Normally, sex isn't something Dennis can even afford to think about it—he's got too much work to do; working the pitt isn't for the weak, and he can't afford to fall behind or disappoint patients.
The consequences of this that yes, you could say he was a bit ... repressed, but everything comes with a cost, doesn't it? Dennis can't let something as animalistic as ... urges get in the way of everything he's worked towards.
So after all this justifying, he even surprises himself when he can't keep his hands off you. The second he has more time for a private life, the two of you are fucking until the sun comes up. He's putting everything he knows about the human body to use to please you; tongue plunged into your cunt, his sharp nose brushing against your clit, his strong, fervent thrusts are leaving you breathless and crying out (this isn't what you expected from sweet, demure dennis). He wants you riding his face, riding his cock. The sheets are sweaty and drenched with your juices and his, the room smells of pure sex. Dennis is relentless, passionate, fully willing to make up for all the time he compartmentalized his desires to stay focused on his career.
It doesn't stop when he's working, either. He's never been one to suffer from intrusive thoughts, but lately there's always an image of your mouth full of his cock or him fucking you from behind, a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet (because god forbid Trinity catches wind of your rendezvous).
And just when you think it's over and you fall asleep, you wake up to Dennis's face in the croak of your neck, leaving kisses over your skin, his fingers exploring your cunt.
"What's gotten into you?" you ask, surprised, pleased.
thinking about dennis whitaker who's a lot stronger than he looks. farm boy, three older brothers, working the er—whitaker's probably a tank in disguise. but because he's so mousy and confidence doesn't ooze out of his every step, people assume.
so when you happen upon the er after taking a spill and word spreads the very charming very breathtakingly beautiful patient in room 12 is dating their very own huckleberry, everyone has just one question.
"how?"
it's clear she hadn't meant to say it aloud. the nurse attending to you—princess—immediately shut her mouth; and you broke into a smile bordering a laugh.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to—"
but you shook your head. "no, it's not . . . i don't take insult to it. he's a lot different here than he is with me, i know, but . . ."
princess didn't know what she expected but it certainly wasn't this; you, bashful and shy, because of him, (what was it garcia called him? oh yeah), white chocolate.
"how did you two meet?" princess asks, rephrasing her question.
and you surprise her again when you launch into an animated story about your first encounter. but what catches her off guard the most is—
"—and then he lifted the fridge, and i managed to get my hamster back out from under. luckily she was okay, but that's the last time i let santos hamster-sit and . . ."
you paused when you noticed princess's confusion; but it dawned on you quickly. "oh, did you not know they were roommates? i thought dennis said everyone knew."
"i did," princess answered. "i just didn't know, uh . . . dennis could lift a fridge."
you blinked, and then all at once as if you'd remembered something, you rushed into your next sentence. "oh, i definitely was not supposed to mention that." frazzled, you continued, "it's . . . he gets shy about showing the better parts of himself, i think, especially at work."
and princess, almost touched by your level vulnerability, reassures you. "it'll be our secret."
naturally, everyone knows by the end of shift.
bonus:
"it was a smaller fridge," dennis said when he caught princess's teasing glance later.
but santos, being the instigator she is, shook her head. "i can't lift a fridge. can you?"
and not looking up from his chart, robby doesn't miss a beat. "i can't even lift a mini-fridge."
Idk if this is uncomfy or no so feel free to ignore but on the topic of freaky sex what about period sex w waterboy?
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no worries, this is fairly tame! love this shit!! afab reader :)
herm’s got towels on standby already— his uncontrollable wetness calling for them— so he has no issues laying another layer down when you’re on your period! he’s actually the first to suggest getting intimate regardless of you menstruating once he found out orgasms can help with cramps and pain during his escapades researching how to help you while you were actively going through organ haemorrhaging. besides, he’s got more than enough water to make clean up easy! what’s a knights purpose if he’s scared of bloodying his sword, am i right?
he may not give you oral while you’re bleeding since there’s bacteria and bits of shed organ lining in your blood and he doesn’t want to get sick, but that doesn’t stop him from using his hands to get you off! he’s a very gentle lover when you’re bleeding; two fingers pumping slowly and deeply inside you as the thumb on his spare hand rubs your clit in soft circles, his voice whispering praises in your ear and calling you the most generous being in the universe for letting him touch you at your most vulnerable.
he’s just as gentle and kind when he’s grinding the tip of his cock against your cervix, cradling your head against his chest and rolling his hips in slow waves. he takes his time unraveling you on his dick, kissing your temple and forehead as he gushes about how warm and wet you feel. a part of him is beaming with ecstasy as you bind to him with your blood, and secretly he’s getting off to the fact that he’s getting covered in your viscera. he’d never tell you that though— he just wants to focus on making you feel good <3
lord forgive me for my freakiness but wb cervix fucking where the tip of his fat long cock just keeps slamming against your cervix and hitting spots you didnt know existed, hes such a cutie worrying about hurting you but youre absolutely losing it from how good and full you feel<3
awawawah…. that man can bruise a cervix alright… fem reader!
your headboard punches holes into the wall with every thrust of his hips. herm’s grip on your waist loosens as he pulls out just until the tip is all that remains snug in your warm cunt, then tightens as he slams his cock back inside you from behind. his tip kisses bruises on your cervix, his long cock stretching you with ease thanks to his water and your arousal.
every thrust punches a moan out of your lungs, your hands gripping the sheets desperately as you shove your face into the wet pillow and sob syllables that vaguely resemble his name. you sound broken from the stimulation, the plush pillow doing little to muffle your noises. he feels a twinge of guilt for liking this so much.
herm shivers when he feels your pussy flutter around his cock. he looks down where he disappears inside of you, your combined wetness connecting his ginger bush with your ass with thin strings each time he pulls back. a whine slithers from his throat, and he leans over your arched back to graze his lips against your ear.
“i-is this good, m-my love?” he whimpers, voice high and shattered. “i’m not— oh my god— not hurting you, am i? i’m a- i’m being a good boy for you, right?”
your tongue betrays you by killing off any coherent response, leaving you no other choice but to nod into the pillow. you can’t even register how sore your back’s become from his constant pounding, for the mind numbing pleasure coursing through your nerves erases anything that isn’t him filling you to your brim from your senses. hot water runs down your body as he pulls you even closer by ribboning his arms around your waist. you can feel him smile in the curve between your neck and your shoulder, kissing your flushed skin as you babble mindlessly in his ear.
“s-so good— m… my pretty girl feels so wet a-and tight…! love you so mu-uch!” a guttural moan spills from his lips as you tighten around his cock from his praise. “shit!”
he fucks you harder, pounding his head against your cervix with brutal force. you’re sure your pussy going to bruise like a bitch in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to think about that right now when herm tilts your head with a hand around your jaw and takes your lips in a wet, chaotic kiss. you can always ask him to kiss it better, can’t you?
CONTENT: You're a Dispatcher from another program. What happens when you catch the eye of the Phoenixes? Or how they act when they have a crush on you <3
Oh, he has enough problems to deal with. Mostly from his own program. So why the fuck is he thinking about someone from another?
The first time he encountered you was in the break room, when you were cursing the damn stupid fucking coffee maker that won't work and he helped you out by plugging the unplugged cord.
He'll never forget how your eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief, before you turned to face him and he almost sputtered in shock when he saw your face fully. You told him it was the stress from your program getting to you, and Robert could barely contain his amused smile at that.
After a short introduction and an embarrassing apology, Robert watched you leave the room with a dangerous curiosity curling in his chest.
He quickly finds out you're another Dispatcher in their branch, but how come he's never seen you before? As if a flip has been switched, he begins to notice you every time now.
He gets distracted when he hears your voice cutting through the channel, providing him assistance whenever his program needs it.
He always bumps into you during morning coffee runs, almost spilling his coffee on you one too many times. Or vice versa.
The two of you are the only ones ending the shifts late, and he purposefully slows tidying up his desk just so he could wait for you to finish.
He wonders if you were a former hero like him, and spends his free time obsessively analyzing you from across the room just to guess which one were you.
It got to the point Chase notices it, and Robert has never lived a day without his former babysitter now mentor teasing the ever life of him.
Whenever the two of you end your shifts late again, Robert waits until you're done and walks up to you with Beef in his arms. Then, he'll ask if he could walk you home, just to make sure you get home safe, and lights up when you agree—for the third time.
He brings you coffee every morning, just the way you like it. He gives you advice and spends late night conversations walking home, wanting to stretch the hours just so he could spend more time with you.
Z-team already caught on before he knew it, and every single one of them makes his life a living hell by pulling the most embarrassing things at work just to tease him.
Chase even comments about, "Next thing I know, you're gonna fucking settle down and start the fourth Robert Robertson with them." But somehow, that thought doesn't seem too bad in his mind.
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INVISIGAL
Oh, she would be the most annoying bitch in the building.
You know how cats are? Actively seek your attention, purr in delight when they get it, just to act all hissy and avoid you for the rest of the day when you spoil them too much. In the end, they'll continue coming back for more because they're so curious.
Yeah, it's like that for Visi.
She'd have this stalkerish tendencies of following you whenever you go while invisible, just to know what places you like to visit or what food you eat.
She'll leave snacks on your desk, the ones she found out while following you, but never tells you it's from her. Just watches from the corner you look around the room, confused, while she tells you to eat the fucking thing in her mind.
Following that cat-like behavior, she'll also leave you random gifts she has stolen from different shops. The exact ones that she saw you eyeing through a glass window, or heard from a conversation with another Dispatcher.
Wants to desperately talk to you, but figured you're busy with your own program so she settles on staring at you while Robert hasn't called for her yet.
The time she finally gets to talk to you was when Robert was talking to you first, and she casually slides into the conversation, ignoring Robert's baffled expression.
When you laugh at one of her jokes, Visi took that as a cue and proceeds to steal you away from Robert. Then, chaos ensues.
She begins to hover, appearing out of nowhere just to surprise you. Especially in the most inconvenient times, which happens to be her favorite. She does it one time when you're changing in the locker room, and has the audacity to laugh at your terrified expression while you're half-naked on the floor.
And god, the sex jokes. They never stop. At first she does it for shits and giggles, until she starts to drop more and more around you. To the point when you finally reciprocate it, catching her off guard and flustered for once.
Whenever you feel someone's staring at you, it's most likely Visi. Just standing there at the corner whenever you're on shift, staring and waiting, with that dark indecipherable glint in her eye.
She also does not shy away from checking you out. Continuing to do so even after you catch her and call her out. She just gives you this coy smirk and wink, before she disappears from sight.
Clings to you for the rest of her remaining free time, just chatting, yapping, and teasing. When she jokes about you taking her on a date, you agree casually. She freezes and gives you this wide-eyed stare, before vanishing yet again.
After a long day and shift, you're just about to leave the building and head home when you feel an invisible tug on your arm and see Visi manifesting there—grinning up at you.
"You still owe me that date, casanova."
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WATERBOY
Oh, the poor guy's a goner the moment he develops a crush. And he's terribly obvious with it.
I can't decide between two HCS of him. Either he's clinging to the person he likes or entirely avoiding them (much like in my waterboy fanfic), but for now let's HC him as both.
During his time as a janitor, he'll avoid you at all costs. Because he thinks you're way out of his league, and he's just a nobody cleaning after everyone's mess. But what made him like you instantly was your politeness.
Even when it was his job to clean up, you always made sure to tidy around a bit to save him some trouble. He'll approach you, shaking and nervous, telling you how you didn't need to do that and you shouldn't bother with it.
Instead of disregarding him, you just gave him a soft smile and told him you didn't mind. "I've seen you working hard around here, you deserve some help too. And in case no one has told you yet, thank you."
Oh, heart eyes behind his goggles. Next to Robert, you're the second person to acknowledge him with kindness and patience. It's the bare minimum, but after a long time of enduring bullying, being taken for granted, and not being recognized—it was like a beacon of hope.
He asks the first person he trusts for advice, Robert, about how to have more confidence and not make a fool of himself around you. But even after receiving a few advice, Waterboy still cannot work up the courage to talk to you.
It's only after Robert chose him to be a part of the Z-team when Waterboy builds a little more confidence in himself. Maybe because the others have been a bad influence on him, but he sees it as a good thing.
The next time he talks to you, he doesn't stutter as much. He still gets nervous, terribly nervous, but somehow your comforting energy calms him. He doesn't see any malice or judgement in your eyes, you welcome his presence whenever you're eating in the break room.
He also greatly admires your skills as a Dispatcher, being one of the top programs in the branch, and he sometimes wonder how it's like working under you.
And– And not in that way. Maybe.
With his newfound confidence, he's able to initiate more conversations with you. He'll show you pictures of his grandma's cats, bond over your similar interests, and hang around the break room during your free time.
He buys you your favorite snacks and leaves little sentimental notes on your desk. As well as gifts that reminded him of you.
He won't hesitate to clean your desk up, even when you tell him you're perfectly capable of doing it, he still takes the initiative. Not because it's his job, but because he wants to reciprocate the kindness you've given him.
And the entire team is either supportive or disgusted (affectionately) whenever you pass by and greet him with a smile, because this man will turn into a puddle—staring after you dazedly as he waves back with the dreamiest smile you'll ever see him wear.
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FLAMBAE
This guy. God, this guy becomes unbearable.
You know those kinds of people who'll take any and every opportunity to show off in front of their crushes? Yeah, Flambae will absolutely do the most just to get you to notice him.
At first he doesn't notice you. Why would he? He doesn't have the time for others, especially when they're not anywhere near his level.
But then the team goes out for drinks one night, when he sees you there at the bar—still donned in your SDN uniform like Robert—and he gapes in shock because, woah, how come he's never seen you before? Surely, he would've noticed a pretty face like yours around the place.
After downing a shot, he makes his way over—suave, sure of himself, and totally ignoring his team exchanging cash behind him—and slides beside you.
"New around here?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "Pretty sure I would've seen someone like you before, cuz you're very easy on the eyes. Mind If I buy you a drink, hot stuff?"
He only receives an eye roll, before you grab your drink and smile at him. "Already bought myself one. Try again next time." Then, you slip away towards your booth, leaving him bewildered.
He's not even focused on Prism cheering loudly with cash in hand or Malevola groaning in disappointment in the background, because in his head, the game's only just begun. Oh, it's on.
He immediately locks in on you the moment he sees you at work, headset on your shoulders in that ugly blue uniform that you somehow pull off.
And the show begins. He unironically flexes his muscles every time you pass by, not even sparing him a glance. He stops by your cubicle to strike up a conversation, but it's more like him bragging about his recent missions and how awesome he is, to which you'll always sigh.
Sometimes, he'll ignore Robert's direct orders to stay focused on the mission. Because he'll see you walking around Torrance on your day off, and immediately flies after you. Much to your dismay. At least he became useful carrying all your grocery bags back to your apartment.
It doesn't stop there. If anything, he takes it up a notch and personally asks you out for drinks. Once, twice, until three times isn't enough, and the fourth time involves him dropping off a pack of tacos on your desk—still no luck.
The fifth was when he sees you entering the elevator, and he swiftly slips past the doors just before they shut. The moment you make eye contact, he grins while you sigh again.
"So," He pants, slicks his hair back. "That date? Gonna give me a chance? I promise you, it's gonna be great! Because you're gonna be with me. And I'll make sure it's gonna be awesome."
He expects another rejection, he wouldn't mind trying for a sixth time, but then you sigh again and smile at him. "You know what? Sure, why not? But if it sucks, I'm gonna report you to HR."
Fuck yeah.
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PRISM
One thing about Prism, she likes to shine and let others watch her shine. She'll absolutely let you know if she likes you.
But I feel like she wouldn't approach you at first, she's the type to let others do the first move. She's a popstar after all, not a fan. The others should be the ones approaching her.
And that's what you did. In the break room, she sees you standing at the entrance and feels your stare. Normally, she'll let the moment pass and ignore it. After all, she's used to fans and shit.
But that changes when you approach her, and you reveal that you've been listening to her music recently. Especially during writing up reports late at night. Not as a fan praising their idol, but as a genuine compliment from another person.
And wait, you're actually cute up close. She might just be interested in you after that.
Somehow, after that encounter, Prism starts opening up to you. She'll show up in the office, and starts calling you pet names in front of everyone. Her favorite one is baby, because she enjoys the look of shock and the tiny blush on your face.
Gives you special treatment than her actual fans, makes you listen to her unreleased drafts, and even takes candid photos of you whenever you're busy.
She even starts decorating her vape with embezzled jewels with your initials, thinks it's cool and shows it to you.
She even tweets cryptic things on her page like "god my baby's so cute" "y'all ever wanna drop to your knees and worship a god? not religious, but i might!" or even "looks like I have a new type ;))"
Watch her fans go crazy and try to come up with theories who she's referring to. A whole investigator level type of shit that absolutely amuses her. But really, she only has one target audience. And that's you.
She starts taking more pics of you, actually good ones that compliment your features, and even poses with your face out of the frame to post it. Just to see her fans go wild. She then asks you for your number to send them—smooth, casual, and a total score for her.
You give it to her, and she's immediately spamming you with your pics later that night. Her pics. Song recommendations. Show recommendations. As well as places while following with a "wouldn't it be nice to go here for a date?" message after.
She's not exactly subtle in work either. Blows a kiss in your direction, lets her touch linger on your arm, your shoulder, and back when she's passing. She becomes bolder, wilder, and she's not stopping until she gets what she wants.
Late at night, she's glued to her phone again—scrolling through tweets and current trends—when she sees your contact name (my baby) and opens it to see your message replying to the place she sent for a date idea.
She only laughs and maybe even melts a little when she sees your message, "how about I take you out there sometime?"
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PUNCH UP
His recent break up with Coupé left him considering his romantic preferences afterwards. Not that the relationship was bad, but they were both villains at that time, so it really didn't last long.
For a while, he's not really interested in another relationship. That is until he met you. And shite, he understands why they call it love at first sight.
The first time he sees you is during a conference meeting with the Z-team. You enter the room to call for Blonde Blazer, and Punch Up's jaw literally drops and his eyes widens comically at the sight of you.
He remembers sitting up straighter, trying to appear taller, and fiddles with his mustaches while he sneaks glances in your direction.
On the outside, he appears confident and sure if himself. But deep inside him, he's conscious that someone like you wouldn't be interested in him. Hell, he already expects a rejection.
If only his powers didn't fucking make him shrink to this size, he would've been more forward in courting you. Plus, he figures you wouldn't want to be with someone half your fucking height.
Still, Punch Up can't help but puff up his chest or slick his hair back whenever you cross paths. He'll even compliment you on your work, to which you're surprised at, but you'd smile down at him in gratitude.
That gave him an inkling of hope, you didn't look at him weirdly or find his approach off-putting, so he decides to take a step further.
Starts leaving flowers on your desk. Gives you random compliments and encouragement just in case you need a boost in morale. Brings you coffee—bittersweet and light—when he notices you looking down after a shift.
Totally becomes a gentleman to make up for his lack of height, but the latter part didn't seem to bother you at all. You always thank him with a warm smile that never fails to heat his cheeks and make him feel all giddy.
Like Waterboy, heart eyes every time he sees you. Visibly melts when you smile at him. Grins so wide whenever you make a joke or laugh at his. He quickly becomes your cheerleader and hype man, providing both encouragement and comfort.
He jokingly suggests he could give you some massage after seeing you rolling your shoulders around, lightly bragging about his firm touch and expertise, and is totally shocked when you agree.
Yeah, he's spending the whole time grinning so wide while he's giving you back massage in the break room. Also, glares at everyone who enters and gives him a weird look.
You make him feel like he's normal, like he doesn't need to prove anything just because he's lacking in certain areas. You treat him just the same as everyone, and he actually thinks you're perfect.
He will absolutely do anything to protect you. He may not be the brightest, but hurting you is the last thing on his mind.
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COUPÉ
Contrary to popular belief, Coupé is an absolute flirt—genuinely trying or not—and she has no problem using her charm on everyone. Proven and tested on Sonar and Punch Up. Robert too, if you include that time in Crypto Night.
The first time she sees you in the office, her eyes gleams dangerously like the knives tucked into her wings. You're not even doing anything remotely interesting, but something about you triggers her fascination.
And if you knew Coupé, then that would be a dangerous thing to develop.
Starts gathering more information about you, using her skills as an assassin to remain undetected. And like the crime in her profile, she's a stalker. But then again, that's part of the whole package.
Once she has eyes on something, or someone, she develops an unhealthy fixation on them. Spends so much time lurking, eavesdropping, and stalking just to find more details about you and your life.
She doesn't even know why she became so entranced by you, but all she knew was whoever dares to approach you, they'll have to answer to her.
Okay, yeah. I'm picking up on slight yandere tendencies to her. Something about her screams obsession at first sight, and as an assassin, she never stops until she captures her target.
Or in this case, you.
She memorizes your routine outside SDN, your work and personal schedule, every time you clock in and out of the office. Then, she uses all her gathered information to her advantage.
Meaning, she'll weaponize them into getting your attention.
Going back to the first bullet, she'll use her charm to disarm you the next time you go out for drinks. She's always one step ahead of you, already there in every corner you turn, just so she can make sure her existence is branded into your mind.
Then, after introductions that's where she'll flirt. Gets touchy immediately after a couple of words exchanged. Lightly plays with your hair, strokes your jaw, whispers low in your ear.
An absolute tease once you get close to her. Or rather, once she gets close to you. She always keeps her gaze on you from every corner of the room. Steps in immediately if she detects someone linger too close.
Hey, this might be a bit manipulative to others' taste. But it hasn't stopped her from getting what she wants. Plus, she's not doing anything illegal. She just has a terrible crush on a Dispatcher from another program.
And if you ever say no to her, she'll do whatever it takes to change your mind.
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GOLEM
Golem is a certified green flag, and I will DIE on that hill. Have you heard his voice lines when talking to the girls? Marriage material, honestly.
Okay, I'm gonna be honest, this is gonna be difficult because he literally is a construct. But we're not going past that, we're just going to stick to crushes.
Golem rarely develops any romantic interest in anyone, mostly because he knows he doesn't have any chance with them. Thinks everyone is way out of his league, and they wouldn't want someone like him.
But when it comes to you, he's SMITTEN. This man is my goat right here, he deserves so much love pls. Anyway, he literally stands still like a deer in headlights—you'd actually think he turned into a clay statue—the first time he sees you.
Canonically, he loves listening to music and poetry. So he starts hyperfixating on making playlists and poems with the thought of you. He already has a hundred songs dedicated to you, the Dispatcher from another program, and written at least thirty poems about how you look.
He REALLY wants to show you all the work he's done, but hesitates because what if you think he's being creepy?
Thankfully, maybe because of some miracle, you're the one who approached him during his break time outside the building. His usual spot is by the parking lot, where he'll just sit and listen to his newly made playlist and write poems about everything he sees.
"Whatcha listening to, big guy?"
It takes a lot to scare Golem, but the sound of your voice—soft and curious—startles him. He immediately snaps his gaze towards you, blinks, and just stares. Not saying a word. Totally starstruck as if you're top tier a superhero. Maybe you were in the past.
You apologized for scaring him, but he simply shakes his head and quietly shows you his phone. The current song he's listening to makes your eyes brighten, and he has to stop the clay on his body from physically melting.
He finds out you two have similar tastes in music, and when you ask about what he's writing, he doesn't even hesitate on showing you.
He doesn't even stop you when you get to the ones he's written about you. He later reveals how they're all about you, better get it off of his chest and move on, but he's more surprised to see you smiling.
You told him it's the first time anyone has ever written a poem about you, and he's honestly shocked by that.
Oh, one thing about poets. Once they like you, everything they do will be tied to your name.
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SONAR
God, this fucking pervert. Really, he is a pervert.
But somehow, he manages to keep himself maintained in front of you. Barely. He still likes to let his eyes linger on your body. Once. Twice. Okay, maybe lots of times.
Malevola actually hit him hard on his head after catching him drooling over and eyefucking you, and not wanting to anger her, he promises to keep himself in his best behavior.
Again, barely.
The best thing he can do is resort to his intelligence. Cuz c'mon, not to brag or anything, but he's a Harvard graduate. So, that's gotta impress you right?
Yeah, he was humbled immediately when you just stared at him and proceeded to give a thumbs up. "Cool, man. I mean, I have some friends from there as well. But we're not in touch anymore."
Just when he thinks all hope is lost, you follow up a question on what his majors were. Oh, watch him turn into the most insufferable yapper known to existence. Infodumps intensely, sticks to your side even when you're busy on the job, and just rambles.
He secretly wonders if he's bothering you or you're just accepting everything he's saying because you pity him, but you genuinely seem invested and even quip a comment every once in a while.
Okay, good. Maybe this can work out just fine. Except that his attraction towards you becomes more obvious. He squeaks more around you (a habit when he's nervous) and his ears twitch when he hears you talking, even from across the room.
He asks a lot of questions about you as well. He plays it off as mutual interest, but he desperately wants to know if he truly has a chance with you or if you're way out of his league to even bother to court.
But that's not what seals the deal. It was when he managed to make you laugh at his dry jokes the first time, and he swears it was the best day of his life.
He's actively trying not to overstep his boundaries, also asks about your interests and is genuinely thrilled to discover you have similar ones. Besides drugs and boobs, or maybe you like the second one too, but he's not gonna ask about that. Yet.
Sonar is actually a sweet guy once you get to know him well enough. But not the kind of sweet you typically see on romance stories, but the kind that annoys you at the same time.
But he means well, he's smart enough to know not to fuck this up. It might be his only chance after all. Even Malevola's constant teasing how you're way out of his league, he still continues to impress you with new things day by day.
Sonar now has three favorite things: drugs, boobs, and the new addition, you.
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MALEVOLA
Malevola, much like the other girls, can be a massive flirt if she wants.
But most of the time, it's all just for fun and it's how she normally interacts with others. If she liked them, of course. Platonically or romantically. She does it so naturally, kind of forward at times to the point that it might make others uncomfortable and she doesn't realize it. Or maybe she does, she just continues to do it for her own amusement.
So when she develops a crush on you, oh it's not gonna take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Even Sonar notices it the moment his best friend starts eyeing someone from across the room. Follows her line of sight, sees you getting up from your seat, and immediately says to himself, "Oh, they're so fucked."
"They're about to be," Malevola casually quips, winking at the bat hybrid. "Watch and learn how it's done, batman."
She proceeds to harass charm you during your free time. Literally glides the tip of her tail along the length of your leg as you walk by, startling you completely, before she boldly pins you to the wall and grins deviously at you. "Hey there, cutie. Didn't catch your name before. Mind throwing it?"
All she received was a shocked and scandalized look from you, before you slipped under her arm and walked away—continuing your day as if nothing happened. And the whole time, Sonar was hiding his giggles while recording the whole thing. "Holy shit, that was fucking bad. They're so not impressed, Mal."
But for the demon? That's nothing but a challenge. She just grins wider and crosses her arms. "Playing hard to get, huh? My kinda game."
Now you got yourself a literal demon warrior harassing flirting with you wherever you go. If you think Flambae was extra, this woman is much worse. Pops out of nowhere through her portal and surprises you. Gets really touchy when you're in the break room, arm around your shoulder and leaning so close to your face. Her voice lowers, thickens, and drips with suggestion every time she talks to you.
All the while, both you and Sonar are the victims of this. Especially you. And over time, you get used to her advances, even tolerating her touches to some extent. Toss your own flirtatious remark here and there. But you still jump away when her hands start to wander lower than you'd like, causing you to glare at her and she winks at you.
"I get that your love language is physical touch, but that's straight up harassment." Sonar comments one day, to which Malevola rolls her eyes. "Aren't you like worried about getting reported?"
"I should've been reported already," She retorts, shrugging. "But I wasn't. Something tells me they're interested too."
But for your sake, Malevola downplays all her advances to friendly pats and light flirtation. She's not worried for herself, but she's worried about your reputation. Something she didn't take into consideration at first. So, for the next following days, she keeps her hands to herself and refrains from making you too uncomfortable
In front of everyone, she turns into a saint. Addresses you politely, never lets her eyes linger for a second too long, and doesn't approach you as much as she used to before. Sonar is not the only one confused, even you are baffled at the sudden change. She treats you like you're mere acquaintances, nothing more, and she notices the way your eyes begin to seek hers whenever she avoids yours.
However when she finally gets you alone in the elevator, she pins you to the wall again with her hands rest on your waist. "Okay, I'm done playing pretend. You want this or not?"
You raised an eyebrow at her, but not making a move to remove her hands. "We're at work. We could get into trouble."
Malevola grins down at you, hands falling lower. "We could get into trouble elsewhere then?"
This time, you don't stop her.
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BLONDE BLAZER
HR department is either nonexistent or is fucking blind to everything happening in this branch.
Because Blonde Blazer is not exactly subtle when it comes to her little (not-so-secretive) crush towards you. Hell, everyone already knows how much she likes you. How obvious she is just being around your cubicle all of the time and the lingering shoulder touches she does.
Everyone knows, except you.
And it honestly frustrates her, because she's pretty sure she's being as straightforward as she could. Asks you out for lunch or dinner outside the office during your free time. Hovers around you, literally, when you're walking home. You know, just making sure you get home safely.
Even though she knows she needs to be professional, she just can't help the nervous flutter in her chest when she's around you. You unknowingly make her feel like Mandy, and not Blazer. The way you talk to her, as if you could see past her powers and her amulet, makes her hopelessly pining after you.
Everyone else just keeps quiet, and at this point, no one bats an eye anymore. Chase even tells her to give up, Robert advises her to make her intentions known directly, but she ignores both of them because she knows she can do this.
Honestly, if she doesn't know about your past, she'll be convinced your superpower was being oblivious.
Because you honestly can't see the special treatment she's giving you. The praises and compliments that spill out of her mouth. How her voice and gaze softens when around you.
And you just accept everything like it was normal, maybe you honestly think she was being nice.
She even invites Robert for a drink, sitting on top of the billboard again, a bottle in her hand while she's venting her frustrations and he's chugging his own beer with a deadpanned expression.
Blazer with a crush is honestly just like a Golden Retriever. Hopeless, loyal to a fault, adorable yet kinda a mess. She ends up drinking Robert's beer after he offers it, then composes herself once she chucks the empty bottle into the unknown.
"Just tell them how you really feel," Robert shrugs, quite done with the whole ordeal. "What's the worse thing that can happen?"
"Rejection? Resignation? Not being able to talk to them anymore?" Okay, maybe she's a little tipsy now. But honestly, she doesn't fucking care anymore. Maybe she should stop with the whole thing, move on like she did with Phenomaman, but that was easier than this.
Robert claps her shoulder, a look of pity visible on his features. "Hey, don't take it personally. Next time, you can–"
Her phone beeps, a notification, and Blazer holds up a finger as she checks it. She almost shot up to the skies and threw her phone or Robert when she reads your message.
"Soooo, Chase filled me in with the whole thing. Says you're doing all these because you like me? Sorry for being oblivious and not catching on quick :'D"
Then, before she could type a reply, another message shows up.
"How about a date tomorrow night? My treat ;))"
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ROYD
Now, Royd is two things: a gearhead and a science nerd. But even with these super awesome traits, he has zero clue how to work on feelings.
He has people taking interest in him before here and there, but again, he's a gearhead and a science nerd. He's not too focused on all those lovey dovey things.
At least that's what he thought before he met you.
You're a Dispatcher, a damn good one at that, and he can't help but admire you and how you run your program.
Unlike with everyone else, he acts super clumsy around you. Doesn't even realize he's fumbling his words when he's talking to you, totally thinks he's doing well however.
As a gearhead, he'll craft you up some gadget that he thinks can help you with your dispatches. Others are confused why you suddenly have this advanced headset (lowkey jealous).
A very hands-on person, Royd will definitely be an acts of service kind of guy. Opens the door for you, fixes up things you don't even need to fix, brings you down to his lab as an excuse he needs your help.
But in reality, he just wants to impress you with his work. You just sit there in the corner, watching him in his element, and flushes whenever you compliment him.
Also, absolutely loves it when you ask questions. About his work, his inventions, his tools. Everything. He just wants to share a piece of his life with you—kind of like a silent invitation for you to accept him.
Even though he doesn't have much idea on how romance works, he's genuinely sweet and thoughtful that it's so natural for him.
You might mistake it as a mere act of kindness however, and he's bummed out when he realizes. Turns to Robert for advice, and will absolutely try to discreetly keep your identity hidden while he explains his dilemma.
Only for Robert to clock him and say your name, "Just ask them out. You've known each other for a while. They've been here longer than I am. Trust me, it's better to take the risk than to lose the chance."
"You think I should?" Royd asks, distracting himself with a part of Robert's suit.
"You definitely should. You never know, they might like you back."
That comforts and inspires Royd, and he immediately thinks of an idea how to ask you out.
The next time he requests your "help" down his lab again, you arrive there shortly and see something you never expect to see.
A holographic image of you, along with the following words gleaming below. "You don't make me feel like a gearhead or a science nerd. You make me feel special, but not as special as you are."
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PHENOMAMAN
After his break-up with Blonde Blazer, Phenomaman believes he won't find another one like her.
One as charming, dedicated, admirable, and fiercely empowering. Someone who can keep up with his strength and match it just the same. And that thought causes him to lose motivation.
He's sure he won't find someone else. Maybe not on this planet. No one will compare to her.
But suddenly, you came into the picture. Simple, normal, and completely fragile looking compared to him. Just honestly speaking, he thinks you're physically weaker just because you're human and smaller than him. Though not in a bad way.
But he comes to find that not all strengths to be admired should only be from physical traits or impressive feats.
Sometimes, a human's strength is through their compassion and drive. Seeing you so passionate in guiding your team during dispatch has him reflecting on his preferences. He doesn't normally become attracted to individuals like you, but something about your dedication to your work inspires him.
He starts to become more curious.
Humans, in general, fascinate him. How they interact with each other. How they share their thoughts, emotions, victories, and losses. It took him a while to adjust to this world, and it was admittedly difficult.
But after meeting you, someone who's the entire opposite of him, he becomes open to expanding his perspective.
What do humans call it? A crush? Not physically crushing like how he does with his enemies, but the one they refer to as this fluttery thing in their stomach.
He gets that around you, has zero clue why, but he had never felt it before. Not even around Blazer. He greatly admires his past lover, but maybe that was the reason for their separation. There was a lack of the fluttery feeling in his stomach.
Just pure admiration as an equal and a partner.
So, he begins to hover around you. Trailing behind everywhere you go like a curious puppy. You didn't seem to mind his presence. In fact, you humor him every time and joke about him being your personal guard dog.
He doesn't think he is, but if you are in need of protection, then he won't hesitate to provide you some. He also gives you some of his edible arrangements as a token of his fascination, and he feels the fluttery feeling intensify when you smile at him.
You're the first person to let him feel anything else other than being a superhero.
Waterboy's cheeks are melting on your hands as you kiss him fiercely around his face. He has such a dopey expression, accompanied by his confused noises, his hands landing on your waist. You peck him on the nose. And again. Now you're rubbing your noses together.
"You're in a mood good—good mood?" he stutters, still processing your loud affection for him.
"Yup," you say, giving him a look, "I missed you, Hermy."
"You too!" he smiles, and as you lean in for another kiss, something pokes your thigh.
what's the term for having a marking kink ? yeah, herm has that... I... I have that-
nsfw, herm x gn!reader, reader wears lipstick | minor's dni
Herm loves when you mark him, in and out of the bedroom.
He gets butterflies when you bite him, he knows he'll be able to trace the form of your teeth with his finger later. He especially likes when you bite his hands or forearms, knowing he'll get to see these marks in particular much more frequently.
He tenses and trembles when you leave bright red scratch marks and crescents along his back, chest, and arms. He wouldn't consider himself a masochist, but he gets weak at the sensation of your nails digging into him. He loves having pretty little reminders of you, of your touch, that linger for days.
His breath catches in his throat whenever you cup his face in your hands, pressing kisses all over his face and throat. He's obsessed with the sticky sweetness your lipsticks leave behind on his skin and his chest swells with love as he watches how their tint blurs with the water that trails down his forehead and cheeks.
His face flushes when he catches glimpses of himself in the mirror, his pale, otherwise flawless skin now decorated with deep red and purple hickies you've left all along his body.
And god forbid you want him to wear a bracelet or ring or necklace, even under his suit for only you and him to know about. And if you're an artist, please paint on him. Watercolors go a long way and he loves the feeling of your brush against his back as your straddle his hips and take your time connecting his freckles.
Herm adores carrying these little 'tokens' from you, reminding him of your love throughout his day. They prove to him that he's wanted, that he's needed. That he's loved. That he makes you happy.
Herman's a sucker for the ways you mark him and he's trying his best to figure out how to politely ask you for more <3
thinking abt herm with a partner who wears his clothes… maybe his silly little metal band shirts/hoodies that he really doesn’t wear all that much bc of his power. how adorably big it all is on them, and afterwards when it’s left in his laundry pile it smells like them 🩷 not very spicy but ahhh he’s so cutiepie
i can find a way to make this somewhat 'spicy.'
that definitely is so freakin sad to think about, for one- i love wearing band tees and i'd be super upset if i was soaking wet all the time and couldn't wear them!! sigh. herm would definitely be happy to at least live vicariously through you, adoring the way you look in his baggy Abbath t-shirt. in fact, you learn quite quickly how much of his wardrobe consists of shirts and hoodies for a variety of metal bands
taking the shirts home with you sometimes, sending him selfies in them to show him you're absolutely loving having his shirts to wear whenever. omg, just imagine showing him you've styled it into an actual outfit and you're not just wearing it as loungewear. i think he'd be so satisfied seeing that!! (but definitely will want to show you some songs by whatever band it is if you don't listen to them, in case some loser tries to pull the 'name 5 songs' maneuver on you in public)
dare i say... sending him sexy pictures while wearing his shirt... completely bare on your lower half, raising the hem of the baggy, long shirt up to show him hehe
DARE I SAY... fucking while you're only wearing one of the band shirts...
he's definitely a laundry sniffer. when you leave the shirt behind from the last time you stayed over at his house and wore it, he's sniffing it with love (or possibly lust) when you're gone. he can't hold onto it for too long, though, or else it'll get too wet and stop smelling like you.
ahh... i can't stop thinking about the concept of flashing him in a pic wearing his shirt... he'd die on the spot. so cute
getting fingered by herm… his fingers would be so long and filling ahhhh
DELICIOUS! mmm skinny lanky boy hands
★waterboy x bottom!gn!reader
★nsfw
☆praise this boy's hands, first of all. they're definitely huge, and those slender fingers are soft and gentle at the same time. he needs to know just how hot they are
☆i know we never see him gloveless, but he definitely has vascular hands, considering how skinny he is. they look sooo good on you already, and look even better when he's fingering you... (just imagine the veins on his wrist flexing with his fingers' movements too GUH)
☆if you're inexperienced, he may worry that he'd hurt you, but he's probably very dexterous with his fingers. just relax with him and let him figure you out slowly :3
☆he LOVES to kiss you while he's fingering you. to a point where you get a little annoyed that you can't watch his hands working tbh.
☆i wholeheartedly believe that if it went on for long enough, and he was getting so into the feeling of you clenching around his fingers & imagining that feeling on his dick, he might just come in his pants while he's fingering you lol.
☆your own fingers could notttt compare to his, you would find yourself missing them so much whenever you're alone. he can just reach spots you can't, and he plunges them so perfectly inside you, finding ways to reach your most sensitive spots if it's the last thing he'll do
☆he definitely prefers to make you come at least once with his fingers before fucking you- he's just a service top like that
☆surprises you by prying your legs open with his other hand :3
"Fuck, Herm, let me see." You pull yourself away from his kiss to speak breathlessly, and his pathetic, dejected expression at the loss of your lips on his doesn't match the pace he's using his fingers on you at all.
Rather than whine for what he wants, Herm stands up straight again, looking down to observe the way your body reacts to his varied ministrations. When he curls his fingers in just the right way, your legs shut around his hand, and you practically squeak at the pleasure.
"I-Is that good?" He asks, not out of a need for reassurance, but what seems like an attempt at dirty talk. He's not letting up with his fingers, scissoring them inside you between presses on that sensitive spot he had found, a balance of intense pleasure and the feeling of being filled, stretched around him.
"So good."
You all but gasp when he places his other hand on your knee, pressing your leg down to the mattress under you, exposing more of you to his now-hungry eyes.
i adore submissive waterboy like its literally my bread and butter. but on that same note. i also love the idea of him being so submissive and so lost in his own world and obsession with you and everything about you that it turns into him being unintentionally dominate. like he has you pinned down and its been hours and hes shooting nothing but blanks and water at this point but hes still just mindlessly rutting into you, babbling incoherently around "thank you" and "mine" and "please stay with me" and "never leave" and "i need you" and youre sore and tired and definitely at risk of getting a UTI at this point but every time you try to push him off or get up or suggest that you should stop his grip around your waist gets tighter and he pushes his face further into your neck and starts whining, begging you to stay and pushing you further into his plastic wrapped mattress. hes so unnaturally strong and with him being so tall hes definitely bigger than you and hes using his entire body to cage you in and push himself deeper into you, apologizing as he ignores your cries of pain and discomfort, hes just so caught up in the fact that someone is actually willingly touching him and letting him do this, he cant believe that youre genuinely sexually attracted to him so hes afraid that if he lets you go now youll just get up and leave forever, leave him wanting you and craving your touch. he already feels guilty about what hes doing but hes so drunk on you and the feeling of being inside you that he cant stop himself, hed open up your skin and crawl into it if he could but for now all he cant do is just hold you so tight that his hands are leaving bruises on your skin, his nails are digging into you so hard it draws blood that mixes with the pools of water hes created around you, hes hanging onto every sound you make like a sailor being taunted by sirens and he knows that if he lets you get up now he wont be able to explain himself, and maybe you WILL start you hate him, and you WILL leave, and he'll just be a lonely little unloved freak again, so he has to keep you there and cherish this moment for as long as he can. even if its wrong. even if it hurts. he cant let go of you no matter what.
you just wrote the fic for me. thank you for doing my job anon... i love a situation like this with wb going feral. i honestly have nothing to add because you did literally all the work for me HAHA i couldn't let this one go unseen tho.
How do you think Henry would handle freaky!reader? Like he’s trying to keep up the calm composed nice guy act and she’s just absolutely feral (especially the cave scene when he’s covered in blood).
I feel like it could go a few different ways but I definitely wanna know your thoughts <3
Title: Cave
₊˚୧ PAIRING: Henry 'Mr Whatsit' Creel x f!reader || Stranger Things
₊˚୧ CATEGORIES: smut | reader 18+
₊˚୧ WARNING: fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, cave s*x, dubcon at start (but it is con)
₊˚୧ WORD COUNT: 1.5k
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry does his best to stay subdued and composed when he hears you begging for it. He knows how you get when you see him, but he tries to talk you into calming down, especially if he has important things to deal with and cannot spare the time to give in and satisfy you.
"I know, sweetheart, I understand, but you have to wait a bit."
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry knows these instincts can become overwhelming for most ordinary people, and in some extreme cases, like yourself, they are nearly impossible to tame. But he tries. He knows it's best to focus on his plans first, but your incessant begging can sometimes disrupt him. When that happens, he tries to keep his manner as composed, but you can feel the lurking frustration in his tone as he insists you have to wait. If you do, you know Henry will reward you, but if you insist, Henry will raise his voice slightly.
୨♡୧ ｡ Sometimes that's what you want. Sometimes you want to see Henry's anger, because the neediness in you begs for a change. The sweet Henry satisfies you, but not enough. The idea of Henry disciplining you turned from a small idea to a desperate desire when you saw how attractive he could be when his dominant side took over.
୨♡୧ ｡ So you began to annoy him on purpose, driven by your lust.
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry was not stupid, and he figured it out quite quickly; if anything, it amused him. If only you'd know how dangerous this game you were playing really was, you'd probably be ashamed of yourself, but regardless, he pretended to play along for the first few times. Luckily for you, you had caught Henry in a good mood, doing it, so he was willing to entertain your fantasies, even if purely out of amusement. Which he didn't let you in on, because you thought yourself so clever that he almost felt bad ruining it.
୨♡୧ ｡ If things had stayed this way, Henry wouldn't have minded. You behaved like his plaything, and he could overlook your misbehaving at times, as well as handle your freakiness accordingly.
୨♡୧ ｡ If you got yourself a sample of 'nice' Henry, he would tend to use his hands because he prided himself on how easily it was for him to teach you a lesson with his fingers. Your incessant pleas for him to give you more while he hushed you and eased his fingers in the perfect spot, keeping you on his lap, with his other hand feeling under your shirt while guiding you to lean your head back against his shoulder, had you arching and squirming against him. If you tried to reach down, mindlessly overwhelmed by how well he was working on you, he would coo against your ear.
"No hands, sweetheart. If you want me to help you out, you need to play by my rules."
୨♡୧ ｡ And you would have to obey, otherwise Henry would stop. You tried once to see what would happen if you disobeyed, and he stopped, leaving you on the edge and ushering you off his lap for being a bad girl. But if you are good, and let him do his work, he would have you climaxing around his fingers, sometimes more than once if he felt you deserved it.
୨♡୧ ｡ His fingers were not the only reward you would get if you got on Henry's good side. His mouth was the one he liked to use on you, too, because he enjoyed how flustered you would become when he suggested it. He first warmed you up with his fingers, as he usually would, but then he would whisper.
"Come on, sweetheart, you are in for a treat today."
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry would have you sitting on the couch in his place, and he dropped down between your legs, keeping them spread wide enough to take in the sight of your desire leaking from you after he used his fingers. While eating you out, he made use of his fingers too, thrusting them inside you to aid his tongue's work. He allowed you to grab his hair, to squeeze your thighs around his head and squirm; however, if you ever dared to say it's too much, Henry would grab your hip roughly and hold you down, eating you out mercilessly until you came against his tongue, pretending not to hear you begging him to slow down.
୨♡୧ ｡ But sometimes, you got on Henry's angry side. The one time you saw him dishevelled and bloody in the cave, you had an epiphany. You couldn't believe your eyes. Henry was attractive as it was, but like this, you felt something feral in you. It was the worst timing for your desperation to kick in, facing a distraught and furious Henry, who could easily lose even the remaining drop of control and make you regret your boldness.
୨♡୧ ｡ You tried to cling to his tweed waistcoat, but he roughly grabbed your wrist and stared down at you, nearly livid. How could you be so inconsiderate in a moment like this? Your needy gasp as he eyed you down like prey made him shove you back, causing you to fall on the ground. He tilted his head, approaching you with confident, slow steps, then suddenly trapping you down and hooking his hands in your shirt.
"Sweetheart, are you out of your mind?"
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry's face betrayed the lack of control he was showing. Seeing you stare up at him with that meek gaze of combined fear and arousal made him lick his lips and put his hand on your throat, squeezing lightly. The slight fear in your eyes growing with an innocent flicker made Henry smile.
"What is it, sweetheart? I thought you wanted this."
୨♡୧ ｡ You could taste the bitter irony in his tone, your chest rising with frightened, quick breaths. Henry didn't care about how unfortunate the location was, how dirty either of you would get. If you wanted to play with fire, you had to get used to the idea you'd get burnt. Far too many times, he had let you off the hook easily. You had to suffer consequences.
"Don't tell me you're already regretting it."
୨♡୧ ｡ He mocked, his hand reaching down to his belt. Henry had made sure you would have an experience that lived up to your expectations. This time, you wouldn't have any warm-up, no kind words aided by his mouth or fingers. This time, you would be coming undone on his cock, fucked ruthlessly on the cave's sandy ground.
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry's mind was utterly shattered with flashbacks and instructions given to him by The Mind Flayer, claiming you were more of an instinctual drive which kicked in as he tried to regain control over his own mind. With you impaled on his cock, one of your legs hooked up around his hip and his face mere inches away from yours, hair falling on his forehead mixed with drops of blood and sweat as he shoved himself deep inside you, he could feel the grip of the monster slipping away, the flashbacks shut down somewhere at the back of his mind. Henry leaned down and licked a strip from across your cheek, his hips shoving against yours until he had you crying out his name and imploring him not to stop.
"You are never satiated, sweetheart. You never have enough."
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry scolded you. He licked his lips, catching his own dripping sweat and blood on his tongue, then forced a kiss on you, making you taste the mixture. His tongue worked in your mouth, only breaking away when he felt you needed the air, when your body would become weak from desire to breathe. Only then did Henry give in and let you breathe before capturing your lips.
୨♡୧ ｡ He claimed you repeatedly, until, for once, your desperation ceased, your mind empty of anything but his name. Until his body became too worn out to continue. Inside the cave, dark and engulfed with fragments of his fears, you were sprawled on the ground, dripping with his cum, panting and trying to catch a glimpse of him. Henry remained on his knees between your legs for a while, observing you as he grunted and wiped his face with his sleeve. Then, with his hand on your thigh, he pushed himself up slowly and staggered to the cave wall, leaning onto it as he fixed his trousers, glancing down at you.
୨♡୧ ｡ Henry closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall back for a moment. His mind had been empty for longer than he could remember, and slowly thoughts began to crawl back in their place. His eyes opened again, and he sighed, doing his best to help you stand and lean against him as he tried to help you out of the cave.
"For your own good, never do that again."
"...I definitely will do that again."
୨♡୧ ｡ You teased, although you were chuckling, barely forming coherent thoughts. Henry sighed, giving you a half-compassionate, half-pitiful look.
pussydrunk! waterboy who is just busy looking up at you with that same adorable tone of pleading in his irises in unison of his tongue burying itself deep, deep into your cunt like his life depends on it.
pussydrunk! waterboy who has two fingers inside you to make you even wetter than you already are, his mouth busy pleasing your clit—it only got better when you shoved his face down onto your heat using his hair. god it would be the best if you wrapped your legs around your neck.
pussydrunk! waterboy who laps his tongue into your entrance to lick up the slick that had been a result of your other precious climaxes; the bridge of his nose ‘coincidentally’ bumping into your bud as he kept those roughed up lips of his on yours.
pussydrunk! waterboy who loved to have his hands on the outskirts of your thighs, warm palms that landed on your cold skin kept you anchored down from every climax that could lift thousands off their feet—
pussydrunk! waterboy’s long fingers plunge deep into your sweet g-spot had your back arching right onto the tips of his fingers. “oh… my god. doing s’good baby, i—”
pussydrunk! waterboy who cannot, for the life of him, keep himself off you for more than ten minutes when in bed together :)
need more pervert waterboy x plus size!reader like i need water. he’s seen you around the office and tries everything in his power to get closer to you. even if it’s just a short conversation about the weather, it’s enough to satiate that burning pit in his gut when he gets home.
he imagines it’s your plush thighs he’s fucking into instead of the sad pillow between his legs. face pushed into the mattress trying to hide his whimpers, wishing you were here instead so he could hide in your neck. feeling your pulse on his lips as he makes a mess between your thighs. the pillow underneath him is ruined. completely soaked through with the water dripping from his body and the multiple loads he’s imagined he was painting on your soft stomach.
