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[clusterfuck-dom]

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[archived-clustfuck-shit]

Hey, pookies.

So… sad announcement. It’s not really something that I want to be writing, because I loved what I did and the audience that came with it, but…

I won’t be continuing writing on any of my blogs anymore.

This is honestly a really hard post to make, especially after I went through all the trouble of initially making new blogs about a year ago to regain motivation and control over my writing blogs. It’s just that my life (can you believe I actually have one outside of Tumblr? Yeah, me neither) has gotten too hectic for me to keep up request blogs. I won’t go into detail, but there’s been a lot of change happening up in the bitch, and it’s been getting too much.

Admittedly, making this post is just a confirmation for those who wondered where I went. My last update on any writing blog was almost a year ago, and my inboxes are full of a variety of requests; a lot of which I desperately wanted to do, but couldn’t find the motivation to execute. I thought that writing prompts would be a good way to get back into the swing of things, but to no avail. And it doesn’t help that anytime I would get some sort of motivation, one look at my hollow husk of blogs was enough to kill it.

I’ve realized over the years that I’m not a reliable blog for requests. It’s hard to keep up with them, and they can feel like a chore more than anything. Don’t get me wrong, I loved a lot of the requests I got, but I found myself wanting to live up to the requester’s idea of how it should go instead of my own. A lot of your requests inspired spin-off ideas that I wanted to execute, but felt guilty doing so because A.) it’s not fufilling what the requester wanted, and B.) I was writing something new instead of focusing on my inbox; I didn’t want to face any disappointment from you guys.

So, reflecting on my clusterfuck experience, I want to say that I’m actually glad I decided to make my blogs. It allowed me to meet cool people, grow a small audience that surprisingly loved my work, and gave me something to do during the lockdown (that’s the origin story of everything, believe it or not). And looking forward, I know I’m not going to quit writing, I still have a lot of cool ideas, after all. They just won’t be on any of my now dead blogs, as those blogs remind me of my lowkey failure as a writer. Who knows, you might see freelance writing blogs popping up in the future with a similar writing style as me… hmm…

I not only want to apologize again for going AWOL and returning with a shit announcement, but also with how disorderly this post may be, LMAO. This is a really depressing post, so I’m not gonna dwell too much on the formatting.

Hope y’all are doing well, and thanks for humoring my crazy little stories.

[clusterfuck-dom]

idk how wild we can get with these thirsts, but i wanna ride chrom and call him a bitch and make him cry so bad.

Dearly beloved, this is a safe space for all of you freaky weirdos. If you wanna get wild, get wild.

The beginning of your sex life with Chrom will basically just be a giant fight for dominance. Being the prince of Ylisse means he always has to be in control, so he’ll just instinctually think he has the reigns. So calling him a bitch would be a great way to remind him of his place, and he absolutely loves it when you do. Couple that with the way your walls squeeze against his cock and, sure enough, he’ll start to cry. And please tease him for it. “Aw, look at that. My poor little bitch is crying.” He’ll pathetically whimper and roll his eyes into the back of his skull, and it’s so hot.

Overstimulating him is an awesome way to get him to cry as well. Even after he’s spent, continue to ride him at the same ferocious pace that caused him to cum in the first place. He’ll incoherently wail about it being too much with his head thrown back against the pillows. As long as he doesn’t use your safe word, just tease him some more and feel his cock harden inside you for another round.

[clusterfuck-dom]

CONNOR THE ANDROID SENT BY CYBERLIFE SUCKS DICK LIKE A PRO AND TAKES DICK LIKE AN EVEN BIGGER PRO

A fucking champ at both, on god.

Connor has a huge oral fixation (which I’m glad we’re all on the same page with), so sucking dick comes naturally for him. There’s nothing like having a brunette cutie in between your legs and bobbing his head up and down your cock like it’s built into his programming. And his brown puppy dog eyes will look so entranced as he looks up at you.

And if we’re talking about Connor taking dick, he can do it all day. He loves to sit in your lap and hold onto your shoulders as you move him up and down your shaft with your hands on his hips. He does such a good job at taking you in any position, whether it be doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, whatever.

And the craziest thing is that he doesn’t even know he’s good at either. Poor baby gets a bit insecure, wondering if “his performance was adequate” for you. Please gently hold his face in your hands as you praise him, whether it’s after he gives you head and has cum dribbling down his chin or after you climaxed inside of him and have him in your arms. He needs to know just how good he was.

[clusterfuck-dom]

You literally cannot praise leon kennedy without him getting hard, babygirl leon kennedy supremacy.

For real, it’s a problem.

You’ll offhandedly say something like, “you did a good job today, Leon,” and you’ll notice his face get red while he shifts his weight uncomfortably, and you’re like, “???” And then you look down to see that he’s hard over a small praise like that, and you’re like, “oh, shit, I forgot about his praise kink.”

Best way to tease him is to say positive things about him to other people while he’s in earshot. He’ll get so hot and bothered, but won’t tell you cuz he’s so embarrassed about it. Luckily/unluckily for him, a needy and horny Leon is really easy to spot from a mile away, so you’ll know without him saying anything. Now, the question is, will you do anything about it? Or just continue to tease him?

… Please be kind to this babygirl.

[clusterfuck-dom]

This may be my first nonfilthy but also filthy thirst ever LMAOOOO

Gilthunder is a mommys boy. He loves when his mommy praises him as he spreads his legs for her strap. He eats his mommy out so good even after being totally fucked out by her. He loves wearing the baby blue lingerie she gifted him and will wear it with just a frilly lilac shirt over it around the house. He just loves his mommy so much 🥰🥰🥰

Gilthunder has probably accidentally used “Mommy” in public a couple times. It just kind of slips out when he feels even the slightest bit needy, poor guy.

Yes, Gilthunder spreads his legs for his Mommy. He’ll lay back against the pillows and look up at her with such trust, waiting for the strap to enter his hole. And after his Mommy takes care of him, makes him moan and cry against her thick strap as she pulls an orgasm out of him, he knows that good boys return the favor for their Mommies. He’ll go down on his Mommy like he’s hungry for her, eyes fluttering shut while his pink tongue laps up the juices from her own orgasm. And the praises she gives him during it all would probably get him hard again.

Baby blue lingerie to match his eyes?? Please, that’s so adorable. And he’d 100% wear it around the house because he absolutely adores gifts from his Mommy. Probably wears it under his clothes on casual outings, too, but the only way his Mommy would know is if she got a little experimental in public, winky face.

[clusterfuck-dom]

bruce wayne would be the cocky “yea I can take it” type and then absolutely scream from you rearranging his organs send tweet.

“Yeah, I can take it.” He would later regret that comment.

I’m with you on this. Playboy Bruce has whored himself around a bit, so he’s probably confident in his ability to take some dick. But when he starts seeing stars when you push just the tip in, he soon realizes that maybe, just maybe, he actually can’t take it.

Remember that this man is stubborn, however, so he won’t tell you and will try to take it like a champ. If you ask him how he’s doing, he’ll probably squeak out a pathetic, “I’m fine” while tears stream down his face. Spending lots of time to prep him is key for Bruce.

Also, Bruce Wayne screaming during sex is surprisingly a new concept for me. I’ve only imagined him to be a soft whimperer, maybe even a cute moaner at loudest. But I like this idea. He can probably get really loud, so make sure no one’s in the manor while you two go at it. His sobs can and will echo through the halls. You two have learned that the hard way when Bruce’s scratchy voice makes Alfred give you a knowing look.

[clusterfuck-dom]

THIRST TIME THIRST TIME THIRST TIME—

Saur, as much as I think Chrom is Daddy™️ and Iwant him to split me in half and call me good girl n shit, in proper switch fashion I also want to fyck him cowgirl style with a strap AKFALEKWANFAKF—

SPEAKING OF COW AND SPEAKING OF GIRL. Can we plz all agree that he has the biggest tits ever. I wanna milk them. I wanna milk them while he wears cow ears and a cow bell. And I wanna call him a good girl while I do <333333

Hi, yes, hello, you are speaking to Chrom is Daddy(TM) HQ.

The thought of him riding someone in cowgirl position is somehow so funny and so hot at the same time. I imagine his height to be somewhere around 5’10-5’11, so having a muscular man at that height bounce a strap-on is just too good. 100% back this up, please fuck Chrom like a cowgirl.

And speaking of cowgirl…

First of all, Chrom has big tits. You can’t refute facts. His tits are probably sensitive and he will cum just by you playing with he chest. Second of all, Cow Chrom makes so much sense, how have I never thought of this before. He’d probably be down to wear cow patterned lingerie with it. Mix that with the bell that chimes every time he bounces on your strap, and it’s just the best thing ever. Would he moo for you? If you fuck it out of him, maybe.

[clusterfuck-dom]

Uh... Can you please do uh... Leon k-Kennedy? Also did you stop doing your Puppy obsession story?

WIP II

(Yandere-ish) Sub Leon Kennedy x Dom Reader

Y’all, Puppy Obsession V is in the works, don’t worry. It’ll drop on @clusterfuck-yandere someday. Also, because of this, you’re getting one of my many yandere sub Leon drafts.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: masochistic Leon, slightly sadistic reader, asphyxiation, drool, semi-public area, slight degrading.

You could’ve sworn you misheard him. There was no way — no way in holy hell — he asked you to choke him… in broad daylight. What if someone was within earshot, heard this sick fuck, and…

Leon brought you back to reality by grabbing your wrist. The way he clutched it with such desperation, bringing it towards the base of his neck, made you realize he actually did ask you to choke him. Your fingers gently rested on his collar bone as you internally debated on what to do. Should you twist your arm away from his grasp, scold him for asking such a thing from you? Maybe walk away and leave him in this hallway all alone?

Then again, Leon Kennedy was never one to let you just walk away.

“Please,” he whispered, half-lidded eyes filled with such a crazed look. His tongue darted out to collect the spit that was piling in the corner of his mouth. God, was he actually drooling over this?

Your mouth twitched into a grimace. “Leon, I’m not doing this.” All you got in reply was another please from his wet lips, the desperation present in his voice. You watched his other hand snake up to yours, anchoring it to his neck as though to coax you into applying pressure.

“Choke me,” he pleaded with a breathy voice as his head angled upwards to further expose his neck to you. Such a delusional request — a delusional man, even — but you found yourself unable to pull away. A dark curiosity swirled in the back of your mind, making your pointer finger twitching against his neck. What would happen if you indulged in him? Would it make you as sick as him if you humored your own dark thoughts?

To be fair, nothing can make me as sick as Leon Kennedy, you dryly scoffed in your mind.

That’s how you found the tips of your fingers squeezing the sides of Leon’s neck. This elicited an immediate reaction from the dirty blonde, his breath hitching in his throat as his grip on your wrist got tighter. You watched his eyelids widen for a split second before they returned to their original half-hooded state. The baby blue in his eyes were eaten up by his dilating pupils.

It wasn’t long before he was begging for more pressure. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Harder… harder, please—!!”

Your curious eyes wandered down from his flushed face to his neck, trailing all the way down his heaving chest to the obvious tent in his pants. A disgusted scoff left your lips at how unashamedly hard he was, the grip you had around his neck subconsciously getting tighter. The choked moan you managed to pull from him caused your eyes to snap back up to his face.

Those crazed eyes were glazed over with pure lust as he stared at you with a pleading look. Drool dribbled from his unhinged mouth, pooling down his chin and dripping onto your fingers. You cringed at the feeling of his lukewarm spit against your skin, and you fought against the urge to release his neck just so you can wipe it off.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you spat out at him. The venom in your words seemed to only make him more excited, his eyes lulling back into his skull as his legs buckled beneath him. You tried to ignore the electricity that sparked through your body when he let out a shaky moan. “You really get off like this?”

Incoherent babbles came from his spit-slicked lips as you watched him sink towards the floor. The only thing holding him up was the grip you had on his throat, though you weren’t sure how long you could handle his entire weight. To remedy this, you backed him up against the nearest wall to help him stay up, pinning him to the surface by just his neck. Leon seemed to mewl in delight at this.

Another scoff came from you as your grip got impossibly stronger. “No shame, either. You’ve dreamed about this for a while, haven’t you?”

The dirty blonde rapidly nodded his head at this. You could tell from his palpitating chest and his fluttering eyes that he was close to cumming, or maybe close to passing out, or maybe a mixture of both. Either way, the dark part of your brain absolutely reveled in the sight of his paling lips and his trance-like gaze.

He may be disgusting, sure, but are you really any better at this point?

[clusterfuck-dom]

LMAO. Y’all are on the wrong account to be begging for Puppy Obsession. @clusterfuck-yandere DJDKSNS.

[clusterfuck-dom]

LEON DRAFT HERE RN

WIP I

Sub Leon Kennedy x Dom Reader

Laughs in 29 Leon Kennedy drafts.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: degrading, thigh humping, hair pulling, scratching, usage of “whore,” usage of the color system, usage of “good boy,” usage of “master.”

“That’s not fair,” he whined, straddling your thighs with his legs while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Not fair—” you sputtered at the dirty blonde. “What do you mean not fair?? YOU’RE interrupting MY work with your stupid horny-ass, and you’re calling it not fair that I’m not gonna fuck you right here, right now?”

He mumbled a simple “yes” into your shoulder before wiggling his hips against yours. The fucker was definitely hard — you could feel it through his gray sweatpants — but you weren’t gonna give him what he wanted. At least, not the satisfaction.

“That’s fucking pathetic,” you spat out at him. Your thigh rubbed up against his crotch, ripping a choked moan from his throat. “Can’t leave me alone for 5 minutes, can you?”

You could feel him shake his head against your neck, causing you to roll your eyes. While one of your hands went to his hip, the other took a handful of his hair and pulled him away from your shoulder. “C’mon, you little brat. Speak up.”

“N-no,” he whimpered. His hips were desperately grinding against your leg in an attempt to relieve his growing problem. “No, I can’t leave… mhhh!! Can’t leave you alone—!!”

His eyes fluttered shut when you dug your nails into his hip. One tug of his hair, however, caused them to shoot open again. Now that you were sure you had his attention again, you continued. “And why not?”

A pretty pink color flooded his face as he continued to hump your thigh. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down from thickly swallowing before he mumbled something incoherent.

“Couldn’t hear you,” was your response as your hands twisted his hair. There was a yelp of pain that left his mouth that quickly dissolved into a lewd breathy moan. Your fingernails scratched up his side, all the way to the start of his rib cage, as you demanded him to repeat himself.

“I-I’m a,” a hiccup interrupted his sentence, “a worthless whore!!”

“Damn straight,” you scoffed. Suddenly, you threw him to the floor, making sure to knock the wind out of his lungs. Your eyes raked over his body as you stood up from your chair. He was hard — painfully hard, even — with his black shirt riding up a bit to reveal the scratch marks you left moments prior. Baby blue eyes were both hazy from lust and glossy from unshed tears, and a few strands of hair fell into his face.

God, Leon was a beautiful boy, but now wasn’t the time to be admiring him. “… Color?”

“Green,” he quickly panted out.

“Good boy,” you softly responded. The praise seemed to go directly to his growing erection and made him release another moan. Once again, you found yourself rolling your eyes. “You get one praise and suddenly you’re acting like some horny bitch.”

He turned his head away from you out of what seemed to be shame, his cock practically jumping in his sweatpants. You nudged your foot in between his legs and he happily spread himself wide for you. Like it’s instinct, you bitterly thought to yourself. What a whore.

Nevertheless, you found yourself kneeling in the space he had just created for you, hands running up and down his sides. His hands stayed dutifully on the ground (he knew what would happen if he reached for you, and he was in enough hot water already) as tiny sounds of lust escaped his breath.

“(Y/N),” he whined.

“(Y/N) isn’t here,” you answered.

Another whine came from him, his flushed face turning a darker shade of pink. His brows were turned upwards as he chewed the inside of his cheek. He swallowed down his own saliva before finally calling you by your proper title.

“M… Master…”

You gave a content hum. “Good boy.”

[clusterfuck-dom]

Connor the android sent by cyberlife?

WIP II

Sub Connor x Dom Reader

Connor and Sniper Mask are currently fighting each other for the Poster Slut of Clusterfuck-dom(TM) title. Also, this one turned out pretty tame, but it’s a draft I’ve really wanted to get out there.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: slight anxiety, mentions of the Traci case, usage of “baby boy.”

Before you could finish the last button on his dress shirt, a hand shot up to grab your wrist. Your movements halted immediately as your eyes scanned Connor’s face for any sign of distress. “Connor? What is it?”

Just as you feared, there indeed seemed to be apprehension written all over the android’s face. His eyes were slightly wide and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. You’ve never seen him so… scared before. Was this whole night a bad idea after all? Did he really not want this, despite saying he did before?

“I… have something I need to tell you, (Y/N),” he firmly declared in typical Connor fashion. Despite how he anxiously played with the hem of his shirt, he managed to keep his voice calm.

Your hands moved away from his body completely. Deciding to give him some space, you got off of him completely so he could sit up a little. Your gaze fell on his hands, and how he continued to fiddle with his shirt.

Connor hesitated for a few moments. There was a brilliant flush that covered his cheeks, and you couldn’t tell if it was from your earlier antics or whatever he wanted to say. While his LED turned yellow, he finally found the courage to speak. “I-I’ve never done this… sex, I mean.”

After a beat of silence, you released the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. So, that was it, huh? “Connor,” you began, a soft, reassuring smile crossing your features. “I know that I’m your first. You told me, remember?”

He stared at you for a few moments before bashfully looking away. “It’s just… back at the Eden’s Club…”

He completely trailed off. A flash of red showed up in his LED before returning back to yellow. You could feel your heart drop, knowing exactly where this was going.

The man that killed the Traci…

As much as you wanted to stop him, to tell him you would never do that, you figured it was best to give him some time to put his thoughts in order. He continued to stare off into nothingness before turning his timid eyes back to you. “Will… you be gentle? It’s my first time.”

“Oh, Connor…” you placed a hand on his own gently, eyes never leaving his precious face. “I would never do something like that to you. What that man did…” you decided not to finish your sentence for Connor’s sake. “No. That will never happen, baby boy.” As if to seal the promise, you gingerly brought his hand to your lips and planted a kiss on his knuckles. “Never to my sweet baby boy.”

The brunette’s LED began to glow blue. Whatever tension was in his body immediately left, and he brought your hand back down to the last button. “(Y/N),” he softly keened, chocolate eyes shining with pure devotion. There was so much trust — so much love — that radiated from his gaze, you thought your heart was going to burst. When he felt your hand clutch around the button, he laid his arms above his head as though he was yielding his entire body for you.

“I’m ready for you.”

[clusterfuck-dom]

Carlos Oliveira here then?

WIP I

Sub Carlos Oliveira x Dom Reader

I’m so glad you made a follow-up request for this, cuz I was basically making a choice between my two favorite children. I almost said screw it and gave you a Leon Kennedy draft.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: collaring, insecurities about masculinity, slight degrading, usage of “bitch.”

“I think it looks cute,” you cooed at him, looping the bell collar around your finger. It gleefully jingled at the movement, making Carlos roll his eyes.

“… ‘s not that cute,” he mumbled under his breath. You could tell he was doing everything in his power to hide his scarlet face from your sight. A frown crossed your features as you tugged upwards on the collar (another gleeful jingle echoing through the room), forcing his eyes to find yours.

“I think I’m the one who gets to decide if it’s cute or not. And it’s really cute, baby.” Your other hand weaved it’s way through his curly locks, eliciting a content sigh from him. Careful fingers massaged his scalp and you watched him practically melt into your touch. Letting go of his collar resulted in yet another jingle, which caused the dark haired male to whine from embarrassment. “Hn… ‘s like it’s mocking me, babe—!!”

Trying something new with Carlos was always a challenge. You’d think the guy who isn’t afraid to call you “sexy thing” in public would be less afraid of trying… well… sexy things, but that’s not necessarily the case. He still feels as though his subspace, as fucking amazing as it makes him feel, infringes on his masculinity. You’ve told him numerous times that he’s still the most macho man you’ve ever met, even while giving him a prostate orgasm, but you can tell that he’s still hanging on to that irrational insecurity.

“Sweetie,” you began, complete sincerity evident in your tone, “if you want to take the collar off, I won’t be mad.”

“N-no—!” His answer came out quick. Almost quick enough to startle you, even. “I like the collar… it’s just…”

The way he trailed off made you furrow your brows. “It doesn’t make you feel like a man?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but found himself closing it again. His face flushed an even deeper scarlet color as he seemed to close in on himself. There was definitely something he wanted to tell you. But that stupid, stubborn pride he flaunts is holding it in. Was he really that insecure about his masculinity? That he won’t even tell you what he wants?

A sigh of discontent left your mouth, and you gently tilted his chin up with your index finger. “Carlos. Talk to me.”

He swallowed nervously. Something similar to unease twinkled in his eyes… as though speaking his mind would cause you to hate him. Oh, dear, it broke your heart to see him so worried. You wanted so badly to pull him to your chest and pet his hair, to tell your big, strong softie that everything’s alright.

But, as much as you wanted to do that, you knew that wouldn’t get an answer from him.

“I…” his voice was weak, like even speaking would upset you. Has Carlos Oliveira ever sounded so shy? “I don’t…”

He trailed off again. Impatience was getting the better of you, causing your hand to release his chin and grasp at his hair. You made sure his eyes were still on you as he let out a tiny whimper. And his eyes were definitely still on you; glazed over with a unique kind of lust you’ve never seen on Carlos. Hell, you couldn’t even put your finger on it.

“Use your words,” you flatly commanded. “You don’t what?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I don’t think… I want to feel like a man right now…”

… Oh.

You rose a brow at him, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. This was something you should’ve seen coming, if you were being honest. You’ve slightly talked about it before. He said that he wasn’t into anything like that, but you know Carlos; you know that look in his eyes when he tells a lie.

“… I see,” you hummed, grip tightening in his hair. “So, you don’t want to feel like a man.” Your eyes narrowed at him. “But you want to feel like a bitch, hm?”

An airy moan left Carlos’ mouth. The cruel pet name caused his dick to twitch with interest as his body tremors from anticipation. He simply nodded at you, the collar jingling with his movements.

Jackpot.

Your free hand smacked his thigh, drawing out a surprises yelp from the black-haired male. He was heaving pathetically now, looking at you with such a delicious stare. The hand in his hair went to the collar as you pulled him closer.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to teach my bitch to talk, then.”

[clusterfuck-dom]

Connor from Detroit become human

WIP I

Sub Connor x Dom Reader

I have so many for him. Help.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: usage of “Detective,” finger sucking, slight mind games and degrading.

His chocolate eyes had an foreign look to them. At least, foreign for Connor. You had never seen them with such an alluring — seductive, even — haze. They were half-lidded, but not in that disinterested way whenever Gavin gives him a hard time. No, this was something different. Something you never thought you would see on such an innocent-looking android.

“Connor,” you carefully began, almost using his very name as a warning. An absentminded hum was all you received, and you figured that was as good as a response as you were going to get from the kneeling brunette. Swallowing thickly, you continued in a low tone, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing, Detective,” his completely flat voice responded. Well, almost completely flat. You barely caught the quiver that happened in his voice, giving away his anticipation and need for you. The little shit was doing this on purpose, huh. Acting sensual enough to grab your attention, but innocent enough to drive you crazy…

Calculative bastard, you bitterly thought to yourself.

His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and guided your hand to his face, leaning his cheek into your touch. CyberLife seemed to go the extra mile to make Connor’s skin feel so lifelike, so soft. It was like silky velvet against your hand, and you caught yourself wondering if the rest of his body was the same way. God, you were falling for this trap that he set up. Damn androids can read humans like an open book, feeding into their desires, and—

A curse slipped out from you when Connor took your thumb into his mouth.

You had no idea how your thumb got that close to his pretty, pink, plastic lips. Maybe it was an unconscious decision your muscles made, inching your thumb closer to his mouth without your damn consent. Whatever the case was, Connor’s warm and wet lips were around your thumb as he gently suckled on it. Those beautiful brown eyes — sultry yet guiltless — continued to stare into your soul. He was definitely analyzing you, catching onto every little movement that gave away your arousal. Man against machine is an unfair battle; you knew it, and the android lapping his tongue against your thumb most definitely knew it.

A soft purr came from the brunette, the ending note going high as if he were asking you a question. And then you realized he was. His lashes slowly fluttered at you, and he tilted his head to the side the slightest bit…

What’s your move?

Oh, that little bitch…

Without warning, you pulled your thumb from his mouth, watching as his lips chased after it and his LED swirled with yellow. Those hooded eyes looked up to you with a blank stare as a trail of saliva connected his tongue and your thumb broke on his bottom lip. His mouth hung partially open, allowing you ample room to stick your index and middle finger into the wet cavity, pressing down on his tongue.

“Didn’t know CyberLife programmed this into you,” you tutted. A pathetic whine came from the kneeling android, his eyes trained on your hand. His LED returned to a brilliant blue as he took gentle hold of your wrist again, and his tongue began to swirl around your two fingers. It felt so close to a human’s tongue, with how silky and moist it was. In fact, you almost believed it belonged to a real person. He ran the faux muscle up the length of your index finger, and wrapped his lips around the top knuckle. Then, after a few suckles, he inched his mouth down your finger to meet the base of your hand. You could feel your finger meet the back of his throat, but it seems as though his programmers neglected to add a gag reflex. Something you’ll most definitely keep in mind.

You felt yourself swallowing thickly once more. “You’re doing that… tasting thing, aren’t you?”

He only batted his eyelashes at you.

Fucking hell, how can something look so innocent and so dirty at the same time? It was like he had no idea what he was doing to you, but also knew exactly what he was doing to you. And it drove you fucking crazy.

Well, if he wants to play THIS game…

You’re on, Connor.

[clusterfuck-dom]

Fuck, sorry for deleting your question, anon. So I’ll answer it here;

Requests are also now open for your thirsts of characters from my masterlist.

Requests are ONLY open for WIPs and your thirsts.

[clusterfuck-dom]

Hmmm

Ethan Winters

Or

Carlos Oliveira

Perhaps?

WIP I

Sub Ethan Winters x Dom Reader

Went with Ethan on this one, cuz I have no idea how to format 2 stories in one post, LMAO.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT

Reader is male.

Contains: cock riding, mentions of bruises and marks, praise, slight organism denial, mentions of passing out.

“Thank you,” his wavy voice cried out, slurred a bit from pleasure. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—!!”

You had no idea what he was thanking you for; it really should’ve been the other way around. It’s not every day you get to see Ethan Winters bounce up and down on your cock, head lulled back with his mouth hanging open. It was truly a heavenly sight, and one that you wished you could see more often. Pretty bruises and marks littered his scarred body, starting from his throat and ending on his thighs, but you were sure the biggest bruises would be that of your fingers gripping onto his hips as he took you like a champ. His leaking cock bobbed with movement while his hands grasped at your shoulders for dear life.

“So good,” you got out through a low groan. The praise seemed to elicit a grateful keen from the blonde man, making you follow up with, “so good for me.”

His breathy moans were interrupted by a hiccuping noise. Rolling down his flushed cheek was a single tear, and you watched him arch his back for you. “Yes..!! Y-yes!!” He began to babble about being good for you, though it was hard to understand through his whimpers and mewls. And, god, it was so hot.

“That’s it, baby.” Your grip got tighter on his hips. “Just like that. You’re doing so well…”

Another sound of delight left his lips. His chest was heaving rapidly, and every exhale turned into an absolutely gorgeous cry. You knew he was going to apologize for this later… for being so loud and needy. He always did after every time (no matter how many times you tell him not to). But right now, it didn’t seem to matter to him as he lost himself on your cock. And it was always so heavenly when he did that.

You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Hell, you were proud of him for lasting this long. He usually came undone first, cum pooling onto both of your torsos as he collapses into you. His eyes roll into the back of his skull and he drools all over your shoulder while you finish. But tonight seemed to be different; in fact, he seemed to be forcing himself to hold out a little longer, tears running down his face as his bright red cock practically turned purple. The sound of his full-on sobs — though arousing — broke your heart. Was he denying himself release for your sake?

“Ethan,” you managed to say between grunts.

His head lulled to the side, cloudy eyes meeting your gaze.

“Ethan, cum.”

A whine came from his lips. “W… wanna cum… with you—!!”

Those words made you frown. He’s already tried this once, and it resulted in him passing out from how it was too much. It scared the ever living shit out you. After that night, you made him promise to cum when he needed to, no matter how embarrassing he thinks finishing before you is. He’s done well to keep his promise ever since…

But tonight…

“Ethan.” Your tone was flat and dangerously low, your cock still fucking into him. “Cum.”

He seemed to shake his head. “I don’t…” a pained hiccup interrupted him. “I-I don’t wann…”

You grabbed his face so he could look at you clearer. There was a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a whimper, his body shrinking under your hard gaze. You could see his cock twitch from your peripherals as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Cum.”

Making it a point to snap your hips up at that angle — the angle that makes him see stars — you watched him cry out and spurt all over himself. You continued to thrust into him as he finished his orgasm, and he fell into your chest with total nonsense spewing from his lips. He keened when he felt a kiss being planted on his forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as breathy moans left his mouth.

“Good, baby…”

[clusterfuck-dom]

A simple one

Uhhh sniper mask

WIP I

Sub Sniper Mask x Dom Reader

Y’all want this man so BAAAAD.

18+ / NSFW CONTENT.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: just slight praising and begging. And a cliffhanger, oh no.

“On your knees,” you firmly instructed him.

The sentence barely left your mouth before you watched him practically collapse to the floor. A loud thud echoed through the room, and part of your mind wondered if there were dark bruises now forming on his knees. But that didn’t matter right now; all that mattered was the shivering masked male now kneeling in front of you, his white dress shirt still buttoned and doing a poor job at covering his bare legs. You bit the inside of your cheek at the sight of his shoulders stuttering with every uneven breath he took.

You honestly never thought you would see this side of him; submissive and obedient, looking up at you as though you were some god. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, you caught sight of the dark shade of pink that peaked out from behind his mask… god, that mask. Your hand gingerly threaded through his dark hair and trailed down to the side of his face. He seemed to know what you were after, because he titled his chin upwards without missing a beat. Taking this as a sign of consent, your fingers gently pried between the mask and his face, finally lifting the piece of porcelain up to slide off his head.

And you were greeted with quite the sight.

Pretty eyes were glazed over and hooded, the steely coloration mixing well with his pure look of desire. His face was flushed with that same dark pink color you saw peaking out from behind his mask; a delectable color that suited him well, might you add. And those lips… though chapped, they looked absolutely desirable with how they were delicately parted. He must’ve recently ran his tongue over them, because there was a thin layer of saliva on his bottom lip.

“What a pretty man,” you commented with total adoration, letting his mask drop behind him so you could let your hand return to the side of his face (the skin was surprisingly soft to the touch… perhaps he takes pride in some sort of skin care routine). A soft but low hum came from his vocal cords as his eyes fluttered shut. Heat poured into the lower region of your abdomen as he leaned into your touch.

Before you knew it, his eyes fluttered open again and connected directly with yours. You could feel how needy he was just from his gaze alone; how he wanted you to run your hands all over his body and fuck him right then, right there. His milky thighs rubbed against each other as you watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Please,” he pathetically begged, his deep voice shaky from anticipation. “Take me.”