trans dick grayson who tries to get us pregnant w his tiny tdick 🤤🤤🤤🤤
freaky topic ahead, +18 ☆
I can imagine how he’d get progressively more and more desperate as he fucked you—starting out cocky and confident, slipping into your warmth, rolling his hips against yours, slowly losing himself to your body as you encourage him softly, as him to fuck you a little harder—looking up at him doe-eyed, asking him softly to breed you, listening to him whine and moan as he gets closer, trying his best to actually get you pregnant with his t-dick as you both get closer and closer to cumming ☆
next month you’re late on your period, and he jokes that it actually worked ♡
hi ♡ I live, I know I haven’t posted in a hot minute, and I know coming out of my lowkey hiatus with a fic about sounding is maybe a tad out of the box, but here we are, you can’t stop me — this is what got me out of my writer’s block
synposis: your boyfriend agrees to try sounding ☆ that’s the plot folks
notes: explicit, mdni, duh; for the uninitiated, sounding is a kink that involves the urethra ♡
tags: established relationship, dom/sub relationship, dom!reader, sub!Jason, sounding (in case you’d missed it), aftercare, traffic light system, kink negotiation, gn! reader, cis!Jason (given my other work I thought I would specify) wc: 900 words!
"Okay?" you asked softly as you pet Jason's thigh. He took a steadying breath before nodding, still looking at little dazed as he stared at the metal rode stretching his dick open.
You'd offered to try sounding on a whim after you'd started to explore other, less conventional sides to sex. Jason had thought about it for a long twenty seconds before nodding and saying sure, why not?
Which you to now, black latex gloves on your hands, gently feeding a thin metal rode into the tip of his dick, watching him shiver from both the pleasure and the anxiety dripping through his veins.
"I'm going to need to hear you say it, handsome," you reprimanded softly as you absently pet the underside of his dick with your thumb—making him focus on not bucking his hips into your touch was a good enough distraction to the odd sensation of holes that he'd never thought of stretching before being stretched open. "Colour?"
"Green," he rasped before swallowing. You let him think about it for a second longer before he nodded again and repeated, "Green," a little more sure the second time around. You leaned forward to peck his lips, gloved hands still keeping everything steady.
"Hold onto the sheets for me?" Jason did so without complaint, balling the sheets by his head into his fists. "Good boy, thank you."
You spread a little more lube on the sounding rod and pressed down, watching with fascination and arousal as Jason tensed a little, mewling softly behind pursed lips as his chest rose and fell. You pulled it out a little to push it back in, like you were fucking his urethra with the rod. The sounds that came out of your mind would be etched into your brain forever.
He panted heavily as his thighs flexed and relaxed, like he was consciously reminding himself to stay still and follow your orders. With every gentle thrust you pushed in a little deeper, holding Jason's throbbing dick steady as you sunk the rod in a little further.
"You're doing so well, handsome," you cooed as you leaned forward to lay a kiss on his chest, "Look you've almost taken the whole thing."
You watched him open his eyes to look down, watched his pupils blow wide as he realised and saw your words.
"Oh fuck—"
"Yeah?" you smiled as worked the last half inch into his dick, watching for any indications that you'd hit something sensitive. "Next time we can try a bigger size, how does that sound?" Your heart squeezed as you watched him nod eagerly, elation and twisted perversion making you giddy. There was something so satisfying about watching your man, somebody who so deeply adored and trusted you, fall into your arms the way Jason did. Watching his usually overactive mind go blank for just a second as you stretched him out, made him vulnerable and caring for him all in the same motion.
You indulged in your perversion and adoration in the same breath—with a little sounding rod in your boyfriend's dick.
You tutted softly as Jason began to rock his hips against your movements, a small pinprick of anxiety shooting down your spine as you stilled your hands.
"You can't move, baby," you reminded him, pressing your hand to his hip in favour of steadying his cock, "I don't want to hurt you. Can you stay still for me?"
Jason almost looked like a crestfallen puppy but he nodded anyway, bashfullness still colouring his cheeks but to his credit he did listen, staying still as you began to fuck his dick again, reaching into the deepest parts that made his eyes roll back.
Your name was on his lips like a whispered prayers, pleas and thanks tumbling out alongside it the longer you went on, the closer he got to his orgasm.
His thighs tensed as he pressed his head against his pillow. It was cute, watching him trying to stay so still even as he came with a sounding rod stretching him open, trembling and confused but losing himself to the overwhelming pleasure.
You pulled the rod out, making Jason whine, cum lazily splattering out of his hole.
"Look," you cooed as you tilted his dick, pressing his head open so he could see his slightly loose hole, "Isn't it so pretty?"
"Holy fuck," he mumbled as he dropped against the bedsheets, a shaky hand hesitantly reaching forward to hold his own dick, thumb hovering over his head.
"I can't believe you agreed to go up a size next time," you said in an almost sing-song voice, watching as the clarity slowly came back to Jason's eyes and the gears in his head began turning. You pulled your gloves off as you began to scoot your way off the bed. "Tomorrow? You'll be healed enough, right?"
"Wait, hang on—"
You laughed as you settled on the side of the bed and cupped his cheek with your now bare hands, "Just kidding, handsome. You did so well for me—but we don't have to do this again, okay?"
"Give me at least a couple of days," he pleaded as he reached out to grab your retreating hand, but you just smiled softly and pecked him on the lips.
"We're making no decisions now," you promised, and stated, "Right now, I'm going to go grab you a towel, water and a snack, okay? Then we can talk about how you liked it?"
His grip tightened briefly before he released you.
"Sounds good," he nodded. And after a beat, "Thank you."
hii, long time no see — genuinely was planning on coming back with another fic idea but I can’t find it in my inbox despite the fact that it’s still being counted? (I only have 15 messages, my inbox says 16, go figure) but then that fic started to go in circles so this was a practice smut round, and I’m not mad at it
lemme know if there are more niche/slightly more insane kinks you want me to write about ☆
anywho!
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Hiya Rae!! Im glad to see you alive and thriving! Im so happy to see how far you’ve gone in life, esp by seeing you post abt graduating and getting a job!! I still think about you <3 and I read your DC fanfics from time to time (even tho I moved fandoms LOL). I adore your writing as a reader. It’s funny how I’ve been following you since your first post about Knight Grayson x reader. I sent a couple messages about wanting a continuation and happy ending for that fanfic (p.s. that was my first message to you🙈).
Unfortunately this will be my last message as 🍊anon. I deeply cherished being your 🍊anon and I want to thank you so much for that! It was my first time being someone’s anon! You will always have a very special place in my heart! <3 I had so much fun reading your fanfics and sending requests and messages. I wish you nothing but the absolute best for the future!!😊🫶
- 🍊anon
Hiya lovely! ♡
Thank you so much for sticking around for so long ☆ I don’t think you truly know just how much some of your messages have meant to me and how much they motivated me to keep writing; and you were one of my first anons too!
I hope whatever you do in life and whatever fandoms you follow treat you well and you flourish in them ♡ I’m sad to see you go but i do truly wish you the best
I know that I’ve been quite silent on tumblr recently, not only due to my longer project on ao3 but also just life (I walked at my graduation just last Friday! ♡ and that was wonderful but now like you mentioned, the trials and tribulations of the job market)
but my messages are always open! ♡ and even if you have left the fandom (so have I a little icl) you’re more than welcome to come around ♡ You’ve been very sweet and 🍊 will always be yours!
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hiya ☆ cross-posting this fic on ao3 and here because why not <3
synopsis: The flame of a hearth and the embers of a wild fire are just as warm. There may be no growth in destruction but there is rebirth.
Or
Olruggio finds a cure to Qifrey’s curse after it’s too late. But luck gives them a second chance at life and recovery.
tags: Olruggio x Qifrey, Hurt/comfort, Recovery, Angst, Chapter 93 spoilers ahead, canon compliant, mentions of animal death, other tags to be added later
ao3 link
Word count: 2,943 — Chapter 1/?
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Chapter 1
His life had begun drowning. He supposes many people's lives had begun submerged before they cried out in relief and were brought into their mothers arms. His life had begun silently.
He promised himself he would never let himself die the same way.
The forest was still. Not the stillness that existed when the world was at peace, when the sun had set and a soft hush fell over the world, as the forest fell asleep and the critters crawled out of their dens. It was a stillness born from absence. The critters and creatures had fled, leaving behind only the trees and stones that had taken root, now far too ancient to leave their lands. Even the crows had flown southward — it was not worth the reward of death that crept closer as the dawn arrived.
They had not all fled in time. Most of the woodland creatures had run at the first flickers of the flame, but it had progressed fast, faster than some little hares could run. The forest crumbled on itself, burning debris swallowed the ground. The panicked squeals of a leveret were bound to be drowned out in the din of the fire. Poor little thing—all its brothers and sisters had escaped and now it sat in its burrow, as falling embers crept closer and closer to the deepest corners of its home.
The branches crackled and sizzled—thick black smoke, darker than the ink that bled from his bark, coiled around his face, filled his still lungs. He couldn't feel the heat, not anymore. He was not conscious nor awake, his eye was open but unseeing. The heat stung, it wormed its way into the deepest crevices of his body, but the body was no longer his. Qifrey was no longer, not as he curled up within the hollow of the tree trunk, tucked beneath the burning roots.
He couldn't feel the searing pain as the flames engulfed the silverwood tree—more like an echo of something, like a too-tight embrace or the dull ache behind one's eyes when they stared too long into the sun's glare. The tree didn't feel but it knew.
Like it had known peace as he settled on the plush meadow ground, curled in his Olly's arms. It had known comfort and tenderness, even among the bitterness of loss and fear—despite the tears and the grasping breaths, the tree knew the sound of the word "I love you" achingly pulled from quivering lips. It knew the gentleness of a kiss, and the tender safety of a lover's arms even as pain bloomed behind his eye.
The tree knew of many things it had taken, the echoes of it still lived in its shrivelling leaves, blackened to ash.
It knew the tenderness of Olruggio's magic, intimately. It glowed with its heat, the product of his heartbreak and despair. The fire engulfed the surrounding forest, eating more than just the silverwood and its host.
The little hare spluttered and coughed. It cried and it writhed but smoke had filled its lungs. The fire had long burned away the dead brush around its home but still the leveret lay in the wake of its heat. It didn't get to watch as the flames continued their crusade, the wildfire growing larger and larger, razing woodlands to the ground. Ash, like falling snow, coated the ground, cocooning its little victims, laying them to rest in a grave of embers.
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It was inevitable that after the fire came the storm. Olruggio heard the rumbling thunder and the harsh winds before he saw the clouds grow fat and heavy and the first rainfall hit the nape of his neck. The surrounding brush and trees had long been extinguished, the ring of fire long having progressed past his immediate line of sight, becoming a glinting horizon, but the silverwood before him kept burning, an everlasting pyre.
The smoke was heavy and dense, it rose like a pillar towards the obscured heavens but it didn't smell rotten. It smelt eerily similar to his own wand, to his magic that he seared into the world to permanently alter it as he pleased. It didn't smell of burnt flesh—there was an aftertaste of singed linen, but it was too sweet.
Qifrey's death smelt too sweet.
After the first drops, the downpour was soon to follow. The light of the spreading wildfire came to a dim as it began to die out in the rain and the black birds, like a fog, crept back across the lands, flying low until they landed on the scorched earth. They completed the darkened landscape, oily wings stark against the ravaged forest, white and powdery, quickly turning to mud in the storm.
They hopped and skittered around, picking at burnt wood. The burnt corpses of little woodland critters were no good but those that had died buried in their shelter, they had suffocated. They were warm but plump and bloody and filling.
One stuck its head into a burrow, pulling out a leveret.
There was nothing of the world that registered to him, not the cawing of birds or the cold rain pelting him, plastering his hair to his forehead and neck, drenching his cloak until it was waterlogged and heavy and made his shoulders slouch even further. He didn't acknowledge the cold or the biting winds or the slight warmth that streaked down his cheeks. The world wasn't real. Not beyond the roaring in his head and the deep, empty chasm that cracked his chest open, spilling back his ribs onto the floor beneath him.
Scavengers were not one for morals—somewhere in the back of his head, Olruggio knew that the crows tilting their heads towards the husk of the great silverwood tree weren't paying their respects. Even through the sheets of rain, their bold amber eyes peered at him, and at the hollow nook in the roots. They fluttered closer when Olruggio remained knelt, unmoving and unseeing.
His arm shot out, soaked velvet like a shield, chasing away the curious bird.
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He wished he had never found out. That he had just let his worry and anxiety for his dearest friend simmer and eat him from the inside out. He wished that he hadn't begged, pleaded with Qifrey to just talk to him, tell him what was wrong, what he kept hiding, what made him push Olruggio away time and time again.
He wished it hadn't been a beautiful day. He wished the girls hadn't been at the Great Hall. He wished he hadn't chased Qifrey into the neighbouring woods, distressed by the other witch's tears.
He wished many things that day had been different. But they hadn't been.
"Qifrey!"
"There's nothing more to say!"
"That's a lie and you damn well know it!"
Qifrey was fast—he hopped over fallen logs and rocks too gracefully, getting further and further away from Olruggio. Olruggio kept up as best he could, which wasn't as fast; he wasn't a master escape artist, he could only do so much after he'd spent days bent over his desk, toiling away at his work. His hips and knees even ached a little, but they were nothing compared to the growing dread in his gut.
The forest grew thicker the further down they went—birds and squirrels skittered away as Olruggio trudged through the brush, doing his best to not trample the precious spring blossoms that had just begun to sprout from the ground. He always did his best to leave no trace when he hiked through these parts—whether it was to fish or to forage for ingredients Qifrey needed for dinner. Nature had always offered and provided for them, he did his best to return the favour.
Today, he was unsteady on his feet and his heart raced in his throat. Trembling, sweaty hands grasped at branches, as he tried to haul himself back up to his feet, struggling to keep pace. The other witch had slowed but was still just a grey silhouette in the distance, only recognisable through his dullness compared to the greenery that surrounded them. Like a god had forgotten to paint in their corner of the landscape. A widowed word at the end of paragraph.
"Qifrey!"
"Go home, Olruggio!"
"Just… talk to me!"
"What more is there to say!"
Qifrey kept moving, not at the same speed as when he'd fled but like he was dragging his feet into the clearing before them. He collapsed onto the bed of daisies just as Olruggio began to climb the hill.
"There is nothing left to say," Olruggio had almost missed the confession from how softly Qifrey had whispered it to the wind. "I love you. What more do you want from me?"
He collapsed beside his friend, steadying himself against Qifrey's shoulder, one hand gripping his bicep as the other cupped his face. For a split second, he was afraid his grip was bruising, that he was hurting Qifrey but the anxiety vanished the moment Qifrey threw himself into his arms to sob.
Many moments in his life had felt surreal, but none quite like feeling Qifrey cry against his chest, tucked under his chin, gripping onto his cloak like his life depended on it. His hair tickled the underside of his jaw and the bridge of his glasses dug almost painfully into his collarbone but he wrapped his arms around his friend nonetheless, tucking him closer to his body.
"Why?"
Qifrey gave him a broken chuckle, "Why do I love you? Don't be daft, Olly. Loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done. You're—"
"No." He pulled away to look up at Olruggio. "Why didn't you say something?"
He couldn't help the bitterness that curled in his gut along with the relief—years of chasing Qifrey through corridors and through unknown doors, into unknown places, to odd ruins; he had never once asked Qifrey where they were going, why they were running. Never once pressed or pushed and demanded an explanation—trusted that Qifrey would come to him in his own time. Trusted that given time, the gap between them would shrink, that Qifrey would trust Olruggio, like he had come to trust him. Why did he have to chase and harass and beg for an explanation, for any sort of reason?
He promised to follow Qifrey, to always be his watchful eye, and he stood by that. He would forgive Qifrey for his silence—but why wasn't he good enough in the first place?
"Oh, Olly, I—" Qifrey's words failed him as he swallowed. Olruggio gently brushed Qifrey's hair away from his forehead, revealing a hint of the scar beneath. The thing about an obscuring spell was that while the effects were guaranteed, its effectiveness was dependant on the preceiver's ignorance. As soon as the seal was discovered, it was easier to focus through it. Qifrey's scar blurred and shifted a little but the jagged line was still there. "I couldn't. I just—"
"Easy," Olruggio whispered when he realised that panic had begun to take root within Qifrey's head. "Alright, deep breaths. You're alright."
"No you don't understand," Qifrey mumbled, "I can't do this. I'm not allowed to do this. I'm—"
This is where Olruggio should have stayed curious. This is where he should have kissed Qifrey and told him to keep his secrets to himself, he didn't really need to know everything about the other witch. This where he should have agreed to just go home, forget about the whole ordeal and start preparing dinner for the girls, so it would be ready before they got home.
He did one thing right.
He cupped Qifrey's face and kissed him. He kissed him, the same way he lead a waltz he didn't remember learning the steps to; but he fell in place so easily, wrapping his arms around Qifrey's waist, pulling him in impossibly closer as the other witch sighed into the kiss. He felt Qifrey melt into the touch, starved for that simple affection and reassurance that love offered.
Kissing him then, it felt almost silly that they had waited for so long—that Olruggio had waited for so long—to do this.
His thumbs brushed along Qifrey's cheeks, just beyond his spectacles, catching a stray tear, and catching on bark.
He'd never jolted away so fast. And to his own detriment, because the sight of Qifrey's crestfallen yet accepting expression would haunt him for years to come. Probably just as much as the twisted, silvery branch growing from his empty eye socket.
He should have stayed curious.
"Qifrey, bloody hell—"
"Olly, please…"
Surprise and grief meant almost nothing to Olruggio in that moment. He wanted to ask for an explanation again: ask if he'd always known, how he could keep this a secret from everyone, why he hadn't told Olruggio. It was always about being left in the dark but this time, he kept his mouth shut, came to his own conclusions. He knew the answers to too many of those questions: after all, that was probably how he'd 'helped' the boy during the Silver Eve festival. It was almost most probably what he'd learned in the tower of tomes. It was most likely the one factor that had shaped Qifrey's entire life and had kept him away from Olruggio.
Olruggio didn't ask but Qifrey offered anyway.
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"One person knew," Qifrey informed him as he laid his head on Olruggio's lap. It would have been a shame to waste this beautiful summer's day on anguish. For Qifrey anyway. Olruggio didn't know if his heart had it to pretend.
"Coco." Qifrey didn't answer. "Damn it, Qifrey—"
"I do loathe when you're angry with me, my dear friend."
"Angry? You're right, I'm fuming actually, but—"
"I'm tired."
Qifrey looked up at Olruggio, laying on his back so all he could see was Olruggio. And Olruggio could in turn look down at him, into his cloudy blue eye and the burgeoning tree. It had grown a flower, just as white and fragile as the rest of the sprout. He suspected it must be agony, but he was too afraid of the answer to ask anything else. None of his questions had brought on anything good.
"I can't do this anymore, Olly." Olruggio held Qifrey's face in his hands. The roots crept across Qifrey's cheek, extending down towards him. Qifrey snapped them short. "Just hold me?"
"I can't lose you."
"You've grieved me before."
"It don't count if I don't remember."
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He figured it might have actually. Because as the roots finally consumed too much of Qifrey's body for Olruggio to hold, no panic set in. Just a deep, sorrowful resignation. He'd known it was time when Qifrey struggled to speak, to verbalise any thoughts past his pain or just how cold it was on that sunny day.
Be a dear and light a pyreball for us? Please?
He had obliged, of course he had. Anything to see the shivering in Qifrey's frail limbs ease, just a little; offer him just a little more comfort as he curled closer to him. Olruggio wasn't ready but that didn't matter much. He wasn't so cruel as to prolong the suffering of the man he loved most.
Eventually, he had had to step away. Qifrey had begged him too in fact. At first, he held the witch's hand, for as long as the silverwood would permit before that started to take him too and Qifrey was left to curl up on his patch of daisies alone, without his friend to hold him.
Olruggio sat and watched as it took over. He shuffled back every so often as the roots crept closer and closer, trying to anchor another living body alongside its host.
Somewhere during their talk, Qifrey had made him promise that he would live on—the girls needed somebody to take care of them after all. It wasn't fair to abandon them, to make them uproot their entire lives and lose not one but two mentors.
Olruggio had agreed, even when the desire to be selfish itched beneath his skin. He wanted to lay down beside the man he had grown to love since he was a boy. He wanted to hold him, wanted the tree to claim another if it meant that he didn't have to leave.
He wanted everything he couldn't have because he'd promised Qifrey he would live.
He watched as Qifrey's eye grew duller and duller and finally, the tears stopped. It was another couple of hours before the silverwood tree grew to its mighty height. Silverwoods were particular, in that they didn't need sunshine or rain to grow. It didn't slow, even as the skies became overcast and dreary. It wasn't until its roots began to tangle with the surrounding forest that it stopped growing, but even then, the branches reached over, blocking the view of the heavens.
That was okay.
Qifrey was never a fan of cloudy days anyway.
Olruggio sat by the clearing for a couple more hours. He was vaguely aware the girls would be returning home soon. Dinner hadn't even been started yet.
The atelier was in the disarray they had left it in that morning. The dishes weren't done either.
Qifrey would have never let that happen. He should probably head back and get everything in order before they got back.
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Olruggio stayed until the sky began to darken. And it grew cold. Even under his cloak, he could feel the cold. Qifrey was probably freezing.
Olruggio lit another pyreball.
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tada 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 different from my usual type of content but I’m so excited to have the time to write a multi-chapter fic again
hope you enjoyed ☆ here’s my masterlist╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ here (masterlist + wips list ❀˖°)
if not comments and reblogs are appreciated as always <3
decided to write this practice to get a feel of the characters <3 different from my usual type of content on here but it was really fun so 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
synopsis: Qifrey and Olruggio share a quiet morning but Qifrey isn’t quite used to domesticity yet
notes: gen! also not an x reader! ☆ just straight fanfic, implied post-canom but there are no spoilers for anime-onlys!
tags: new relationship, mlm, fluff, implied post-canon, no spoilers, wc: 400 words
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"Mornin'…"
"Good morning, Olly," Qifrey smiled as he kept his gaze down on the pot he was scrubbing—it was a menial task that he didn't strictly need to do. But so far the day had been kind to him: he had watched the sunrise as he made breakfast for the girls, watched the world brighten little by little as the sky bled into its beauty, pinks and purples enveloping the heavens as dawn crept over the world. The girls had been so lively and pleasant when they joined him downstairs for food—they always were, of course, but today Richeh hugged his waist just a little tighter and Tetia gave her thanks just a little bit louder before he sent them all outside, no doubt to return with fresh stains from the dewy morning grass.
Washing the dishes just left like the next step in a pleasant day. Today, he didn't mind.
He heard Olruggio shuffle up behind him, more asleep than alive he was sure—he didn't need to see his dear friend's face to know he had probably spent close to an all-nighter again and by some idiocy decided to get back to work bright and early.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Hnng…"
Qifrey laughed softly as he tilted his head to rest against Olruggio's as the other man buried his face in his neck.
"It's still early. You should do well to head back to bed, I'll bring you some porridge—" Olruggio's lips pressed against his neck, the prickliness of his goatee itchy against his sensitive skin. The pot in his hands clatters to the sink, startling both of them.
"Oh dear—" Qifrey ducked out Olruggio's arms, trying to control the mess he's just created, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's come over me—"
"Qifrey." He froze. His hands went lax as Olruggio gently took the pot from his hands to set it on the counter, "You're alright. Too soon?"
"Maybe," Qifrey swallowed, "Maybe just a little."
" 'm sorry," Olruggio's voice was losing its morning gruffness but it still sat low in his chest—a sound Qifrey wasn't entirely sure he'd ever get tired of, "I'll be more careful."
"No, no, sorry you don't have to pace yourself for me. It's my fault, I'm—"
"Hey." Olruggio's hands were so warm, enveloping his—scarred, callous skin pressed against his unblemished own, "S' alright. We can take it slow. There's no rush."
"I have waited so long to have this—"
"And now you have the rest of your life."
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short but I hope you enjoyed! this was a fun little thing to write—I can’t lie, I didn’t know how to end it but hopefully it isn’t too abrupt?
I do have more fanfic but it’s all x readers at the moment ♡ I do have more plans for Olly x Qifrey but those plans are slow going lol
more from me here (masterlist + wips list ❀˖°) — as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3 my asks are open but I’m not taking requests at the moment! ☆
synopsis: you get caught performing a spell you shouldn’t be, but Qifrey’s a kind man who doesn’t mind lending a hand
notes: explicit; trans male!reader ☆ also this was partly a ‘write high, edit sober’ project so umm, edited, but to what extent? no spoiler warnings needed
tags: friends to lovers(?), oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), trans shenanigans, mostly fluff, ftm!reader, witch!reader, Olruggio mentioned, the girls make a slight appearance, wc: 2.6k!
(new fandom, how does one tag?)
(also I lowkey gave the reader a little bit of lore, you guys are from Ghodrey until further notice)
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"Umm, Master?! Somebody's approaching!"
You didn't recognize the young voice that called out to their master—you thought you would be but shrugged off the unexpected novelty, burying your face deeper in your warm cloak. The world was cold and blinding bright around you, the snow having settled on the ground reflecting back into your eyes, but still, you managed to see the four little faces poking out the shade of the atelier, quickly dipping back in as you grew closer and closer.
The door slammed shut and you couldn't help but laugh softly.
The world around you was frigid but the temperature this low in the country was bearable—the snow was heavy, yes, but the sun glinted above the clouds, warming your body and soul just enough that the tip of your nose was still warm. The seals hidden in the lining your cloak helped too.
You tapped the snow of your boots when you reached the atelier's doorstep. You needn't even raise your hand to knock that the door was swinging open again.
"Old friend! What a pleasant surprise!"
"Qifrey," you poked your head out of from the fur of your cloak. "Long time, no see."
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"I see… losing sight of an endangered creature must have been upsetting," Qifrey said softly as he leaned against the wall, watching you shed all your layers, your satchels and gear—you draped it all over a chair, rolling your shoulders as little by little, the weight of your travels lightened from your frame.
You hummed in response to Qifrey's observation as you stretched your neck, "There were sightings of a pair nearby but then the snowfall… I hate to impose but—"
"Nonsense," Qifrey interrupted, "Stay as you as you need. Please. We have empty rooms at this atelier and I could not in good conscious throw you back out into this weather."
"It's nothing I'm not used to," you laughed softly as you fiddled with a pair of link rings to dry your hair—it was a pair you had snagged from Olruggio the last time you'd seen him. Hopefully, it had been long enough that he no longer minded them gone. He had an excess of them anyway, for Qifrey. "But, it is nice to be dry."
You looked over towards the entryway of the kitchen you stood in, bemused by the pile of apprentices as they stumbled over each other.
"There are 4 of them now?" you said as you looked up towards Qifrey, "Quite the rambunctious lot you have there."
"Ah, yes, my apologies, I haven't introduced you." The girls got to their feet before filing in, looking a little sheepish that they had been caught eavesdropping. Qifrey rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "Why don't we let you get settled? We can talk over dinner."
The sun was indeed sinking down below the horizon, casting as soft gold glow over the countryside and your belly ached—dinner sounded nice.
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That evening had been the liveliest you'd had in a while—the girls were happy to see you again, and the new apprentice, Coco, had many questions for you, what you were doing here in the atelier, how you knew Master Qifrey and Master Olruggio, why was your cape so fluffy and why hadn't you simply flown here? You never knew anybody could be quite so fascinated by Ghodrey or magic wildlife conservation—apparently Olruggio didn't speak much of himself or where he came from, but you were quite happy to fill the blanks, talking about the town you grew up in, its fauna and its cold.
Eventually the night began to wind down and the girls were sent off back to their rooms for a good night's rest, while Qifrey instructed you to do the same—you had had a long day after all, making the trek all the way down here even with your snow-walk boots.
You lit your lamp mounted on the wall as the door shut behind you. You sighed.
Alone at last. The company was nice but now the excitement was all but a buzzing in your ear as you sorted through your stuff, pulling your ink and pen from your bag. You spilled the contents of one of your bags out onto the floor, pulling your notebook from the mess. You settled everything on a stool before the full length mirror hung up in your room. It was a nice, handy addition.
You stood in front the mirror before you began to peel the layers of clothing from your body.
"Pardon me, I don't mean to intrude but-"
You spun around, arm across your chest, ink splattered all over the ground—the spell across your sternum half-formed, smudged.
Qifrey's hands clutched the blankets in his hands tighter, and you could see where he was stood in the doorway of your temporary room how he notched his head just so to peer over his spectacle.
"Surely," he started as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, "I do not need to inform you that casting spells on the body is fo—"
"I know," you interrupted, setting your pen down so you could reach for a cloth—the seal was ruined as is, you would have to redo it from the start for it to be effective. You had perfected your spell, which is how you knew that any deviation simply would not work. In fact, you had the scars to prove it. "But I've yet to find another way."
"Another way?"
You unwound your arm from around your chest, vaguely gesturing to how it hung awkwardly, heavily from your figure. It wasn't a part of you many people saw. Mainly due to the seal. And partly due to your own insecurity. Qifrey didn't flinch away from the sight of your body—which you could appreciate on some level.
You knew it was other to how people perceived you, to how you presented yourself, but under Qifrey's gaze, it felt less alien and more like a hiccup, a problem being brought to his attention.
"A concealment spell?"
"Transformation," you admitted sheepishly as you presented the incomplete seal that sat in your sketchbook—even if you were to complete it on paper, you weren't sure it would do much. There was no flesh to transform in a notebook. It had served you well, pressing the paper against your own body to test out the seals but it was in no way permanent: the moment you pulled the seal away, its effects disappeared.
Qifrey set the extra blankets down on your bed before approaching you.
"I can't imagine this is much simpler than enchanting clothes—"
"You don't think I've tried?" you snapped, immediately regretting your tone when you met Qifrey's gaze in the reflection, "Sorry, I just—Living like this—in a body like this—it's frustrating"
"I understand," Qifrey said softly as he approached. You shivered slightly as he rested his hand on your bare shoulder: his fingers were cold, almost unnaturally so. Through the layers of clothing, you usually never noticed. But stood here, half dressed and vulnerable, it was impossible not to notice the chill that settled. "But forbidden magic… it has been outlawed for a reason. The dangers—"
"I'm not doing it to anybody else," you said softly as you looked away, clutching your pen and book to your chest, concealing yourself. "It's my body. At the very least, the only person I am damaging is me."
"And are you not worth protecting?"
You huffed, something more akin to a laugh than a sigh. "I've perfected the spell. I've been drawing it for months now. The only issue is that it is not permanent."
"It needs to be redrawn as it wears off."
"Exactly."
"And you've been doing this yourself?" You nodded, turning away from the mirror to look at Qifrey properly—it always took you aback, just how close in height you actually were. Qifrey felt like a man who was much larger than himself, not through arrogance but his presence. He exuded power as much as he did benevolence and kindness, so much so that it felt it should belong to a much taller man.
"Yes, I've—"
"Allow me?" You startled as Qifrey reached for your pen. "The lines would be much neater if somebody else were draw them."
Qifrey's hand was cold against your waist. He held you steady, fingers dimpling your skin ever so slightly as he dragged his wand down your sternum. His head was so close to your body—he had to lean in close, to draw the spell correctly, but still. You had never had anybody stand so close to you, that you could feel their breath on your skin. You hoped Qifrey wrote your goosebumps off as the room being a little chilly.
"Will you be telling Olruggio?"
"No," his response was swift, "I- I have no intention of depriving you of this comfort."
You couldn't help but chuckle a little, making him raise his pen.
"You won't denounce forbidden magic? To make me happy?"
Qifrey glanced down at the seal before dipping his pen in your ink again.
"I am nobody to make decisions for you," he said softly as he began to draw another sigil onto your skin. "You have found your happiness in this magic. May I?"
His hand left your waist to hover above your breast instead. You nodded absently, before trying not to squirm as he cupped your chest, holding it out of the way to complete the seal properly. You cleared your throat as you looked up—it was embarrassing how much you craved that intimate touch. It was so cold and yet, you fought the urge to lean into his palm. Your mind wandered, the thoughts of being held under a different pretense—
"Thank you," you mumbled, "For not turning me in." Qifrey hummed as he finally leaned away, staring at the seal in its entirety, double-checking it before closing it. Both his hands found your hips as you watched the spell being glow a dull gold before the familiar sensation of your chest shrinking wrapped around your ribs and pulled.
You squirmed a little in Qifrey's grasp but soon settled as the seal did. Your chest was flat again, as it had always meant to be and for a moment, that euphoric, almost childlike glee filled the empty space in your ribs.
"How does that feel?"
"Good… thank you, Qifrey."
"Of course," he slowly rose to his feet—you swallowed as you came face to face with him. "If I may be honest. I'm actually quite impressed. It must have taken some determination and evidently quite a lot of skill."
"Thank you." You didn't know where to look but you definitely knew it couldn't be at Qifrey—you'd somehow crack if you stared into his too-earnest eye. "It's been… difficult, creating and applying a spell like that in secret."
"Well," Qifrey cupped your face, forcing you to look back towards him—you met his ever so quaint, kind smile. "You'll always have a helping hand at this atelier. But I must implore you," he added as his face fell, "You mustn't tell the girls."
"I wouldn't," you promised quickly, "For their sake and mine… I— never."
"Thank you…" You welcomed his lips against yours with unwarranted relief. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, tugging you closer, pressing your hips to his. He was so real beneath your hands, soft flesh that gave slightly under your touch. You heard him sigh into your lips before he was pulling away and panting.
"Qifrey—?"
"Ah, my apologies, I didn't mean—"
"No. Bed?"
"Is this okay?" You nodded, spreading your legs a little wider so he could see your glistening pussy—Qifrey ran his thumb along your slit, pushing ever so slightly against your opening to watch you shiver. "Anything I should be attentive off?" You shook your head. "Is this off limits?" Qifrey pressed his thumb against your clit. Pleasure shot up your spine as you gasped, squirming in his grasp.
"N-no," you swallowed, "Touch wherever you'd like." Which was the correct thing to say. Deft fingers spread you open before dipping into your tight opening, slowly, massaging at first before pushing in properly.
"Deep breaths," Qifrey cooed softly, "Just like that. Good boy." You couldn't help but whimper at the nickname. "Too far?"
"No!" You moaned as Qifrey's fingers curled upwards, "Please… keep going."
He dipped lower to kiss your knee, fingering still pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. His lips trailed down the inside of your leg, up your thigh. You cried out as he sunk his teeth into you, leaving love bites across your skin.
"Qifrey—"
"Yes?" He looked up at you, blinking over his glasses and oh dear, oh he was so pretty. Qifrey was far too attentive: you felt cared for under his gaze. You felt watched and appreciated and desired as he drank in your soft sounds and trembling limbs. You pressed your hand over your mouth, which he took as his cue to slowly pull his fingers out from your pulsing cunt and burying his face between your legs instead. Your back arched as he licked a long strip up your cunny, as he parted you with his fingers. "You taste so sweet, darling."
"Mmh, you're just saying—" you start before your words leave your brain, slipping into a breathless moan instead as Qifrey kissed your clit.
"I'm curious as to what Olruggio will think."
"Olly? What does he have to do with—ah! Fuck, Qifrey—!" He only pushed his tongue in deeper in response, watching you tremble above him as he sunk his fingers into the supple flesh of your thighs, tugging you closer to his face, so he could devour you properly, taste you as your pussy dripped against his face, giving him more and more to lap up. He sighed against your cunt before you felt him bury himself deeper between your legs, the warmth in your belly coiling tightly. "Q-qifrey, I'm going to—"
His fingers pushed back into your tight hole, and the intrusion made your eyes roll back as he pulled away, "Just breathe. You're doing so well for me, just like that." He pulled away a little more, and even through teary eyes you could see his almost devious smile as he rested his cheek against your inner thigh, "You look so pretty like this… are you going to come for me?"
You didn't even have the wherewithal to be the slightest bit embarrassed as you nodded eagerly. You were so close, and so desperate, rolling your hips against his thrusts. Qifrey's fingers curled up towards your womb and you keened.
"Can we try that politely?"
"Please?" You breathe, "Please, sir, I'm close. I'm so close I'm—"
His tongue pressed against your clit, and it honestly didn't take much more for you to fall apart. You sunk your fingers into his hair, sobbing into your sheets in an effort to muffle your own sounds. It didn't mask to sound of your pussy however, squelching with every thrust until you were cumming on Qifrey's fingers, soaking his face.
"Oh, my," he laughed softly as he pulled away, uncovering the sticky mess that now coated the inside of your legs. "And hear I was thinking I didn't enjoy getting wet."
You weren't quite fast enough to lob a pillow at Qifrey's face—he just ducked as he laughed. His hands however, never stopped running along your thighs, almost soothingly. You felt… comfortable, as the adrenaline and rush began to settle and your heart rate returned to something more normal.
"Well, shall we get you cleaned up then?"
"Qifrey?"
The witch in question hummed as he looked up at you.
"Thank you."
"Any time, dear friend."
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guess who found a new anime and then proceeded to read the entire manga within the span of two weeks? if there’s one thing I can and will do is sow the seeds of my transgender agenda in every fandom I stumble into
anyway! more from me here (masterlist + wips list ❀˖°) — for requests please check this post ✧˖° I do mainly write for DC (with one (1) Critical Role fanfic) but I do have more stuff!
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Could you do jason x gn reader where reader faints durring sex? Not because of how good it is but because something is wrong. Like theyre sick or hurt or smth.
Idk man I just like whump lol. 😔
Also I know your requests are currently closed so please feel free to ignore this or save it for later. I just got the idea and didnt want to forget.
synopsis: you accidentally get caught up in the heat of the moment, luckily your boyfriend is here to take care of you
notes: mature; for vague depictions of sex and non-sexual nudity but also kinda sexual?
tags: fluff, vaguest hurt/comfort, passing out during sex, whump, soft!Jason, gn!reader, wc: 1.6k
this has been sat in my drafts for far too long, hope you enjoy! ☆
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You hadn't noticed yourself grow so warm—Jason was on top of you, mumbling soft praises into your skin as he rocked his hips into yours, large hands wrapped gently around your waist, pulling you back onto his dick with every thrust.
You did notice the sweat gathering on your brow and the back of your neck, your heartbeat steadily grew faster and faster. You noticed the way your vision swam as you stared up, the swirls in your ceiling's paint coming to life, like lazily, hazy rivers.
But that was just the approaching orgasm.
"Baby?"
Just like that, your heart fell and you went limp.
Waking to Jason gently taping your cheek was definitely a first. You meant to ask what he was doing but all that came out was a dry, garbled sound from the back of your throat.
"Oh thank fuck," Jason mumbled as he sat up a little, no longer leaning over you, but still within your line of sight. The back of his hand gently along the side of your arm, light enough that you hadn't even felt it at first, but the more you focused on it, the more it lulled you, almost hypnotic in its repetition. "Gonna have to stay awake for me, sweetheart."
The petting stopped, brushing your hair out of your face. Jason pressed his fingers to your forehead, then your neck, humming softly in what you could vaguely guess was concern? Not that you quite understood why. The world was still swirling and the heat was making it a little hard to think.
"I need to go grab you a towel," Jason said. He cupped your face, so your unfocused eyes could find his. You weren't entirely sure was he needed a towel for. You were a little sticky — were you already done? Jason was still naked but other than that… you didn't note anything else. What did you want to know? You watched Jason's frown deepen a little as he looked for something: it always bothered you when he did that. It felt like you had spinach in your teeth and he just refused to tell you.
"You're going to faint again." Which wasn't a question, per se. You watched as he glanced between you and somewhere behind him, chewing his lip as he thought. You were reaching out before you realised you were—the tips of your fingers felt a little numb as you raised them but you could just about feel the warmth of Jason's cheek under your skin.
"Hey," Jason gave you a gentle smile as he looked back towards you, gently clasping your hand in his own—his hand was so much bigger than your own. His everything was so much bigger than you. There was no way avoid feeling like the biggest pick-me when you compared his body to you—but it was so fun. Watching his fingers curl over the top of yours, climbing up on various boxes and odd objects laying around to 'see what he sees'—it was fun. Why had you been comparing hand sizes again?
"You fainted," Jason said, his voice pulling you back to shore where you had been lost to the currents, "I'm gonna carry you to the bathroom so I can help you cool down a little, okay?"
Your head bobbed a little, "Okay."
Straining your voice was worth it for the bright smile you got in return—it was almost boyish, his excitement and relief. There was something so pure about Jason's joy you hope he never lost.
Your heart leapt into your throat for the second that Jason dipped out of your view, only to reappear at your other side. He gave a quiet countdown as he gathered you up into his arms before standing and your world spun. You clenched your eyes shut as you tucked your face against Jason's bare chest.
"Baby?"
"Mhm?"
You felt his chest cave as he let out a sigh of relief—Jason readjusted his grasp on you before he began making his way to the bathroom; usually, any other occasion you would be delighted. You loved being carried in Jason's arms. You felt like a princess, watching his biceps flex to support your weight—and if he struggled he certainly didn't make a sound.
But right now you just wanted to laid on the cool, hard tiles of the bathroom. You wanted to be let down. You were squirming in his arms like an impatient cat—which arguably, this amount of activity was supposed to be reassuring, right?
Your wish was granted soon enough—but still yet you squealed softly as the feeling of the cold tiles against your back. Jason bent your legs, cushioned your head with a clean towel before kissing your forehead and kneeling beside you.
"Still feeling faint?"
"A little bit," you mumbled as you closed your eyes, the only thing you could think of to dull the growing ache in your head. "M not warm anymore."
"That's good." Jason's hand was warm against your belly but you didn't mind much—his thumb idly pet your skin as Jason watched you breathe. "I'm going to get you a glass of water and then I'm gonna clean you up. Does that sound okay? Sweetheart?"
"Huh?" You looked up at him, and you didn't want to admit just how blurry his face had become in the span of no time. You blinked away the fog before nodding. "That's… that's fine."
"We should get you down to Doctor Thompson's-"
"Nooo." You sounded like a whining brat but the thought of standing and leaving the cold hard ground made you want to cry and heave. "Later."
"Later," Jason agreed before setting off to work.
Jason stood, and even in your less than ideal state, you could appreciate the view in front of you—his ass wasn't within reach, curse his long legs, but the urge to pinch his ass was still. You still tried though, which got you a snort and soft chiding.
"Even when you feel like shit? Really?"
"Mmh, always."
Getting you to sit up was a bit of a challenge—Jason helped you lean against his chest as you sat up, before helping you bring the glass he filled for you to your lips. You were trembling a little more than you realised you would, holding something fragile was a bit of a risk right now.
"Slow sips… that's it, baby." You followed his instructions as best you could, especially as his praises reached you, filling you with a soft pride—which was so silly, but it worked. Jason set the glass to the side once it was empty, but didn't lay you back down, both of you content with your current position. "Would you like to wipe yourself down?"
You nodded—you could now identify the stickiness for what it was, which was not in fact cum like your muddled brain had first assume. It wasn't gooey like that, instead just sweat and lube and other bodily fluids that had cooled against your skin, leaving you feeling quite unpleasant, even with the whole feeling faint thing.
Jason handed you the damp rag, and pretended not to notice as you struggled a little, your trembling hands try to wipe away the mess from between your legs. It only took thirty seconds of struggling before you wordlessly held out the towel and he took over for you, apologising softly when you shivered.
"Better?" He waited for you to nod before he wiped himself down quickly with a clean corner of the rag and tossed it into the sink above you.
"Sorry."
"Hmm?" Jason looked down at you before kissing your temple, "What are you sorry for, baby."
"Fainting." The moment the word left your mouth, you pulled a face—it sounded, stupid, to put it lightly, but you meant it. You hadn't meant to faint, obviously, but you felt bad for prematurely ending the sex. You already had such limited time together, and usually that time together was spent sleeping because you both had such busy lives. Sex didn't happen nearly as often as either of you would like, and when you finally manage to, you pass out.
Jason laughed, and it wasn't mean but you still buried your face in his chest, unable to face him as your face warmed.
"You know that's fucking ridiculous." You grumbled. "It's not like you chose to faint."
"Yeah, but still."
"No." You squealed as Jason pinched your waist—you glared up at him with all the effort you could muster, which wasn't much, even if you felt significantly better than you did twenty minutes ago. "Don't say dumb shit like that. I'm sorry for not noticing."
"It kinda just… crept up on me. I don't know what happened."
"We should definitely get you down to Dr Thompson," Jason said before kissing the crown of your head, "I didn't count, but your heart was definitely beating a little fast for my taste."
"I'm probably just a little deficient in something."
"Still." He brushed his knuckles across your stomach. "Do it for your scaredy cat of a boyfriend."
"Fine… can I take a nap first?"
"After we get some food in you. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Oh, by the way, baby?"
"Oww! Quit pinching me!"
"Quit scaring me like that."
I love whump too ♡ I should honestly write it more often
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My """vigilante""" activities are litterally just defending the lil aviaries i put up. Imagine someone dressed in a cute little rock dove themed cloak and hood thats clearly handmade with love on top of thrifted black and grey layers as their outfit.
Now imagine them curled up in a little aviary made from scraps and love with like, 20 pigeons roosting on and around them and cuddling under their cloak.
IS THIS NOT THE PERFECT LIFE?!?!?!
you and your vigilante are so cute — I hope you find little baggies of bird treats on your window sill. You come up to an aviary you noticed was broken the night before to do repairs only to find that it’s already been fixed
I hope all the gotham pigeons flock to you and recognise you as their kind monarch
Hi! Its my birthday and I was wondering if you could do a jason todd × gn reader birthday drabble or fic. Its totally ok if not tho and its ok if it takes a while! Love your fics! 🩷
hiii lovely <3 I know I’m almost like,, two months late to this, but also unfortunately I don’t do birthday fics or gift fics like that </3 there’s one exception to the rule and he knows who he is (and even then I haven’t gotten him his fic, so)
I hope you had a lovely birthday and a lovely day <3 and I hope you’re still doing well ♡
That pigeon anon is so real. I'm frequently talking to my GF about how if I was in Gotham I'd be a pigeon themed ""vigilante"" who illegally set up pigeon aviaries on rooftops lmfao.
i need somebody to write a fic about that — I know I’m a fic writer but, not me. That’s a fucking fire idea though
additionally question! are the aviaries for the already present pigeons of Gotham and you just teach them that this is their home now or are you producing more pigeons from somewhere?
wolfdog hybrid! ftm! reader x wolf hybrid! jason/dick during spring... ( ´ཀ` )
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notes: explicit ☆ technically gender neutral? (no genders are mentioned but the reader has a cunt) as technically the reader is a bunny but that's only mentioned in like the first bit
tags: accidental unprotected sex, just smut, wolf!Jason, bunny!reader, heats, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, cumplay, praise kink, no actual pregnancy but impreg ☆ wc: just under 500 words!
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“Easy there cottontail,” he whispered as he pulled you closer to his own body. You whined pathetically, too past words to do more than mumble out his name. You’d been past words ever since you'd woken up that morning, flushed and desperate—that’s how Jason found you, humping his pillow as you chased relief.
Several hours and four loads of cum dripping out of your sloppy pussy later, you were still wanting for more.
“You’re doing so well for me.” Every low growl that left his mouth made your heart thump heavily against your chest, your rabbit brain kicking up a notch, leaving you wide eyed and panting. Even after several hours of getting fucked, you were still pushing back against his dick, as it stretched you open so nicely, filling you so much his tip kissed your cervix.
“You’re so pretty like this,” you felt your eyes roll back as he slammed his hips into yours, kissing along your neck as he did, “So pretty for me when I breed you.”
His cum stained your thighs and the sheets under you, every thrust pushing more out of your dripping cunt. You’d reached overstimulation 3 orgasms ago but it didn’t matter—every time Jason tried to pull away, you spread your legs wider, presenting your loose hole for another load. When everything was over, you’d bury your face in Jason’s chest, embarrassed but right now all you could do was give into your desperation.
Jason hooked his arm under your leg, pulling it higher so he could push in further, right up against your tender womb, “Is this what you need, sweetheart? Need to be filled with cum?”
Nodding was the most you could offer—not that it mattered anyway, as Jason pressed in deep and thick cum flooded your tight entrance, your cries muffled against his lips.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he panted against his skin. He stayed still for a moment, like it would help his odds of it taking, before slowly, so carefully, pulling out, leaving you a debauched and trembling mess. His fingers dimpled your thighs as he held you open, watching the cum leak out of your gaping hole—you laid there, letting him stare as you did your best to regain your footing.
“One day, I’ll end up actually knocking you up,” you heard him say softly as his fingers trailed up your slit, pushing everything back into your winking hole. The choked moan you let out wasn’t elegant. “Maybe that birth control will fail one day.”
You did manage to latch onto those words—your heart jumped in your throat.
“Birth control?”
You watched as Jason froze and the cogs in his brain began to turn.
He pounced on you.
It was safe to say you wouldn’t be leaving the bed for the next couple of hours.
hope you enjoyed this short drabble ♡ I did intend to make it a wolfdog reader but I kept getting stuck? for some reason? anyway, hope you enjoyed the bunny!reader
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