Strong arms lock yours, effectively restricting you, his fingers intertwine behind your head and you cling to him from his neck as he slides in and out of your heat behind you.
You scream and moan his name in pleasure, not caring who can hear you, and he quickens his thrusts aggressively until you cum for the ??? time (you lost count already) with a trembling moan.
Your legs can no longer support your weight; they tremble pathetically so you collapse onto the sheets that cling to your sweat-covered body, but he's not done with you yet. The hard planes of his chest mold to the curve of your spine and his hips continue to slam again and again against yours; fingers now flexing against the softness of your hips, his other hand beside your head is supporting his own weight as you shudder beneath his larger body. His long soft hair is tickling your sensitive skin, that just makes you quiver and moan.
The over-stimulation of his cock going in even deeper into your pussy in this position has him hitting that sweet stop that drives you crazy and pushes you to your next orgasm. Your sensitive walls flutter, squeezing his cock deliciously and with one final stuttered thrust of his hips he finishes inside you, hot ropes of his cum hit deep; coating your cervix once more.
He lets out a groan and slows down until he stops but he doesn't pull out yet.
One of his hands slides down your ass giving it a firm and stinging slap that pulls a moan out of your drooling mouth, you can hear a soft laugh from behind, his other hand goes up to your spine to arch your back even further, just to please his own eyes at the sight of you, completely wrecked, because of him. Because of his cock that you love so much, still hot and buried deep in you.
He lowers himself until his mouth is level with your ear, blonde strands of his hair brush against your blushed cheek, you feel the heat coming from his body and the wet mess between your legs and his, the room is filled with the scent of sex, sweat, and his own scent. You inhale deeply and sigh.
You can clearly feel his hot breathing mixing with yours when he turns your head, craning your neck to the side even if it's a little painful for you (but you love the look he gives you when you whine in discomfort so you let him) so he can whisper against your lips:
"See? I told you you could do it. Didn't I, darling?"
And he closes the distance between your mouths, sealing it with a tender kiss; the sweetness of his lips and tongue contrast heavily with the aggression with which he fucked the brains out of you before. But you don't care,
You don't care if he confuses you, in fact, you like the thrill of it.
You don't care about the look full of pleasure he gives you when your ass is hot and red because of him, or when he fucks you like he hates your guts but then kisses you like he loves you deeply.
You don't care when his arms cut off your breathing, wrapping themselves around your neck tightly, but he still whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
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English is not my first language! So if there are any mistakes I am SORRY, please tell me, I'm also open to feedback and comments; this is my second fanfic and I don't know if this is good or not, and I'd like to know what I can improve. Thanks for reading ( ◜‿◝ )♡
This is the second time I've written something with Tamsy, I am so obsessed with this man; I paused my movie to write this because I was about to lose the idea.
Heya, sorry but would it be alright to ask Mymo getting pegged? Thanks!
Curiosities
Mymo x Reader— NSFW
Hi anon I kinda went crazy over this so I hope you enjoy it. Also sorry for the wait! I was like super super super busy with assignments, but I have so much free time now so I’m gonna try get through all my requests as quick as I can
CW: Fem bodied reader but no name or pronouns used, Sub/Dom dynamics, dynamic switches, bondage mentioned, Mymo gets pegged, hair pulling, light humiliation, brat taming kinda, surprisingly healthy relationships for him
Mymo was usually very pragmatic when it came to sex. It’s not that it wasn’t frequent or that he wasn’t lustful, he absolutely was, but it wasn’t something that he dedicated swathes of time towards. He did it when he was aroused or needed some form of stress relief, and when he was done he would go back to whatever else he was doing.
Which is why it was surprising when he slowly started to trickle the idea of toys into the bedroom. A few stolen minutes here and there turned into something more purposeful for his pleasure, and at a second thought he supposed for your own too.
One of the first things that he bought specifically for sex was a thick leather collar, sporting a small metal tag on the front with your name, and a “return to Mymo” engraved on the back. Often attached to the collar was a leash that he kept wrapped taut around his hand, tugging you closer to him whenever he thought you were misbehaving, but mostly it was just whenever he wanted to do it. Seeing you on your knees in front of him very quickly became one of his favourite sights, especially with the newfound control he had over the pace at which you would bob your head around him, and he didn’t even have to touch you!
Not long after, gags and blindfolds and everything else you could think of followed suit. He would sit there with a shit-eating grin on his face while you were fucked out of your mind, barely conscious and twitching in whatever restraints he thought you looked good in that night. Ever since buying the collar, he had particularly enjoyed seeing you in leather, and so it wasn’t uncommon to be strapped to the bed, with leather pulled tight against your skin, just enough to leave nice red marks when they were removed.
Mymo really did take pride in finding out every little thing about your body. It wasn't even necessarily because he had a certain kink that he had the urge to fulfil. He knew his own body from front to back, and so finding out the small things that made someone else’s tick? It was exhilarating in a way he just couldn’t describe…
Well, it was for a while.
It was one night in particular that made his brain itch. He stared down at you as always, your head pushed into the mattress and your hips pulled close to his own, and something in his mouth dried. You had been in this position countless times, Mymo made absolutely sure of that, and he knew exactly what it would be like to be inside you. The warmth of your cunt pulsing around him, the way that his tip would kiss your cervix with every thrust in, and the vacuum that was created whenever he would thrust out. He knew how your thighs trembled, and how much you ached when he would brush his fingers against your clit, and how soaked you became as you came around him. All of that was something he knew, and yet…
He didn’t know how it would feel to actually be in that position.
The realisation hit him like a truck, and while he wasn’t embarrassed to admit it was something he wanted to try, it was hard to give up that level of control. Everything was planned out in his mind, from the way he would tell you what he wanted, all to him coaching you through what to do since he was obviously the expert on how to please someone by thrusting into them, whilst you'd be left clueless but eager to please him. Even if he didn’t enjoy it, he had to experience it, and the best way for him to do that was by having everything else around him be meticulously planned out.
That’s not what happened.
Mymo sat on the bed in his underwear, staring at you as you stood off to the side. His hair was down and fell around his face and shoulders, and despite being in such a state of undress he refused to take off his glasses. He mumbled something about dignity when you had first asked about it, and that was satisfying enough.
“This is ridiculous. You’re obviously clueless if you think that thing is fitting inside of me!” Mymo scrunches his nose, his lips drawn up in disapproval as he scoffs at you. “Honestly, I would never be so cruel as to—“
“Mymo, this was your idea. You want me to fuck you with silicone? Then I’m gonna do it properly.” You cut him off, your tone conveying no hint of wavering. Your eyes flicked up from the buckle of the harness on your hips as you finally tightened it to the black silicone cock attached to the front, slightly shiny and standing proud. “Besides, we both know you’re just jealous that you can't fuck me with something this big.”
Mymo let out a noise, and it was somewhere between a shriek and a scoff. “That is obscene, and that is not why—!”
“Yeah yeah. You've never done this and you know your limits,” With a small hum you move around, leaning one knee on the bed, and your hand hovering just above the bedside table. “But you should know more than anyone that humans are pretty elastic.”
“I truly am only doing this to test my limits.” Mymo huffed, puffing out his cheeks and looking away to stare at nothing in particular. His cheeks were dusted with a slight pink. “I’m not saying that I won’t enjoy it, but I only asked you so I could experience a semblance of what it’s like for you.”
Mymo paused, his finger and thumb moving to hold his chin in thought. After just a moment he turned back, a frown now on his face. “You’re just trying to humiliate me. I hardly know what I’ve done to deserve this.”
Your brain barely had time to process his words before you let out an incredulous laugh, head flinging back and a hand instantly smacking over your lips. It took a second, but still with a smile on your face, you look back at Mymo. Although his eyes weren’t visible, by the taut skin on his cheeks you could tell that he was likely squinting at you from behind those red lenses.
“Do you seriously think that I don’t feel humiliated every time you put that collar on me? It’s like— okay,” Your hands move to the air in front of you, gesturing as you speak to emphasise your words. “You’re just gonna have to experience it to understand, but the humiliation of it all is the whole point!”
“That’s not humiliating, that’s sexy.”
With a sigh after hearing his words you sit down, a smile still on your lips from the hilarity that just wouldn’t go away. Mymo watched your movements, his fists tightening in the sheets out of what was probably frustration if you had to guess. He huffs out his nose, his jaw clenched.
“Sexy for you, sure, but I mostly feel like… a pathetic whore, I guess…” With a pause you hum, tapping your jaw with your finger. “But it’s arousing because I put myself in that situation, and I’m willingly acting like an idiot over giving a blowjob because I know you like how it looks.”
“Is this your way of asking me to… suck that?” Mymo nodded his head towards the strap, his voice low with a slight hesitance. He shifts forward to sit next to you on the edge, his lips slightly parted enough to show his teeth. His leg started to bounce slightly as his foot touched the floor.
“Well, I’m not going in dry… I wouldn’t get very far, plus it would probably be painful for you. I guess you really are smart, aren’t you?” And with that you stand, your hand gesturing towards the floor silently. It takes Mymo another few seconds before he shifts to the floor equally as silently, something unusual for him during sex, though despite that he didn’t seem unwilling to do this.
Mymo stared down at the floor, his mouth feeling drier than it ever had been. He hadn’t even done anything so far, yet his cheeks burned when he could usually seem so calm and collected, and to say that didn’t intrigue him would be a lie. Control comes so naturally to him, as it’s his rightful place. He knows how to give orders, as he always knows what to do. He receives complete and utter obedience as he deserves, because everyone else doesn’t know how to even breathe without him commanding it. Even so, he couldn’t deny that he was blushing like a schoolgirl as he knelt under that thick silicone cock.
How curious.
When Mymo finally tilts his head up to look, his body physically twitches. The dildo strapped to your hips looked so much more intimidating up close, but attached to you? It suddenly seemed like the most delicate thing in the room. He almost didn’t notice as his mouth filled with saliva, something he very promptly swallowed, though the sound he made was much lewder than he had intended.
You were having a… similar problem.
All the confidence and teasing at his brattiness? It came out of you so naturally after however long it’s been of you being on the receiving end, both metaphorically and physically, of Mymo’s sharp tongue. It felt good to be able to boss him around a little, especially when he follows your lead without any words actually being exchanged, but holy fuck was it hard to pretend that it wasn’t getting you all hot and bothered. In that moment you were actually glad the cock attached to you wasn’t your flesh and blood, because you’re sure you’d be painfully hard and maybe even dribbling pre cum so early at the sight of Mymo beneath you like that. He had eaten you out before, but this was different. That shit-eating grin was gone, and he wasn’t weaving embarrassing compliments together as he held your thighs apart. He actually looked… speechless…
Slowly he reached a hand up, hesitating about an inch away before he wrapped his fingers around the length of the dildo. His red painted nails stood out to you against the black silicone, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek to stay calm and collected. It was strange the way he looked, the way he cocked his head to the side as he felt the girth under his hand. He gave a squeeze, and he kept his grip as he swiped his thumb around the underside, the smooth cock offering little to no resistance as he tested it in his hand.
Mymo’s tongue swiped over his teeth before he finally leaned in, lips parted over the tip as he breathed through his mouth. Whether it was hesitance or something more methodical you weren’t too sure, but it was only another few seconds after that he lolled his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it with an “ah” as he pressed it against the underside of the tip. He kept it there until he heard you breathe out, his head finally moving down. You weren’t even thinking about it as your hand twitched at your side, slowly moving to cradle the back of his head, but it only seemed to egg Mymo on, his head voluntarily moving further down.
There was a brief pause, and his lips didn’t even reach where his hand was still wrapped around the length before he tensed, letting out a choked sound. Your fingers immediately tangled in his dark green hair, not wasting a moment before pulling him back to the tip, though not completely off. His nose scrunched, but he let out a deep breath as he reconstituted himself.
“I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t expect you to be so eager about this…” You began, already pleasantly surprised as he moved his head back down without prompt. A smile was wide on your lips, and it was hard not to grin at the sight of him bobbing his head, even when it was obvious that this was not something he was well practised at. “Maybe you were right about this being obscene. It’s great.”
Mymo gave a small hum at your words, muffled by the rod he had shoved into his mouth. Something in your core pulsed, and you were probably impossibly wet at this point, but for some reason, you just didn’t care. The sight of Mymo, the man usually so bold about lofty views on his place in the world, gagging himself in an attempt to please you while knowing the futility of it? That's something a lot of people would pay good money for, yet you were receiving it just because he was curious. Some things are more important than getting off, and this is one of them.
You gaze at him for a while, fingers still tangled in his hair. Every now and then you give a slight tug, eliciting a small moan or grunt from the man, but otherwise you let him slobber over the dildo on his own. You could only picture what his eyes looked like behind his glasses— maybe they were glassy with the goal of blowing you basically being autopilot in his brain, or maybe his pupils would be blown with a more desperate need to please. Either way, with every bob of his head and glug from his throat, it seemed like he would angle his throat to take it slightly deeper than he did before.
Maybe it was the way that saliva began to drip down his chin, or maybe it was the way you could’ve sworn he was moaning like a pornstar, but after what could’ve been 2 minutes or 10, you finally decided he had done his job. With your hands tangled in his hair, you began to pull him off the silicone cock. He chased it for a moment, his brain not fully understanding what was happening for a moment, but when it caught up he pulled off the dildo with a small pop. He sat there silently, lips parted as he caught his breath, and you finally got a chance to look at him properly. The way his hair was tousled, the goosebumps that pricked at his flushed skin, and oh, the way his boxers tented with that slight dot of precum.
He looked so whorish.
“There… that should be wet enough, should it not…?” Mymo tilted his head to look up at you properly, his words groaned out, though he sounded particularly pleased with himself. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips, but didn’t entirely settle until he heard you respond.
“What? Oh, that doesn’t matter, I’m just gonna use lube.” You cooed at him, hand moving from his hair to tilt his jaw further up. His head twitches back in surprise, jaw clenching.
“Then why did—!”
“You want the full experience, right? Well, that’s part of it, and if I may say, you looked like a nice little—“
“This is unbelievable!” Mymo huffed out, his face red as he moved to stand. He made a show of turning away, flicking his hair slightly as he did so. There was a slight rasp to his voice, and you couldn’t help but notice it.
Biting your lip you lean in closer, one hand on his cheek, whilst the other moved further down. He jolted out of the little strop he was in mere moments ago as your hand cupped his erection through the fabric, a low gasp escaping his lips as he looked back to you. Your thumb gently swiped over his lips, smearing his saliva across his cheek before you leaned in, placing your lips on his.
All his abrasion was quickly lifted as his hands found your body, fingers digging desperately into your flesh as he eagerly deepened the kiss, his tongue fighting equally as desperately for dominance. You happily obliged, following his lead for this once thing as your hand gave his clothed cock a soft squeeze, only adding to his need for you. With only one more squeeze he had taken one of his own hands from your body, instead using it to quickly pull down the waistband of his boxers, fishing out his cock for you and pressing it into your hand. The way your fingers brushed for just that moment seemed to awaken something within you both, his cock throbbing hard with every beat of his heart.
Mymo certainly wasn’t the biggest guy ever, but by no means did that make him small. His cock was fairly average, 5 or so inches, and what seemed like a pretty regular girth, but in your hand it felt much bigger. Maybe it was the way his hips pushed into your palm, or maybe you were just super aroused and had your judgment clouded, but it certainly wasn’t something you were going to complain about.
Eventually, Mymo tore himself away to breathe, and you leaned your head back with a smile, your chest similarly heaving up and down. Your hands move to both rest on his bare chest, touching lightly for a moment before you push him back, his mouth letting out a surprised “oof!” As his back hits the mattress.
“Alright, I think you’ve done enough of the work here, mister…” Your eyes rake over him before you take a step closer to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube that sat on top. You flick open the cap of the container, squirting a sizable amount of the substance onto your opposite hand before grabbing the dildo strapped to your hips.
“Take those off…” And as you began to stroke the dildo, smearing the lubricant over the shaft, Mymo nodded, his hands moving to the waistband.
Mymo let out a hiss as his cock sprang out, the cold air instantly cooling the blood rushing to it. Normally he would’ve sheathed himself inside you almost immediately, but knowing that it was going to sit there useless the whole time made him feel even hotter than he usually would.
“You know… I’m almost surprised at how quiet you’re being. I guess you just needed someone to show you your real place, huh?” As you spoke you placed the bottle back down, satisfied that the dildo was lubricated enough.
“This is hardly a permanent thing—!” Mymo muttered out, but let out a shrill gasp as you forced your knee between his thighs, your dry hand gripping onto the flesh of the back of his thigh to pry them open. His body tensed as you leaned over him, his back flush against the mattress and his hair splayed out around him, and just as his eyes had locked onto your form he let out a whine, feeling a lube-covered finger slip into him.
You didn’t even falter, still leaning over the man with a grin as you made sure he was lubed up. It was obvious from Mymo’s reactions that this was new to him, and you were drinking it up. His teeth clenched, his fingers gripped onto the sheets, and the best part? The way his cock was painfully hard against his stomach, red and almost angry looking as a small drop of precum dribbled onto his skin. You waited a moment before tentatively moving your finger, a slow movement out, then pushed in just as slow. It was amazing how his whole body could react to something so small, and even knowing the answer your mind was brought to his words about the dildo not fitting.
“You have to relax your body before I put anything bigger than a single finger inside you, Y’know.” Your finger stopped inside him, the hand gripping his thigh loosening slightly, though not totally letting go. Mymo stayed silent, his mouth opening, but he otherwise didn’t move.
“This was your idea! Do you want to do this or not? Cause if you want me to stop then—“
“I want this. Or… I suppose I need this. I need to know what it feels like.” Mymo suddenly spoke up. He was slightly out of breath, his voice hoarse, but his face looked much more relaxed than it had before. His arms moved, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look up at you properly.
“And what is ‘it’?”
“You are so insufferable- I need you to fuck me. Are you pleased with that? Do you need to take any more of my dignity?!”
“Hm, no, I’ve taken enough for now…” And with that, you slid another finger in, Mymo’s hips momentarily lifting off the bed at the touch. It was a lot easier as you pushed your fingers right down to the knuckle, a tension still there, but his breathing louder and more even as he relaxed his body. He was tight, oh fuck was he tight, though as the seconds ticked by it was clear that a mixture of the lube and his muscles relaxing were doing their job.
After a minute or so of fingering Mymo, vague small groans escaping his lips with each breath, you eventually pulled out your fingers, instead steadying them at the base of the silicone cock. He let out a whine, louder than he intended it to be, but before he could feel an ounce of embarrassment there was a moan that tore from his chest as the tip of the cock finally pressed against his hole. His thighs threatened to close, but you didn’t let that happen, pushing forward ever so slightly into him, and pulling his leg around your hips. His body fell back against the mattress, feeling so incredibly opened, even when barely an inch of the dildo was inside of him, so when you slowly pushed further in he thought he would be ripped apart.
You stopped maybe about halfway, Mymo’s head flung back in an unnatural position with his mouth hung open. His legs trembled as his body tried to cope with the sudden and unfamiliar intrusion, though after he had calmed himself enough he gave a stiff nod, one you could only guess was an indicator to keep going. You moved in slowly, a long whine audible under his breath as he tried to keep himself quiet, and as you bottom out you both let out a small grunt, hips connected once again, but in a way they never had been before.
Looking down at him you let out a staggered breath. He looked so… it was a sight you couldn’t even describe. You move back, then push in, and as you keep going you couldn’t help but move your hand to wrap around his neglected cock. It throbbed happily as your fingers wrapped around it, but the guttural noise Mymo made was instantly absorbed by your lips clattering against his. He leaned into it desperately, his hands finding your back as you slammed into him, and his fingers desperately clawing at your skin as you kept up the thrust.
Sure, the idea of slamming into him relentlessly was arousing, but you kept it at a semi-slow pace considering his anal virginity. Your hips stuttered as you leaned further into the kiss, partially distracted, and so you didn’t notice his hands moving to your shoulders until he had suddenly pushed you up. A string of saliva connected your lips, but it took a second for your brain to catch up and for the thrusting to stop
“Are you okay—?”
“Stop… stop looking at me…” Your mouth opened to speak, but you didn’t get the chance before Mymo continued, clarifying his point. “I can’t… I can’t focus on how it feels when you’re looking at me…”
You leaned your head back, your body lifting as you looked down at him. His body was almost fully trembling, precum pooling on his stomach, and the only thing actually holding his thigh up being your hand. With a hum, you look back up to him, and while the urge to tease the man about his embarrassment rose within you, your mind quickly decided against it. Best not to push his limits when neither of you knew them here.
“I… guess we can change positions so I can’t see your face?” Slowly you pulled out of him, your grasp on his cock and on his leg faltering as you stepped away. Mymo breathed in sharply but didn’t respond otherwise.
“It might be easier, actually. You can hide your face, and hell, maybe it’ll be easier to hit your prostate…” You pondered for only a moment before deciding on it, and after a few struggled attempts of getting Mymo into position when his body felt like jelly, eventually he was posed properly.
His arms were folded on the bed, his face hidden between them and the sheets below while his hips were in the air. As you aligned yourself with him again he let out a long breath, but the moment the dildo pushed inside of him a muffled groan left his mouth. One of your hands rested on his hip, the other placed square on his back for support.
The thrusts became so much easier as his body melted against yours, consequently causing you to thrust that little bit harder as the resistance wasn’t gone, yet you kept at the same pace. Muffled noises were drawn for Mymo, some incomprehensible, but others definitely words that he babbled to himself as he took you.
“What was that?” You breathed out, leaning over to wrap the length of his hair around your hand. With a tug his head was yanked back, a loud moan leaving his lips. While you couldn’t see his face, the edge of his glasses were tilted, likely pushed askew as he hid his face.
“O-Oh my God—!” Mymo whined, the word being unknown to you not even registering in your mind as he suddenly pushed his hips back to meet your own. “Fuck—Please, oh god…!”
“Holy shit, Mymo…” You let out a breath as you grinned, still pulling on his hair as your hips rut into him. There was a pleasant sound as your hips met again, and again, and again, each time Mymo pushing further back, almost as if he was fucking himself on the dildo.
“I can’t— oh please, I need to—! I need—!”
“What do you need?”
“Fuck! Please, I need to cum—!”
You bit your lip, hips staggering for a moment as you let go of him. You leaned over him, your chest leaning against his back as your arms looped under his, before you suddenly pulled him upright. You kept yourself pressed against his back as you began to fuck up into him, his head lolling back against your shoulder as one of your hands lowered, once again wrapping around his weeping cock.
Something akin to a sob left from deep within his chest as you pumped your fist around him, his hips trying their best to thrust weakly into your hand as you tried your best to still thrust into him. It was awkward, maybe even messy, but in that moment neither of you cared. Your legs were sore, and Mymo was mortified that he was even enjoying something like this, yet the lewd noises that were drawn from his being showed that he wasn’t going to stop it.
You felt it around your hand first. His cock twitched almost imperceptibly at first, but as his upper body began to writhe and his back arched away from you, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“You gonna cum for me?” You questioned him lightly, pressing your head against his back. He moaned in response, his breathing loud.
“Fuck— oh my god, yes!” Mymo brought his hand to his mouth, his thumb half shoved in and bitten down on as his body began to tremble.
It was barely a few seconds later that his body stilled as you shoved in and pressed directly against his prostate, another muffled and broken sob escaping his lips as his orgasm came crashing over him. Your hand still moved, albeit slowly, as ropes of cum spurted from his cock, and while you didn’t have a great view it felt like more than you would’ve expected as it coated your hand.
Eventually, his moans simmered into whimpers beneath his breath, his body falling back against you and his poor cock softening in your hand. You moved him so he was lying forward on the bed again before you finally pulled out, earning a louder, albeit still quiet moan as you did.
Mymo lay there as you took off the strap, cleaning yourself up before cleaning him. He lay there quietly as you sat next to him, rolling him over so that his head lay on your lap. He didn’t even react as you took off his glasses, as they were barely on his face at that point anyway. He hummed when you played with his hair or asked if he was okay, and so there you sat, waiting for him to fall asleep, or at least have enough clarity to respond.
Breaking you from your thoughts, Mymo let out a sigh, his eyes closed for just a moment before he looked up at you. He stared for a few seconds, eyes glancing over your features as you similarly looked down at him, until he finally spoke.
“I…”, he paused. “I believe I may have… discovered something about myself…”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“… As… mortifying an experience as that was… and perhaps it will make me… rethink some of the things that I have allowed myself to do to you…” Mymo fluttered his eyes closed again, his cheeks a dark red. “I don’t believe there is much you could do to me in tandem that I wouldn’t find… arousing.”
Your lips curved into a smile once again.
“Don’t ruin or twist my words. That’s all you’ll be getting from me.” Mymo suddenly snapped, though in a non-threatening tone, before you got the chance to speak. All you could do was shake your head before you went back to playing with his hair.
As sure as you were that it would happen again, and from his words, it probably would, it was for the best that you just enjoyed the present.
Fawntess (Gountess x Fawn), a daily morning routine of Fawn and Gountess’s worries. A dream that haunts to the reality of his nightmares. Peaceful hallucinations to a painful feeling.
A repetitive click and chop echoed in the small kitchen, only illuminated by the soft early glow of the warm orange sun. Sounds outside muffled, the kitchen half curtains just long enough to cover Fawn’s eyes as she stood there. Legs slightly wobbly as she yawned out the rest of the sleep from her eyes as she turned on the stove.
Click. Click. Click. Fwoosh! Sizzle…..
A scoop of butter scraped from the spoon in her hand. As Fawn watched the butter melt her body began to spring into the daily routine of cooking her and Gountess breakfast.
It wasn’t long until the floorboards began to creak as slowly Gountess began to enter the room. One arm in his lap and the other against the wheels on his wheelchair as he got closer to Fawn. The smell of eggs and bacon filling the room. As he rolled to the table, Fawn swayed over as she placed her hands against his shoulder as she placed a kiss on his head. Gountess’s hands followed Fawn’s motion as he draped his fingers off of her hips as his thumbs rubbed soft circles against her hip bone before she pulled away.
“You look tired still.” Fawn began to pour a cup of boiled apple water.
“Yeah I am kinda,” his eyes followed her hands as she held the mug. “I couldn’t sleep for a while.”.
“And you didn’t wake me?” Walking back over she placed the mug in front of Gountess while her hand found her waist. “I don’t want to disturb you, it was just a nightmare.” His cold fingertips began to warm up again as he held the mug Fawn handed to him.
“Another one? Was it the same one.” Fawn began to grip her waist as she turned to the stove to placed his food on its plate. A surge of pain and panic began to affect her heart, a thumping so loud Fawn was sure Gountess could hear.
“Yeah, the same one. I was back on that chair, but… your head was closer. Then I was back to seeing my grandparents, then Lily… before I watched Mymo began to..” His voice began to quiet down as his throat rasped at each thought. The same sequence of events that keeps haunting his mind; it only felt like such a stupid nightmare but the fear Gountess felt. It didn’t matter that his heart was artificial, he could almost feel it quicken in fear as he gripped his stomach.
From the moment he woke, his body sweated and chilled against his skin. His fingers twitched as hands—warm as the sun—held his back and chest closer to their own chest. Fawn’s nose brushed against his ear as she began to breath slowly, guiding Gountess’s quickening breathes, as she ran a hand over his heart. “You can feel me, you can smell me, you can see me, you can touch me, you can hear me. I’m real Gountess”.
Gountess’s body began to grow limp as he let himself relaxed into her arms.
Tap.
Tap…
Tap….
Tap tap tap tap tap tap
……
“ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?!”
That voice, the tone, that sickly pitched. With widen eyes Gountess shot his head back, instead of being met with hands holding his neck banged his head against a stiff chair. His body felt stuck, restraint—his arms tight against the frame with black straps digging into his skin and bones. The smell of antiseptic spray and blood pooled his senses.
Looking up he was met with a reflection. A darker reflection of his face and eyes into shades. A red reflect highlighted by golden frames; the man before him stood and glared into the shorter man’s face. “Why aren’t you paying attention? I’m speaking to you.”. With each word a harsh poked throbbed throughout Gountess’s temple.
“Honestly what else can you do but pay attention? I even took the time have a nice pit stop so I could get something to eat.” Mymo pouted as he grabbed another fry before chewing it infront of Gountess. From one to another, Gountess felt his stomach ached at the smell while he looked at Gountess like a whining puppy.
“We still have ways to go before your next check up and blood draw so behave, it won’t be my fault if we hit pot holes.”. With that Mymo stood up before walking out of the back of the truck, closing it with a loud slam that echoed across Gountess’s entire form as the choker echoed out the same noise.
Death.
Was the only thing he could dream for, but not without revenge.
With the evil au I wanna start fleshing out my idea of it cu idk what Puddlebug is doing. (Puddlebug version is called DollSwap, but because I also want to flesh out an idea itself this post has nothing to do with DollSwap only the concept of reverse Gountess and Mymo)
1. Gountess still drains his blood, it keeps everyone connected and connects everyone to Mymo, however he does it in more of a healthier way
2. Mymo is strapped to a chair for radio shows and is forced on stage by Gountess
3. Gountess’s hair is still long because while he hears everyone he loses his mind in the idea of world domination
4. He wants world domination not because of the sphere and god, he wants to control everyone and be an omnipresent being. If he knows everything he can control people
5. They met cuz Mymo wanted to become someone to help others via the news and weather, Gountess has the access to tell him and help him
6. Similar to Diavolo, Gountess holds the same amount of mystery, that’s why his hair covers his face and why he keeps bandaging Mymo’s eyes,
With the evil au I wanna start fleshing out my idea of it cu idk what Puddlebug is doing. (Puddlebug version is called DollSwap, but because I also want to flesh out an idea itself this post has nothing to do with DollSwap only the concept of reverse Gountess and Mymo)
1. Gountess still drains his blood, it keeps everyone connected and connects everyone to Mymo, however he does it in more of a healthier way
2. Mymo is strapped to a chair for radio shows and is forced on stage by Gountess
3. Gountess’s hair is still long because while he hears everyone he loses his mind in the idea of world domination
4. He wants world domination not because of the sphere and god, he wants to control everyone and be an omnipresent being. If he knows everything he can control people
5. They met cuz Mymo wanted to become someone to help others via the news and weather, Gountess has the access to tell him and help him
6. Similar to Diavolo, Gountess holds the same amount of mystery, that’s why his hair covers his face and why he keeps bandaging Mymo’s eyes,
The dim light of the recovery room filtered through cracked shutters, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Gountess lay propped against a stack of pillows, his legs heavy and almost unresponsive beneath the thin blanket. Months had passed since the chaos with Mymo, but his body still betrayed him—muscles strained from lack of use, nerves firing sluggishly as he pushed through daily tasks.
Fawn moved about the room with her usual quiet grace, a soft hum escaping her lips as she adjusted a few items laid about the room. She was a vision of efficiency in Gountess’ eyes, pink hair tied back, eyes bright with that cheerful spark that always seemed to cut through his mental fog. The two were a balance, but Gountess knew her limits; when she grew drained, she'd slip away to recharge, leaving him momentarily with the echo of her presence.
Their bond had formed on the bridge of pain and healing. Both carried the weight of feeling behind—Gountess from years of Mymo’s abuse and Fawn from the exhaustion of giving too much without receiving in return. They worked on it together, patient lovers navigating a constant pull for dependence or independence. A never ending loop that only seemed to be balanced in each other's presence. In the early days, he'd seen Lily in her face, but Fawn's real self—thoughtful insights, her way of dissecting people's actions, or pulling the other into hours of deep conversation had pulled him back.
That evening, as the sun dipped low, Fawn excused herself to the small washroom to freshen up. Gountess's gaze lingered on the door, his mind wandering to the frustrations building inside him. Body, weak and practically paralyzed from the waist down most days, made even those simple acts a battle. With Fawn, he craved the feeling of being able to depend on another, from her hand on his shoulder during therapy to the brush of her fingers when she fed him soup.
Alone, his eyes drifted to the laundry basket by the bedside, where Fawn's clothes waited to be washed the next day. A pair of her panties peeked out—simple cotton, white spotted with pale blue and edged in lace. His heart stuttered; he shouldn't. But the ache in his chest, that hollow need to be intimately connected, overrode caution. With trembling hands, he reached over, pulling them free. The fabric was soft and still carrying her scent, warm and faintly sweet from her skin.
Gountess brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. The aroma hit him like a wave; her essence, a lingering tease, seemed made to tempt him. His cock stirred beneath the blanket, hardening against his thigh. He hesitated, glancing at the door, but the room was silent. Guilt twisted in his gut—they were together; this was to feel connected without the pressure of her eyes on him.
Gountess freed his cock from his pants, the length thick and veined, already leaking pre cum at the tip. A large hand wrapped around his shaft as he stroked slowly, with each pump, he imagined her body, her skin just beyond the pink uniform. Picturing the skin below the short pink buttoned piece, imagining the heat and raised bumps following as his hand would glide up from Fawn’s garter belt. He sniffed the crotch deeply, his tongue darting out to drag across the faint saltiness left behind. Breaths growing ragged, hips twitching uselessly as pleasure built. "Fawn," he whispered to the empty room, cum spilling over his hand and covering his palm in hot spurts.
When she returned, he had hidden them away, face flushed and hand wiped along the discarded underwear, avoiding her gaze. After all this time, Gountess still felt partly ashamed for his desires or lack of self control. But Fawn noticed everything, from the small twitching in his thighs under the covers to the subtle squeezing as the two settled down together.
Days blurred into nights of incremental progress. Gountess pushed himself in the work of his body strength, legs gaining faint twitches of response, while Fawn helped without draining herself fully, pulling away occasionally to mentally recollect. Their conversations deepened—about Rudo's brash actions, the next goal for the two, and the impulses he curbed unless they were for those he cared about. Fawn listened, offering insights that made him feel seen for more than just what he could offer.
One night, exhaustion claimed her early. Fawn had curled up beside him after a long day of aiding Gountess with physical activity, her breathing evening out into a deep sleep. The room was still, moonlight painting her form in a silver film. Gountess watched her, heart pounding, the underlying hum of desire leaving him unable to rest. The permission from earlier in their relationship echoed in his mind, a system of hair ties for nights when Gountess needed to be close, uninterrupted.
Carefully, Gountess shifted, his upper body strength allowing him to lean over. Fawn wore a loose nightshirt, panties visible as the blanket slipped. On her wrist was a green hair tie, explicit permission for the other, and complete trust as she rested. He reached down, fingers brushing her thigh—soft, warm, no resistance. His cock hardened instantly, pressed against the fabric of his pajama pants.
He started slow, leaning down as his hair enveloped the two, inhaling her scent from the air around her. Then, bolder, he tugged her panties down her hips, a smooth and calculated glide as Gountess watched her expression. Fawn’s face remained still, in a deep state of sleep, as her chest moved slowly. Exposing her pussy—bare lips glistening slightly in the low light, a small amount soaked, presumably due to the lingering touches. He brought the fabric to his nose, sniffing deeply the trace of arousal mixed with the lingering sweat of the day. It made his mouth water.
Fawn stirred faintly but didn't wake, her body remaining pressed against his front. Gountess’ hand slipped to free his cock, lazily stroking it before leaning closer. Pressing the panties to his face with one hand, the other guiding his tip to her entrance. She was wet enough, letting out a faint, breathy moan as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Her pussy clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
A low groan escaped him as he bottomed out, her walls hugging his length. He thrust gently at first, savoring the intimate drag, the way her body responded in place of words. At night Gountess didn’t need to think of words to say, didn’t need to push or prove himself. When laid under the covers Gountess could take charge, step up and choose the pace. As he pressed the underwear closer against his nose, he lost himself in Fawn’s scent, hips rocking in shallow pumps. The weeks of daily stretching proved useful in the moment, allowing him to fuck into Fawn’s relaxed body. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nightshirt riding up as her nipples pebbled in the cool air.
He reached up, pinching one lightly, then leaned to suckle the other through the fabric, tongue damping the cloth. Fawn moaned in her sleep, legs twitching as they parted wider instinctively, her pussy growing slicker around his cock. The passive submission fueled him; this was closeness on his terms, allowing him to take control rather than being forced to sit back and be a spectator. An opportunity to be more than just a participant but to dictate the events of the night.
Faster now, he fucked into her, the wet sounds filling the room—his balls slapping against her ass, cock plunging deep as he dropped the panties to grip her hips. Pulling her onto him as much as his limited mobility allowed, short nails still managed to leave small crescents along Fawn’s skin. Cum built quickly, the ‘taboo’ thrill pushing him over. With a muffled grunt, Gountess buried himself and came, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of seed.
Panting, he stayed inside her, softening slowly. Fawn's eyes fluttered open then, a sleepy smile curving her lips. "Closer?" she whispered, hand drifting up behind her head to cup Gountess’ cheek for a moment.
"Yeah," he sighed, pulling out with a wet pop, cum leaking from her folds. "Thank you."
