out of his swollen, kiss-bitten lips — he still had a job to do: please the customer, get fucked & get paid.

His rates were simple: ¥750* for oral, ¥1000* for half-and-half, anal costs extra.

He was by no means a professional, but just like many in this profession, he was desperate.

Though his skill being put into question always had the answer come easy:

"Fuck-," you came into the condom, the rubber slightly sliding off your base to make space for the copious amount of release your system had to emit from the sheer excitement.

Gojo's pussy is top. of the. line.

In ragged breaths, you slowly pulled out of his entrance — ignoring the whine the white-haired man exhaled — and dragged the offending piece of latex off, resulting in a light shiver & a shaky exhale.

While satoru tried to gather his breath, you tied the condom off & threw it toward the direction of the rubbish bin where multiple condoms laid in a similar state: tied-off & filled.

When you turned your attention back to the fucked-out Satoru, your shaft only continued to harden. Even with the multiple orgasms, you had yet to truly experience relief and to Satoru, this was as bad as it was good.

Pros? He could charge more & continue to experience the mind-numbing ecstasy that has come to define his existence.

Cons? He didn't know how much more he could take.

His thighs quiver as they try to hold his trembling self up. His face buried into the sheets. Sheets stained with several bodily fluids, all of which only spurred you on even more.

Every little whimper of his told a myriad of stories in the same breath:

I want more.

I can't take anymore.

It feels so good it hurts . . .

I'm so tired . . .

I NEED more.

And you could pick up on the thoughts — or rather, the need — behind those hazed eyes; once a vibrant sky blue dulled by life, fatigue, and burdened, but now clouded over with a raging storm of lust, need, desperation, tinged with torment and gleaming with fervour.

There was no question that you were the best client he had the pleasure of servicing in all his years on the street. You were chivalrous, gentle, giving, and attentive. Every little need catered to, sexual or not. Everytime he'd shiver just a little too much, you'd stop and check on him, holding him tight.

But the best part was just one thing: a safeword.

Prior to the hookup, you'd asked him for one. A simple question & to most it wouldn't matter.

But with all the years of his working, surviving; a piece of his humanity slowly chipped off, bit by bit. Even if he willingly came into this twisted game, it was not by the heart's desire. It was from the lack of choice. And it is common knowledge that such things are loveless; no intimacy, no care, just one night of raucous & reckless passion followed by a life of shame.

Just like many, he felt worthless. Undeserving. No longer human. He was simply there.

Yet as soon as you asked him for said safeword, a flicker of hope twinkled in his eyes, the dull blue brightening just a moment to their original hue.

But.

Sex work is sex work.

You are neither the first nor the last he would ever have. And that was fact. This was likely a one-off, and the chances of it ever happening again are subzero.

Your gentle disposition allowed him to feel. To enjoy. He cursed himself in his mind, attempting to ground him back to the harsh reality that came with his line of work.

10 times out of 10 his clients would care only about their own pleasure. Rightfully so. He was getting paid for this. But it didn't lessen the numbness. He'd always look away from his customers, lifelessly looking at the ceiling or some other place, as long as it wasn't the person's face.

Every lewd act he'd do out of duty, not care.

Exaggerated moans, fake compliments, complete untruths: the porno package. It was all a sham. Just a well-rehearse programme done over & refined by experience and time.

He felt nothing.

So your tender allure got him perhaps a little too open and a little too trusting. Especially since all that kindness was a complete one-eighty to your sudden intrustion back into him.

Satoru lurched forward, gripping the sheets tighter, a harsh scream ripping out of his sore throat, rising in pitch with every buck of your hips slapping against his rotund backside.

He could feel that you had put yet another rubber on your shaft, the material rubbing against his swollen, gummy walls.

Nonetheless, even with the trying presence of said prophylactic*, it did not diminish the euphoria you allowed him to experience; with how well you stretched his worn pussy out, digging into all the right spots, making him mold himself around your girth.

And even despite the roughness, he had yet to utter the safeword. Just the thought of it comforted him that he simply ignored the pain that came from the overwhelming pleasure, choosing to drown further into the passion; the intimacy he's long craved from all the nights he had to endure just to see the next day.

The dichotomy further warped his mind. He enjoyed your initial benignity but this rough side of you broke him. He couldn't tell whether you were truly a good person or a wolf in sheep's clothing. But either way, he liked it.

And that thought caused him to climax to both your surprises, gushing out like a waterfall so violently that his body pushed your cock out & further soaked your sheets.

He gasped, closing his thighs & his hips bucked as if they had a mind of their own, his walls fluttering & squeezing around nothing. Each clench sent a fresh wave of pleasure running down his spine & additionally fuzzing his already fucked-out mind. He couldn't come down from this high.

"Hey, hey," you shushed him sweetly. "It's okay, princess, you're okay," you held him from behind, littering kisses on the back of his neck.

None of which aided his overhelmed state but the sincerity behind your actions calmed his mind a tad bit, so slowly but surely, his breathing stabilised, the shaking reducing significantly.

"What was that?" he gasped out, fingers clenching & unclenching the sheets.

"What do you mean, princess?" you asked in a hushed tone to avoid alarming him, massaging his hips to further soothe him from his frenzied state.

"That," he shivered.

You trailed your gaze down to the sizeable stain under him then back into his eyes, "Have you never done that before?"

He shook his head.

You slowly pushed his hips to fully lie on the bed & rolled him onto his back then caressed his cheek, "Did you like it?"

With a slight fluster, he nodded, pursing his lips.

A chuckle left your lips, a sweet smile stretching on your lips, "That's good," you pecked his forehead. "That's what matters."

His heart skipped a bear or two, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

Every time he tried to put his guard back up, you somehow make them crumble back down on their own. And everytime you somehow manage to do it successfully and effortlessly.

"Why don't we stop here for now, hm?" you pecked his lips. "I think you've had enough excitement for today."

After that, you laid down on your side, pulling him into you, allowing him respite & safety in your arms.

This cuddling position made him feel even more vulnerable, but part of him needed it. And you knew for certain he did.

"So how much did all that amount to?"

"¥900* . . ." he managed to breathe out, the haze still fogging his mind.

"Any additional charges for aftercare?" you chuckled, massaging the red of his body: his derriere, the back of his thighs & the deep handprints on his hips.

He whimpered at the feeling, relaxing deeper into your hold. "Mm, no. If anything I should be paying you for it." he attempted to joke even in his incapacitated state, and you found humour in both his efforts and in his serene acceptance of being in your arms.

"Maybe I should," you turn his face to you & kiss him. "How much do you think I should charge?"

He pulled away from the kiss and gazed into your eyes, tracing each fine detail carefully.

"¥4000 minimum." he stated, earnest with every syllable. "Just for a kiss."

"That seems steep, princess. Especially for a kiss." you continued to litter his face with kisses, paying special attention to his plump, pink lips. "You're greatly overestimating me."

He only snuggled deeper into you, "You'd be worth every yen . . ." he mumbled breathily, sinking deeper into the intimacy of the moment.

You stroked his hair, inclined to comfort him. "Quite the compliment, darling." The statement rolled off your tongue with ease, "you are too." You kissed him again, letting him lead the kiss as he'd like it.

"Do you want to take a shower maybe? I wouldn't mind." Satoru perked up at this, confused by such a generous offer. He'd have jumped at the opportunity had his legs not felt like jello. So instead, he shook his head & sighed, "I'm good."

You nodded. But as you started to pull away, he clung onto you tighter and whispered, "Don't go . . ."

There was only one goal in your mind: to clean the man up. Your intentions were to locate a rag then come back to wash him down; but his need for comfort pulled you back into his arms, holding him tighter in return.

"Okay, princess."

He nodded into your chest.

"But mind if I do something?"

He looked up at you, curious, but not wanting to exert any more effort, so he settled for nodding & lightly loosening his hold on you.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you pecked his forehead and continued to leave kisses down his face, further down to his soft neck, down his supple chest, more kisses tracing the lines of his musculature on his torso.

As you went lower, his once calm state started to subside, reverting back to his needy headspace that was all sorts good as it is bad. Nevertheless, his body was well worn out; so he could not react as much as before.

And as soon as you licked a broad stripe up his folds, he shivered against his will, his hand instincitvely coming down to hold your hair.

"I thought you said-," he let out a shaky exhale, his folds quivering against your lips.

"I know, princess, I know." you placed a gentle peck on his throbbing clit. "But we still need to clean you up regardless." you then places his legs over your shoulder. "Is that alright?"

The white-haired man couldn't bring himself to look into your eyes, but still he nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair.

And so you continued your actions, being sure to remain gentle & avoid spurring him further, leaving little kitten licks on his clit; kissing the bud instead of the usual sucking; not pushing your tongue fully into him, only scooping out the remaining essence that had yet to pour out of him.

"You always taste this good, doll?" you spoke into his cunt, the vibrations engorging his clit even more, and you can feel it throb against your nose.

His fingers reflexively tightened on your hair and he let out a shaky whimper, "M-mhm . . ."

"You eat healthy, huh?" taking your time, your tongue tracing circles onto his clit before sucking on it, feeling his essence drool out of him and onto your chin.

"I tr-try- ah~!"

"What do you mean, princess?" your lips consumed his quivering golds with a certain fervour that one would consider borderline inhumane with how focused you seemed to be on bringing him to cloud nine.

"I try to . . ." he sighed out. "if I can afford it . . ."

"That right?" He nodded, clenching around your tongue in an attempt to prevent his juices from continuously leaking out — but to no avail as the action only made him more aware of your presence, the expertise of your lips, the heaviness of your tongue, the way the muscle glid so seamlessly within his pulsing walls & hit every good spot his pussy had.

You nodded in return. "Well, you still taste amazing." Your licks sped up & deepened as you felt his hips starting to grind onto your face. "The perfect amount of sweet & salty." you deliberately pressed your tongue deeply onto him, dragging it up slowly but surely, ending with a flick of his clit with the tip of your tongue.

His back arched off the bed, a loud moan resonating within your room, a light stream spurting out of him & directly onto your mouth which you swallowed in an instant without stopping your infuriatingly arousing ministrations onto his pulsating cunt; all pink, puffed-up, and pouring.

"Gonna cum?" you teased his clit, flitting the tip of your tongue side-to-side rapidly then latching back on to suck & nibble on it, allowing you to feel each pulsation, his essence coating your chin in a thick layer of arousal.

"Mhm . . . yes- mmh~ yes~!"

"Go ahead, princess. You deserve it," your thumb pressed onto his clit, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You've been such a good girl." You dive back into his glistening folds, eating him out with such vigour he swore the heavens fell from above & fell right onto him, his world blurring into a mere vision of what he'd assume were stars.

"Fuck!" he screamed, squirting another vicious jetstream of clear liquid, spraying onto your face and darkening the previous stain on the bed that had started to dry up, now even darker shade that the first.

Yet you swallowed it all with ease & a particular gentleness that kept him gushing onto your tongue. Even if it did weaken at times, he'd spurt bit by bit, lasting for far longer than good for either of you.

To him, it felt like forever. His thighs shaking around your head, his breaths mixing with moans & whispers as if his body couldn't choose how to process the situation.

To you, it felt too short. You wanted more, needed, even. But you knew he couldn't take anymore or else he'd be left to drag himself off your bed to the streets, and even then you doubted his arms could carry his weight.

So with that you pulled away from his addictive entrance, a line of drool connecting his shame and your soaked lips, panting lightly & licking your lips clean. Then you hovered over him & kissed him softly to coax the poor man out of the headspace he did not realise he was in.

At first, he was unresponsive, likely still lost in the sensations. But after a while, you felt him respond. That made you exhale against his lips in relief, still kissing him until you were sure that he was fully present & back grounded in reality.

The whole of his squirting orgasm had lasted minutes, which explained his loss of thought & awareness — other than the already present overstimulation before it.

"You're going to have to stay the night, princess." You kissed his forehead, caressing his cheek. "Do you have any appointments tomorrow?"

He could only gather tidbits of your words, but still, he shook his head & weakly pulled you down to lay over him, desperate for contact & comfort — which you reciprocated eagrely, aiding him in his riding out of his high.

Just like earlier, you massaged his hips, hoping to sate his remaining desires; kissing his lips to keep him from floating back to seventh heaven and remaining there.

You rolled beside him, which he quickly latched onto you, unwilling to part from the only thing that gave him a sense of comfort.

You smiled & stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"Goodnight, princess," you left a lingering kiss onto his forehead. And though neither of you were clean, clothed, or warm, the enjoyment & satisfaction allowed you to sleep within each other's embrace, ignoring the cold prickling at your skins due to the lack of proper coverage and from the stain still present on your sheets.

Perhaps the world was unfair. Cruel even.

Souls venture into the darkness for many reasons; secret to everyone, known only to some — other than themselves.

This world is full of temptation, demons, the worst of the worst.

Perhaps this was hell.

But Satoru failed to care.

Not when he felt like nothing could touch him while he was in your arms.

Still, this would have to end at some point. Probably before you woke up, but definitely the next day.

He didn't do love. He couldn't. What person would love someone as defiled & worthless as he?

So, soon enough, he'd return back to the streets; back to flagging down customers, back to the usual regime of detached, uncaring sex where he'd get fucked then paid, hoping to not get a black eye or some other ailment from the clients' carelessness.

Soon enough his humanity would fully deplete, leaving him a soulless & mindless husk, a toy, an object for pleasure.

Nothing more.

And soon enough, you'd fade away from his mind.

ⓘ NOTES . . .

¥ : yen ( japanese currency )

¥750 : in place of $5 ( American ) : ¥726.13, appox. $5.16

¥1000 : in place of $8 ( American ) : ¥1165.72, approx. $6.89

¥900 : $6.18 ( American )

prophylactic : a condom

⸝⸝ . ⊂ COCYTUS ⊃

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[servicpop]

electric fueled adefemi akinola ( cyberpunk oc ) x racer ! bttm ftm reader

ⓘ a bit more dialogue heavy than I'd want it to be, implied you've been hooking up, unprofessional doctor / medical play(?) , he uses his vibrating fingers , use of pussy and cunt like once or twice

The city of dreams they called it. Nothing short of a dream when you're seeing holograms reach out to you, and people on the streets with metal and wires embedded into their skin. Adefemi was no stranger to it, having one fully cyberware arm himself.

Day and night he ran this little shop, favored by racers who badly beat up their rides on those hellish courses—only the best of the best could make it through without missing at least a bolt or more. People drove their vehicles in and out, scratched and dented for him to fix with a price.

Though, he had one recurring customer he'd always slip in a discount, for whatever reason he could find.

“'Nother crash?” Adefemi chuckled as he saw you duck under the roller, and push your bike towards him.

You'd come almost everytime he was about to switch that open sign closed, everytime the sun lowered it's harsh rays past the horizon and just barely seeping through the cracks of those high rise buildings. Nonetheless, Adefemi had his shop on the outskirts of the city, so there was nothing but desert and maybe a few gas stations out front. It was far enough that the sun could come through without the disturbance of the buildings.

“Yeah,” he hears you sigh, walking out from behind his workbench as he takes a good look at the state of your bike. All battered and bruised like you'd deliberately swung a bat at it just for an excuse to see him again—or so he'd hope you did.

He ran one metallic finger over the flat surface of your bike, running over the jagged edges of metal from concrete slashes. It seemed like you really had a tough time this race.

“I could probably fix her up in a few days,” He concluded, pulling away from the bike as he rose to a stand from his previous squatting position. He glanced down at your back and then back to you, taking that damned face of yours.

“Say, you came here few weeks ago didn't 'cha?” Adefemi tucked one arm under another as he tilted his head slightly to the left, his metal arm glinting in the low light of the shop. “If you just wanted an excuse to see me, just walk in,” he shrugged, his dark eyebrows raising with the rise of his shoulders.

“Before I get to work, any metal needin' fixing for you?” One thing he liked about you was how human you were. You strayed away from bulky cyberware sticking mainly to little enhancements, never anything flashy like a metal spine or a chrome leg. It made Adefemi think of you less like a metal zombie.

“Maybe just a routine check-up will do.” It didn't hurt to get checked up occasionally seeing that you pretty much neglect your metal needs. You didn't have anything flashy enough to constantly take care of, which was good in a way.

Adefemi nods, hand on his hip as he juts his thumb behind him, pointing to the medical recliner chair hidden behind the plastic translucent curtains. It was very much like a medical setting, one you'd find in a hospital if it wasn't so worn out and stacked with metal parts and whatnot.

You climb onto the chair, laying awkwardly down on it. The fabric of the chair sticks to your bare skin as you adjust your position on it to get comfortable.

Adefemi comes in shortly, pulling those plastic curtains around the two of you as if there were people to see—there wasn't. But it undoubtedly sets the "doctor" mood.

He's wearing one blue glove on his hand with flesh and bones while he disinfects his metal one. They're a sort of silicone material for his fingers, but his palm and the rest are full metal. But it always changes, everytime you come Adefemi always has a new set of fingers like he switches them out based on preference.

“Just a regular check-up aye?” He leans on the side of the recliner with one forearm along it before pushing himself off of it to grab a few tools. “How's your eyesight? I could enhance your night vision if that suits your fancy.”

Night vision. Crucial for races in the dark, especially when those other sadistic assholes always push to ride in the night. You were never one to be into that sensory depravation stuff when it comes to races, preferred to know when you're about to hit the curb and total yourself and your bike.

“I'll take that as a yes,” Adefemi doesn't need a verbal confirmation from you, he just knows from that look in your face “This might sting or feel a bit weird but if you need—one—nice, warm hand to hold onto, I can take off my glove.” What a charm.

You almost consider his proposal when the tweezers come dangerously close to your eye; he's already done the necessary calibrating and loosening screws to ease the process but you can never get used to having your eye plucked out of your head.

It's jarring feeling yourself lose vision in just a second, all you could do is hear Adefemi walk around with his heavy boots against stone cold floors. He's talking—which is a relief—about anything just to reassure you that he's still there and he hasn't disappeared.

Your fingers twitch a little when he's slotting your eye back into its socket; a few blinks and everything seems just a tad bit sharper, clearer.

“What a big boy,” He's praising you, but in the way a mother would do to her son, which only slightly offended you, “Didn't need me to hold your hand, so brave.”

His chest puffs out every time he laughs and he's ruffling your hair before moving on. You see his eyes flicker a gentle blue as he scans your whole body in what you guess for any signs of injury. It was common that you'd get at least a few scratches or cuts from your races.

He pauses after seeing a particularly nasty gash running from your hip bone down to your inner thigh. You must've taken quite the fall to get something like that, to have a gash all the way from the side of your hip to your thigh.

“Nasty,” he grimaces, almost as if visualising how you got it. “I gotta get a little close n' personal, hope that's alright,” He raises his palms, holding his hands up in surrender and to show his peace.

He's unbuttoning your pants and sliding it under your legs, folding it neatly and placing it on the table beside him. You can tell he's been raised well, folds your clothes efficiently and neatly, makes you wonder if he's the type of person to have his closets and drawers all tidy like that.

He pushes the bottom of your underwear up to see a little more of that marred skin. He takes a good look at it before grabbing a cotton ball and gently dabbed it along the cut. There were some awkward moments were he had to blindly apply the medication to the gash that was covered by your clothing. The cotton ball was coated in some sort of antiseptic which inevitably stung, and before you could squirm or start kicking him in the face out of pain, Adefemi uses his cold, metal hand to hold you down by your thigh.

“Don't go thrashing your legs like a madman, you'll hurt yourself more than me,” His voice is lazy, almost tired but still has a playful lilt to it. His hand eventually travels to your lower stomach, and he applies a gentle heat to his hand to soothe you—an enhancement he gave himself.

It's a new one, since you've never seen him use it before but it's nice, like a heat pack resting on your tummy.

“New enhancement?” You ask, and momentarily the stinging pain is forgotten.

“Yeah, you like it? I got a few others too,” His eyes are trained on your wound but his mind is focused on your words. A true multi-tasker. He lifts his head to reach for some bandages, before he looks back up at you.

“I'm gonna take off the uh—rest just so I can bandage you properly,” He's sliding down your underwear extremely slowly, giving you enough time to back out and tell him to stop if you ever got uncomfortable. He slides it down your legs and off from your feet, placing it on top of your folded jeans.

He lifts your thigh up just enough for him to roll the bandage under and over the flesh. Both his hands are on you, one metal hand gently cupping the side of your thigh while the other secures the white bandages over your wound. You're staring at his face, gazing at the way his eyes always seem to flicker to one specific spot. It makes you concious to say the least, but you'd trust him with your whole body.

Adefemi seems to notice your darting eyes and he sighs with a small smile, shaking his head as he looks up at you.

“Gettin' nervous are we?” He drawls, his voice a low rumble as if etched with a lack of sleep—or too much, “We can check that up too, If you're up for it.”

You can't bring yourself to say no, it's been awhile since you've really been able to spend time with your good ol' mechanic in that way. Though you're not entirely sure if he genuinely means to check or if he's inviting you to do something else.

“Y'know dysfunction is gettin' real common lately.”

Right.

“Can't hurt to treat it early, can it?”

Right.

You slowly nod, tilting your head to the side mostly out of embarrassment. He's so slow in his movements, gently brushing his fingertips along your folds, using two fingers to push them apart in a V shape. Its a strange feeling, cold metal on the warmest part of your body, it makes you twitch. Adefemi stays in that position, just staring at your flesh, taking note of whatever he's observing.

“Looks good, I'll run a few tests alright?” You know what he's implying with that, and he's taking it a step further by flexing his metallic hand “We can test my new features while we're at it.”

He shifts to stay beside you rather than at your legs, one hand leaning over the table beside your recliner with a pen between his fingers while his other hand rests low on your pelvis.

“At anytime you feel any pain or uncomfort, let me know,” He's using that fake tone of his to make himself sound a little more like a real doctor. More than the back alley mechanic he is.

He's careful with his movements as he slips a finger over your slit, the base of his finger brushes against your clit as he dips the tip into your opening. He hears you gasp a little and you can faintly hear a small chuckle to himself, followed by the scribbles of pen on paper.

He's so slowly rubbing his finger in and out, ensuring everytime he pulls his finger out, he digs the ball of his palm against that sweet nub. The mechanical heat from the rest of his metallic hand on your lower stomach doesn't help either; its almost soothing despite how agonisingly gentle and lazy he's being with you.

Adefemi glances back down at you before speaking, “Don't freak out, yeah? I ain't here to hurt you. It's just a little buzz—it'll feel good in a sec'.”

You feel a soft vibration from his finger, like a slow massage gun. He lets you adjust, getting all your squirms and soft whimpers as you restrain your back from arching up into his hand.

He slots another finger in—his ring finger alongside with his middle—firmly warming his fingers deep within your tight walls before upping the intensity. He arches his hand up from its resting position along your body, pressing his thumb against your clit. Adefemi rubs it in deep circles, observing the way you rake your fingers against his poor chair and hike your knees up to half-assedly alleviate the overwhelming sensation.

“You enjoying yourself?” He snorts at the tremble of your eyelashes and the whines bubbling in your throat, “Feels good don't it? Got it just for seein' pretty boys like you come all unwrapped.”

He pulls his soaked fingers from your cunt, rubbing your aching pussy like a gentle caress before delving his fingers back inside. You would've thought the soft scribbling in the background would drive you insane but its hard to think about what pisses you off more than what pleasures you.

“You gonna come pretty boy?” He teases slowly, the drowsiness of his tone was pretty much hypnotising—the things this man could do with his voice alone. His lazy chuckles were a product of seeing your pre-cum spray out from the frequency of the vibrations his hand was giving off, and the desperate raise of your hips to meet his fingers.

“Hmm... ain't that right?”

He writes down something for one last time before he places the pen down, turning his full attention to you. His free full flesh hand comes down on your head, stroking along the direction your hair sprouts from the crown of your head.

Adefemi's gentle head caresses have a great difference to his other hand. He's taken the responsibility to get you across the edge, curling his fingers agaisnt your sweet spot as he starts thrusting his fingers. It makes an obscene plap noise each time he pounds his thick, metal fingers into you.

With the hand so delicately stroking your hair, he grips it enough to manipulate the angle of your head, tilting it back so he can better hear all those noises spill from your mouth.

As your legs shake and your eyes squeeze shut, Adefemi hums softly, watching as you soak his recliner with the evidence of your orgasm. He works you through the after-high tuning down the vibrations and focusing on making it feel comfortable.

“Better than I thought,” He notes, sliding his fingers out before walking over to the sink to wash his hands. He glances back at you, legs shut and your head tilted back as your chest rises and falls from your breaths.

“Nothin' to worry about,” he swivels back around, grabbing your underwear as he wipes your bottom half with a warm cloth, slipping the fabric over your ankles, up your thighs and around your hips.

He reaches over and grabs your pants, helping you put them back on and even doing up your buttons for you.

“Next time though, if you just wanna see me, you don't hafta' crash your bike over it.”