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[theolmtales]

That asshole teammate (That's you) (AFAB Reader)

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

This was a request for smut with a survivor who is good in matches but has an asshole behavior. Turn out it's only a cover to survive in this never ending game of deadly cat & mouse. In reality they are affectionate & caring. Ganji & them don't get along but because the reader is skilled there is some tension building up.

As always I made a male & female chapter, but since the request was originally for a male I didn't put gender neutral pronoun this time.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

Ganji’s breath his steady as he run through the hospital’s ruins. His senses in high alert as he tries to locate the new survivor.

It was too early to form an opinion on the newcomer just yet. But for everyone, a new person in your matches was a royal pain. So, when he saw the new one at the waiting table earlier, he gritted his teeth.

Even better now! That person ended up being the first one to be found. Just great…

At first, he had planned on leaving her to die on the chair. After all, it would be a waste to put energy on someone who would go down right after being rescued. But to his surprise, the newcomer was holding her ground pretty well. Kitting Jack all around the map and only getting hit once.

Ganji was in the middle of his cipher when Tracy appeared beside him. Taking over as he decides to go looking for the running duo. Problem was, she wasn’t pinning her location to the group. Hence why he was running around like a headless chicken, trying to figure out where the hunter and his prey were.

Finally, the faint sound of pursuit reaches his ears. It only took him a second to turn around and head towards the sound, and sure enough, the two of them were running around in the shack. He readied his bat, preparing to hit Jack when he’ll try to pass through the window after the newcomer.

But when the survivor sees him, as she jumps the window, she shots a murderous glare at him.

‘‘GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! I DON’T NEED YOU WASTING MY WORK!!!’’

‘‘Eh!?!’’ Ganji froze for a second as the information makes its way to his brain. Reflexively, he struck Jack as he tries to pass by the window and then, regaining his composure, he sends back a glare just as dark toward her before making his exit.

If that asshole gets chaired, he’s not coming to rescue her, if she wants to play solo, then so be it.

And thus, Ganji leaves the new survivor to go help Tracy in decoding.

Not long after Ganji’s departure, Jack finally gets a hold of the survivor as she tries to vault a window. True to his words, Ganji ignores her and keeps decoding with Tracy. Tracy, on her end, wonders why he doesn’t go. But she decides to trust his judgment. Just like her, he’s been here for a while now. She figures that he must have had a good reason.

In the end, the 4th survivor decided to go rescue the newcomer after finishing their own cipher. Seeing as there’s only one cipher left, Jack decides to try to go chase the last cipher, hoping it wasn’t already prime. Even though the newcomer has already passed the half bar.

Jack didn’t expect the new survivor to adapt to the game so quickly. It only took her the previous match against Jack to figure out his chase patterns. She will definitely become an annoying one in the long run.

Sadly for Jack or luckily for Ganji and Tracy, the cipher was indeed prime by the time Jack teleported to them and they decided to pop it right away. Obviously, Jack chose to go for Tracy, Ganji tells himself that it’s because she’s a weaker kiter and not for anything else. Trying to brush away the thoughts of Jack killing tendencies.

As Ganji makes a run for the opposite exit gate, not before stunning Jack once or twiceto help Tracy, you’re waiting with Charles. As soon as the gate opens and Ganji appears in your line of sight, you get out of here.

In the end, the match is a win with only Tracy being eliminated rapidly.

Ganji is still mad at the way you told him off, but he must admit that you’re good. Very good even. It usually takes newcomers a few weeks or months to get used to the experienced hunters, especially a veteran like Jack.

And thus, despite his anger towards you, he decides to give you a compliment on your work. Better have you on his side. After all, you could be pretty useful, and you might have said that due to the stress from the chase.

You answer him without missing a beat and he’s sure at that moment that you’re looking down on him.

‘‘Well, somebody got to have some balls in here to do what needs to be done.’’

That answer just re-ignite Ganji’s anger towards you, making him see red. You really are just another jerk! Like there wasn’t enough of them already…

Ganji just tsked at you, giving one of his signature looks that would make anyone knees ready to give up under them. He had already taken on himself once to salute your feats, and he only got venom in exchange. He was done with you. He wasn’t going to give you anything anymore. He had already given enough in general anyway.

In the following months, you proved yourself to be quite the kiter and support. You were skilled in perception, and it didn’t take you long to figure out the hunters’ chase patterns. One or two matches were enough for you to get the general idea, though you would still be surprised by the more experienced hunter’s tricks.

If only you were nicer with the others…

The other survivors learned to leave you be when you kite. Your execrable attitude making them avoid you completely. The ones with less control would sometimes try to sabotage you instead of helping. But most knew teamwork was a must if they wanted to survive in this place. Hence, they would rather take on themselves or ignore you.

Except for Ganji. He was so tired of bowing to other people that he swore never to do that again. Ever. Therefore, he decided to ensure the team would win. But that was it.

He would never attempt a risky rescue like he would for Naib or Helena. Nor would he come assist you instead of decoding. You would just tell him off anyway. Hell, even Freddy was more grateful than you were. And he was barking orders all around, really testing everyone’s nerves.

The thought of sabotaging your kite had crossed his mind. But he would chase the idea without a second thought. You were an ass, no proof needed anymore, but he wouldn’t stoop that low. Unlike a certain thief. Victory was all that matter and everyone, even you, would work toward it.

But truth be told, you were impressive. He didn’t know of anyone who could adapt so quickly. The only person that comes to mind was Naib, but he was a hardened war veteran. That was hard to beat.

It was making him mad. Why did you have to be so shitty and so good at the same time! Whenever Kreacher or Servais were acting presumptuous, you could always count on some good old karma to make them shut up. For a while at least.

But you? You had every right to be presumptuous and look down on people. Servais and Kreacher were good, but they were veterans, skills polished with time. You? You had natural talent.

Time spends getting angry at you was a waste in Ganji’s mind. But he couldn’t help but try to look for something to use against you during the many matches you had shared. Just some mistakes to rub in your face. That’s how he slowly started to pick up what you were trying so hard to hide.

At first, he thought it was just his imagination. The mind of his old self trying to give you excuses. But it soon became obvious to him. And he couldn’t believe it took him so long to pick up on it.

The way you would always make sure to draw the hunter’s attention, making it seem as if you were just full of yourself, so that it wouldn’t go look behind that rock Luca was hiding behind. Or the way you would rescue someone just to be chaired in their place. Every. Damn. Time.

You wouldn’t risk a draw or a win over it, but if you could exchange your place with the person being sacrificed, you were already making a run for it.

And this wasn’t just in matches either. Whenever someone was eyeing something on your plate, you would leave it on the side. Pretending it was ruining your appetite and leaving it behind for that person.

You didn’t just memorize the hunter’s patterns. You had memorised the survivors one’s too. He remembered the sound of your stomach growling as you tell him you weren’t hungry for Curry Pilaf. It was the last portion.

Maybe that’s why he had start complimenting you whenever you did good. Or making extra effort, when supporting or rescuing you. But each time you would answer or thank him with venom and every time he would distance himself again. Not realising he was feeding right into your hand.

And it was better that way. After all, you thought as you watch Ganji turn away from you, it didn’t matter if you couldn’t escape. As long as the other could, that was fine. They already had suffered enough. You could take over…

Even if your mask was breaking here and there, you knew how to push people buttons just well so they would stay away. Even if Ganji had started to see through some of your masquerade, you were too much of a pain for him to actually start caring about you. Or so you thought.

This match was no different. In your own fashion you had taken the hunter’s attention from its original prey, and you were determined to make him lose this match. Funny how little it takes to make Philippe lose his temper. You didn’t mean for that snowball to hit his sister face THAT hard… Oops.

On his end, Ganji didn’t want to bother. But this time, you hadn’t realized you were kiting near the last cipher machine and Evelyne was dead on chair. And here he was, giving you a hand.

As much as you want to tell him to fuck off, you know you messed up and he’s making a good call. You bite your tongue and focus on wasting as much time as you can.

In the end, it was almost worth it.

Ganji and you sit in the basement chairs while the other two make it past the exit gate.

‘‘Tsk! Thanks for ruining my work.’’ You speak.

‘‘!? Maybe if you had paid attention to our cipher pins, I wouldn’t have had to come. Because the last cipher was 20m away from him!’’ He answers back, his gaze piercing you as he shouts over the fireworks cracking up. ‘‘Trust me. I wouldn’t have wanted anything more than to pass that gate without looking back. But you had to fuck up and kite the hunter near us!’’

That’s the last thing you hear before getting send undergrown. You tsk before looking away, knowing damn well he’s right.

You wake up in the infirmary, your wounds already patch up during your sleep, probably by Emily. She was always over working herself and with that look of remorse in her eyes, as if she was trying to compensate for something.

You sit on your infirmary bed and on the corner of your eyes, you discern movements. Your head shifts to meet Ganji’s gaze as he gets up from his own bed. Great…

He sends you an equally angry gaze.

‘‘Don’t you have anything better to do? It’s thanks to me that we got a tie, even thought you almost throw it up in the end.’’

‘‘Oh, fuck off!’’ You answer. ‘‘I never asked for your help! I could have managed it on my own!’’

False.

‘‘Oh yeah!?!’’ Ganji grabs you by the collar.

‘‘Then maybe I should have left you to bleed out as Philippe hunt us down one after the other because YOU brought HIM to US!’’

‘‘Tsk!’’ Your gaze averts his own.

‘‘Look me in the eyes when I talk to you! Have some balls!’’

You reluctantly look back at him. But still shooting dagger at him, too prideful.

‘‘Ok I mess up! Here, happy!?!’’

Ganji is taken aback by your confession, but he regains his composure back rapidly.

‘‘No.’’

Your eyes widen.

‘‘Say sorry. Don’t think I didn’t realize your little game of making it seem like you don’t care. And don’t get me wrong; even if your intentions were good, you own me an apology for all I’ve done for you. You may be good, but you still don’t compare to those of us who are more experienced.’’

You bite your lips. This manor is a dog-eat-dog kind of world, and you refuse to show any weakness and confessing that you made a mistake feels just like that.

‘‘Don’t push it. You ain’t getting anything more from me.’’ You purposely ignore what he says about you caring for others. Trying to play deaf.

‘‘Oh yeah?’’ He says, raising his eyebrow.

‘‘For someone so nasty, you sure do care a lot about others’ safety’’

‘‘No idea what you’re referring to. Are you delusional now?’’ You say in a snarky tone.

Your denial and refusal were starting to get to him… More than usual.

‘‘Do you really think you were that subtle? You always make sure to take the hunter’s hit instead of the others. Even if we’re already at the gate.’’ He takes a short pause. ‘‘You know what I’m starting to think with my delusion?’’ He brings you closer to him as he looks into your eyes.

It feels like he’s seeing right through your soul.

‘‘That you’re that nasty so people won’t try to risk anything for you.’’

…He put his finger right on it.

‘‘Got to be honest here, I fell for it at first. Leaving you to die even if I knew I could make it. But seeing how good you are really pisses me off, can’t get the hunters to humble your little ass!’’

Yeah, you know about that. It’s because you’re good that you can be that shitty when talking to the others. And you know very well that they often leave you to die. But that’s fine.

You can’t trust anyone in here. It’s better not to get too involved. But you can’t let people suffer. You try, oh you try so hard. But that goes against your values. You have a thousand logical reasons in your mind to not do it, but they all get thrown out whenever you see someone you could help.

So, you always turn back and come for whoever is being left behind. Whoever is about to get hit as they cross the gate. And what better way to prevent people from doing the same, than by being a dick to them. Nothing personally insulting, you’re not that kind of asshole. But you make sure they’re safe and you also make sure nobody betrays you.

Plus, they deserve a break in that hellhole. They’ve been here for so long, while you just came in. You can take over.

Even if it makes them want to leave you to die. You understand the sentiment. You can’t even blame them, that was your decision.

But earring that Ganji also falls in that category makes you feel a sting. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel reassured whenever you see his face as he comes to support you. Never risking his life, but you’re sure he puts a little more effort than the others into helping you.

Has much as you try not to get involved, he’s the one you trust most in matches, and you admire his skills. Which led you to slip once or twice by giving him some positives comments here and there.

He’s also the only one that gives you compliments from time to time. You knew he still hated you, but he still acknowledged your strong points.

Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t hate you as much as the others. But that was wishful thinking. He was just very professional.

But that’s good. That’s what you wanted anyway; you repeat to yourself. Keeping your distance will also ensure that you don’t get drag behind. Who knows what that manor still has in stock for its little toys. Anything could be used against you in the end.

‘‘…’’ You stay silent. Not knowing how to clap back or divert his attention. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

‘‘Not so feisty anymore. Guess I got it right?’’

‘‘What if I am? I do what I want, how I want.’’ You answer without trying to ruffle his feathers for once.

Ganji looks at you for a moment. His grip on your collar still just as strong, but his gaze isn’t as hard as before. Within the past few months, he’s learned to know you better. You’re too skilled for him to completely disregard you, and while you can be nasty, you never insulted anyone. You were stingy with compliments, but you also acknowledge others strength in your own way.

He can feel you crumpling under him, the pressure and loneliness of the past months catching up as you acknowledge it against your will. The feelings coming crashing down on you.

He knows what it’s like to be unable to trust anyone you share a roof with.

‘‘Can’t you see you’ll burn yourself up if you keep that up!’’ You were good at figuring out the hunters moves, but you were shit when it come to taking care of yourself.

‘‘Well, that’s a positive for you. You’ll finally have the hunters humbling me out.’’

‘‘I don’t want that to happen, even with how awful your nature is. You don’t deserve to be left to die. Let people give you a hand sometimes! And if you really can’t bring yourself to do that, at least let me help!’’

Your eyes open wide. ‘‘…What?’’ you’re speechless.

You never thought such a simple phrase could have such an impact; it didn’t even seem to be that deep on his end.

But in your emotional starvation it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Before you know it, a tear falls from one of your eyes. You’re quick to realize and try to hide it.

Ganji is not surprised; he knew it was only a matter of time before you would break.

‘‘Eh. Told you you needed to slow down.’’ His tone is barely softer, but it still is.

Your heart skips a beat. But you try to ignore it.

‘‘Yeah well, that’s not what you were saying a few minutes earlier.’’ You defy him.

‘‘You little…’’ You feel his grip on your collar get tighter as he brings you closer to his face, looking annoyed. ‘‘It’s as if admitting anything would be the death of you!’’

‘‘Eh! I got nothing to admit! You’re just making stuff up in your mind.’’ You smirk back at him.

‘‘If that’s so… I guess I also just hallucinate when I saw you lose your composure a few seconds ago.’’

You gulp. Now it’s his turn to smirk and look at you with an air of superiority.

‘‘… You know what? I do want to see you humble. But I think I’ll do it myself.’’ His gaze darkens, hinting at something you refuse to acknowledge.

‘‘And when I’m done with you, you’re going to give me my apology and finally show a little more respect.’’

Before you can react, his lips come crashing down on yours. His right hand going up your neck while his left one leaves your collar down to your waist. Ensuring you’re trap in his grip. While his tone was threatening; his actions took you by surprise with their gentleness.

You hesitate a little, still unsure whether you could trust him or not, but all these months of being lonely and hated made you crave love. And as much as you hated this feeling, any kind of love was enough for you right now, good or bad. And so, you latch on to Ganji like a dehydrated woman Even if it was just for one moment.

So, you close your eyes and open your mouth without hesitation. Letting him in as he devours you.

He was holding you strongly, without it being menacing. If you hadn’t been such an ass to him, you could almost believe he was caring toward you.

You use your legs to press his hips closer. Feeling the bulge grow within the restrain of his pants from the friction. His hand abandons your waist to come grab your butt and grind on you.

He uses his other hand to get you on your back and he pushes your top clothing up. Giving him more access to you. He starts by the hem of your pants, kissing your hips as he goes up your belly. His hand caressing your waist while the other keeps groping your butt and pushing you on his hard-on.

The tingle it sends to your nerves makes you arche your back as you start moaning. Your hand grabbing the sheets for some kind of support. His waist is keeping you down in place as he makes his way to your nipple, switching between the two as he bites and licks them.

You’re powerless under him, but he doesn’t make you feel like you’re his plaything. And you love that feeling of him caring for you, you want more of it.

You try grinding back on him, but his hands keep you in place as he continues to lead the dance. Soon he takes the next step and undo your pants, pushing them down just enough to let him have access to your dripping cunt. He follows soon after with one hand coming back down to insert his fingers. Pressing and moving inside of you. His thumb going to stimulate your clit while his fingers rub on your g-spot.

You’re getting overwhelmed as he keeps pumping his fingers in you, all while he leaves bite marks on your neck. Looking for the more sensitive’s spots.

Your sense of euphory is getting stronger and you let out breathy moans to encourage him to keep going. Ganji doesn’t stop, and soon you start spasming as you release yourself onto his fingers. Your orgasm drawing out as Ganji continues to stimulate you. Pushing you to release more.

As you catch your breath, Ganji leaves your neck to take a look at you. The excitement is making him pants and he find the sight before him dreamy. Ganji is making small circle with his thumb on your waist, encouraging you to relax.

You slowly come down from your high, trying to regain your composure and getting ready for what’s to come next.

His hand leaves your butt to push your pants down more. But he stops, your pants halfway down your legs, after taking a look at your face, seeing you a little unease.

You’re regaining some senses and taking it farther with him is making you hesitant.

‘‘I’m not doing it, if you don’t want it.’’ He tells you.

His answer surprises you. It must have shown on your face because he adds:

‘‘I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I wasn’t interested in you!’’ He answers annoyed.

‘‘You’re a dick most of the time.’’ He adds, ‘‘But I can see you’re just trying to keep people away. Can’t say I agree with your choices, but you’re a damn good teammate and I can see you just want to see everyone getting out of here in mostly one piece.’’

He takes a pause to look intently in your eyes, making sure his next sentence doesn’t go out the other ears.

‘‘Can’t say it’s love, but I respect you and I want you to feel like you can trust me. Because I trust you when my life is at risk and not just because of your skills. And I can’t say that about most people in here.’’

As you listen to him, your face turns red, and you suddenly feel yourself turning shy. It was far from a love confession, but it was definitely the beginning of something between the two of you.

Ganji starts to back away, but you’re faster and quick to put your legs around his waist. You look back up at him, your face flaring up.

‘‘Don’t go just yet! I’m really sorry about the way I treated you. Like you said, I just don’t want anyone to get hurt as much as possible. But I also don’t trust what people can do in situations like these.’’ You avert your gaze before continuing.

‘‘But I really want you to keep holding me. I feel safe with you, right now and during our matches too.’’

Ganji look at you, a smirk forming on his face.

‘‘Told you, I would make you say sorry to me.’’ If his tone is mocking, his gaze is warm.

He goes back to holding you by the waist while he undoes his pants just enough to free his cock. You look at him with a slight frown, feeling that he’s not making things fair between you two in term of undressing. He catches on quickly and smirks again as he takes off his shirt. You’d put your hand to the fire that he used the opportunity to show off his muscles at the same time.

He pumps himself a few times before grabbing you again and aligning his cock to your entrance. You don’t know if you’re nervous or excited—probably both, but Ganji senses it and comes back, kissing you softly to calm you down. While you focus on the kiss, he slowly inserts his girth inside of you.

You whine into his kiss, but he doesn’t let go of your mouth. Making your head go dizzy from the lack of oxygen as he forces you to focus on his tongue. He finally lets you take some air when he feels he’s deep enough. He waits for you to adjust at the foreign intrusion. It’s uncomfortable at first, a little painful too, but it soon goes away as you focus on Ganji kisses and caress over your body.

‘‘Ready?’’

‘‘Yeah…’’

He starts out slow, going in and out as he lets you adjust to the movement. You can feel his grip getting harder on you as he restrains himself from going harder. It’s definitely going to leave a few bruises. When you start being more vocal, he picks up the pace, going faster and harder with every trust. With his free hand, he takes a hold of yours to put them over your head. But soon leaving your wrist to tangle his fingers with yours softly. His other hand is supporting his body on top of you.

The action makes your heart flutter, and you close your eyes to take in the sensations better, whimpering as he’s gotten faster at the sight before him.

But after a short while, he gets a little frustrated. He can’t get as deep as he would like. Thus, grumbling, he abandons your inside to turn you around and slams back into you. His hands putting your ass up in the air and spreading your cheeks so he can go right back into you, not wasting any time. This new position allows him to go deeper into you and finally put his whole length inside.

He keeps you steady with both of his hands on your hips, his cock slamming against your cervix and making you moan louder. He goes back and forth for a while, looking at you from behind.

Your back is having a lovely arch as he plows into you. Your top clothing as gotten down to your neck and he doesn’t know why, but the sight of it just make you look sluttier to him. He’s loving it. He can’t see your face, but the sound you can’t keep yourself from emitting are just what he needs.

Your arousal has been building up again from the stimulation to your cervix. He doesn’t even need to touch you; the sensation is overwhelming. Especially the feeling of his cock getting larger inside of you as he approaches his own high, it seems he wasn’t completely hard yet.

You close your eyes and reach down to touch yourself. Focussing on the place where you known you like it best.

Ganji slows down a little until setting himself fully into you. Not wanting to come just yet, but still keeping himself on edge.

‘‘Can’t keep this much longer… Where you want me to cum? I really want you to take me in though.’’ He says, his torso coming closer to your back.

Not holding himself much longer he makes some small rut as he wait for you to answer while you just want him to stop talking and cum so you can finish yourself.

‘‘I don’t care. Just go for whatever you want. Please… I just want you to do it alrea—DY!’’

It doesn’t take more than the first part of your sentence for him to get himself out completely and slam back hard into you. Sending you going forward, but his hands firmly gripping your waist making sure you stay somewhat in place; impaled on his cock. He goes hard a few more time before you feel him let his cum pour in your inside. Spasming as he keeps trying to grind himself deeper into your inside. Making sure he’s stuffing you full.

The feeling of being pump full of sperm gives you a little push to reach your own orgasm and squeeze him. You’re trembling under Ganji, while he encourages you by rubbing circle with his fingers on your belly. His face buried in the crook of your neck, slowly kissing.

You lay limb on the bed as the both of you catch your breath. Ganji proudly looking at your dazed state from his spot on top of you. Cum dripping down your legs while you’re stuffed.

He goes down on you, using his hands to caress your curves and muscles. Going over some more sensitive spot as he kisses you from the middle of your spine up to your shoulder. Showing you his appreciation as you recover. Not wanting to get himself out of you just yet.

Ganji give you a kiss on the neck before whispering into your ears.

‘‘How about I get to ruin your foul mouth now?’’

[m0-rax]

KINKTOBER 2023 DAY 1: PEGGING

Pairing is Alva Lorenz x AFAB reader!

warnings: smut, pegging, reader has a v

The costume

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Alva Lorenz, the hermit. Once an inventor but now who knew what he was. You initially found him handsome at first glance.

Like how you met other survivors during matches, some of your first meetings were during games. One such game was where you met Alva.

The instant attraction to him and infatuation with him and his appearance was a large distraction for you.

Just his looks nearly led to you getting caught in a match because you were focused more on his pretty face than getting away.

Alva had seen the way you looked at him. He was confused at first. Then over time, match after match, he slowly accepted your affections.

He could never predict or understand the emotions of humans. Human nature was a complicated subject.

Alva simply gave up trying, believing that formulae and theories could never deduce such things in humans.

He only believed in his savior and eventually… you .

Your pursuit of him was not in vain because you had managed to form a connection with him through a lot of persistence.

In this relationship, when you both were free, the two of you would be intimate with each other. Feeling the other’s breaths and being so close you can feel the skin of each other’s bodies.

He was always fucking you senseless in bed. He usually did so you wanted to try something different the next time the two of you were having sex.

You knocked on his bedroom door, he muttered a ‘come in’ and you walked in to see him trying on his new costume for the Halloween season.

He had a deep neckline on his shirt and his makeup was done to appear cat-like. His eyes were naturally one step ahead.

They already looked cat-like. You really liked his eyes though. They were so pretty. Maybe it was just because you loved cats.

His outfit for the occasion was cat themed as well. He caught you staring and he held his staff in his right hand. He looked at you, raising a brow in confusion.

“Why are you staring at me?”

You took in the rest of his clothing. You could see his chest because of the neckline being so low. He had a high collared open jacket and cat ears on his head.

Even his staff was matching the theme because it had a cat on the top with a gem on its tail. The colors were mostly black and gold and damn did Alva look good in it.

The coat made him look taller if that was even possible. He was already tall as fuck to begin with but the ears and the extra accessories just accentuated it.

The pants made his long and thin legs look even better than normal. His ass was hugged nicely by the pants and the jacket loosely hung over it.

The whole costume was a masterpiece and you had to stop yourself from salivating like a hungry dog.

“You look…so hot in that costume.” You blatantly state, almost no shame in your words.

Alva blushed a bit and leaned his staff on the wall. He started to make his way over to you. You could hear his pilgrim pepper steppers tapping on the floor as he walked.

When he got to you, your face was flushed just from the sight of him, he bent down and kissed you.

The man was handsome, even he could admit that much. He knew the effect he had on you.

He knew you were enchanted by him. Infatuated. Not only was he pretty, he knew how to use that against you.

He licked your lips, you parted them and allowed him entrance. His yellow eyes stared down at you, taking in the sight of you as he gave you his attention.

He moved his tongue, exploring your mouth. He slurped on your own, your salivas mixing together as you moaned into the kiss.

He pulled you over to the bed, tongue still tasting yours. He broke away, a string of saliva lingering, connecting your lips.

When he pushed you down on the mattress, gazing at your form beneath him, you stopped him. You put a hand on his arm, he halted his actions.

“Wait. I want to try something different today.”

He raised a brow.

“Like what?”

You blushed a bit and he waited for you to speak your mind. What exactly was it that you wanted to try out?

“Let me peg you.”

“I’m sorry, you want to what-?” He wasn’t opposed to it, he was just caught off guard.

“Peg you.”

His own pale cheeks flushed with a reddish hue and he sighed. He got off you and sat on his bed. You were looking at him and his cat-like yellow eyes were on you.

“I don’t see why not. If you need anything, go get it. I’ll wait.” He said eventually.

A little experimentation didn’t hurt.

You kissed his cheek, careful not to smudge the makeup on him and took off to your own room. His slit pupils followed you out the door of his room.

You had something lying around in wait. Waiting for this occasion. You just had to remember where you had put it.

You checked your wardrobe and found a box sitting at the bottom. You picked it up and opened it, finding exactly what you needed.

Alva was touching up on his black makeup when you returned with…

“A dildo..?”

His hand paused, setting down the makeup brush and container. He was more nervous about the size of it. Would that thing even fit inside of him?

“Are you sure that will fit?”

“I’ll try and go as easy as I can, Alva.” Your reassurances made him feel better but not by a whole lot.

You went over to him and put aside the makeup, after putting it on his night table you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss with fervor.

You gazed into his golden eyes. The vibrant yellow hue meeting the gaze of your own eyes, slit pupils watched your every move.

You noticed the face makeup. He had his nose painted black, some whiskers were drawn on too.

He had painted his under eyes black as well and the color brought out those eyes you just loved to look at. Alva wrapped his arms around you, one going to the small of your back and pressing you into him further.

One of your hands moved to stroke his head as you continued to taste him. Your fingers danced along the tips of his ears, feeling the fur on them and his blackened hair.

The once white strands were now dark as night, probably dyed for the spooky season.

It looked ravishing on him. You pushed the hermit onto the bed so he was laying on his back.

You pulled away from the kiss, watching his chest rise and fall with quick pants.

You got off of him and slid off his colonial clompers. You took off the ruffled socks and kissed his feet.

It earned you a sharp look and a blush as you stood back up in front of the man.

Your hands ran along the curves of his ass, caressing the hermit’s skin. You could feel the shape perfectly thanks to his tight pants.

You fumbled with the garment before removing the clothing piece entirely. It left only his underwear between you and his pale colored nether region.

“Go easy on me, will you? I have a game tomorrow.” Alva’s face was beet red as he said these words.

You smiled with a nod, giving him a quick kiss as you slid off his underwear.

Your hands wandered across his pale skin, his ass was firm. His soft cock was the color of the moon. That bluish gray tone.

You had a bottle of lubricant on you that you’d brought as well, not wanting to hurt the man before you.

He watched as you used it to make your fingers slick. You prodded his hole, slowly pushing one finger into him.

Alva made a face and you looked up at him.

“Are you alright? How do you feel?”

“Strange. Very strange.”

He was still blushing crimson and you slowly started to pump your finger into him, his unsteady breaths and the strange sensation from your fingers inside of him slowly sent blood rushing to his cock.

Your slick finger moved in and out of him with ease once you’d worked the muscle lax enough.

You pushed another finger into him, generous with the lubricant so you wouldn’t rub Alva raw and hurt him.

You prodded at his insides, the pleasure was a strange feeling for him. He attempted to steady his breaths and a half choked gasp of pleasure left his lips as you found what you were looking for.

“Found it~” You said with a grin.

“That spot… what did you do?” Alva questioned, his dick stood up now as blood rushed down below.

“What did I do?” You ask it innocently as if you didn’t know what exactly you were doing.

You thrust your fingers into that particular spot, Alva quivered beneath you. A mix of shame and embarrassment on his face at the reaction to just having his hole toyed with.

You scissored the man, separating your two fingers inside of him as he writhed beneath your touch. Once you’d stretched him out enough, muscle lax enough to penetrate without too much trouble, you grabbed the dildo.

It was a large strap-on dildo, maybe eight or nine inches. You liked feeling Alva’s skin on yours so you took off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. You put on the strap-on, lining up the toy with Alva’s hole.

“Safe word?” You ask.

“Cat.” Alva responded, a little tribute to his costume.

You appreciated the association. He was a hot cat man after all. You’d be thinking about this till the end of your days.

You position yourself between his legs, holding onto his thin thighs. Alva watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

Without warning, you plunged into him. You buried the dildo all the way to the base.

Your hips met Alva’s white skin and you watched him squirm a bit. The tall man was gasping for breath.

He had never felt so full before, never had he ever. This was his first time being done in the ass, too.

You slowly pulled out and then slammed back into him, the slow pace making his body writhe beneath yours.

His hard cock was dripping with pre cum and you just took your time, teasing, slow, hard.

Alva was moaning beneath you, saying your name. Little sounds of pleasure left his lips and you loved it.

You found that sweet spot your fingers reached before and began to relentlessly pound into it.

Each thrust just abused that spot mercilessly and Alva was a quivering, moaning mess.

His legs were trembling and his body was shuddering beneath your touch, your actions, everything you were doing to him.

You bucked your hips into him at a fast pace and his broken noises of pleasure flooded your ears.

The sounds aroused you more as you watched his hands scramble for purchase on the sheets.

“Do you like that, Alva?”

You slowed your pace a bit, to give the poor man a breather.

His dick still dripped pre cum but he was probably close to climax.

”You gonna cum from getting your ass pounded?”

A little experimentation never hurt anyone but god did he want you to shut the fuck up.

“Don’t tease me!”

A hard thrust into his prostate, that sweet spot from before had a strangled moan enter your ears.

His legs were a quivering mess and streams of white shot out of his cock and onto the front of his costume.

You pegged him as he came down from his high, slowly and steadily as his body quivered.

His white skin was flushed and he was warm. His face was akin to the color of a tomato.

”How’d I do?” You ask as you carefully pull out of his hole.

It felt so empty having you take that dildo out of him.

He wasn’t going to sit in peace for the rest of the day. His ass would just tell him no.

He looked at you and then started to shed the white stained coat of his costume with a sigh.

”Very good… Now shut up.”

[yoshinoritoshi]

I'm not good at sending these so pray with me... Joker (Weeping Clown) reacting to Reader confessing they want to start a family with him?

Yoshi had to do a bit of research for this, but I found something super cute...

The 'it' he's talking about here is ice cream; he wants to give ice cream to the kids so they'll like him... That's so cute that I started bawling my eyes out. He wants the approval of children!

So then, how would he react to you saying you want a family with him? Why, pure fear of course! Genuinely terrified, but also so excited that he can't stand, he has to lay down and curl up and cry to himself while you sit down and pull his head to your lap. He's going to need comfort, because he's so very happy, but also so anxious and stressed already that he's going to hyperventilate soon.

Joker never once thought in his entire life that he'd get to a point where he can even dream about a family, a child of his own, but his imagination goes so wild that he nearly passes out anytime he thinks about standing at your side with a kid that looks just like you in your arms... He hopes none of them look like him, just like you and you only! Of course, he won't hate them if they look like him, but he feels guilty that they inherited his cursed feature... And he'll vow that they never have to grow up like he did, their faces won't be used for entertainment...

Because of that, he's very secretive about his children, downright refusing to let anyone see them except you. All for their protection... He's going to cheer to the roof tops and yell to the stars though about how utterly filled with joy he is that sooner rather than later, you and him will create new laughter that's never existed before.

[tatertotsafterdark]

Confined - Nightmare x Reader

18+ MDNI. READ “CONTAINS” SECTION BEFORE READING.

|| Exchanging your body for a chance to escape.

CONTAINS: -> DUB-CON <-(Sex in exchange for safety, though verbal consent is given), AFAB READER, P IN V, PUBLIC SEX/VOYEURISM (briefly mentioned), NO AFTERCARE, MONSTER/MUTANT FUCKING, NOT CONSISTENT WITH LORE

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As your fingers pound incessantly on the keys of the cipher machine, your back aches. Staying your days bent over a typewriter isn’t good for you, and your body protests against your current lifestyle. It isn’t really your fault, of course, because you didn’t really know what you were getting yourself into when you accepted the invitation to Oletus Manor. A colleague from an event you didn’t remember was so kind as to invite you to participate in a game in his lavish mansion, so you couldn’t decline. Thinking back to your happy, almost greedy, past self, makes you cringe. You’d much prefer to be at home in your favorite chair at the end of a long day, humming along to a tune you used to love. Your longing memories have lost so much detail since you’d come to the manor. You couldn’t remember the rhythm to your favorite show tunes or the faces of your favorite people.

It doesn’t matter anymore, though. This is your life, and this is probably where you’ll die. Deep in thought, you finally crack the cipher you were working on decoding. The machine makes a loud popping noise, and a small light above it fizzles to life. The sound makes a shiver run up your spine, despite hearing it countless times before. 

You knew you were lucky - hearing that sound so many times meant that you’d survived through so many of these twisted “games.” As you briskly jog to the next cipher, your mind starts to swim with negativity. Why haven’t you died yet? Why did this cruel world let you live, time after time? You’d outlived allies and enemies, and you didn’t let your mind take note of their faces or names. It’s best not to linger, especially at times like these. 

You approach the next cipher, cracking your knuckles. It’s too late by the time that you notice the crow flying in circles above you. Shit. You’d been marked by the hunter, a mutated man with a bird mask. You’d taken to calling him the same name that a woman you’d befriended had called him - Nightmare. He truly was one, a beastly creature that defied standards of natural sciences. Bulging muscles, a pen that appeared to be part of his hand, and extremely top heavy… you didn’t think he was human, frankly. But if he wasn’t human, what else would he be?

You’re broken out of your philosophical thinking by your heart starting to beat, breaking away from the machine you’d just arrived at. Your head swivels, looking in every direction to see where that… thing… was approaching from. You huff, breaking into a run as you dash towards the nearest wall. Around the corner, you find one of multiple bronze lockers scattered around the area. They served as perfect hiding spots, though they were definitely a tight squeeze. 

You take a deep breath in, swinging the doors open and slipping yourself inside of the locker. You take shallow, quiet breaths as your heart begins to pound. The beastly man was nearby now, and you knew it. Your kneecaps press into each other as you try to stand despite wanting to crawl up into a ball, thinking that Nightmare wouldn’t be able to find you if you were as small as possible. Your heart nearly stops as you hear a crow’s call outside, and you’re certain it does as you hear the clicking of a bird landing on top of the locker. Seconds later, the doors to the locker flings open and you try to scream. Despite your best efforts, not a sound escapes your lips. You stand there, looking pathetic, with your mouth agape. Your eyes look at the purple goggles resting on Nightmare’s face, and your knees buckle again. You fall to your knees, and your voice box decides to start work.

“Please- please don’t hurt me.” You whine out, feeling the hard metal below you. You uncomfortably adjust, putting on the facade of a poor beggar for the monster in front of you. 

“I can provide you with any kind of service you desire, I’m a jack of all trades, and in exchange you can let me go.” 

Your words are met with a huff, and you’re quickly lifted up. This monster only needed one hand to grab you by the shoulder and lift you to your feet. You know you should be scared, but you can’t help but feel somewhat aroused. You hadn’t so much as touched yourself since you arrived at the manor, unless it was to clean yourself. Your legs quiver a bit, and your cunt throbs at the thought of what taking this monster inside of you would be like.

Clearly, you’d broken your begging facade, as you’re quickly turned around. Your cheek presses against the cold metal, and your pants are haphazardly ripped off. It happens so fast, but you have time to say two words: “Yes please.”

If you were going to die, might as well go out with a bang.

The locker doors close slightly, trapping you between Nightmare and the back of the locker. Your lack of touch must’ve driven you crazy, because you slowly move your ass side to side, welcoming in this monster that’d mercilessly slaughtered at least one of your teammates. You're not disappointed, though, as he suddenly thrusts into you. You almost scream, feeling stretched out. His cock is so thick that it almost hurts to take it, but you ignore the stinging of what’s surely a torn hymen. It felt so good to be so full. 

Your pussy quickly adjusts to his size, slowly pushing yourself back into him, moaning desperately as you start fucking yourself on Nightmare’s cock. You were enjoying yourself, despite being scared out of your mind moments before. Claws on your hips signal you to stop, and Nightmare takes full control. His hips slam into you, filling you to the brim with his thick endowment. Moans of pleasure fill up the locker, feeling louder due to the small area.

Your cunt tightens around his length, already prepared to reach your peak with such little stimulation. Your back arches and you shake a bit as you start to cum on his cock, but he doesn’t slow down. Without hesitation, this monster that you should be terrified of continues to slam his hips against your ass, fucking you mercilessly.

Another grunt escapes Nightmare, and his claws dig deep into your hips, causing you to whimper. He cums, and you swear that your stomach started to bloat due to the sheer amount of his seed he’d pumped into you. A few sloppy thrusts later, he pulls out of you, leaving you sore and empty.

You turn around to face him, feeling his cum starting to drip out of you and down your thighs, but he’s already walking away, set on one of your teammates who had been watching. You pull your shirt down, trying your best to cover your ass and bruised hips. With a sigh, you fall back into your cycle, walking over to a cipher machine.

[scenesniper]

may i request a jack x reader idv smut hcs where jack has a size kink👀

☆ "good child" the ripper ; size kink nsfw headcanons

pairing / "good child" the ripper x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / size dfference, thigh riding, exhibitionism, dacryphilia

word count / 422 words

author's note / i do not support or enjoy the real life figure that this character is based off on.

☆ jack is quite fixated by the size difference between the two of you. it was your small size that had really drew him to you, your meek stature that exudes elegance. it was a fixation that had started something small, but he’ll find himself wandering the streets late at night to catch a possible glance of you, watching from the comforts of the dark.

☆ he can be a gentleman, touching with the most utmost care in the word as if you were to break by any misconduct. other times, a switch simple goes off in him, resulting him to be very unforgiving to you. he’d disregard your pain, no matter caring of your pleasure and only focusing on getting the high end of his.

☆ he’d place you on his thigh, with that small, stoic smirk of his as he’d begin to shake his leg up and down, seeing you get off on him. he’d intentionally lean in your ear to huff out hot air in your ear, just to see your annoyance on him. he loves to cup and knead your boobs to the point it’ll leave noticeable, red marks.

☆ he loves to simply manhandle you, the way your legs would be spread out for him and pinned to your boobs as he admires your anatomy. his gaze unwavering and eyes fixed on how his big cock goes into you, teasing you with every small thrust of his.

☆ in a private, dark alley, the only noises to be heard in that vicinity are your hushed sounds. he’ll be inside of you with what seems to be hours, not moving until you begin to whine out for him to handle it. he loves those tiny, little whimpers of yours. if you’re overly too loud, he’ll shove his finger in your mouth, watching your struggle and your big tears forming. “shh darling, they’ll hear..” his sharp teeth on your ear, pulling it.

☆ the sight of you taking his entire cock in, your struggle and his hands hovering your sides, waiting for your permission to let him help you. he finds it so funny to see a small little thing wanting to contend him and your fight for pleasure.

☆ grazing your skin with his hands of blades, admiring the string of blood dripping down. he’ll mercilessly keep on going and going until he’s been fully pleasured, even if your voice is breaking and your eyes burn from your tears. so tiny and so warm, he’s addicted to you.

[mocha-moch4]

Hey!! Could you do Bloody Queen doing bondage to AFAB!GN!Reader if that's okay? I'm seeing so much male idv characters x reader and I need some wlw love...

A/n: annon I love you 😣 The girls of idv don’t get nearly as much love as they deserve. I’m so tired of ppl ignoring how pretty Mary is..

Pairing: Mary x AFAB!Reader

Summary: simple bondage with Mary

Warnings: being tied up/bondage duh, fingering, cunnilingus, French(“you look beautiful like this, dear”) this one is nasty guys

Mary always had considered herself a reserved and well respected woman, yet here she was face buried in between your legs; the sounds of her tongue lapping up against your soaked cunt filled the room.

The ropes confining your hands to her extravagant bed frame scraped against your wrist harshly. But bloody hell, you could not care less. Pitiful whimpers accompanied by whines escaped your mouth sinfully. Your back arched as well as it could with your restraints.

Your thighs trembled, hands itching to grab the back of her hair to somehow guide her head. It was probably for the best however, since she may have complained about it afterwards. But never in the moment; in the moment, the only thing Mary thinks about is watching your face unravel from in between your legs.

“Mmm, poor thing. Do you enjoy struggling like this, dear?” she sang, venom filled lust rang out in your head. You knew Mary had a power trip when it came to this but damn. She slowly lapped up the juices that seeped out of your puffy hole, wiping her mouth sophisticatedly; she’s a lady, after all.

She pulled away from your hot core, a string of saliva intermingled with your silk connecting the two. A whine danced off your tongue again, missing the feeling of her ravishing you like a woman starved. You didn’t want to take it for granted however, you did still appreciate her eating you out despite her hesitancy towards a big mess.

Feeling a cold hand come up to cup your breast sent a chill down your back. But any wiggles were stuffed by the feeling of her free hand gripping your ankles, snaking the red rope around them, tying the knot tightly. It may have seemed counterintuitive, but hey, your brain was already mush from the pleasure, so what did you know.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart.” she smiled sinisterly, feigning innocence. Panting like a dog, you agreed, flipping to sit up on your knees, using the high elevation from which your hands are tied to keep your body up whilst you bent over, giving her a perfect view of your drenched cunt. Your back arched from the position, having your arms tied above your head and your ankles stuck together you were helpless to resist her.

She took her middle and ring finger into her mouth, soaking them. Afterwards, a hand came up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her as she slipped her wetted fingers into you, finally giving you the pleasure that was stripped away from you. You cried out at the entry of her long boney fingers, taking her mouth into your own, tasting a bit of yourself from earlier.

You moaned and mewled into the kiss, eyes rolling back whenever she hit the spot she was oh so familiar with. And you could do nothing but take it, only being able to wiggle, as moving any of your limbs wasn’t an option. Despite how cruel your lover could be in bed, she did make it feel delicious in the process.

“tu es belle comme ça, chérie” she spoke lowly in your ear, watching you struggle and cry as you quickly approached your high.

Now, just how will you repay your queen?

Woah confession time guys but this is my first time writing actual smut 😣 sorry if it’s dookie I’m still learning trust! Also shout out to u if u caught my bloody hell pun. Yes ikik I’m so funny

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[dearest-painter]

hey, sorry to bother you. But can I please request a yandere wax artist (idv) with a female reader who is literally Loki incarnate and keeps getting into dangerous situations?

I went with headcanons but you may correct me and I can change it to reactions,scenarios,or oneshot! Also I think this is romantic but you can correct me again and sorry for the long wait!! Been busy!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusivos behavior,abusive relationship,Y/N is female,Y/N is afab,Y/N uses She/her pronouns,Y/N is basically Loki aka the god of mischief,this is all for entertainment purposes and I do not condone it!,please don’t do anything in this,please tell me if I’ve forgotten anything!

•He is worried for you but also loves it in a way

•Seeing you cause chaos and mischief to the other survivors and Hunter makes him smile as that will make people hate you

•He hated it when you did to him

•He’s considered encasing you in wax so only he can see you and or waxing your feet

•He hates it when. You starts to give more attention/play more pranks on the other hunters

•He’s very possessive of you especially when it comes to your chaos

•To him,you causing chaos is your form of saying you love him so when you start to give a bit to much chaos to anyone BUT him he starts to get in rage

•Now if you don’t tone down your chaos with him he’ll 100% trap you in wax just to keep you for himself

• “My beautiful muse causing chaos and mayhem to the disgusting ants around them,how gorgeous~~”

[smittenroses]

Hello! This is gonna sound a bit specific, but could I request for you to write a platonic fic/hcs with Emile from IDV and an AFAB reader who tries their best to be perceived as androgynous? I’d imagine the reader to have never met Patient personally before, but their first interaction would’ve been decoding a cipher machine together. Reader would’ve probably heard about how Patient’s anxiousness doubles down when he’s decoding with other women—but he seemed completely fine decoding with Reader. Just an overall wholesome interaction[s], thank you;;

Check || Emil & reader

a short one but I think I really enjoy it

Emil was always considered strange in your mind, an anomaly that had no answers when it came to how he stood out within the colourful cast of characters that had come to know Otelus Manor as home. Sure, you had grown to know the different people within the manor, but staring at the young man that had taken a place across from you at the dinner table, Emil staring at you in return, you tilted your head.

Wasn't he meant to be anxious around women?

Watching as he twiddled his fingers, his eyes went between you and the checkerboard that you had been playing by yourself with, watching as his fingers twitched slightly, almost seeming to ask quietly if he could play.

It was black's turn to play, so picking up a piece, you moved it forward one square, folding your hands back in front of you as you gauged the reaction of the male, watching his eyes sparkle before he moved a white piece, capturing your black as he moved it to his left of the board.

He seemed at peace, calm, content, just like he had been when he had been decoding the cipher with you the day prior, making your move and then he made his. Did he not realise you were the very sex he seemed anxious of? It seemed like he did, the way his head nodded to some invisible music as the two of you played.

Strangely enough, he was also smart, moves that you couldn't predict came from his hands, slender fingers playing the plastic pieces as if they were a musical instrument as he gracefully took over the board, entranced by his own movements as he played.

"Do you... like checkers?"

"Checkers is simple and fun." Emil's voice came lower than a whisper, placing your second last piece on the pile next to his side as he looked up at you, the same dopey smile he usually wore bringing you warmth as he chuckled, "it doesn't require a lot of brain to play." So he liked simple games, your fingers coming up to stroke your chin as you thought of other games that were simple, placing your last checker in the middle before putting a hand up.

"You win."

Emil began to reset the board.

[mamachu]

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That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AFAB Reader)

Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.

I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)

I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

After your heated ''conversation'' with Ganji, you started to be a little more cooperative & nice toward him & the others. Well, in your own way. & mostly with him. But old habits die hard & it didn't take you long to start avoiding him. The reason? Well it's up to Ganji to find out, if he can catch you that is.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?

After the… events from that night, he had expected you to tone down your attitude. If not with the others, at least with him. There had been some heartfelt confession that night, after all. Nothing close to love, but he had hoped the two of you would get along better.

The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!

It wasn’t regret from the night; you had more than enough gut to tell him to his face & you weren’t scared or jumpy near him. No, it was something else. Was he at fault? No, you wouldn’t be hiding, you would be throwing it at his face with that annoying smirk of yours.

Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.

At first you were completely normal. A little bit of red on the ears and an annoyed look when he would smirk at you. Honestly, he was loving the shift in this dynamic. You were still harsh, but there was a lot less bite to it. Unless someone messes up bad.

The biggest change was probably the fact that you were teaming up with him now. You two were killing it. Or dying like complete morons sometimes… You still need a little more oil in the engine of teaming up. But not that much, guess all that time bickering at each other before was paying off in a surprisingly effective way.

But now you had made a 180-degree turn. Sitting as far away from him at the waiting table & doing everything in your power to not team-up. Unless absolutely necessary… At least you didn’t revert back 100%. But the weirdest part was the… silent treatment? He saw you gave shit to another teammate, but him? None of his recent mistakes came with a comment. Not even a little tsk.

He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.

As for your room, well, it was hard to find. Nobody ever bother to know were you where & it turns out your room was in a very recluse spot. You had to make a certain number of turns in a specific order. Turn out that’s how the less social survivors had their room arranged in this ever-changing manor.

Honestly, the first time he found your room it was by accident. He had nothing better to do & decided to roam endlessly to try & find you. He got you just as you were closing the door behind you. Knocking (& trying to knock the door down) prove unsuccessful. He had heard sound coming from inside, so he knew you were there & saw correctly.

After that, you got a few days break because he couldn’t find your room anymore. It’s Orpheus who told him how it worked, he said he didn’t know what your pattern was, but that he knew of one. Fucker gave him Aesop’s pattern. Now he was sure Orpheus knew about your pattern.

& thus, it took him a couple more days to find your room again. He tried to go by memory, but he had to gave up & find Orpheus. He told him he came right on time; he just found another pattern… Yeah sure.

Once he found it, he tried to talk through the door. But either you weren’t there, or you refused to answer. Man, you were so stubborn. Now that he thinks about it, most of your problems could probably be solve if you would just stop being such an ass. Literally.

He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.

But alas, here he was again. Waiting. Though this time he was hiding farther away, in a corner. You would have no choice but to pass by his hiding spot. He was waiting like a predator for its prey. This time you weren’t escaping & you two were going to talk this out. Oh, you were so getting it by the end of it.

To pass time, he was trying to figure out if something had happened when you change demeanor. But the only thing he could think off was that you start avoiding him the same time you could sit normally again.

…It couldn’t be that, right? Ok he did go harder on you, put that was the accumulation of months of anger from your shitty attitude. He wasn’t planning on doing that again. Hell, he wasn’t planning on having any type of love related relationship with you, he just didn’t want you to go breaking down. You were always making sure everybody was as safe as they could be, without any regard to your own well being. Hence the awful attitude, to make sure you didn’t become close to anybody. The breaking your back part was just an unexpected turn of events. You deserved it.

Suddenly he ears the sound of a door cracking open. He stops moving & breathing. Silence. Then the sound is followed by a pair of hesitant footsteps & the noise of a door closing. Then, the footstep grows closer et more confident.

You barely turn the corner before realizing that there is someone. Your eyes rising to meet the person’s face. But at the same time, you register who it is from the clothing. Your eyes widen in surprise.

‘‘Shit.’’

You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.

‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.

‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.

‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’

‘‘No idea what you could possibly be talking about. You’re the one stalking me like a creep!’’ You answered trying to divert the subject. Quickly reverting to your protective tactic after the initial shock; being a pain in the ass.

‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.

 Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.

You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.

‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’

‘‘What is what?’’ You’re a liar. ‘‘You & I had a little bit of fun in the infirmary & now you think I’m going to be your little cock drunk thing? Please. Your dick ain’t that special.’’ You continue, ending your sentence with a scoff.

Ganji refrain from rolling his eyes, but you can feel it in his gaze. ‘‘I’m not talking about that part & you know it. Why are you avoiding me? You know I’m on your side & you can count on me? If you can’t stop pretending in front of the others at least do it with me. I already told you; you won’t last long if you only make enemies.’’ His voice was harsh, but calm.

A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all of his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.

‘‘I don’t want your help.’’

False.

‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’

You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.

‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’

‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.

‘‘What do you want me to say!?! I’m being the worse person I can possibly be to you & out of nowhere you tell me you trust me & I should do the same? That’s sketchy as fuck man! & I’m not talking about the part, right after, where you jump on me! How am I supposed to interpret that!?! That’s some weird kink you got there!!!’’ You’re too taken aback to think clearly & you’re on auto pilot. Half being a dick, half being truthful.

Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.

‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’

His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.

‘‘…After a while, I figured you probably weren’t that serious about it. People say a lot of things on the moment. & what you mean compared to what it means to me can be two very different things. What you said really made me happy, to be able to trust someone. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that it probably didn’t mean that much to you or that you just had ulterior motives, the more the day passes.’’

The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.

‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’

He continues. ‘‘You realized how much time I spend at your fucking door trying to understand what was wrong with you!? Or if it was something I did?! But in the end, you’re just shit endling your emotions!!!’’

Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.

You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.

‘‘You are so getting it.’’

You gulp. Oh…

‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.

You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock the sigh of it making your own crotch twitch.

You start giving it a few pumps, before opening your mouth & giving some unsure licks, getting a feel of the situation. You suddenly feel one of Ganji’s hand leave your shoulder before something grip your hairs & shove you down his length.

Ganji’s cock goes into your mouth without much resistance. Sliding along your tongue & almost hitting the back of your throat while your nose is getting tickled by his pubic hair from how far he pushed you. You have to claw at his legs to get some sort of momentum, because he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He as your hair in an iron fist as he pushes you down & up his cock.

After a few runs, you’re able to get your foot back & start following his lead. Deciding it’s best to run along. Running your tongue around his shaft in sink with the motion. Lewd noises coming from you each time his dick reaches your throat. The grip on your hair becoming slightly painful as he starts losing himself in the moment. Heavy breathing leaving him while he rests his head on the wall behind him. His eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock.

Your own pants are feeling constricted as your excitement grows. But you don’t want to lose your focus on Ganji, too scared he might make your throat even more soar than it will already be. Thus, you opt to grinding your legs together to get some sort of friction, not caring for now if it gets a little painful.

Your moans increase with the stimulation, the vibrations reverberating delightfully onto Ganji’s cock. Suddenly, he ripped you off from his length but keeps your face right in front of it. You use this time to take in more air.

‘‘What are you waiting for? You got a job to finish.’’ His tone is without appeal. You take your hands away from his legs to give him a few expert pumps. It only takes him so much to ejaculate on your face. You already closed your eyes in anticipation, not wanting it to get in your eyes.

While your eyes are closed, Ganji’s makes sure not to miss a second of this show. His cum is covering your face in drops as he holds you still, making sure you can’t avoid it as you keep stimulating him. Trying to milk him as much as you could while he pants.

You even finish with it by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your walls clench on nothing, begging for something as it lack stimuli.

‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’ He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.

You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he get’s your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, finally about to get something inside of you to fill the emptiness.

‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’

‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.

‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.

Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. The walls shacking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly. Deciding to go for slower, but more powerful trust, shacking your inside with each one.

He keeps on going until he feels you approaching your climax. One of his hands leaves its hold on your butt, takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & breast in view of his hungry eyes. Then it goes straight to massaging one of your breasts. Fondling & squeezing them. Then, switching to your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers & ending it with a harsh pinch.

He than goes down to meet your clit. Caressing your stomach on its wake. He presses on your clit & follow the rhythm of his trusts. Drawing & pressing circles, followed by some occasional squeeze. Soon your walls are clenching delightfully on his dick & you’re coming all over him.

It doesn’t stop him from trusting into you, on the contrary he put more strength into it. Preventing you from coming down your high & making you come more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arm & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines muffle by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.

He keeps on going, his hot breath on your shoulders causing condensation to build up on your skin as he gives you sloppy kisses & bites. Not satisfied, he puts you down but keep a hold of your trembling form. Turning you around & getting back in as he holds you by your waist. His strong grip sure to leaves some bruises later.

You’re pressed, yet again, between Ganji’s firm chest & the walls. The coldness, from the new part of the wall, pressing on your nipples & making them harden. All the while Ganji is back inside you, his hips frantically humping in uncoordinated thrusts, chasing after his end.

After a few more frantic thrust Ganji’s can feel his high getting close again & with a last shove, he comes deep inside of you. Spasming, has he empty what is left of him deep in you. His nails digging in the skin of your waist, while he sunk his teeth right were your neck & shoulder meet.

You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore of the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.

‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’

Bonus :

Things that were probably said at one point:

Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.

''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''

////

''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''

''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''

''...''

[theolmtales]

Mary's Tea Time (AFAB Reader)

Mary X Reader (afab)

The Queen trapped in the manor, has her eyes on you & she has decided to grace your miserable existence by extending an invitation to you for some tea. In the end, there wasn't much talking, at least on your end.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

The sun was high, barely starting to go down and you could hear a few birds chirping in the trees as you wait at the table. Sitting on the balcony of the misty villa, you face Mary or the Bloody Queen as the survivors call her.

She had taken a liking to you during the multiple matches you had sparred against her. Now, she had decided to extend you an official invitation to her chambers for tea. Obviously, a royal invite was not something you could refuse. You just wondered how you would be able to attend, since the survivors and hunters didn’t live in the same… space? Both parties lived in the same manor, but not on the same plane of existence, that’s what you understood.

But surprisingly enough, on the day of the rendez-vous, you opened the door leading out of your room and found yourself in the same corridor. Yet there was something strange and… unfamiliar about the place. While you were observing your environment, trying to figure out what was so wrong, you found yourself face to face with Mary’s personal butler.

While you eyed his skeleton-like appearance, he wasted no time explaining that you were currently in the hunter residences and to follow him to your destination.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach Mary’s room and once you entered, stating you were in shock would be an understatement. Her room was nothing like yours, or the other survivors for that matter. That’s a queen for ya, you thought.

After welcoming you to the misty villa, that’s how the butler called it, he escorted you to the balcony. Where Mary was waiting for you at a small table. The table was nicely decorated with a tablecloth featuring delicate roses embroidery. There was also a white porcelain tea set with gold accent assorted to the tablecloth. In the middle of the table, there was an assortment of cakes and other delicacies waiting for you.

‘‘Ah, finally. You almost made me wait,’’ she said with a smile almost a smirk as she looked you up and down.

‘‘Pardon me, Your Majesty. I’m afraid I’m not used to these kinds of things.’’ You replied, trying to sound polite. It did sound like something high society people would say, right?

‘‘Obviously. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you have, after all. How lucky you are,’’ she replied, closing her black eyes in contentment, her hands resting under her chin.

So, here you were, basking in the sun as you waited for her maid to bring you more tea. You had put on your best articles of clothing, but it was pale figure in comparison to hers. While you were restrained to a certain dress code during the matches, you could wear anything you wanted outside of them. The wardrobes in people’s room were filled with all the clothes the person had possessed in their life. However, due to the situation you were all stuck in, people didn’t really bother wearing anything outside of basic clothing. Just a change of color here and there, usually.

End thus, Mary’s outfit was the first thing that struck you when you saw her sitting at the table. It was, simply put, gorgeous. She wore a knee-length black dress enhanced with white and red. A translucent red ribbon was attached to the back and trailing down behind her while slowly fading to black at the end. Her hands were draped in short white gloves and one of her hands held a simple yet exquisite red fan. Her head was adorned with a small black hat who also featured a red ribbon tied in a bow. Roses were spread symmetrically along her dress and her legs were covered by black tights with red high heels.

You could hardly take your eyes of her pretty attire. She was already a beauty with her simple red hunter dress, but now that was next level.

She takes a cup and start sipping on it, letting you take in her beauty. As she puts her cup down, she says:

‘‘My, you do know it is rude to stare?’’

‘‘Ah! I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I see you without your usual red dress. Your dress is so beautiful.’’

She put a slight irritated look on her face ‘‘You didn’t actually believe that I would wear that dress outside of matches? Please! If I had any authority over that, I wouldn’t even be wearing that thing. Such a miserable dress to have put on my person!’’

‘‘Oh, I see. It certainly is a plain dress, but I think that its simplicity makes you shine even more!’’ You say, smiling at her.

She takes a moment to look at you blankly, then give you a predatory smile. ‘‘You sure know how to pay a compliment to a lady…’’ She uses her fan to raise your chin.

‘‘But when you partake in conversation with royalty, you should know better than to run your mouth and eyes like that.’’ She says in a sweet, but cold tone.

Your eyes widen at her tone and the look she gives you, while utterly sweet, is imbued with a warning.

‘‘Now… What shall I do with such an ill-mannered little pet?’’ She contemplates her options.

‘‘Eyeing a lady with no restraint, running their mouth with no care and unable to even make a decision as simple as choosing a pastry.’’ She says with a huff, her gaze shifting at your empty plate for a short period of time.

You don’t know what she has in mind, but her tone and piercing gaze are making your imagination run wild. Your cheeks are burning up under her stare.

‘‘Since you cannot decide for yourself, let’s play a game!’’

She walks up to you gracefully and place herself behind your chair. You try to look back, but she ushes you strictly. She takes off a ribbon that was previously used as decoration on your chair and ties it up around your head, effectively covering your eyes.

She lowers her head right beside your ear as she talks to you. ‘‘Now, I’m going to make you taste some of the pastries and you’re going to tell me, which one it is.’’ You can hear her talons on the ground as she walks back to her seat. ‘‘If you answer correctly, I shall reward you. But if you get it wrong…’’ she lingered on the word. ‘‘Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there. Now, shall we?’’

She sounds way too happy when saying that last part, but you gulp and answer her. ‘‘Y-yes’’

‘‘Yes, who? Theses manners will get you in trouble, before we even start our play pet.’’

‘‘My sincere apologies, your Majesty!’’

She humpfs and you can feel the satisfied smile in her voice ‘‘Good girl.’’

‘‘Now say aah.’’

You open your mouth, and she puts the spoon inside of it. Once the metallic taste of the spoon is gone, you feel the crispy texture of the dough first. Then, it’s soon followed by the sugary taste of whip cream mixt with something that reminded you of early summer.

You answer her once you’re done eating it. ‘‘berries tart?’’

‘‘Très bien! Now your reward.’’

You can feel her shift and after a moment of curious anticipation her nails come crazing at your wrist. You first feel her cold breath on your ear and then her lips pressing into a soft kiss, all the while she draws small symbols on the length of your arm. She ends the interaction with a soft caress on your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

‘‘Now, let’s see if you can figure out this one.’’ She talks with a satisfied tone, probably because of your previous success.

Once again you open your mouth when she tells you to. As she puts the sweet in your mouth you can feel the tips of her fingers brush against your lips in a ghost touch. As for the sweet, the texture is soft on the inside and crispy near the edges. You take a moment to figure out the taste. But nothing comes to mind and even when you try to recall the sweets you saw on the table you can’t find one that fit. You feel a soft hazelnut flavor, among the sweetness but that’s all. So, you decide to try whatever come to your mind that could fit.

Once you give your answer, silence falls in the room. You swear the temperature drops a few degrees, despite the open balcony in the middle of summer.

‘‘…How disappointing. It’s a madeleine.’’ She finally tells you in a cold tone.

The tone makes you stiffen on your chair as you wait for her to continue.

‘‘You know what happens to people who disappoint me, right?’’ You gulp.

‘‘Time for punishment. Now, how should I go about it?’’

You wait for what seems an eternity, probably part of what Mary intends, getting anxious on your seat. Finally, you hear her moves; her chair being push on the floor as she probably gets up. What happens next makes you jump in surprise as you feel something hot be poured on your collarbones.

The liquid is hot and has a floral scent. While it doesn’t burn, the temperature is on the verge of doing so, and your skin has probably already turn red under the assault. Trying to take on the electric shock that was send to your nerves, you start to breath heavily. Gasping as the tea runs down your chest, getting in between your breasts and trickling down your belly.  Your clothes clinging to your skin, absorbing some of the heat but mostly preventing your skin from escaping it once the tea has drenched you.

Her voice can finally be heard again as you hear her put down the kettle on the nap.

‘‘Oh my, it seems there is some left. How dare you waste my most prized tea!’’

Not understanding, you start getting nervous again as you heard her footstep approaching again. Then, you feel a tongue lick at your collarbone. There were some droplets of tea still clinging to your skin and Mary made sure to lick every last drop. Her tongue going lower, until she reaches the beginning of your breast, but stops there. Only teasing you.

‘‘This is a punishment for your lack of knowledge, not a reward dear.’’ She says with her cold voice. Yet you can’t prevent yourself from feeling excited and it’s even worse with that tone she’s using.

You can hear her sit again and take something before she orders you to open. As she put the next piece in your mouth, you feel the consistence of a cake, it’s smooth and melt slightly. There’s a soft sugary taste mix with the more acidic one present.

‘‘Lemon cake.’’

‘‘Ah! Voilà une réponse qui ravie mes oreilles! Mmm… It would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.’’

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. Under your blindfold, your eyes widen at the direct action. Mary waste not time to push her tongue past your lips and have a taste of your lemon-flavored mouth. After a moment of exchanging kisses, her hands reach for your hairs and push your head back with some great strength.

‘‘Tell me pet, what do you want?’’ She murmurs.

You answer quickly ‘‘Whatever you wish, my queen.’’

‘‘Oh my, you are a quick learner.’’ She uses her other hand to caress your neck and chin as she talks.

‘‘Stay.’’

You wait in your chair as the sound of her footstep grow more distant. But it doesn’t take long for the sound to grow closer again. She tells you to stay put and you feel the rough texture of a rope bind your wrists and ankles to the chair. Once she is satisfied, she takes place on your thighs.

‘‘Now prove to me, you would do anything for your Queen.’’ She says as she pushes another piece of sweet into your mouth.

She wastes no time in opening your top. With her weapon… You can feel the broken piece of glass scratch to your skin, barely touching it, but leaving a burning mark in its wake.

Once she is done with that, you feel her shift as if she is grabbing something behind her. After that, it doesn’t take long before you feel something cold get place on the top of your breast. The sudden icy feeling makes the hair stand on your skin, giving you goosebump as she moves slowly along the marks she previously left. Leaving a trail of water behind it. Some cold droplets fall here and there with your body heat.

Your breath starts to itch as the ice come closer to your nipple. Mary makes a few circles before she presses what is left of the cube on it. The ice creates a burning sensation while as melts away, sending a sensation of excitement directly to your cunt.

Once the last parcel of ice has melted away, she takes another cube and repeats the process with your other nipple. As she moves, she takes in every little sound you make. Her eyes stalking the movements of your mouth as you find it hard to breath, because of your enhance senses. With the third cube, she slowly makes her way down to your stomach along your sternum making your breath hitch.

She then leaves you again. You can feel her staring at your disheveled state before grabbing something else on the table.

‘‘Open wide pet.’’

You do as she say, feeling the porcelain touch your bottom lip gently before she pours the tea inside your mouth. You feel the hot liquid burns your throat as you gulp it down. The tea has a gentle floral aroma with a subtle hint of bitterness. It reminds you of roses.

Some of the tea fall down the skin of your throat, leaving a burning sensation all the way down to your torso. Seeing the mess, Mary speaks.

‘‘Tsk, what a messy pet I got. How dare you waste some of my favorite tea. Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.’’

She put down her cup and you feel her put one of her knees on your side. Then a hand come to cup your chin and lift it on the side. It’s soon followed by her tongue following the lines of tea. Starting from between your breast, slowly going up your throat and stopping to nip at your jugular, before continuing until she reaches your lips. She stops right before them and leaves a soft kiss leaving you wanting more. You chase after her lips, but she backs away, putting a finger on your lips.

‘‘Tututu… Do you really think you deserve it?’’

‘‘It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop the tea.’’ You can feel her burning gaze on you and you’re sure she’s smirking.

You follow with. ‘‘But it wasn’t wasted in the end, don’t you think it was a great way to enjoy your tea?’’

She takes a pause and knowing her, there’s half a chance she’ll agree, or she’ll be mad. But since you’ve followed her orders, she should be in quite a good mood.

‘‘Mmmh, I guess you’re right. It was quite delectable.’’

Great! Your body relaxing at her positive response.

Unbeknown to you, she notices the movement of your shoulder and smile.

‘‘I guess this deserve a reward’’ She mewls in your ear. Caressing the nap of your hair slowly.

You feel her hand go down yet again, caressing your soft body as she reaches down. She gets inside your clothes and starts stroking your clit. Once she hears you respond positively, she undoes your bottom clothes to get a better access and move her fingers more freely.

Her fingers get back near your clit, drawing circle motions slowly as she come closer. She then pass over your clit, putting pressure and inserting one finger into you. She moves them in and out a couple of time, before taking them out to go back to your clit. This time putting more pressure on it. She repeats this motions a few times until your panting and moaning.

Before you can reach your high, she takes her fingers out. You whine pathetically trying to make her come back. She tuts you.

‘‘Now, now. If you start acting up, I will need to stop this here.’’

‘‘I’m sorry, my Queen’’

You feel her frown a little, but she answers: ‘‘I really need to inculpate you with proper etiquette, but this will do for now’’

You then feel her shift on your thigh before she continues.

‘‘Open again, pet. you made quite a mess there.’’

You open wide. Eager to please her and she puts her cum coated fingers in your mouth. You waste no time in licking them clean. Doing your best to please her.

She takes out her fingers and tells you ‘‘Bien.’’ Before giving you a kiss.

Her kiss deviates to go down your neck as her tongue tease your throat once again. One of her hands find her way to your breast and start caressing them. Her other hand gets back to making you squirm.

She presses harder onto that bundle of nerve inside of you, making your moans turn into high pitched pleas. Her teeth scrap at your nipple before she takes a soft bite and start sucking on them.

Her fingers run in and out of you, sometimes switching to caress and press onto your clit. Your body feel like a furnace, and you can’t help but moans louder. You’re sure she’s pretty pleased with herself and the effect she has on you. You can feel a knot start to form inside of you, the more she plays with you.

You finally feel the knot explode. Your walls clenching around her fingers as she keeps pumping them inside and stimulate your clit to make you ride out your orgasm. You let out one last moans before trying to regain your breath and the control over what’s left of your senses. Your body feeling numbs.

As you’re coming down from your high, you first feel what you assume to be Mary soft hairs, brush against your cheeks, followed by her lips that comes to rest softly on yours. Her hands caressing your cheek, to show her approval.

She takes your blindfold off, letting it slide on the floor as it reveals your lovesick state. Your tired gaze only focused on her while you’re panting. The sudden return off light makes you blinks to adjust your sight, while she passes her thumb over your bottom lip. She smiles proudly.

‘‘Good survivor.’’

(Maybe if you’re more well behave, she’ll let you make her cum next time…)

Meanwhile Mary's maid decided it was a good time to go restock on tea leaves on the other side of the manor.

[theolmtales]

Onsen Fun (AFAB version)

Ganji x Reader x Annie

The manor install an Onsen a while ago & Ganji wants to relax a little after a match. He end up finding you & Annie in the middle of a private session.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: none

(Whenerver I think of Annie, I think of a swallow, so here's a sketch of swallow Annie & hawk Ganji)

It was around midnight when Ganji was making his way inside the manor. His steps echoing inside the empty corridors. He just had a rough match & the only thing he could think about was a nice warm bath to relax his sore body. Luckily, the manor had recently added just what he needed.

Occasionally, the manor would change according to the seasons & the festivities, albeit temporarily. But sometimes there were permanent changes, like now. Miss Nightingale had informed them, a few weeks ago, that the manor would have hot spring. Since they were based on the Japanese hot spring, women & men were attributed different hours to use them separately. But those hours were long gone.

Even so, there was nothing preventing people from using them after or before, it was just at your own risk. But at this hour nobody was out anymore, not even the survivors who prefer solitude. If even with that there were still people, he could always ignore them. Unless it was Aesop. He was not staying alone with him, anywhere. Ever! & nobody who wish to live should honestly.

Just thinking about it made a shiver run down his spine.

Ganji finally arrive at the hot spring doors. After entering & putting his clothes away in the changing room, he heads to the showers to clean himself. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion, or he just wasn’t paying attention, but he fails to notice two other set of clothes, pile neatly in a corner.

Once he finishes his shower, he heads out butt naked to the water for some much-needed relaxation. As he was about to enter the water, he heard a few muffled sounds. Surprised & sure to be alone he froze in his action.

The noise was barely audible & seem to be coming from the far back. It seems like someone was trying to conceal themself, but not doing a very good job at it. Slightly annoyed by it, he decides to investigate whoever is ruining his peaceful night & give them a piece of his mind.

Walking past the main pool, he arrives at a more secluded area & stops dead in his track as he finds the source of the noise. His perpetual grumpy expression, now changing to one of shock.

Before him, kneeling in the water, were Annie & Y/n. But that wasn’t the shocking part.

Annie moans were filling your ears as you were sitting in the water with Annie on top of your lap, her thigh on either side of you. Her hair was falling in waves around the two of you in a dishevelled manner. Her arms were wrap around your neck as you hungrily kiss & bite her neck. Your left hand was massaging her butt-cheek while your right hand was busy pumping three fingers in & out of her hole while your thumb was massaging her clit. Finally finding that sweet spot inside Annie, you pick up the pace & move your lips to suck on her breasts. Soon Annie moans grow higher pitched & her hands move to your hair trying to get a grip as her walls contract on your fingers & she starts convulsing under her orgasm. Letting out soft moans.

As you slow your movements, ridding out her orgasm, you let her take a short break as she let herself fall limply on you. Her head nuzzling into your neck like a cat.

As you take in the cool night breeze, you suddenly ear the snap of a branch. Turning your head around, your gaze falls right on Ganji hiding behind a small, bushy tree.

After your little round with Annie, Ganji had snap back to reality & try to back away from the scene discretely. But his left foot decided it would rather kiss a dead branch than put itself nicely on the floor & the snapping sound had felt louder than a missed skill check in the middle of the White Sand Street Asylum map.

As you both examine the man before you, neither you nor Annie can resist taking in the view. After all, who wouldn’t enjoy the Batter well build body now laying in full display in front of them with nothing hide him. While Annie’s face become increasingly flush, which doesn’t stop her from eating him with her gaze, your lips start to curl up in a grin at the sight of his half erect member.

‘‘Well, well, well… It looks like we have someone sneaking around. Enjoying the show?’’ You say with a sly tone.

‘‘W-What?! No! That wasn’t why I…’’ Taken aback Ganji attempt to justify himself, but he can only stutter half of an explanation, as his cheeks grow red. Amusement flicker in your eyes as you listen to him before cutting him off.

‘‘What are you waiting for? We’re just getting started & by the look of it you seem eager to join.’’ Your eyes make a quick turn toward his cock before looking back at him, insinuation in your gaze. ‘‘Plus knowing Annie, she definitely won’t mind if it’s you joining us.’’ At your sentence, Annie face turn as red as a tomato & she tries to hide her face away in your chest. She doesn’t even see it, but she can sense your smug grin at her reaction. She hates how well you can read her.

At that, Ganji’s body perks up slightly as he tries to find Annie’s eye for confirmation, with no success. He is then brought back to the present by your voice.

‘‘So, you’re just gonna stand here teasing us with the view or you plan on making us enjoy your presence. Unless you’d rather just watch? No judging.’’

‘‘Ugh no! I mean… ah well fuck it, make me some space.’’ He answers defeated.

Ganji finally enter the water under your smug gaze & Annie’s needy one, as the both of you look him up & down. He positions himself in front of you & a few inches away from Annie’s behind, still a little unsure of himself.

This makes you roll your eyes & you tell him: ‘‘C’mon don’t be shy!’’ At that you grab him by the neck & pull him toward you, smacking your lips to his.

It doesn’t take him long to kiss you back & press his chest on Annie’s body in the spur of the moment as your tongue enter his mouth, effectively trapping Annie between the two of you. She let out a soft yelp at the sudden sensation of Ganji strong body being pressed against her. As the kiss between you two grow heated, he places his hands on Annie’s hips & start caressing her gently, giving her goosebump.

As your tongue explore Ganji mouth hungrily, your mind starts to feel dizzy & you decide to take in some air. It doesn’t take you long to recover & you both shift your attention toward Annie’s neck.

With the both of you attacking her neck, Annie start panting. You can feel her breath right beside your right ear as she let out soft moans, encouraging you to keep going. In the meanwhile, Ganji right hand was moving up, cupping & squeezing her breast with his coarse palm while his other hand was going down, caressing her gently. Giving her goosebump that were going directly toward her loin.

Ganji is feeling more & more excited, pressing his erected cock against Annie’s behind while your left hand is playing with her clit. Your other hand joins Ganji into massaging her chest as he slowly inserts one finger into her, pumping in & out slowly.

‘‘Ganji…mmnhh’’

Encouraged by Annie voice, he inserts another finger. Observing him, you start to give instructions on how to find her weak spots, using her moans as indication.

‘‘You need to curl & press more near that spot you just hit. See~… She’s coming undone so much quicker. She can’t do anything when you touch her like that. ~’’ As you go back to biting Annie’s neck, quite harshly, Ganji insert a third finger following your instructions.

‘‘Yeah, I can see that. How does it feel Annie? Want me to change anything?’’ He says kissing the back of her neck.

‘‘N-No…Please just keep going like thAHHT!’’

Annie’s moans keep getting louder as she approaches her high, encouraging the two of you to go harder & faster.

Looking into Ganji’s eyes, you both exchange a knowing look before abruptly stopping your ministrations. A whimper of deception leaves Annie lips, but it is short lived as Ganji grab her by the hips & position himself at her entrance, teasing her entrance with his tip. You feel Annie trying to get some friction from Ganji’s dick to no avail. That’s when you put your hands on her hips & press her down his thick cock.

You enjoy the view, feeling aroused as you watch them both. Especially Annie’s face. She has her eyes closed, biting her lips as she tries to adjust to Ganji’s cock. After a few moments of waiting for Annie, Ganji start moving at a steady pace. As he starts to accelerate, he grabs her by the neck, albeit gently, & pull her head back to crash his lips with hers, silencing Annie’s whimpers with his tongue. You can feel Ganji’s strength through Annie who is pressed against your front. She is moved in rhythm with his powerful thrust.

Seeing them go at it together make you feel a little jealous from all the attention they are giving each other. But than again, the view of your two favorite people getting it together is just too hot.

That’s when you realize Ganji’s throat is left vulnerable right in front of you. You waste no time in running your tongue along his Adam apple, taking him by surprise as you start nibling on it. Ganji leaves Annie’s lips as you successfully make him exhale a few moans & grunts.

Annie uses that moment to take in some fresh air as she rests her head on your shoulder while Ganji is still ponding into her.

As you keep your attention on his neck, he grabs one of your hands, still on top of Annie waist, & intertwine his fingers with yours. Meanwhile, his other hand reach to your clit, circling & pressing at it. Your arousal is already high, so it takes no time for his rough hand to send electrics shocks & makes you release a few pants & moans in the process.

This goes on for a while longer until you feel Annie clawing at your back, telling you her orgasm is approaching. Soon her walls contract around Ganji’s thick cock, as her second orgasm come crashing.

The sight makes you grab Annie’s face & as your lips slam together, you use your other hand to insert a few fingers in you & pump them.

Annie’s tightening walls around Ganji is all he need to push a final time, slamming as far as he can inside of her & unloading is thick load deep inside of her. Spasming a few times before he’s done filling her. You’re not long to follow them in their euphory as Ganji’s hand make quick work of you.

The three of you take a moment to get down from your respective highs. Your three ragged breath being the only things that break the silence. Ganji’s callous hands are back on Annie’s hips as he rests, taking in the sensation of her warmth. Yours hands are on Annie’s thigh as she stays limps on top of you, enlacing you weakly. Her mind hazy. As for you, your heartbeat is strong against your ears, but it’s slowly going down.

After a few minutes, Ganji slips out of Annie. Her walls clenching at the loss, while a few of his cum escape in the water. Ganji looks at the two of you. He can only see Annie’s back, her head slump down on your shoulder as she tries to regain her breath. Her hair is a complete mess & she seems exhausted.

You, on the other hand, open your eyes to look at Ganji with a lust filled gaze. It doesn’t take more for his member to get hard again & you’re quick to realize it.

‘’Oh, is it my turn now?’’ You say with your eternal smugness.

After earing that, Annie gets out of you to go rest beside you two, her arms on the edge of the pool as she rests her head on them looking at the both of you with lust & drowsiness. Ganji use this opportunity to come closer to you. Lifting you by your waist with ease as he put you on top of him as he takes your place near the edge.

Trying to erase that smug attitude of yours, he directly slams you down on him. Slipping in with ease thanks to your fluid. You gasp at the rude penetration, but you have no time to adjust as he is already moving you up & down his length, your walls thigh around his cock. Y You claw at his upper arms under the intensity, moans heavy & breaking in his neck at the intensity of his thrust. He smirks at your demeanor adding:

‘‘Where’s your smile go, jaanu? With that smartass attitude? I thought it would take more than just that to get you moaning like an animal in heat.’’

At that, he makes a sudden thrust. The abrupt change is angling him right at your sweet spot & making you moans harder. But you don’t let yourself get beaten that easily.

You bite his neck, right where you remember finding a sweet spot of his from earlier. The place is located right where his neck & shoulder meet, making him lose the rhythm of his thrust for a few moments as he tries to refrain himself from moaning.

The two of you are so focus on trying to make the other beg first that you don’t see the shadow crawling near you until you feel a pair of breast press against your back. Suddenly Annie teeth collide with your earlobes as one of her hands come to play with your clit the way only her know how to. Her fingers coming to rub along your labia.

At the same time, her other hand reach Ganji’s scrotum & she starts caressing & gently squeezing them at first. The new stimulation makes it hard for both of you to focus. Ganji & you meet her devious gaze as she expertly finds all your weak spots. Going a little harder on Ganji, as she finds out what makes him react positively more.

With that, you both start to feel a knock form in your inside faster than expected. You can’t think clear & Ganji seem to be in the same state than you. Barely keeping any rhythm, focusing more on the raw power of his thrust as he chases his own high.

Finally, Ganji piston himself a final time, slamming as deep as he can with his thick cock & letting himself pour in you. Annie’s expert hands, increasing the amount & length of his ejaculation in your depth.

The sensation of his sperm filling your inside, along with Annie’s fingers, is the last push you need to reach your own orgasm. Your walls clenching around him, making sure to milk him dry as he spasm. Annie makes sure to ride both of your orgasm further, sending you in slight overstimulation. Ganji even let out a groan of surprise at the way Annie keep squeeze him, making him discover a new facet of his pleasure.

After that, you both become limp from exhaustion. Annie joining you in a hug as Ganji strong arm wrap around the both of you. You can feel his cock going soft inside of you, but the feeling of him still inside you his oddly cozy. Unlike you two, Annie his now brimming with energy & grinning at both of you sweetly.

‘‘Uh. You’re actually hiding your game, Shona?’’ Ganji say to Annie.

‘‘Ah! She may be shy, but she’s a fast leaner & a natural at it.’’ You add.

Annie only answers with a mischievous smile: ‘‘Hehe. I too, can lead the dance if I want to…’’

Once the three of you have recover from your activities, you take your time in getting out & changing back into some clean clothes. You’re all exhausted, but instead of going to your own room, you decide to head into Annie’s chamber.

Annie & you were already planning on spending the night together, but you don’t want to quit Ganji just yet & neither does he. So, you’re both taking the same direction, ready to cuddle in Annie king size bed, hoping that this wouldn’t be a one-time occurrence.

Since Reader was a smug little bastard I drew them as a Magpie who is way too proud of themselves.

[yoshinoritoshi]

I know you showed some interest in him before (considering your PFP on discord) so how about a little drabble of hunter Alva realizing he really wants a baby with Reader? Like he just has the epiphany somehow and it's shameless about asking about it, you know?

Hey hey, are you reading my mind? I technically have a fic idea with that in it.... But I suppose I can write something just about that, for you.

Warmings: sfw, afab!reader, no pronouns for reader, whatever the AU is called for "everyone lives in a manor and the games are just like, actually games for fun and stuff", Alva is gap-moe to me, height difference, also implied pregnancy stuff so if that ain't for you, GET OUT (for your comfort)

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Alva Wants...

"There you go, all cleaned up, hm? I can't believe that mean man shot you with the flare gun when you were clearly friendly..." Shaking your head, you pet the top of the Robbie's head and he giggles, happily swaying on his feet after you helped clean off the sack he wears.

It was quite rude of that survivor to hurt the hunter when he wasn't showing any agitation, maybe he had gotten a bad match in the past with an Axe Boy, but that doesn't justify taking his anger out on a random one! Huffing, you ignore the irritation bubbling up in you and stand up just in time to feel a presence looming over your back.

"Alva," taking your hand from the boy in front of you, you smile and eagerly hug the man towering over you, "I was wondering when you'd come and find me... I missed you."

"And I, you, my dear..." Trailing off, he hugs you even with his staff still in his hand, which makes you chuckle during the embrace. He always gets like this after you return from a match with a different hunter, and duo hunters always sets his on edge because he can't even participate if he wanted to.

When you pull away from him, he looks to Robbie behind you and gently motions him away, and the little boy obeys, scampering off to go find someone else to entertain himself between the little downtime you all have between matches.

"Alright, now what did you want to discuss that he couldn't be privy to?"

Almost nervously, Alva glances away for a couple moments, as if checking the area, and then leans down to whisper to you, "Earlier this week, you were comforting the little girl, Memory, were you not?"

"Well, yeah, she was scared after a match with er, what's her name... Ivy? She said the lady spooked her, and so I let her take a nap beside me to alleviate her worries."

"Yes, you did, and she was sleeping in your lap, cuddled up beside you while you stroked her hair and hummed some nonsensical tune to her..."

"Your point being...?"

He chokes on air at that point, not expecting you to push it so suddenly, but he should be used to that by now, "Well... Seeing you care for children, it..."

You look at him curiously, tilting your head as he pulls back to gaze down at you, and you swear you see a hint of blush on those pale cheeks of his, "Alva... You can tell me anything." Tenderly, you hold your hand to his cheek, only able to reach it thanks to him bending down, and smile again.

Absorbing your comfort for a moment, he inhales deeply, and confesses outright, "Let's try for a child."

"Eh?!" Taken aback, you stand there in shock as he grabs your hand on his face and nuzzles into it, eyes almost pleading as he continues despite your reaction.

"I love you, and seeing you interact with children so wholeheartedly, it stirs with my heart a desire to see you with one of our own within your arms."

Blinking away your surprise, you're not sure how to feel at first, you love Alva more than anything, but a baby? You'd have to ask for leave from matches for a while, just in case any hunter gets a hit to your midsection... He's really asking a tall order of you, because you love playing matches every day, but given his height, aren't all his orders tall?

"Alva..." A baby, with him, here of all places, you almost want to ask if he's serious, but he isn't the one to make requests lightly, nor tell you of his desires easily, so this is all doubly rare for him. "You're shameless..."

"So I am... When it comes to you, I find it hard to hold myself back."

Well, at least he's outright admitting to it, you'd be suspicious if he did try to hold back and be vague about it. Or frustrated, maybe both.

"It's a big responsibility, the Manor might not approve..."

"I already signed a contract to have all your scheduled matches added to my own list."

Of course he would plan that far, he must've known you wouldn't say no. "B-but that means you'll be doing double matches the whole time I'm pregnant?! You'll be exhausted!"

"All worth it so you can rest easy and have our child with no issues or stress." Letting go of your hand, he cups your face and leans down to kiss you, quick and sweet like usual, "How could I possibly become exhausted when I can return from every match and see you there, glowing and waiting for me?"

Damn him, he really knows how to turn on his charm when he wants it, and you're an idiot who always falls for it. "...you already know my answer, now don't you?"

"Well, yes, but I wish to hear it from your lips first, just to be sure."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you whisper it to him, soft and intimate, "Alright... Let's try for one, then."

Without another word, he picks you up and you don't struggle at all, wholly relaxed in his arms as he holds you close to his chest.

Alva isn't one to hold back, and you get the feeling you're about to experience that firsthand...