Chainsaw-Like

{She/They} Asks are always welcome!

[ilong2dot0]

Okay dung beetles and pill bugs, so like I’m moving mine writings nand everything onto a different account, @ilongforthendoftheday and this is like a side blog and stuff where I’ll mostly just repost fanfics I like nd shtuff:3 I will keep the stuff I’ve already posted on this blog but everything else I write from now on will be on new account.., okay follow that blog okay bye I love you bye

[ilong2dot0]

submissive bottom lltbp mikey.. with draag worker reader (preferably male reader) hmo

having to punish him for acting out in the moat, but it was never specified how 👀

Oh I’m thinking…. Hmmm… edging him and then leaving him high and dry…, yea..,

His hands are cuffed behind his back, one of your spit-slick hands quickly stroking his hard, leaking cock, making a shlick shlick sound that echoed in the room, along with his desperate whines and moans. You’d been at it for an hour now, and he’s practically sobbing.

Each time he gets close you pull your hand away and he cries, his hip bucking to try and find any sort of stimulation he can. 20 minutes ago he stopped telling you he when he was getting close to try cum, but he made it so obvious when he was getting close. His whimpers would get louder and higher pitched, and his hips bucked up more consistently. Of course you considered letting him cum, but then that would defeat the whole purpose of punishment!

While you stroked him you tried to grind against him to relieve some of the pressure of your hard-on straining against your underwear but it really wasn’t helping. You tried to focus on him, and not your raging boner, but damn was it hard when he was moaning so pretty, it went straight to your cock.

You had to take care of your problem, and it definitely seems he’s had enough of your torture. You slowed your hand on his cock and lightly teased him with your thumb rubbing the small divot where his tip meets his shaft, and he practically wails. He struggles against his hand cuffs, his head falling back and his eyes squeezing shut.

"P-please sir, I won’t ever act out again, I swear I’ll b-be good!" He begs, but his words went in one ear and straight out the other. As soon as you heard his whines get higher you pulled your hand away and he started sobbing.

He sniffled, shaky pants coming from his mouth. "Please! I-I’ll do anything! J-just let me-… please…" he sounded so pathetic it was cute. He was a mess and that’s exactly how you wanted him.

Without a word you got up and left him there, hands still cuffed behind him. You closed and locked the door behind you and immediately headed to the bathroom to take care of your own problem.

Mm.. yeah. This was my first ever ask and I hope I did okay, and I’ve never written for a male reader so any constructive criticism is appreciated, thank you!

[ilong2dot0]

Spooning Mikey and he’s the little spoon. And reaching over him while he’s sleeping and giving him a slow hand job.. and then he starts making soft little whines and whimpers while sleeping, and he wakes up all confused, but it feels so good! He can’t help but gently thrust his hips into your hand and let out those sleepy little moans..,,

[ilong2dot0]

Mikey Mikey Mikey… hmm… making Mikey gag on my strap-on…

Tbp Mikey specifically… this look ⬇️⬇️

One hand on the back of his head, gently guiding him but mostly letting him go at his own pace. But he’s just taking his sweet ass time, barely even trying and he’s just mostly licking it and slightly sucking, and that won’t do!

Hmm… using the hand on the back of his head to force him all the way down to the base of the toy, making him take all of the silicone toy into his throat, he would sound so pretty when he gags…

Moving both hands onto the back of his head and forcing him up and down fast, his spit gathering at the corners of his mouth and frothing up. His eyes all watery, tears threatening to spill…

Slowly putting more force into pushing his head down until his gagging gets louder and more constant. Holding his head down on the strap, his throat bulging from the girth of the toy. Keeping his throat stuffed full until his taps my thigh to make me let up, and then holding him there for a few extra seconds to watch him start to panic, maybe even pinching his nose shut as he trying desperately to pull off,,

And then finally letting go, watching him pull himself off to breathe, he’s panting and coughing with his own tears and drool covering his face. Mmm, his eyeliner smudged and he’s all disheveled..,,

[ilong2dot0]

We need to talk about Mikey Way butt more me thinks…

I wanna walk up behind him while he’s bent over doing something and just grab a fat handful of it. Like let me write my name on that ass boy

The slight curve on that shit oh my goddd… I wanna bite it and leave a bite mark.

LIKE🤤🤤🤤 I want to stand behind him while he’s doing something and grope his cock through his jeans while rubbing my crotch against that little ass👅👅

Liek one hand palming his dick and the other up at his face while I make him suck on two fingers.,, Mmmm,,..,

[lambtothehabit]

omigosh hihihi i adore your writing sososomuch and i have a request

when u said “pussy so good it temporarily turns habit into a pathetic sub when you ride him. “ BRO PUHHLEAAASEEE WRITE MORE ABOUT THAT 🤤 maybe have him purr too 🖤💜🖤💜 THANKU

WE need Habit.

MOANINGHGGGG. also thank you my angel. enjoy!!

also i’m such a big fucking sub i have no idea how to write sub men but LMAO YEAH.

cw: habit, smut, sub!habit, riding, bit of cnc if you squint (he wants it, he’s just a bitch), choking.

it started with you two on the couch. he was in a good mood. feeling lazy, he just suggested movie night to keep you good and quiet.

and it worked, for a while. until his hands started wandering. it started with his arm around your shoulders so that his hand could sneak past the collar of your shirt to grope your tit. his other hand moving your leg over his.

in no time you had his tongue in your mouth and you were clinging to him desperately.

usually, he fucked you hard and fast. he wasn’t known for building tension. and if he did, the tension was really just ‘making you anxious to the point you were shaking’.

he always let you straddle him at first, just to get things going. he enjoyed dry humping.

but, as much as you loved being underneath him, you thought you could spice things up a bit.

“can we try something new?” you ask with your mouth pressed against his jaw.

he hums, “you finally let me cut you up real nice? i’ll use my favourite knife.”

you roll your eyes before continuing to leave kisses down his neck, “let me ride you.”

“hell fucking not.”

you whine, arm around his neck while your other hand is already moving to take his cock out of his pants.

“why not?”

“because you know the rules, bun. i fuck you, you stay pretty under me.”

you palm him through his boxers. it barely gets a reaction out of him. he’s hard, but he’s not buckling up into your hand.

you hate his self control. and you hate how he’s also teasing you by not reacting.

“come on, let’s spice things up!”

“you wanna ‘spice things up’, you let me use a knife on you, doll.”

you grin at him, “afraid you’ll like it too much, doggie?”

his eye twitches as he smiles back at you, “careful, bun. i like you more than the others, but i’m not above hurting you.”

“come on,” you whine, dragging the words, “let’s try it for five minutes. you don’t like it, we go back to the usual positions. but if you’re too scared…”

he knows how to manipulate you, but you know your ways around him as well. nothing gets him going like doubting him.

“hah! a demon, scared. good riddance. but fine, fine. let’s do it. you better make it worth it or i’ll make you regret it.” he says, slapping your ass with his hand.

you watch as he leans back to the couch, eyes half lidded with his Death Proof hat on.

he doesn’t help you sink down on him. he doesn’t wrap his arms around your waist. he doesn’t help you set a rhythm.

he simply watches you like he knows you’ll get tired, screw up and beg him to take over.

he lets out long breaths when you start rocking your hips. he tilts his head when you start moaning.

sure, it feels good, he’ll give you that. but honestly, your cunt feels good every time he fucks it. so what was your point?

until your rhythm gets faster. you bounce on his cock like a bunny in heat, and he can see your tits bouncing too, and your weight settle on his thighs with every thrust.

and your face is fucking pretty. eyes crossed and glazed over, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

you’re fucking gorgeous.

he doesn’t know when his macho man act started crumbling down. he doesn’t know when his hands moved to your hips. not to push you off, not to even help you—just to feel your flesh under his fingers.

he certainly doesn’t know when he started moaning, too. at first, those moans weren’t even moans. they were grunts through half gritted teeth, escaping his clenched jaw.

your moans coax his own out of his mouth until he starts panting.

your hands move from his shoulders to his chest and you push and push and push until his back is against the cushion of the couch and he’s laying down.

you look down at him, and he doesn’t even look like habit anymore. if anything, he looks like a bitch; eyes tightly screwed shut, lips parted, sweating coating his face and a flush on his cheeks.

not to mention the sounds he was making. he’s always been vocal during sex, but it was always grunts and growls.

this bitch was whimpering and moaning.

it only makes you ride him faster. the couch is shaking underneath him and he doesn’t know where to hold onto anymore. your hips, your thighs, your tits, the couch.

“thought you—hah—didn’t like it.” you tease him.

he moans, “i don’t! shut the fu—“

you shove his hat off of his head and grab onto his hair, forcing his head down to look at how well your pussy was bouncing up and down on his cock.

“you were saying no to this.” you tell him, “you ungrateful little bitch.”

every word is punctuated with your pussy sinking down onto him.

his eyes roll back and his jaw drops and he thinks he’s destined to be your husband and the father of your kids.

“then go harder.” he manages to grit out.

you comply because you genuinely want him to pass out. your hands leave his hair to wrap around his neck and you squeeze the same way he does to you every time.

a visceral moan leaves his lips as he chokes and he jerks his hips up into you as you ride him faster. your pussy is squeezing him so hard he feels lightheaded.

“about time you let me use you like a fuck toy.” you mutter to yourself as you watch him.

you know his ego will be bruised and he won’t let you do it again, so you take full advantage of this opportunity. you bounce, you grind, you do anything you want and he just lets you.

he looks brain dead. his eyes are glazed over and there’s drool dripping down the corner of his mouth. it’s so uncharacteristically him that it concerns you for a moment before going harder.

you cum harder than you thought you would. your pussy spasms around his cock so hard and for so long it makes him sob and cry.

you’re still choking him when he cums. his eyes are crossing and you can feel cum filling you up. you’re sure he has never came so much before.

you pant as you look down at him. he’s completely, utterly spent and fucked out.

he’s panting too, catching his breath.

your hand move to his chin and you scratch the space underneath it, “good doggie, habit.”

to his horror, he starts purring. it’s a sound that vibrates through his chest and throat and judging by the way you giggle, he’ll never hear the end of it.

[ilong2dot0]

OH MY GODDD🤤🤤🤤

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

DADDY’S HOME .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

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It’s in the title.

AKA: Calling the creeps daddy randomly ✮⋆˙

Ft. T. Wright, B. Thomas, T. Rogers, J. Nyras, J. Woods, L. Woods, A Bad Habit, One Jack In The Box & The Operator !! ✶⋆.˚

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U can really tell Sully was the set off point for me entering heat.

Edit: I lied the set off point was [GUNSHOTS]

[ilong2dot0]

Brian is very succulent

[classygumi]

DON’T touch habit’s reese’s cups.

habit has his own jar of candy, filled to the brim with reese’s cups. he loved them, ate one after every meal and carried them around like they’re mints. he kept the ceramic jar on the counter for easy access, and when you’d quietly snuck to grab one while he was gone—

“whatcha doing?”

you remembered flinching so hard it made him cackle. you were on your period, simply craving any form of chocolate you could get your hands on. you knew your boyfriend was greedy, greedy in the way he hunted, greedy in the way he practically fused himself to you.

but god forbid you eat one reese’s cup.

“just one?” you whispered, looking up at him pleadingly. he hummed in faux thought, deciding to entertain your begs. his fingers traced along the hem of your (his) hoodie, tickling your soft skin, “what do i get?”

“huh?”

“come on, sweetheart,” he groaned, canines sharp as he grinned, “gotta give me somethin’. i’m givin’ you something.” you laid your head on his chest, and he could see you debating. he knew he was being cruel—it was a reese’s cup. “what do you want?” you murmured.

habit decided to be merciful.

“go get one. but don’t eat it yet, bring it back here t’me.”

you shot up fast enough to make him chuckle, returning with the orange wrapped sweet in your hands. he guided you to straddle his hips, watching you get nervous as you handed him the reese’s. his hands found your thighs, thumbs pressing into the plush skin to help soothe you.

“open it.”

you tore the packaging, gently tearing the second skin off the chocolate. you waited.

“good girl,” he smirked, “now feed it to me.”

you tried to stop yourself from frowning, the cramps in your stomach intensifying and your cravings slowly growing more unbearable. “don’t pout, sweetheart,” he opened his mouth, and you pushed the treat between his teeth, “now, c’mere.”

before you could mourn or question, his hips thrusted upward, forcing you to fall forward against him. your lips connected, and you squeaked in shock at the sudden taste of chocolate, peanut butter, and something purely habit.

when the treat had dissipated in the warmth of your mouths working against each other, the only smear of chocolate left behind was the tiny bit in the corner of your lips. habit’s tongue lolled out, licking your mouth clean.

“y’sweeter than the damn candy,” he mused, “could barely taste it over you.”

habit loved his reese’s cups, but he much preferred this now that he’d gotten a taste of it—the chocolate swirled with your saliva was addictive, and he couldn’t imagine you would touch his reese’s jar without kissing him ever again.

he wondered what he could get you to do next time.

riotrants: he’s just mean

[ilong2dot0]

👅🤤🤤👅😫

[lambtothehabit]

thinking about Eyeless Jack and HABIT + pussy inspection and eating you out on your period!

@dogfreakazoid

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You were so embarrassed that you felt like hopping into a hole and stay there until death took you.

“… What?”

Habit and Jack stood in front of you, and their opposite personalities could be seen from the way they looked at you.

Jack had his hands behind his back, posture straight and composed; just the way you’d want your doctor to be. Habit, on the contrary, was slouching down a bit, hands in his pockets, with a grin on his face that looked more like a threat.

“You heard it right, bun.” Habit said, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he cocked his head, “Pussy inspection. Open those legs.”

You blinked and you almost laughed at the absurdity of it. You couldn’t believe it. Your eyes moved to Jack and you expected to see him shake his head, to take your side.

“I find myself agreeing with the mutt.” Jack’s smooth voice hit your ears.

Habit tilted his head to Jack and raised his hands in mock offence, “With that face, you could be a mutt too.”

You stared at them, still sitting on the bed. Your hands played with the blanket.

“You’re aware I’m on my period, right?” You asked them, “It’s not pretty down there.”

Jack tilted his head, “I beg to differ. You’re prettiest when you’re bleeding.”

Habit snorted, “Such a way with words, bet she’s swayed.” A pause, “But I agree.”

You knew your… boyfriends? Could you call them that, or cannibals with weird abilities that decided not to eat you? Either way, you sighed deeply. You knew your boyfriends were freaks. Disgusting freaks.

“Alright.”

Who said you weren’t one, too?

Your fingers hooked to the waistband of your shorts and you pushed both those and your panties down your legs before letting them pool at your ankles.

The two demons moved closer before Habit grabbed you by the hips, dragging your ass to the edge of the bed. You yelped but didn’t resist.

They both got on their knees and their hands kept your legs open. The sight of blood between your folds made them stare and you huffed a breath.

“Wanna snap a picture? Bet it will last long—“

A loud yelp escaped your lips, interrupting your sentence. Habit’s hand came down again, slapping your cunt for the second time.

“Watch your attitude.” He threatened.

And you knew it was a threat, and that he will not spare you the punishment. If anything, he hoped you’d talk back so he had a reason to be meaner than usual.

You closed your mouth, cheeks flushed as a mix of shame and excitement bubbled in your lower tummy. Habit kept the eye contact going as he brought his bloody fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“How does she taste like?” Jack asked him, voice casual and serious.

Habit hummed, “Sweet and metallic. Have you been eating enough red meat lately? You could use some more.”

Jack returned to look at your cunt and he tilted his head as the ends of his hair grazed your inner thigh. You bit your lip as you could feel his breath hit you.

“Please, just—“ You muttered, “Just do something.”

Jack turned to Habit, “Would you mind keeping her cunt open for me?”

Habit bowed his head dramatically, “Obviously not, my liege.”

He brought his hands between your legs, and he used his thumbs to part your lips, keeping your cunt wide open. The sensation made your skin tingle as you sucked in a breath.

“Hm, that is interesting.” Jack noted, “Your clitoris looks bigger than normal. Do you feel aroused?”

Your cheeks were burning up, “Jesus, why do you even ask when you already now the—hah!”

Habit pinched your clit, making you cry out. “We really gotta work on your attitude, bunny. Sweetest cunt can’t belong to a mean mouth like yours.”

Jack blew cold air on your clit, making your cunt squeeze around nothing and forcing a whine out of your mouth.

“That’s better. I like this sound more.” Jack hummed in approval.

He moved closer and he traced his fingers down your slit, making your breath hitch.

“Your blood has such a pretty colour, and I can see you are more sensitive when you are on your period, correct?”

He was getting his part done right. Okay, it wasn’t a part. He was a real doctor. Still, he was taking it seriously.

“Mhm. Yeah.” You muttered.

Habit kept looking, alternating between your face and your cunt every few moments. He took his sweet time looking at the blood drooling out of your hole.

He couldn’t deny it was making him a big hungry.

“I wonder if you feel warmer.” Jack asked, but it was more directed at himself than anything.

He moved his middle finger to your hole, rubbing the pad of his digit against your entrance, collecting the mix of blood and wetness before slowly pushing it inside.

A low moan escaped your mouth as he went as deep as possible, thrusted once, and moved his finger back out. You whined at the loss and Habit shot you a mocking pout before looking at Jack’s finger.

“Pretty.” Jack noted, watching the blood on his finger before glancing at Habit, “Want it?”

Habit didn’t respond with words, but he moved closer and took Jack’s finger in his mouth. He used his tongue to lap at the blood as he sucked on it.

He popped the finger out of his mouth with a low moan and he licked his lips.

“What do you say?” Jack asked.

Habit stayed silent for a while, as if he was really trying to find the right words, before finally deciding to say a simple, “I think I need another taste. For scientific purposes, obviously.”

You watched as he pushed his face right into your cunt, and your jaw dropped when he lapped at your folds before licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit.

Jack breathed out, a frustrated sound escaping his mouth, “If you keep this up, I won’t get a taste as well.”

Habit hummed against you as he had his mouth attached to your clit, “Better join the fun then, doc.”

Jack’s hand tangled in Habit’s hair and he pushed him off to have some space before diving right in. You could feel his three long and slimy tongues move around, circling your entrance before one of them pushed inside.

You cried out as you didn’t expect it to fill you up completely, the tip of his tongue hitting your g spot repeatedly.

Habit moved to the side, deciding to lap at your clit instead. His mouth kissed, licked, sucked and also lightly bit.

“How is it, doc?” Habit asked tauntingly, eyes half lidded and mouth a bit bloody.

Jack moved away just enough to rasp out, “Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

The greyish lower part of his face was tainted with blood, shiny and slimy as his tongues lapped at it before going back to your cunt. Habit joined this time as they both lapped at you.

You were so dizzy that you went mute. Your brain was blank and your cunt was so sensitive that it almost hurt. You glanced down at them with half lidded eyes and as they lapped over your bloody folds, their tongues bumped into each other.

Until they were making out, trying to get your blood off of the other’s tongue. It was a nasty act and the kiss was sloppy, pinkish drool dripping down their faces. Jack was pushing his three tongues into Habit’s mouth, and Habit was sucking on one.

“You guys are freaks.” You said, although you couldn’t look away even if you tried to.

Habit’s hand moved to pinch your clit over and over again, while Jack pumped two fingers inside you at the same time.

“Focus on this, lamb.” Jack said between kisses.

Your thighs were shaking, eyes threatening to roll back and lips parted. When your orgasm came, it hit you like a wave. Your cunt throbbed around Jack’s fingers and you whined.

Habit and Jack interrupted the kiss, turning to you.

“Getting off to two guys kissing. Who’s the freak here?”

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a/n: got carried away. cramps are killing me. sometimes i just want two boyfriends who also kiss.

[ilong2dot0]

Speed oh my god🤤🤤🤤

[lambtothehabit]

l don’t care if it’s not canon. habit’s blood is an aphrodisiac. i don’t care.

walk with me.

which brings us here. second thought for this.

habit lets you feed on him, not telling you the little secret about his blood. but you don’t tell him that a vampire’s bite also has aphrodisiac effects.

and so five minutes later, you’re humping each other. which turns habit into a pathetic fucked out sub mutt.

fucked out, eyes glazed over and rolling back, blissed out smile, face completely flushed, tears streaming down his cheeks, drool dripping from his mouth as he babbles how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how much he loves you and he’s shooting blanks.

press post. goodnight fellas.

[ilong2dot0]

This is actually peak I wish I had a brain as smart as this🤤

[lambtothehabit]

@dogfreakazoid this one is for us twin

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Jack never thought he’d end up like this.

You were a sweetheart. Always have been. Sweet little thing whose tail waggled whenever he interacted with you.

Just happy to be around him.

Habit was the problem. Sharing you with Habit was enough work as it was, but having Habit lash out at him if he dared steal your attention?

Those two always ended up bloody.

He liked being an owner—especially if the puppy he cared for was you.

Habit was a fucking mutt. Rabid, feral, bitchy. Always baring teeth and claws and whatever bullshit came to mind.

That was why he had him collared.

“You’re fucking dead by the time I get out of this fucking thing.” Habit threatened in the corner of the room.

Jack glanced at him. Habit was kneeling on the floor, a chain attaching him to the wall. His hands were tied behind his back and he had a shock collar around his neck.

“I am afraid this is just the consequence of your own actions, mutt.” Jack told him flatly, “You have been misbehaving too much lately. I had to correct you.”

Habit bared his teeth, eyes dead set on Jack. He wanted to kill him. To sink his teeth in his neck and tear him apart and—

“It’s a shame, really.” Jack continued, “If you just behaved like I told you to, you could be fucking this little thing instead of kneeling on the floor like a dog.”

His hands were on your waist, helping your movements. Your head was lolled back, eyes glazed over and mouth parted.

Your moans hit Habit’s ears like thunders, and he clenched his jaw hard enough to crack his molars.

“Too bad you have to watch.” Jack finished giving him attention, returning to look at you instead.

Your arms sneaked around his neck, face hiding in the crook of his neck as needy moans and whines left your mouth.

“You’re so—hah—big!” You cried out, sobs escaping your mouth.

Jack hummed, “And you’re taking it so well, puppy.” before petting the back of your head.

His hands gripped your waist, making you move faster. You complied despite your legs feeling completely jelly. You nuzzled harder into his neck, moans and sobs muffled.

“Doing so, so well for me. Behaving like a good pet, unlike someone else. Right?” He hummed.

You hummed too, fucked out of your mind to understand what was going on between him and Habit.

“You fucker,” Habit growled, “Untie me. Let’s see if you—“

A shock of electricity ran through his whole body, making him seize up as a choked yelp escaped his mouth. Habit’s eyes squeezed shut in pain.

“Language or I’ll cut your tongue.” Jack told him before pressing his lips to your jaw, “He has no manners, really. I feel sorry you have to be around him, lamb.”

Habit looked at you, eyes half lidded in a mix of pain and lust. He was hunched over, hands behind his back as his eyes followed the movements of your ass hitting Jack’s thighs.

Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, his cock hard and painful in his boxers, “Come on. Let me fuck.”

Jack breathed out slowly, focusing on you.

“I’m talking to you, little bitch.” Habit pressed on, hands tugging at the chains around his wrists.

Jack flipped you, forcing you on your tummy before raising your hips up. He snapped his hips back and forth, pelvis hitting your ass.

“Sweetest pet ever and then I get cursed with the dumbest mutt around.” Jack muttered under his breath, glancing at Habit before looking back down at you.

His hand gripped the base of your tail, making you sob into the pillow. He knew he was being a little mean to you, but Habit’s been getting on his nerves.

“Awh, look at ya.” Habit snickered, “Getting all hot and bothered? You’re treating our pet like a common—“

Another shock went through his body, making his head tilt back, a low groan as a slow smile appeared on his face.

Jack fucked into you harder, faster, deeper. Your eyes were rolled back, drool making a puddle on the pillow under your cheek as you pawed at the bedsheets.

His hand sneaked around your tummy before letting his fingers press on the plush flesh, making you feel the bulge in your stomach. You gasped as your ass pressed back to him.

Your whines echoed in the room as you came so hard the whole room spun, making a big mess. Jack cooed, “That’s a good pet. You make me so, so proud.”

His tip nudged against your sweet spot before spilling inside you, hands on your waist. He grunted under his breath, grinding into you slowly, letting your hole milk him dry.

Habit was fuming. And turned on so much he felt dizzy. He watched as Jack moved back, slipping out of you before taking you in his arms.

He walked off of the bed and took you to Habit, lowering you on the floor before walking behind Habit.

Habit furrowed his eyebrows, “What—“

Jack’s hand closed around the back of Habit’s neck, shoving his face between your legs.

“Clean my pet, mutt.”

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what happened to my panties.

[ilong2dot0]

OH IM NUTTING EVERYWHEREEE

[sexxyasia]

outta my world [hesitant alien gerard way x fem reader]

SUMMARY: first date went weird than i had expected to be honest

WARNINGS: tentacle dih, kissing, smut, blowjob, cum swallowing, soft dom reader, gerard is obviously not a human being, loss of virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie (or u could call it a moonpie 🫩), sex on the first date, “good boy”, instructions/teaching him, and nothing in this story ties down reader to a certain race or body type

AN: THANK YOU ANON FOR YHIS BANGER

it was my first date a really long time. ever since my last break up i'd honestly been way too scared to go out and talk to someone new, let alone actually go out with someone.

but i finally faced my fears and i let one of my closest friends set me up on a date with some guy from her job. he seemed nice and he was pretty cute, so i honestly didn't mind going out with him. 

he was kinda awkward but that's not the worst thing ever, right? well maybe he was a little bit more than kinda awkward, he seemed like he was from a different planet. and no, i don't mean he seemed high. he seemed so unattached from almost everything. when i ordered my meal, he asked me what it was. i ordered smoked salmon. but oddly he ordered white rice and broccoli. maybe he was dieting.. 

but he also had no idea about anything i liked. i told him about the music i listened to and it seemed like he had no idea what i was talking about. "d'ya know cranberries?" i asked? he shook his head no. "what about the red hot chilli peppers?" he shook his head no. "nirvana?" i asked as a final question. he shrugged and shook his head no once again. 

i sighed, my friend told me he and i had so much in common, but it seemed like he and i didn't even know about the same things. he barely even knew anything about recent news or politics. "how do you feel about the new mayor, he's so weird right?" i asked. he furrowed his brows in confusion. "i'm not from here, sorry." he said. i rolled my eyes, did this guy know anything. 

but i didn't wanna end he date just because he was a little detached. maybe he was just not on his phone that much, maybe he was just a nerdy fellow who stayed at home and didn't really like trying new things. so finally i asked him what he did know. he sighed and looked around the restaurant as if someone was watching him.  he brought his hand to the table and reached out for mine. 

"can i trust you?" he asked, sweating bullets and flushing red. i nodded nervously. was this dude a fucking serial killer? "well i probably can't tell you here, who knows who's around." he said with a loud gulp. i pulled my hand from his and brought it back to my fork. 

the rest of the date was pretty uneventful, if anything all i picked up is that he was probably just autistic or something. because he was quiet, awkward and silly. which wasn't a bad thing, just not what i'd expected when friend was describing him to me. 

we mainly talked out things he liked since he had no idea about what i liked, and he sure could talk. we talked about space for most of the date, but every once in a while he would go off on little tangents about how it there's aliens, humans shouldn't be scared of them. i thought it was kind of weird that he was really hammering in the fact that humans shouldn't fear aliens.

"they're probably so kind, they came to our planet to meet us just because they wanted to know us and our culture." he said with a smile, by the end of the date i was fully convinced that aliens were probably good people

 or creatures...

as our meals ended and our extraterrestrial conversation died down, i offered he and i go some place else. "wanna get outta here and have some fun?" i whispered, innocently implying i wanted a sweet treat of sorts. "can i go to your place?" he asked, quickly and excitedly. "err, sure." i said apprehensively.

honestly i didn't expect this sweet, awkward guy to offer me sex on the first date but hey, he's cute and i haven't been laid in quite a minute. hopefully he knew what he was doing.

GIF by viviansturns

after finishing our meals, and playing the check an uber he called took us to my apartment. he seemed beyond excited to go in for some reason, like he'd never been inside someone else's house. as i unlocked the door he almost dove into the foyer area. i chuckled. maybe he was happy he'd finally get to fuck someone, maybe he was a virgin. it really wouldn't surprise me to be honest.

i followed after him, locking the door behind myself and kicking off my heels. "shoes off mister." i said with a frown as his dress shoes dirtied my carpet. he awkwardly chuckled and kicked off his shoes near mine, leaving his feet in some bright green socks. who knew that'd be under his navy blue suit.

i slowly and seductively walked towards him. i reached for his shoulder as i go closer, instantly his face turned bright pink and he gulped. "what're you doing?" he asked nervously. "what you wanted me to do silly." i said with a smile before leaning on for a kiss.

he shoved me off quickly and he stepped back with a gasp. "sorry. i didn't expect you to be so quick with it." he said, forehead drilling sweat. i stepped closer to him again. "we could take it slow if you'd like." i said, running my hand up and down his arm. 

he shot an awkward smile before leading himself to my couch and sitting down. i sat next to him and crossed my legs, we probably weren't going to get frisky for a minute. 

his breathing was ragged and i could hear his mouth open to speak every once in a while, but nothing would come out. after a few minutes of sitting in an awkward silence he finally spoke. "i have a secret." he said, looking down at his lap. "what's up." i said, looking toward him worried.

he sighed before continuing. "umm what do you want?" he asked. "for you to fuck me." i whispered teasingly. still looking down he continued, "well i have a problem down there." he replied with a gulp. oh gosh, did he have stds or something. i nodded before he continued. "i'm not like you. or other guys. i have something you've never seen." he said sighing. 

we sat in silence again, i wasn't sure what to say. what could he possibly be talking about. "is it like super small? or super big?" i questioned, breaking the silence. "it's kind of big, but that's not it." he replied quietly. "it's not human. i'm not human." he finally whispered. 

i tried to stifle my laugh, was this dude serious. "uhh what're you, a fuckin' alien?" i joked. he nodded. i rolled my eyes. "i came here a few years ago and began a human life. i've always been attracted to human women. y'know like you." he said in a hushed tone. i nodded, trying to seem genuine. "what's that gotta do with your dick?" i questioned. he sighed out a quiet laugh before bringing my hand to his lap. 

i flinched as it touched his cock through his pants. a weird feeling hit my fingers, a moving, tentacle feeling thing sat underneath. i gasped, completely at a loss for words. he chuckled "i told you so." he said with a smile. i awkwardly laughed and pulled my hand away. "w-what is that... t-that thing?" i asked, stuttering from disbelief. "my reproductive organ." he replied bluntly.

i scooted back on the couch, trying to maintain my composure. my face felt flushed from fear, my hands shook as i pushed myself further away from him. 

"i won't hurt you." he said quietly. "i like you." he said sincerely. god was he good. he made me feel kind of bad for trying to get away from him. i'd honestly be so pissed if he did because i wanted to trust him.

"p-promise?" i said, still nervous and shaky. he nodded and sat closer to me. i took a deep breath before placing my hand on the moving whatever that was under his pants. 

after a second i got used to the weird sensation and it kind of tickled. he groaned quietly to himself as the tentacle moved around, whipping back and forth in his pants. "can i see it." i whispered to him. he nodded as he began unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down just a smidge. 

that's when it popped out, whipping straight up and wiggling. i jumped as the long tentacle hopped around his lap. “it’s only fair if you get naked too.” he said, innocently looking away.

i felt my face warm in both excitement and nervousness. i slowly and teasingly pulled the straps of my tight dress down my arms, then i shimmied the fabric from around my torso and let it drop the the ground. luckily i hadn’t had worn a bra underneath. i pulled my red lacy panties down too, allowing the clothing to pool together.

i allowed my naked body to plop back down on the couch, i saw his eyes wander my body quickly before i awkwardly broke the silence “do i… suck it?” i asked, scratching the back of my neck. “if you’d like.” he replied in a whisper.

i dropped down onto the floor, resting on my knees in front of him. "are you sure you're okay with this?" i asked softly, my hand resting on his thigh. "it's your first time, right?" he nodded, looking a little embarrassed but excited. "yes. on my planet we... we don't do things quite like this. i want to try. with you."

his cock was already half-hard, thick and ridged, the tip gently curling and uncurling like it had a mind of its own. it was a deep blueish-purple color, glistening slightly, and it twitched toward me when it felt the air. "wow," i whispered, leaning closer. "it's kinda cool." I said giggling as i got a closer look. he looked down at himself, a little shy. "it has a lot of sensation. it can feel everything."

i wrapped my hand gently around the base. it was warm and smooth, and immediately the tentacle-like shaft curled softly around my fingers, almost hugging them. he let out a quiet gasp. "okay," i said gently, starting to explain. "i'm going to use my mouth on you. i'll start slow. just relax and tell me what feels good."

i leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. it immediately flexed and brushed against my lips, like it was curious. i smiled and licked a slow stripe up the underside. the tentacle twitched hard and he moaned, his hand gripping the couch cushion. "that feels... really good," he breathed.

i took my time, kissing and licking all over the strange, moving length. it kept shifting and curling gently against my tongue, almost like it was exploring my mouth back. i wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked softly, taking just the head into my mouth. he made a surprised sound, hips twitching. "oh... your mouth is so warm and wet. it's... it's incredible."

i started moving my head slowly, taking more of him each time. the tentacle was flexible enough that it moved with me, curling and uncurling inside my mouth, rubbing against my tongue in ways no human cock ever could. it was fascinating and kind of hot.

i pulled off for a second to explain more. "i'm going to try taking you deeper now. if it feels too much, just tell me." he nodded eagerly, eyes half-lidded. "please... keep going."

i took him back into my mouth, sliding down further. the tentacle seemed to help, gently pushing and twisting as i sucked. it was long enough that i couldn't take all of it, but the way it moved made up for it. it pulsed and rubbed against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat in these slow, curious waves.

i used my hand on the part i couldn't reach, stroking in time with my mouth. he was moaning steadily now, one hand gently resting on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there.

"your tongue... the way you're sucking... it's so much better than i imagined," he panted. "i didn't know it could feel like this."

i hummed around him, the vibration making his tentacle cock twitch wildly in my mouth. it started secreting a sweet, slick fluid that made everything even smoother. i bobbed my head faster, sucking harder, really getting into it. the way it moved and responded to every lick and suck was addictive.

he was breathing faster, hips starting to move a little. "i think... i think i'm getting close. is that normal?" i pulled off just long enough to smile up at him. "yes, baby. let it happen. i want you to finish in my mouth."

i took him deep again, sucking with more purpose. his tentacle cock started moving more erratically, twisting and pulsing as his orgasm built. his hand tightened gently in my hair as he let out a long, shaky moan.

with a deep groan, he came hard. thick, sweet-tasting fluid flooded my mouth in pulsing waves as his tentacle writhed and curled against my tongue. i kept sucking gently through it, milking every drop as he trembled and gasped above me.

when he finally finished, the tentacle slowly relaxed, still twitching occasionally. i pulled off carefully and swallowed, looking up at him with a smile.he was breathing hard, looking completely dazed and blissed out.

“that was... i don't even have words. thank you." i crawled up onto the couch and kissed him softly. "anytime. we can try lots of other things too, if you want.” i said mindlessly. he smirked. “like right now?” he said. i nodded as a reply. i felt his warm and stick tentacle move underneath me slowly, getting hard again.

i then began straddling his hips with my knees on either side. i could feel his tentacle cock already starting to twitch and curl against my thigh, like it had a mind of its own and was excited for what was coming next. he looked up at me with those wide, curious eyes, his hands resting nervously on my waist.

"okay sweet boy," i said softly, smiling down at him as i brushed his hair back. "we're going to try riding now. that means i get on top and i move while you're inside me. it's going to feel really different and really good. just relax and let me show you, alright?" he nodded quickly, looking a little overwhelmed but so eager. "yes please. i want to feel all of it. tell me everything."

i reached between us and gently took hold of his tentacle cock. it immediately curled warmly around my fingers, the ridged surface pulsing softly. "first i'm going to lower myself onto you. it'll be warm and tight inside me. you might feel me squeeze around you. that's normal and it feels really good."

i lined the wiggling tip up with my entrance and slowly sank down. the head pushed inside me and immediately started twisting and exploring, the flexible length curling and rubbing against my walls in ways no human cock ever could. i moaned softly as i took more of him, inch by inch, until i was fully seated in his lap.

"oh my stars," he gasped, his hands tightening on my hips. "you're so warm and wet inside. i can feel everything. it's… it's squeezing me." i stayed still for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling, gently rocking my hips in tiny circles. "good boy. just feel how deep you are. now i'm gonna start moving. i'll go up and down and grind on you. you can hold my hips or my waist… whatever feels natural."

i began to ride him slowly at first, lifting up until just the tip was inside me, then sliding back down. his tentacle twisted and curled excitedly with every movement, rubbing against all my sensitive spots at once. the texture of the ridges felt incredible as i bounced.

"does that feel good?" i asked sweetly, keeping my pace steady. "you can thrust your hips up a little to meet me if you want. just follow what your body wants to do." he let out a shaky moan and started moving with me, his hips bucking up gently. "it feels amazing. every time you move it rubs me in different ways. your body is so soft and tight around me."

i smiled and started riding him faster, bouncing properly now. my breasts moved with every quick drop down onto his lap. the wet, obscene sounds of me riding his alien cock filled the living room. his tentacle dick kept writhing and pulsing inside me, the tip curling up to press against that perfect spot deep inside.

"you're doing so well," i praised him, leaning down to kiss his forehead while still riding him hard. "such a good boy for your first time. feel how wet i am for you? that's ‘cause you feel so good in me."

i picked up the pace even more, slamming down onto him quickly, grinding my clit against his base every time i bottomed out. his hands were gripping my hips tighter now, helping guide me as i rode him fast and eager.

"keep going just like that," i moaned, instructing him between breaths. "you can squeeze my tits if you want.” i said holding back my screams.

he took my advice immediately, one hand sliding up to cup my breast while the other stayed on my hip. his tentacle cock was moving wildly inside me now, twisting and thrusting in time with my bounces. the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.

"i love how you move," he panted, looking up at me with pure bliss. "you're so beautiful like this. i-i never imagined it could feel this incredible."

i rode him even harder, the couch creaking loudly under us as i bounced quickly on his lap. sweat was starting to glisten on both of our bodies. every fast drop down made his tentacle cock curl and rub perfectly against my g-spot.

"you're getting close, aren't you baby?" i asked sweetly, still riding him hard and fast. he nodded in a daze. "when you feel like you're going to finish, just let it happen. i want to feel you cum deep inside-a me."

he nodded frantically, his breathing ragged. "yes… i'm so close. you feel too good. i don't know how much longer i can last."

i kept riding him quickly, grinding down hard with every bounce, determined to make him feel everything. his cock started thrashing wildly inside me, the ridges rubbing me perfectly as my own orgasm built fast.

"cum with me, sweet boy," i moaned, slamming down on him one last time.

we both finished hard at the same time. i cried out as my orgasm crashed over me, clenching tightly around his moving length. he groaned loudly, his whole body shaking as his tentacle cock pulsed and spurted deep inside me, filling me with wave after wave of warm fluid while it kept twisting and curling through his climax.

i kept grinding slowly on him through both of our orgasms, milking every last drop as we trembled together on the couch.

i stayed in his lap for a long time as we both caught our breath. his tentacle cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching lazily every few seconds. i rested my forehead against his, gently running my fingers through his hair.

"how do you feel?" i asked softly, still a little out of breath. "was that okay for your first time?" he let out a shaky laugh and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "that was... incredible. i didn't know sex could feel like that. the way you moved on me, the way your body squeezed around me... i think i'm addicted already."

i smiled and kissed his nose sweetly. "good boy. i'm really glad you liked it. your cock is so perfect for riding. the way it moves and curls inside me... it hits places no normal guy could ever reach. it's honestly kind of unfair how good it feels."

his dick gave a little happy twitch inside me at the compliment. he looked up at me with bright, curious eyes.

"can i ask you something?" he said shyly. "when you were riding me so fast... did it feel good for you too? or were you mostly doing it for me?" i laughed softly and rocked my hips a tiny bit, making his tentacle curl again. "oh it felt amazing for me. every time you moved inside me it was rubbing all my favorite spots at once. your cock is so flexible and textured... it's like it knows exactly where to press. i came really hard because of it."

he blushed at my words. "really? i liked when you explained everything to me. it made me feel less nervous. can we do this again soon? maybe i can try being on top of you next time. i want to learn how to make you feel even better." i smiled at him before responding, "of course we can," i said, kissing him gently. "you're such a sweet, eager boy. i love teaching you. and honestly, your tentacle dick is my new favorite thing. the way it moves and pulses when you cum... it's so fuckin’ hot."

he grinned and nuzzled into my neck. "i like when you call it that. my tentacle dick. it sounds dirty but wholesome when you say it." his cock gave another little playful curl inside me, like it was agreeing. i giggled and squeezed around him. "see? even your cock likes the attention. we can be as freaky as you want, baby. we can try lots of positions. you can fill me up as many times as you want. i love how curious and sweet you are about all of this."

he hugged me tighter, still buried inside me. "i never expected to find someone who would be so patient and loving with me. thank you for teaching me. i want to learn everything with you."

we stayed like that for a while longer, talking softly and kissing while his cock continued to make little happy movements inside me.

[ilong2dot0]

Oh my gawd this is so good🤤🤤🤤👅👀👅

[ger-rawr-xd]

dude.. i’d love to be kidnapped by a fat dilf gee.. held in their basement all the time until he occasionally comes down to use me in some way.. either stuffing their cock down my throat or in my pussy… many such cases

contents: fem reader, evil fat dilf gee, kidnapping, noncon, emetophilia, dacryphilia, dddne it's like you combined basement gee and fat dilf gee... 🪡 anon your brain is so big and beautiful. but also there's so many routes we can take from here. like-- how did they kidnap you? are you getting princess treatment or the bare minimum down in that basement? do you have stockholm syndrome yet?

i'm gonna go based off of my ideal kidnapped by fat dilf gee scenario but let's wake this up i could probably talk about this for hours. - he never comes down at the same time of day, it leaves you in that constant state of dread. you never know when you're going to hear all six of the locks opening one by one. when you're going to try to drown out the sound of their heavy footfalls coming down each step. you don't know if it's better or worse that he never turns on the big light, just the lamp out of your reach. this isn't forever. any day now, they're gonna find me. is what you keep telling yourself. the cuff and chain around your ankle don't allow you to go much further than your mattress or the bucket in the corner. showers are rare, gee loves how you naturally smell. they let you know that much by constantly burying their nose where your musk lingers the most. your armpits, your hardly shampooed hair, your mound is their favorite spot. but they're not much of a munch. you're here for him to use.

you're here for him to have a few warm, wet holes for him to stick his cock in whenever he pleases. they're so mean to your throat, you'd think they'd forgotten you're a living, breathing thing. but when you open your eyes for just a second, through bleary eyes you can see him looking right back at you. your tear streaked cheeks, your eyes red from the pressure of his tip bullying your gag reflex.

good news though!! you're getting better at not throwing up bile around his cock. well- good news for you. cus gee actually likes it when you do. it's only made him more mean when he fucks your throat. sometimes they hold your nose, other times they'll lay you back on the mattress, cage you in with their big hairy thighs and truly use your throat. they cum sooo fast this way.

their favorite way to fuck you is on all fours. but it's more of them holding your hips up while you try to squirm away, but they'll just keep pulling you back onto their cock when you do. but that's a lot of work!! so it always ends up with him laying over you, damp with sweat, hairy and heavy, panting in your ear. or a nose in your pit followed by a groan and a particularly rough set of thrusts. he prefers holding you down with his hands or his body over cuffs, he likes feeling your resistance firsthand. this is the only position he'll really kiss you in, or lick. he lovesss running his tongue from your cheek to your head, followed by a kiss. he's the most tender in this position, his words don't match his actions though 'doin' so good f'me sugar... just keep taking it,' like you ever had a choice in the matter. but it's when he's the nicest to you, and you've found yourself soaking it up more and more lately.

[ilong2dot0]

Oh lord I’m bout to bustttt

[ger-rawr-xd]

I never see people write about tbp Gerard. Especially when he had white hair, like that’s kitty.

He’d love to be eaten out, bent over on your bed. Looking back at you red and blushing while you tongue and lick at their hole….ughhhhhhhhh take me out back

stop oh my god that’s KITTYYYUHHHHH.

it was their idea to bend over and arch so pretty, but then they get all surprised when you can’t keep your tongue out of their hole. it’s such a vulnerable position, they don’t know what to do with their hands. they end up subconsciously kneading at the blankets beneath them, gripping them and arching further down when your tongue breaches that spit-slick pink rim.

you haven’t even touched their poor cock yet. you don’t really even need to, it’s drooling perfectly fine on its own. when you pull away to admire your work you can see it visibly twitching in time with his hole’s needy winking. you’ve seen his tip go from a pretty blush pink, to that same reddened blush on his cheeks, begging for attention. if you were to stroke them, they’d probably cum then and there. but you’re having too much fun. you want this to last.

and the noises they’re making… they’re so comfortable with you that they’re far beyond caring what comes out of their throat. keening and whining, begs that start off as ‘please’ but end up as little cries. they’ll be ‘so good for you’ but they already are, so that’s not gonna change much, is it? just those pretty pleading hazel eyes looking back up at you are almost enough to make you cave. to give them exactly what they want. but then they start reaching back. they themself aren’t even sure of why they’re reaching back. regardless, you meet their hand halfway and lace your fingers with theirs so they can squeeze your hand when your ruthless teasing gets to be too much :(( <3

[ilong2dot0]

Oh my goddd🤤

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Knocked Down a Peg ❥

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Your lover has done you dirty, but he’s promised to make it up to you. Swearing up and down he’ll do whatever it takes- by any means necessary.

Even if it costs his ego and a half.

!! Ft. Hoodie x GN! AFAB! Reader !! W/C: 2.6k

-> Sub/bottom! Brian, pegging (obvi), fingering, overstim, slight tiny tiny bit sadist reader, Tim cameo (not in a freaky way), dacryphilia + reader and their strap against the world ->

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Brian’s had his fair share of adventurous bedroom endeavors, but this was uncharted territory.

He’s let you ride him before, manhandled him (kind of) here and there- now, though? You were scaring him.

You’d brought it up so casually that it borderline gave the man whiplash. One minute, you’re lying on his chest, cuddling like you always do. Then the next, you’re dropping a bomb.

“Do you know what pegging is?”

Stated bluntly, he froze under you. Asking if you were serious, and when you told him you were, he sighed. Closing his eyes as if you’d just said you wanted to blow up the house.

The issue was that Brian had a very difficult time saying no to you. Especially when you were mad at him.

He had stained your favourite throw-pillow with blood, practically painting the thing scarlet in his recklessness. It was either this or the couch, so he debated with himself using logic- along with his hatred for sleeping on the sofa.

You’d let him try all sorts of things on a whim, so it’d only be fair if he at least humoured you once. That led to him having a very humiliating experience trying to prep before you got home, and one solid everything-shower later, he was ready.

As ready as he could ever be, anyway.

You returned with a plethora of gadgets. From vibrators to straps, your collection was worrying. It had him nervous, a little fearful, but willing nonetheless. You had laid out a towel over the sheets, pulling lube from the bags with a grin.

It started normally, kissing, maybe a bit of grinding with you on top. Your hand wrapped around his cock, and he’d almost forgotten about the entire plan- only to be given a hefty reminder.

In the middle of giving him head, you suddenly pressed a palm against his inner thigh, spreading his legs wider. Brian, naive to the upcoming sensations, propped up his knee. Giving you plenty of workroom.

Then it happened.

You’d thrown the bottle of lube to the side earlier, and now it was going to be put to use. After popping the cap, you wet your fingers with the liquid. Carefully tracing the tight ring of muscle before pushing in. And he nearly flinched off the mattress.

“J-Jesus Christ, warn a guy, would ya’?” Mumbling, it felt weird. Though you eased him by picking up the pace with your other hand. Stroking up and down while you nudged deeper.

He tried his best to relax, really, he did. It was just hard to ignore the fact that there was literally something in his ass. In and out, in and out- it took about ten minutes before he slumped back into the pillows.

It wasn’t terrible, not unbearable to the point he couldn’t enjoy your touch. However, as time progressed, another feeling began to creep in. Simmering beneath the surface, coiling hotly in his gut. An embarrassing, yet undeniable pleasure. It kind of felt… good.

You scissored your digits, and his hips jerked. Face redder than an ambulance’s siren. “How’s it feel? Does it hurt?” The knowing lilt in your voice made him want to die.

“S’fine.“ He grit his teeth. The longer you went, the more the sensation built. Instead of being uncomfortable, every rock of your fingers sent sparks straight to his cock. The tip weeping down his length as evidence. This was humiliating.

Though you seemed dead-set on seeing him crumble, clicking your tongue with feigned sincerity. “Are you sure? If it hurts, we can stop. You know I’d never keep going if it didn’t feel good, right, Bri?” You pumped deeper, dragging the pads of your fingers against his walls.

All his hard work, his painstakingly crafted stone mask, was for naught- because this had to be the equivalent of waterboarding. Jaw tensing, it was taking all his mental strength to focus on speaking. Stop the whines that were climbing up his throat.

“Christ- it’s fine. I told you ‘m fine-“ Mid sentence, then he arched off the linen violently. You’d hit something. A button of some sort that had him choking on spit. “Okay, haah- that’s new.” Weakly chuckling to pretend like he wasn’t on the brink of drooling.

His thighs twitched- fuck, this had to be torture. You were evil. So, so evil. Looking down at him with your eyes brighter than the moon, you slid in knuckle deep. Pressing directly onto the soft spot when his head flung back. “Shit- ngh- hold on. Give- give me a second-“

Brian grabbed at the sheets. “C’mon dolly- ah-“ A desperate attempt at bargaining, and you curled the digits. Pumping in and out as he squirmed.

This was beyond embarrassing. You had given up on touching his dick, letting it sit plump against his stomach. The only stimulation was from inside, making it the sole source of pleasure. He couldn’t even act like it wasn’t affecting him because his body had betrayed him.

Leaking onto his navel, his shaft pulsed. Flushed, while he turned his face to the side. Burying into the pillow to try and hide his expression. He knew damn well what faces he was making, and you’d never let him live it down. The scary, unfeeling, sniper-wielding Hoodie had been reduced to this.

His entire thing was being stoic, and now he was anything but. Panting like he’d run a marathon, cheeks pink with his brows furrowed. He zeroed in on the wall. Shivering despite his efforts, he bucked his hips. “Yer’ a real pervert, I ever tell you that? Oh fuck.” Gasping when you added a third finger.

You had his legs spread, one palm hoisting his thigh up, with the other pressing against his balls every time you rocked inside. Brian had never in his life wanted to disappear more.

The heat was turning up, and it was turning up fast. It was an inevitable outcome, yet he dreaded it all the same. Shit, yeah. Okay, it felt good. It wasn’t his fucking fault- his body just happened to have a sweet spot about two to three inches in. So what?

The coil was pulling taut. Swirling tighter and tighter, he grunted. “Fuckin’- mmph, n-not lettin’ me off easy, huh?” Never a nervous rambler, it seemed as if all his prowess had been thrown to the window.

Good lord, you were not giving up. Each suppressed noise only fuelled your lust, and you started slamming the digits in without a word. His shoulders bowed. “Fuck- holy shit, baby-“ Mouth hanging open while he gasped.

Teetering on the brink, he was so close. It’d only take another ten seconds if he’s honest. However, as he approached the ledge— you stopped. Abruptly pulling out, before you giggled at the anguish in his gaze. “You can’t cum yet! We haven’t even fucked.” The realization hit him in a flash.

Right. This was just the prep. You hadn’t entered the main event. The entire reason you’d settled between his legs in the first place.

Pegging.

Which included you and a strap. He didn’t even notice when you put the damn thing on, but it was already attached to your hips. A flat six inches. Decently sized, you’d gotten the toy in a glossy black, making it just wide enough to have him swallow dryly.

Brian cleared his throat, propping himself up on his elbows. “And you’re sure you wanna’ go all the way?” The hesitation in his voice made you laugh. “Yes, Bri. I want to go all the way. Besides, you always put me in crazy positions, I wanna’ see the hype.” You scooted forward, and his gaze flickered down.

There was no going back from this. He clenched his jaw. “What kinda’ positions you thinkin’ about?” Fear was written across his face when you slathered lube onto silicon. “Doggy.” You spoke, looking him dead in the eyes, more corrupted by authority than a politician. His lack of movement made you pat his thigh, toy now prepped.

“Face down, ass up, lover.”

Your words were crude, and he gawked at you before begrudgingly flipping over. He should’ve known falling in love was a bad idea. Technically, it could be worse, your affair ending in tragedy- but this had to be a close second. He hissed when he felt the plastic nudge against him, and you cooed.

“Relax.” Pushing in an inch, the stretch had him collapsing almost instantly. It was like you’d activated his nerves. You hadn’t even reached ‘the spot’, and he was already out of breath.

The sheets were balled in his grasp while he stammered. “Hold on, jus’, hah, give me a minute.” Voice cracking, you sank in halfway, ignoring his pleas. Of course, if it hurt, you’d pause immediately, yet you knew him.

His length was dribbling heavily, and if he wasn’t enjoying it, he would’ve said exactly that. “This isn’t even as big as you; you can take it.” With that, you rocked to the base.

Hoodie’s teeth latched onto the pillow on pure instinct, the stuffing muting his whine. It felt like you were in his fucking stomach. “Oh shit.” Muffled, he jerked sharply- you’d started without warning. Snapping your hips forward, the rhythm you set was merciless. Fast and hard as he pathetically clawed at the linen. You were trying to kill him.

The blunt tip knocked into the edge of his prostate nonstop. Every thrust had the silicone veins dragging along his oversensitive walls, and the pleasure was intense enough to have him spasming around you.

“Please- Jesus fuckin’- slow, ngh- d-down.” He moaned, tears clouding his view. “Uh, uh- huuh, dolly.” The bed frame was slamming into the wall from the force of your bodies, springs creaking under you.

His spine had formed a perfect semi-circle, and you slid your palm along his back, grabbing his waist as leverage. “You’re so loud, Brian. Does it feel that good?” Your mock would’ve made him defensive if he could think. Except his brain was nowhere near functional at the moment, and he couldn’t speak if he wanted to.

There wasn’t a singular thought in his head, the fullness making his tongue feel like concrete. His jaw was slack, with spit slipping past his lips. “Ah, ‘m not l-loud- hngh.” When you struck bullseye on his sweet spot, Brian sobbed. White dotted his vision, orgasm seizing him violently.

His eyes rolled before his lids drooped, forehead smushed into the cushion. Through his blurry gaze, he could see you positioned between his legs.

Your thighs tensed while you pressed yourself deeper, and his cock spilled onto the covers below. A pornographic sight he truly never thought he’d witness.

He panted, trembling. “Yer’ f-fucked up, y’know that?” Except, his little insult had fallen on deaf ears- because you shoved him down. Straddling his thighs from behind before driving back in to the hilt. He whimpered, keening like a dog as you rocked your hips harshly, not sparing him even a second to adjust. Your lover clutched at the pillow, using it as a lifeline.

Sweat beaded down your collar from exertion, and you sank your fingers into the fat of his waist. The base of the toy thumped onto your clit every time you slammed deeper, sensation rippling through you. “You’re so pretty like this, Bri. It’s not fair-”

He was a vision, absolutely stunning. “I should just keep you here, moaning like a whore.” The way he cried made your mouth water.

Brian, on the other hand, could not believe you were the same person who stitched him up on late nights. You were always sweet, always gentle- so why the hell were you fucking him as if you hated him? The power had gotten to you, and you pitched lower, pelvis flush. You drilled your cock into him, silicone hilt grinding against his ass.

The rough tempo forced his length to hump the mattress, and he writhed. Dual-ended pleasure racking through him. You were pumping in and out with abandon, the lube growing thick from friction. “I can’t. C- hah- can’t, I can’t, s’too much. S’toomuchplease- nngh.” He slurred, weakly scratching at the covers. His head felt like it was going to explode.

You were breaching into his guts at this point. The man couldn’t see straight, thrashing when you hit his prostate dead on. His release was climbing rapidly; your bedroom fogged like a sauna. You were using so much strength that the nightstand lamp swayed.

With pleasure rolling up his spine, he wailed pitifully. High-pitched whines punched out of his throat with each thrust. His brows pinched up, and he went limp, boneless as you used him. He couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t form a single cohesive thought or sentence. “So fuckin’ r-rough-” Your nose brushed his nape, and you bit down, lapping at the mark.

“Just a little more, you can do it. C’mon, c’mon.” You were so close, drunk off the noises he made. His thighs were slick and sticky enough to soak the linen. “Dolly, ‘m gonna’- guh- mmh gonna’—” He jolted, panting quickly before splattering onto your blankets. Yet you didn’t stop- you were fucking him past his orgasm. The sensation had him shuddering violently, and he lurched forward. Trying to escape the overstimulation.

“Pleaseplease- ngh- break- give me huh- a break-” He hiccuped, snot and tears wetting the cushion, you came with a gasp. Slumping into him while your arms gave out. You lay there for a moment, silent, the space filled with nothing but your shared exhaustion. He was ready to bask in your (much-deserved) affection and sleep for the rest of his years.

At least, that was the original plan.

Because as he collected his bearings, you pecked his damp shoulder. Tone chipper enough to make his blood run cold.

“Do you remember when we went five rounds back to back that one time?”

ᯓ★

Tim took a slow drag of his cigarette.

Brian was supposed to have sent back the recon footage hours ago, and he hadn’t responded to any texts. Sitting on the couch, he pinched the bridge of his nose. That bastard. The springs squeaked when he adjusted. Slouching, with his phone swiped open.

He dialled the sniper, just to misclick on the FaceTime option. But honestly, he couldn’t be bothered at this point. It rang once, twice- then the tell-tale chime echoed from his speakers. And when he glanced at the screen, he raised a brow.

His companion looked as if he’d been through hell and back, cheeks flushed with perspiration coating his skin. Tim could barely see the guy, yet it was evident that he was in bed, face pressed against a pillow. Was he crying? “The hell happened to you?” He grunted, and Brian shuffled slightly.

“Mm- ‘m on punishment.”

He sounded strained, baritone shaky. The brunette narrowed his eyes. What kind of excuse was he trying to pull off? They were aware that it was better to get the boring shit over with, and it’s not like sending files was difficult. Tim gave him a once-over, both perplexed and irritated. He knew Hoodie was at home, so why did he seem so out of it?

“Why are you breathin’ like that?”

“I- ngh-”

The frame went dark, then it flipped to reveal you- like you were behind Brian. You gave him a remorseful grin, and Tim’s eyes widened in horror as it clicked. “Sorry, Tim. He picked up by accident. He’ll call you tomorrow, promise.”

You gave him a thumbs-up before the call ended, leaving him to brew in his shock. The half-finished cig was loose in his hold, ash sparking while he stared at the wall.

“What the fuck.”

— ^ ^ —

Completely self indulgent who gaf

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Evan x a reader who actually really enjoys giving head. Like it relaxes them and gets them to that fuzzy, blissful heads space.

You get me. However reader is greedy and doesn’t stop after he finishes !! (Evil) @vxncevis UR MAN IS HERE !!

Overworked! Evan x Desk-Pet! Reader !! ^3^

Reader has an oral fixation, and Evan has the cure. (It’s in his pants) He cries, lots of overstim !! I mean LOTS.

— ^ ^ —

You were worried.

Even worse, your craving was hitting you stronger than it ever had- and your cure-all was busy.

Cooped up in his little office, Evan was scribbling away. Planning day in, day out, barely stopping to eat. Sure, you understood that this fight was important, but it had been so long.

Truly, an appalling amount of time had passed since you’d even kissed for longer than a couple of minutes. And you missed it, missed him.

Missed the comfort of feeling his warm palm buried in your hair. The slow praise he’d give you when you’d hollow out your cheeks. On your knees, blinking up at him all pretty, just the way he liked.

So you decided to bother him. Obviously. He had been working long enough; it was time for a break. Besides, you needed to focus too, and it was only fair that he helped you. Evan was your boyfriend, that’s like his whole job, isn’t it?

Skipping down the hall, your knuckles rapped against the door. A second of silence, and then there was faint shuffling from behind the frame. You really only knocked to be nice; his office was never locked. Not bothering to wait, you twisted the knob, poking your head through.

He was just too cute.

The shuffling had not been from him going to let you in, as you’d thought. Instead, what you’d heard was nearly half of his paper falling to the floor. And your lover?

Passed out and completely dead to the world.

Propped up with his cheek squished into his palm, he snored quietly at his desk. Drool collected at the corner of his mouth, and he sleepily murmured. What a dork.

Padding closer, you paused in the middle of fixing his hair. The memory of a previous conversation had come to your mind.

A late night in, and he sprawled against the couch. The TV was displaying a movie you weren’t paying attention to. Nothing that remarkable, yet a comment he’d made stuck with you. The scene that came on involved the male lead being woken up with head.

Your boyfriend, being the annoyance that he was, had turned to you. Saying something along the lines of “Y’know… If you loved me-“ Raising his brows suggestively, before you threw a pillow at his head, laughing.

Now, standing before him, you realized that this was a golden opportunity. I mean, it was perfect.

He had been working himself to the brink of death, and you were feeling needy. So really, you were doing you both a favour.

Grinning to yourself, you slinked to your knees. Crawling under the table quietly. His loose sweats weren’t much of a challenge to get off, lucky you.

You pulled the drawstring, watching it unravel with ease. Your beloved, none the wiser to your perversion, had chosen to go without boxers today. How very convenient, you think. You also think that he looks cute soft- not that you’d ever tell him that.

Carefully tugging out his cock, you pressed a kiss to the tip. Beginning to stroke him slowly as he plumped up in your hand. Evan was decently vocal, but you knew he still held back at times.

Embarrassed by the faces and sounds he’d make. Suppressing them by biting his palm or distracting you with his touch. However, his guard was completely down in this state, and the second you took him in your mouth- the quiet whines slipped out of him like a leaky tap.

His length was coated in drool, wet from your saliva. Twitching to life while you bobbed your head.

He was so sensitive like this.

His breathing had grown shallow, hitching when you’d swallow. From where you were, you could see the muscles in his thighs contract. Jolting lightly when you would hum around him. While his face was technically hidden, you could picture it as clear as day.

Brows furrowed, and mouth agape as the pleasure seeped into his dreams. Your poor boyfriend was probably so confused in that head of his. Innocently napping, when all of a sudden, his body was lit up with heat.

Deciding it was time to raise the stakes, you wondered how long it’d take before he woke up. Oh, he’d be adorable, you’re sure.

Guiding him deeper, you gagged slightly at the intrusion. It was absolutely worth it, though- because the noise that left him had you throbbing.

A breathy, stretched-out moan, and he slumped over. Drooping against the desk, he buried his face in his arm. Panting louder when you hollowed your cheeks. “Ah- haah- nghgod-“ Nose flush into his happy trail, you puffed when his hips jerked.

It was nice being down here, being full. You liked knowing he felt good, and honestly- you wanted to stay here forever.

His body was reacting on autopilot, shivering from the feeling. Your throat was so soft, warm around his cock. His subconscious acted on his behalf, rutting forward in clumsy half-thrusts.

Perhaps he wasn’t completely aware, but he didn’t need to be. All he knew was that it felt good and that he wanted more.

Spittle had collected at the corner of his mouth, dribbling onto the wood. “Mmh, oh- y-yeah.” He whimpered pathetically, weakly clawing at the surface while the room filled with lewd plaps.

You pried open his legs wider. Hooking your hands under the heavy limbs and sinking your thumbs into his inner thighs. Then, his arm dropped onto the table. Haphazardly finding your head, he rested his palm limply over your hair. Voice pitching as his hips became desperate.

Evan humped your slick throat like a puppy in heat. You would’ve thought he was fully conscious with the pitiful begs that escaped him. A mix of “P-please. Feel’s s’good- wanna- ah-“ and “Jus’ like that- d-don’t stop.” The words slurring together.

The only reason you knew he didn’t wake up was that when he did- he gasped so pretty it hurt.

Blinking rapidly, he jolted from his spot. Confused and flustered when the pleasure caught up to his sleep-fogged brain. He barely had the time to react, and the heat in his gut was already on the ledge. An inch away from snapping. He writhed, scrambling for purchase on the arms of the chair. “Baby? What-“

Squirming half-lidded, he trembled something terrible. Spine arching while he threw his head back, it thumped against the neck rest of the seat.

One minute, he was peacefully knocked out- then out of nowhere, it felt as if he was being touched all over.

His subconscious had decided to fill the blanks on its own accord. The dream started out mundane enough, with him scribbling something onto a blueprint.

Evan was minding his own business when he suddenly became hot.

Overheated from head to toe, like something wet and pulsing had manifested out of thin air, latching onto him over his pants. Looking down, he couldn’t see it, but he felt it. God, he felt it.

After grinding on his bulge, it wriggled past his waistband, sliding into his slacks. He nearly folded in half, catching himself on the desk, his knees threatened to buckle. The invisible force was amused by that, apparently, because it grew hungrier.

Gulping his cock down over and over, it fucked itself onto him like a sleeve. Normally, he would’ve been alarmed- but his judgement was impaired at the moment.

For some reason, he was even more sensitive than usual, and it didn’t seem like it’d be slowing down any time soon. So he tried pushing it off a tad- just to breathe. Yet that only spurred the thing on.

He would’ve been embarrassed, but dream logic, you know? Stuck between wanting to run from the pleasure, and diving head first into it, the second option won by a landslide.

With shaking legs, he began fucking the warm void. It smelled like you, reminded him of you.

He wished you were here.

Evan missed you terribly, and if he closed his eyes, he could pretend, right? The longing for your touch started to overwhelm him, making him whine out.

It was intense, twitching and tight. The tunnel was drenched, squeezing him with every stroke. Soft as fucking silk. The pleasure built and built—

And his eyes shot open.

Glancing at you through heavy lids, he assumed that was the answer for his fantasy land troubles.

Your mouth was stretched around his girth, sloppy and spooked with spit. Borderline making out with his dick, lewdly slurping when you would reach the base.

His expression made you clench down on nothing. Completely dishevelled, his lips parted. He couldn’t focus if you paid him.

It was hard to think, hard to breathe, actually. You knew him too well, touched him too good. Holding him open with his legs spread, he felt like a whore- whimpered like one too. “Fuck- wait, s’too much. I-I can’t- haah-“

His brows knitted together as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Pupils crossing before rolling up into his skull. He was quivering like a leaf, but he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t control the visceral reactions you drew from him.

The shirt collar was sitting askew at his neck, and the fabric had scrunched up. Giving you a clear view of his abs tensing when you’d swallow. Evan was the dictionary definition of “Fucked-out” when that coil snapped.

Pathetically gasping for air, he crumbled forward. Cumming while tears prickled along his lashes. “Nngh- shit. C’mon, that’s n-not fair- you’re not being fair.” His cadence cracked on the last syllable, and he spurted down your throat.

The gluey substance was slightly salty, thick as it filled your mouth. Boyfriend flavoured frosting, or something like that.

With his chest heaving, he sagged against the chair. Violently shuddering because you didn’t stop, not even for a second. He wasn’t the only one feeling good, after all.

This was for you, too.

It made it easier to think, to relax and just be. The repetitive motion of bobbing your head, the fullness of him- the warmth. It made your head all fuzzy.

You didn’t know why, but looking up at him like this made you feel safe. A self-soothing habit you’d developed since you started dating him. The steady rhythm lulled your anxiety faster than anything else, worked better than anything else.

Evan was riding the aftershocks, limp, while you used him as an oral fidget. The only sounds that bounced through the office were the dewy squelches of skin on skin, and his breathy pants.

His tongue slipped past his lips slightly while his jaw went slack, head lolling to the side. “Haah- ah, can’t. P-please, I- ohfuck-“ A drunk ramble, almost inaudible with how slurred the sentence came out. He didn’t even know what the hell he was begging for at this point.

The buzz rolled through him at a steady pace, numbing and igniting all at once. It was like his brain had melted into his stomach. Half-hard in your mouth, you refused to let him go soft. Continuing to suckle even when hot tears streaked his cheeks.

His limbs weren’t responding, and he was too weak to do anything but moan. It was so good it hurt.

Hiccuping lightly, he dragged his hand up, the movement nearly taking all his strength. Giving your head a flimsy push, he pleaded with glassy eyes. “Guh- break-ngh- g-giv’me a break. Too mu-“

The pathetic confession was cut off by a choked cry, and his head flung back. “Hah, fuck- cumming.” Knees curling together, they squished your head on either side like earmuffs.

Your fingers kneaded into the fat of his thighs, gulping down the syrupy release. Taking him to the hilt, you forced his twitching cock to stay pulsing down your throat. Milking him for all he was worth.

Finally pulling back after a minute, off-white ribbons stretched from his weeping tip to your slick mouth.

It genuinely felt like he was hallucinating.

Losing vision out of his right ear and taste in his left. And all you did in response to his tousled state- was giggle. Sweet and innocent as you kissed his still leaking shaft. “I’ll get you water so you don’t get dehydrated- the next round is gonna’ give you a headache if I don’t.”

Evan thinks he’s going to die tonight.

— ^ ^ —

I’m insane but I’m free.

[ilong2dot0]

Mmmmph

[gerardwayspostnutclarity]

okay

[ilong2dot0]

Mmm him looking like this and gagging on my strap while I fuck his throat🤤👅