[offbrandhermes]

Happy Valentine's Day !!

[offbrandhermes]

That Matt Smith image but Riddler

[dirohraga]

when tav isnt at elfsong...

(they're very undressed on xwitter)

[cenzi04]

My end of the riddlebird slop with @gambitgambino who has a Riddler I love very much

I'm lowkey disturbed by the amount of hatred my king is drawn with in most of the actual comics, so Idc and I'm going to make him beautiful and big because I have free will

Directly and partially based on the Oswald from Gotham because I love that chud

[sagebrush-and-sadness]

I believe Kurt would love some slow, lazy sex first thing in the morning.

The hesitant sunlight is yet to ripen, and sounds of the imminent routine are still muffled, tucked away in the mansion's depths. It's a day for respite, and you're both drunk with sleep: eyes foggy, barely seeing, heavy limbs awkward and numbed, and all the nooks and crannies of your bodies seeping warmth under the stuffy duvet.

Such a vulnerable state when the mind still can't quite cross the border between blissful non-existence and sharpened awareness. The state that makes you move on instinct rather than cognizance, and Kurt thinks it's a beautiful thing — that his first instinct is to search for you and yours is to yield to him.

He finds you blind, guided only by the scent of your skin and the deep-rooted certitude that you cannot be anywhere else if not here, and his cock is still soft when he does so. The feel of unkempt fur between his thighs as it slides against the sensitive fold of your buttocks is toe-curling, a stimulus you respond to just as readily as you do subliminally. Hips move — yours and his in tandem — and through the lifting veil of slumber you seek to catch Kurt's dry, warm breath on your lips.

Afterwards, it is never possible to know for certain who is to blame. Was it the cheeky devil's unconscious scheme all along, or did you simply provoke it with an accidental caress?

Either way it always ends up the same: with your first comprehensible thought being the physical recognition of his cock as it slides inside, inch after leisurely inch, right to the hilt. The second one prompts that it’s uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant, and soon you’re awake at last, sleep still clinging to eyelashes, yet all the thoughts lie scattered all over your mind because Kurt has woken too — and now he’s moving not with intuitive probing but with honed purpose.

Swiftly the sheets turn damp with the sweat of your mingling, sticky and obscene, and the fur of his chest traps the warmth of your body, the air swelling with heat almost unbearable. You have to throw the duvet off to let your skin breathe, and the squelch of your joining together rings deafening in the sleepy quietness of the room, seemingly loud enough to disturb the whole mansion with its vulgarity. And yet that's barely a concern to either of you, because your core pulses with the rhythm of your fluttering heartbeat and Kurt throbs, voice tightening, tail thrashing against the mattress with frantic thump-thumps, your own breath stalling in the middle of your throat, fingers clenched in convulsions and—

You don't feel him spilling inside of you, not really, but it's giddying nonetheless — the way he has to keep close, buried within your cunt, so as not to do any more damage to the poor linen. Gentle wind shuffles the curtains, a soft rustle against the wooden floors, and nips at your tender, clammy thighs. The clock on the bedside table reads 7:34, four minutes past the usual alarm that didn't ring, and although the hallway is flooding with noise now — steely footsteps, wolf yips, something clattering, someone laughing — your eyelids fall shut again. And Kurt, softening slowly inside of you, one protective arm draped over your form, rumbles deep in his chest, a roll of thunder caught within ribcage, and you allow the low purr of his contentment to soothe you back to sleep better than any lullaby could ever do.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Pleasepleasepleaseplease more Jervis I’m begging on my knees fucking DYING please please-

literally anything dawg just gimme a TASTE of that fine specimen pplease-

‘SLOW DOWN, [pull-out game! hcs]

-GOTHAM VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; rating the gotham villian men’s pull-out game

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Day 3 of gotham tv kinkpril! How this works is each day I follow the prompt list; and pick gotham characters who I personally think would resonate with said kink. SMUT!!! PURE PORN. This is pretty damn filthy. For my sake, readers on birth control. Mentions of pregancy (reader DOESNT get pregnant.) Mentions of breeding kink for Jerome and Jervis’s parts. Edward Nygma’s canon choking kink. Victor marking reader. Spanking for Oz. Hypnotism and non-con warning for Jervis (as always!)

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇 - 7.5/10

♫ “You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Y’know, compared to some other characters on this list, Oswald isn’t horrible at pulling-out on time.

It really just depends on the position you two are in, how hot and bothered he is, and if he’s angry.

Normally, he’s a complete gentleman. He can be nervous in the beginning with penetrative sex, especially in the beginning stages of your relationship. Poor bird can get very flustered very quickly, and he’s cumming very fast. He’s hyper aware of every move he’s making to you, nervous out of his mind, and so focused with bringing you pleasure- he knows when to pull out.

His ego is also bruised after he cums too fast. He’s turning into a total tsundere infront of your eyes if you mention it, flustered and squawking at you to “Shut up!”

If you two have been dating for a longer time….that’s a different story entirely.

I talked in my hard kinks post about Oswalds philosophy on sex- particularly all the things he dreams of doing to you, and how he fantasizes about defiling you. (and then proceeds to scold himself for being so crude.)

But the man is selfish, impulsive, and takes what he wants. He honestly doesn’t notice where the lines between being gentle and rough blur. Which is why over time he gradually gets rougher and rougher. Especially when he’s stressed from his mob boss duties.

You’ll be shoved into the mattress, ass up, face in the pillows. You’ll feel the fat of your ass sting from where he spanked it only moments ago. You’ll be a whining wet mess when he presses himself into you fully, both of you letting out a mutual moan at the ecstacy. Feeling your tight walls clench around him is too much.

If he’s pissed, he might still be ranting to you while he fucks your brains out.

“I’m going to kill all of them! Every…last…argh- one of them!” He’s speaking freely, hands gripping your thighs tight as he rams you in doggy-style. You’ll hear his breath hitch, and his words slip, and the more he chokes in his anger and pleasure- the closer to the edge he’s getting.

It’s days like these, when he can’t help but completley spill himself into you. His hips, slamming against yours, will immediately slow down and twitch against you as he cums. He’s clawing onto your thighs and ass, pressing you tight against him while he lets his cum fill you up.

His heavy breathing will be the only sound in the room. Wait for him to sober up and realize what he’s done, he’ll start fussing over you and apologizing and stuttering for his behavior. Don’t tease him when he’s like this- he’ll start tweaking out.

He’s the only one on this list that probably forgets your on birth control, and starts lashing out into a long rant about becoming a father. The type of guy to freak out over a non-existent pregnancy scare, become all worried about being a horrible father, and then have an epiphany he’s going to be a great father. All in the span of 2 minutes.

“Oswald- you’re okay. I’m on the pill.”

“You…” He closes his eyes, exhaling, looking at you as though he didnt hear you. “You’re on the pill?” He repeats, quiet, leaning foward.

You’ll have to nod. He’ll be silent for a few moments, huffing a sigh of relief, smiling a bit maniacally.

“You’re on the pill!” He’s clapping his hands together, thanking god, laughing in dazed relief, before his expression turns deadly serious and stressed.

“Never scare me like that again!” He’s hissing.

Don’t bring up the fact it was him who failed to pull out. He’ll get pissy all over again.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍 - 10/10

♫ “I'll show you if you let me, girl.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Ah yes, the pull-out king. He’s too good at self-control for his own good. Maybe it’s because he’s had tons of practice.

Anthony Carrigan said Victor was a ladies man. He’s had one too many sexual encounters, but none of them have mattered. Flings are always flings, and hey, sex is always better when it’s with someone you’re positively obsessed with.

Force of habit to pull-out instantly when he’s about to cum. He’ll never admit it though. He’s gotta keep you guessing.

“I’m on the pill, Victor, you can cum inside me if you want.” You’re telling him, constantly. His answer is always the same.

“You know I love you sweetness, and I’d make an amazing dad, but do you really want to take that chance?”

Also he’s the type of guy to brag about how powerful his sperm is. Ew, Vic.

“The Zsasz men got around.” He’s launching into a dry rant about his fraternal family tree. Give him the ego boost for a second.

No, but in all seriousness, he’s worried about getting you pregnant. Besides, do you want a bunch of little Zsasz’s with mini machine guns running around? Nah. Not in this economy.

I genuinely don’t think he’s cum inside you once, unless he’s trying to prove a point.

Especially if he’s feeling particularly possessive or obsesseive. He absolutely adores you. He notices everything. Years of stalking people have caught up to him. He analyzes your every move. If he thinks you’re acting distant, he puts his dick to good use.

And by that, I mean his cock is stuffing your pussy to the top, squelching noises sounding out. He has you practically in a pretzel, hitting all the wet sweet spots he can find in your cunny. He won’t stop teasing you until you admit he’s the “only guy you have eyes for.”

He also will make a cut in your skin for each time you two bang. He likes keeping a talley of how many times he gets to fuck his soulmate. It’s an act of dominance. If you ever leave him, you’ll always carry his scars on you. His marks. His signature.

There is something so intimate, so precious to him, about having you begging for him to keep fucking you. It makes him feel needed, which is greatly appreciated, given the fact he constantly needs you. You’re his drug.

You’ll have to beg him, please. You’ll have to tell him you’re completely and soley his. Everything will get so hot and messy so quickly. He’ll drag you down on his cock, man-handling you, watching you moan like a bitch in heat.

He’ll lose himself in your pleas and whimpers of “I love you! Just you!” that you whine around his dick. He’ll cum at that, letting ropes of cum fill your hole to the brim. He doesn’t care. He wasn’t paying attention. All he cares about is letting you know who you belong with.

He doesn’t bring it up in the morning. If you bring it up, he’ll fuck you again until you forget about it.

𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴 - 5/10

♫ “Push a little further on the edge.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Mr. Logical over here just looks at the percentages.

It’s simple for him. If the birth control pill is 93% effective, given you forget to take it sometimes, he doesn’t mind cumming inside you from time to time. It elevates the expirence for both of you. Besides, why exercise self control when it’s not needed?

Unlike Victor, that small 7% doesn’t bother him. Not all the time, at least. It wouldn’t be logical to worry about something with such a miniscule probability.

If he really needs to pull out though, he won’t have any issue. He swears to himself he could if he wants too.

But, it really depends on if he’s Edward Nygma, or The Riddler.

Ed is the opposite of Oswald in the sense they both will expirence premature ejaculation, but Ed doesn’t pay hyper attention to it in the moment. Once he’s cumming, he is losing himself in a sea of “Oh dear”’s. His eyes gloss over as he moans, pumping his dick into your sweet little pussy. Hips stuttering, glasses fogged up, he can’t help himself.

He’ll be all consumed in the obscene sight before him. Your body laid bare, breasts bouncing with every thrust and touch he gifts you. It’s crude. Every moan is a praise. He’s never expirenced this before you.

The Riddler is an entirely different story on the other hand. He’s confident, he’s charasmatic. But he also has a level of self-awareness and an even more elevated sense of anxiety; given the fact he must take all possible outcomes into account. Whether or not he decides to pull out is always a wild card.

Against-the-wall sex is a must.

He’ll have his tall body pressing you up to the surface, hand wrapped around your neck. His eyes are focused soley on you. How you struggle to breathe in his hold. He’s studied your body. He notices how your cunt clenches around him every time he squeezes a little bit harder. He’s growling out filthy things.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” That signature smirk of his is whispering. His gravely voice fills the air between you two, hot breath on the shell of your ear. It’s intoxicating.

Your velvety walls against his throbbing cock makes his knees buckle. He’s punctuating every word with a thrust. He tightens his grip around your throat as he gets closer and closer, chasing his climax. You can feel your ass press into the cool brick of the wall behind you, air flow restricting.

By the time he’s cumming with a sharp gasp, you’re desperate for air. His hips push into you at an angle, and he lets himself finish deep inside you, forehead resting against yours. His lips come down to kiss you as his high comes down, hand traveling from your neck to your heart. He wants to feel it beat underneath him. Feel what he’s doing to you.

He could stay like this for hours, he thinks, if only it wasn’t impractical.

His pull-out game might be worse than I thought.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴 - 0/10

♫ “Coming down is all I ever do, babe.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Who has two thumbs, and is the cream-pie king? THIS GUY!

No...but seriously, it's a problem on his part.

If Eddie's self control was bad, Jerome's is 10x worse.

The heaviest breeding kink out of ANYONE on this list. He doesn't know why, he doesn't care to find out. He just knows he wants to stuff you full. The way his cum leaks out of your hole makes his head spin. It's dirty, it's freaky, it's disgusting. Just the way he likes it.

He wouldn't care if you're on birth control or not. He swears up and down he'd be the worlds #1 dad. The fun dad. Too bad mommy doesn't want a kid. He's sticking his tongue out and pouting.

But really, can you blame him? The feeling of how his sticky tip aligns with your entrance, the way your eyes roll back when he fucks you just right.

If you two are fucking, forget being in just one position. He'll have you up, down, in the mating press, cowgirl, leap-frog. Every time, he loves to see how his hot cum drips out of you at each angle. His lips twitch when it drips into a lewd pool beneath your pussy.

That's assuming he lets it flow freely out of your fucked out hole. Sometimes he can't help himself.

Hearing you whine into his mouth as his tongue wildly explores yours, he keeps pounding into you, slamming into you deep. It's sloppy; his teeth clash into yours, his hands roam to every inch of soft skin he can. He's desperately trying to devour you, take your breath away. It's just natural for him.

"C'mon gorgeous, you want it, huh? You want me to fill you up?" His words are confident and playful, but he's struggling not to choke on them. It's the way your cunt throbs around him, the way the bed shakes with the force of his thrusts.

He's jackhammering into you like an animal.

"Such...such a greedy lil' pussy, huh?" He's howling. His hand travels down to your womb, feeling your stomach possessively.

He finishes unprecedented, needily chasing his climax. His cum pours into you, leaking out of your sweet, tight cunny. He let's a low growl as he cums, typical smile wiped into an expression of pure ecstasy.

He sobers up more quickly than you do, letting a loud bark of laughter. He finally detaches himself from you, but only for a moment. He stares intently as the cum pools out, in a smiling fucked-out daze.

You'll go to move, to clean yourself up, or just let down your shaking post-orgasm legs. He won't let you.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast, doll." His voice is quiet, playfully scolding you with a smirk. He looks like the cat who got the cream.

He takes his semi-hard dick, teasing with your sloppy hole with his tip. He rubs your cute little pearl of a clit with his own slit, messily playing with the cum all over you. It's like art.

When I say the man has no self-control, I mean it. He'll re-enter you, cackling as he tries to fuck his cum back up into you. He needs to make sure it reaches your womb. He generously feeds your cunt with it, head thrown back in overstimulation.

If you're not careful, he'll fuck you for the whole night, cumming over and over inside you.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻 - 2.5/10

♫ “But I'm about to show you, baby, slow, slow.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Jervis should be a 0/10, just like Jerome, but he gets brownie points for hiding it better.

Yeah. He's the only villain on this list who will ACTIVLEY try to baby-trap you. He doesn't care if you're on the pill, he'll find a way to get you pregnant eventually. It's a mixture of a breeding kink, and a need to keep you with him. You must stay with him. Not to mention, if you have powers like him, he'd love to see just what mixture you two make. A happy little family.

The catch is that he only cums inside when you're hypnotized. He tries to present as a gentleman all the time. Gentleman do not typically violently fuck their lady into a mattress, and watch their own cum spill from her pussy. He has a reputation to uphold.

Which is why he gets an extra 2.5 points. Those times when he's being gentle, careful not to damage you. He'll be groaning into your neck, whispering sweet praises as he makes love to you.

"So sweet, such a darling, precious little thing." He's petting your hair as he fucks you soft, going agonizingly slow. It takes everything in him not to turn your guts inside out and rail you. "So demanding..."

He'll pull out as he finishes, swallowing, opting to cum on your stomach or spine or even his own hand. The only thought that keeps him sane is knowing he will have his way with you later. For now, it's all about you.

Now, when you're hypnotized, you're in for a treat. And by treat; I mean he's fucking you raw, with the full intent of making you a beautiful mother.

His hands are traversing over your body, licking long stripes up from your nipple, to your neck, to your lips. He's grinding you down into the bed, strangely defined arms pinning both your hands above your head with just one of his. His hips rock into you, hitting every sweet spot you can imagine. His thick cock is damp with your leaking juices, pounding his pre-cum into you.

Your mind will be clouded over in a mind-controlled daze, feeling his member fit snug into your wet and warm pussy.

Oh, how he wishes he could hear you. Effectively silent, you're like a hypnotized ragdoll. His thoughts wander into the lewdest places, would you whisper breathy sweet nothings, or would you whimper and beg for more of him? Either way, he feels himself pumping harder and harder into you, getting closer and closer. Over and over and over-

When he finally cums, he lets out a noise between a whine and a groan, pushing himself as far into as he can. He wants you two to become one.

You'll feel the distant feeling of hot cum stuffing you, defiling your pussy in sticky ropes. Your plushy walls clamp down on his cock, oh, you little vixen.

He's breathing wildly by the end of it, smiling as he presses his skin as far as he can into yours. He's too touch-starved to let you go. He'll hypnotize you to cuddle with him for the rest of the night, his cock and cum still shoved deep inside you.

Be careful. You might find your pills missing the next day.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Pleasepleasepleaseplease more Jervis I’m begging on my knees fucking DYING please please-

literally anything dawg just gimme a TASTE of that fine specimen pplease-

‘SLOW DOWN, [pull-out game! hcs]

-GOTHAM VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; rating the gotham villian men’s pull-out game

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Day 3 of gotham tv kinkpril! How this works is each day I follow the prompt list; and pick gotham characters who I personally think would resonate with said kink. SMUT!!! PURE PORN. This is pretty damn filthy. For my sake, readers on birth control. Mentions of pregancy (reader DOESNT get pregnant.) Mentions of breeding kink for Jerome and Jervis’s parts. Edward Nygma’s canon choking kink. Victor marking reader. Spanking for Oz. Hypnotism and non-con warning for Jervis (as always!)

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇 - 7.5/10

♫ “You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Y’know, compared to some other characters on this list, Oswald isn’t horrible at pulling-out on time.

It really just depends on the position you two are in, how hot and bothered he is, and if he’s angry.

Normally, he’s a complete gentleman. He can be nervous in the beginning with penetrative sex, especially in the beginning stages of your relationship. Poor bird can get very flustered very quickly, and he’s cumming very fast. He’s hyper aware of every move he’s making to you, nervous out of his mind, and so focused with bringing you pleasure- he knows when to pull out.

His ego is also bruised after he cums too fast. He’s turning into a total tsundere infront of your eyes if you mention it, flustered and squawking at you to “Shut up!”

If you two have been dating for a longer time….that’s a different story entirely.

I talked in my hard kinks post about Oswalds philosophy on sex- particularly all the things he dreams of doing to you, and how he fantasizes about defiling you. (and then proceeds to scold himself for being so crude.)

But the man is selfish, impulsive, and takes what he wants. He honestly doesn’t notice where the lines between being gentle and rough blur. Which is why over time he gradually gets rougher and rougher. Especially when he’s stressed from his mob boss duties.

You’ll be shoved into the mattress, ass up, face in the pillows. You’ll feel the fat of your ass sting from where he spanked it only moments ago. You’ll be a whining wet mess when he presses himself into you fully, both of you letting out a mutual moan at the ecstacy. Feeling your tight walls clench around him is too much.

If he’s pissed, he might still be ranting to you while he fucks your brains out.

“I’m going to kill all of them! Every…last…argh- one of them!” He’s speaking freely, hands gripping your thighs tight as he rams you in doggy-style. You’ll hear his breath hitch, and his words slip, and the more he chokes in his anger and pleasure- the closer to the edge he’s getting.

It’s days like these, when he can’t help but completley spill himself into you. His hips, slamming against yours, will immediately slow down and twitch against you as he cums. He’s clawing onto your thighs and ass, pressing you tight against him while he lets his cum fill you up.

His heavy breathing will be the only sound in the room. Wait for him to sober up and realize what he’s done, he’ll start fussing over you and apologizing and stuttering for his behavior. Don’t tease him when he’s like this- he’ll start tweaking out.

He’s the only one on this list that probably forgets your on birth control, and starts lashing out into a long rant about becoming a father. The type of guy to freak out over a non-existent pregnancy scare, become all worried about being a horrible father, and then have an epiphany he’s going to be a great father. All in the span of 2 minutes.

“Oswald- you’re okay. I’m on the pill.”

“You…” He closes his eyes, exhaling, looking at you as though he didnt hear you. “You’re on the pill?” He repeats, quiet, leaning foward.

You’ll have to nod. He’ll be silent for a few moments, huffing a sigh of relief, smiling a bit maniacally.

“You’re on the pill!” He’s clapping his hands together, thanking god, laughing in dazed relief, before his expression turns deadly serious and stressed.

“Never scare me like that again!” He’s hissing.

Don’t bring up the fact it was him who failed to pull out. He’ll get pissy all over again.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍 - 10/10

♫ “I'll show you if you let me, girl.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Ah yes, the pull-out king. He’s too good at self-control for his own good. Maybe it’s because he’s had tons of practice.

Anthony Carrigan said Victor was a ladies man. He’s had one too many sexual encounters, but none of them have mattered. Flings are always flings, and hey, sex is always better when it’s with someone you’re positively obsessed with.

Force of habit to pull-out instantly when he’s about to cum. He’ll never admit it though. He’s gotta keep you guessing.

“I’m on the pill, Victor, you can cum inside me if you want.” You’re telling him, constantly. His answer is always the same.

“You know I love you sweetness, and I’d make an amazing dad, but do you really want to take that chance?”

Also he’s the type of guy to brag about how powerful his sperm is. Ew, Vic.

“The Zsasz men got around.” He’s launching into a dry rant about his fraternal family tree. Give him the ego boost for a second.

No, but in all seriousness, he’s worried about getting you pregnant. Besides, do you want a bunch of little Zsasz’s with mini machine guns running around? Nah. Not in this economy.

I genuinely don’t think he’s cum inside you once, unless he’s trying to prove a point.

Especially if he’s feeling particularly possessive or obsesseive. He absolutely adores you. He notices everything. Years of stalking people have caught up to him. He analyzes your every move. If he thinks you’re acting distant, he puts his dick to good use.

And by that, I mean his cock is stuffing your pussy to the top, squelching noises sounding out. He has you practically in a pretzel, hitting all the wet sweet spots he can find in your cunny. He won’t stop teasing you until you admit he’s the “only guy you have eyes for.”

He also will make a cut in your skin for each time you two bang. He likes keeping a talley of how many times he gets to fuck his soulmate. It’s an act of dominance. If you ever leave him, you’ll always carry his scars on you. His marks. His signature.

There is something so intimate, so precious to him, about having you begging for him to keep fucking you. It makes him feel needed, which is greatly appreciated, given the fact he constantly needs you. You’re his drug.

You’ll have to beg him, please. You’ll have to tell him you’re completely and soley his. Everything will get so hot and messy so quickly. He’ll drag you down on his cock, man-handling you, watching you moan like a bitch in heat.

He’ll lose himself in your pleas and whimpers of “I love you! Just you!” that you whine around his dick. He’ll cum at that, letting ropes of cum fill your hole to the brim. He doesn’t care. He wasn’t paying attention. All he cares about is letting you know who you belong with.

He doesn’t bring it up in the morning. If you bring it up, he’ll fuck you again until you forget about it.

𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴 - 5/10

♫ “Push a little further on the edge.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Mr. Logical over here just looks at the percentages.

It’s simple for him. If the birth control pill is 93% effective, given you forget to take it sometimes, he doesn’t mind cumming inside you from time to time. It elevates the expirence for both of you. Besides, why exercise self control when it’s not needed?

Unlike Victor, that small 7% doesn’t bother him. Not all the time, at least. It wouldn’t be logical to worry about something with such a miniscule probability.

If he really needs to pull out though, he won’t have any issue. He swears to himself he could if he wants too.

But, it really depends on if he’s Edward Nygma, or The Riddler.

Ed is the opposite of Oswald in the sense they both will expirence premature ejaculation, but Ed doesn’t pay hyper attention to it in the moment. Once he’s cumming, he is losing himself in a sea of “Oh dear”’s. His eyes gloss over as he moans, pumping his dick into your sweet little pussy. Hips stuttering, glasses fogged up, he can’t help himself.

He’ll be all consumed in the obscene sight before him. Your body laid bare, breasts bouncing with every thrust and touch he gifts you. It’s crude. Every moan is a praise. He’s never expirenced this before you.

The Riddler is an entirely different story on the other hand. He’s confident, he’s charasmatic. But he also has a level of self-awareness and an even more elevated sense of anxiety; given the fact he must take all possible outcomes into account. Whether or not he decides to pull out is always a wild card.

Against-the-wall sex is a must.

He’ll have his tall body pressing you up to the surface, hand wrapped around your neck. His eyes are focused soley on you. How you struggle to breathe in his hold. He’s studied your body. He notices how your cunt clenches around him every time he squeezes a little bit harder. He’s growling out filthy things.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” That signature smirk of his is whispering. His gravely voice fills the air between you two, hot breath on the shell of your ear. It’s intoxicating.

Your velvety walls against his throbbing cock makes his knees buckle. He’s punctuating every word with a thrust. He tightens his grip around your throat as he gets closer and closer, chasing his climax. You can feel your ass press into the cool brick of the wall behind you, air flow restricting.

By the time he’s cumming with a sharp gasp, you’re desperate for air. His hips push into you at an angle, and he lets himself finish deep inside you, forehead resting against yours. His lips come down to kiss you as his high comes down, hand traveling from your neck to your heart. He wants to feel it beat underneath him. Feel what he’s doing to you.

He could stay like this for hours, he thinks, if only it wasn’t impractical.

His pull-out game might be worse than I thought.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴 - 0/10

♫ “Coming down is all I ever do, babe.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Who has two thumbs, and is the cream-pie king? THIS GUY!

No...but seriously, it's a problem on his part.

If Eddie's self control was bad, Jerome's is 10x worse.

The heaviest breeding kink out of ANYONE on this list. He doesn't know why, he doesn't care to find out. He just knows he wants to stuff you full. The way his cum leaks out of your hole makes his head spin. It's dirty, it's freaky, it's disgusting. Just the way he likes it.

He wouldn't care if you're on birth control or not. He swears up and down he'd be the worlds #1 dad. The fun dad. Too bad mommy doesn't want a kid. He's sticking his tongue out and pouting.

But really, can you blame him? The feeling of how his sticky tip aligns with your entrance, the way your eyes roll back when he fucks you just right.

If you two are fucking, forget being in just one position. He'll have you up, down, in the mating press, cowgirl, leap-frog. Every time, he loves to see how his hot cum drips out of you at each angle. His lips twitch when it drips into a lewd pool beneath your pussy.

That's assuming he lets it flow freely out of your fucked out hole. Sometimes he can't help himself.

Hearing you whine into his mouth as his tongue wildly explores yours, he keeps pounding into you, slamming into you deep. It's sloppy; his teeth clash into yours, his hands roam to every inch of soft skin he can. He's desperately trying to devour you, take your breath away. It's just natural for him.

"C'mon gorgeous, you want it, huh? You want me to fill you up?" His words are confident and playful, but he's struggling not to choke on them. It's the way your cunt throbs around him, the way the bed shakes with the force of his thrusts.

He's jackhammering into you like an animal.

"Such...such a greedy lil' pussy, huh?" He's howling. His hand travels down to your womb, feeling your stomach possessively.

He finishes unprecedented, needily chasing his climax. His cum pours into you, leaking out of your sweet, tight cunny. He let's a low growl as he cums, typical smile wiped into an expression of pure ecstasy.

He sobers up more quickly than you do, letting a loud bark of laughter. He finally detaches himself from you, but only for a moment. He stares intently as the cum pools out, in a smiling fucked-out daze.

You'll go to move, to clean yourself up, or just let down your shaking post-orgasm legs. He won't let you.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast, doll." His voice is quiet, playfully scolding you with a smirk. He looks like the cat who got the cream.

He takes his semi-hard dick, teasing with your sloppy hole with his tip. He rubs your cute little pearl of a clit with his own slit, messily playing with the cum all over you. It's like art.

When I say the man has no self-control, I mean it. He'll re-enter you, cackling as he tries to fuck his cum back up into you. He needs to make sure it reaches your womb. He generously feeds your cunt with it, head thrown back in overstimulation.

If you're not careful, he'll fuck you for the whole night, cumming over and over inside you.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻 - 2.5/10

♫ “But I'm about to show you, baby, slow, slow.” Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

Jervis should be a 0/10, just like Jerome, but he gets brownie points for hiding it better.

Yeah. He's the only villain on this list who will ACTIVLEY try to baby-trap you. He doesn't care if you're on the pill, he'll find a way to get you pregnant eventually. It's a mixture of a breeding kink, and a need to keep you with him. You must stay with him. Not to mention, if you have powers like him, he'd love to see just what mixture you two make. A happy little family.

The catch is that he only cums inside when you're hypnotized. He tries to present as a gentleman all the time. Gentleman do not typically violently fuck their lady into a mattress, and watch their own cum spill from her pussy. He has a reputation to uphold.

Which is why he gets an extra 2.5 points. Those times when he's being gentle, careful not to damage you. He'll be groaning into your neck, whispering sweet praises as he makes love to you.

"So sweet, such a darling, precious little thing." He's petting your hair as he fucks you soft, going agonizingly slow. It takes everything in him not to turn your guts inside out and rail you. "So demanding..."

He'll pull out as he finishes, swallowing, opting to cum on your stomach or spine or even his own hand. The only thought that keeps him sane is knowing he will have his way with you later. For now, it's all about you.

Now, when you're hypnotized, you're in for a treat. And by treat; I mean he's fucking you raw, with the full intent of making you a beautiful mother.

His hands are traversing over your body, licking long stripes up from your nipple, to your neck, to your lips. He's grinding you down into the bed, strangely defined arms pinning both your hands above your head with just one of his. His hips rock into you, hitting every sweet spot you can imagine. His thick cock is damp with your leaking juices, pounding his pre-cum into you.

Your mind will be clouded over in a mind-controlled daze, feeling his member fit snug into your wet and warm pussy.

Oh, how he wishes he could hear you. Effectively silent, you're like a hypnotized ragdoll. His thoughts wander into the lewdest places, would you whisper breathy sweet nothings, or would you whimper and beg for more of him? Either way, he feels himself pumping harder and harder into you, getting closer and closer. Over and over and over-

When he finally cums, he lets out a noise between a whine and a groan, pushing himself as far into as he can. He wants you two to become one.

You'll feel the distant feeling of hot cum stuffing you, defiling your pussy in sticky ropes. Your plushy walls clamp down on his cock, oh, you little vixen.

He's breathing wildly by the end of it, smiling as he presses his skin as far as he can into yours. He's too touch-starved to let you go. He'll hypnotize you to cuddle with him for the rest of the night, his cock and cum still shoved deep inside you.

Be careful. You might find your pills missing the next day.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

please i am begging i need a edward x oswald x reader threesome fic so bad will give you my firstborn child

‘YOU CAN BE THE BOSS,

-GOTHAM! NYGMOBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Do two tops make a bottom? No. But TWO tops and one bottom? Well…it’s something.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!nygmobbleput x female reader. SMUT!!! THREESOME!! Edward and Oz are both partial to bondage. They are both tops so they need a bottom to balance them out. Them both being a bit of a whore for your attention. Lots of kisses, body worship, need I say more? Oh, also, they fight like a married couple. They are too competitive for their own good.

♫ “As close as i’ll get to the darkness / He tells me to ‘Shut up, I got this.’ / Malt liquor on your breath, my my.” You Can Be The Boss by Lana Del Rey

Hands. Hands are all you feel, two sets of them specifically. They can’t keep their hands off you. And neither of them are intent on letting go any time soon.

You mewl against the headboard, struggling against your restraints. It’s not new in your relationship. Both of them seemed keen on tying you up. You aren’t quite sure just where Edward managed to get his hands on bondage rope, ball gags, and ankle cuffs, but you’ve learned not to ask questions.

They stand above you, hovering over you. Oswald’s tongue darts to wet his lips, and makes a curt nod to Edward. You notice the discreet gesture, one that silently says ‘My turn. No if’s, and’s, or but’s.’ You’d laugh at the childish action of calling first dibs, but it’s hard to make a coherent thought with Ed tracing patterns on your thighs.

You watch Ed grumble, and silently move aside.

Oswald’s nails dig into your thighs as he positions himself, he looks like he’s concentrating a bit too hard. Holding himself back. The moment he enters you, it feels heavenly. His cock drags across your velvet walls gently, slowly. Too slowly.

“No.” Is all Edward chimes in. You let out an embarassing whimper in confusion as Oswald continues his movements. Ozzie rolls his eyes and grits his teeth, face flushed from the feeling of being inside you.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

Ed cocks his head, observing. He sounds unamused.

“She wants you to go faster.”

“I know that,” Oswald huffs out, ruffled. He doesn’t stop moving, and your breath hitches. “It’s called teasing.”

“Obviously.” Edward growls out, a little louder than intended. No insult to his intelligence to be taken lightly. “I just meant-“

Oswald let’s out a condescending laugh, corner of his lips twitching. “Oh, Edward. So impatient.”

Ah. So Ed just wants his turn now.

You watch Edward sneer, and Oswald turns to look at you.

“Is he right, my dear? Do you want me to go faster?”

He’s being awfully patronizing today, not that you mind. You let out a noise of agreement through the gag. Edward’s eyes light up at that, wolfish grin spreading across his face. One of Ozzie’s fingers comes down to gently trace your lips, and before you know it, he’s pistoning into you.

Cradling your body gently, and pounding into you. You feel him pressing gentle, loving kisses all over your neck and shoulders and chest, in contrast to the harsh thrusting of his hips against your skin.

Eddie’s eyes are narrowing in on you, chest rising and falling as he watches the show.

“Ah, so beautiful.” Oswald is whispering sweet nothings in your ear, trying his hardest to keep his composure, and failing. “So sweet.”

You wonder if he’s deliberately showing off in front of Ed that he has you. You watch Edward’s eye twitch.

Oswald lets out a broken laugh, borderline condescending, as he spills inside you first. You watch him breathe hard against your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He thinks he won whatever kind of game him and Ed are playing.

“That’s enough.” Edward says harshly, taking off his glasses. Oswald sends him a wicked triumphant grin. You feel the weight of the bed shift as Edward lays down his long limbs, and positions himself on top of you.

You miss the feeling of a cock inside of you. You pull against the rope, and Ed finally fixes his attention off his pseudo-argument with Oz onto you.

You feel Ed’s hand clamp down on your throat, and watch Oswald’s eyes darken. Careful.

“My turn,” Ed whispers to you, gentle, and instantly fills you back up in one swift movement. You feel the familiar feeling of hot, feverish friction. Edward’s other hand goes down to rub harsh circles on your clit, that makes your back arch up into him.

Ed lets out a low groan, and his eyes flit to Ozzie’s, who clicks his tongue. Ed holds his gaze, showing off.

“You’re acting like a child.” Oswald sneers and whispers under his breath, as if he wasn’t doing the exact same thing just moments prior. Edward pushes hard into you again. You can’t help the high pitched squeak of surprise that comes from your throat. You squrim against your bindings, aching to touch him.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Oswald. It doesn’t look good on you.” Ed responds. “I think she likes this much better.” Another squeeze to your throat has your eyes glazing over in overstimulation.

In defiance, Oswald turns away, jaw clenched, and Ed get’s the one up. He finishes inside you, just like Oswald, cum sticky and dripping down your inner thighs.

“A little crude, don’t you think?” Oswald scolds, and joins Ed back above you, motioning to the mess they’ve made of you.

You watch Ed roll his eyes for the millionth time. They stare at each other, predatory, and you realize this is just the beginning of tonight. One round. They truly won’t stop until you’re either too broken to concentrate…or you’ve chosen a winner.

Good luck.

[shiv873o]

[sonicfrontiers]

do you want to play tomodachi life but don't have a switch, $60, or just don't want to pay nintendo $60?

here's an all-in-one site where you can download everything you need to emulate it!

Floralith beta — downloads and setup.

also, with an emulator, you can directly screenshot and record your game, and even mod it! add custom hair parts! import photos directly! remove region locks! emulate it!!

everything?

everything! this site will walk you through downloading the ryujinx switch emulator, the firmware and keys needed, and the nsp game file for tomodachi life ltd.

is this safe?

the files are all directly downloaded from this site, so there's no third party to worry about. i didn't make this site - it was created by PotentialAd943 on reddit, who claims they scanned their files clean before hosting. just to be sure, i scanned my pc after downloading too. it all came up clean! but it's good to be aware of pc safety, especially when pirating. it can't hurt to do a scan of your own to be sure!

how much pc knowledge do i need for this?

you should know how to download files, how to make and manage folders in file explorer, and how to navigate a program's settings menu.

any settings i should change in ryujinx?

here's some i recommend checking before starting the game:

for tomodachi life specifically, make sure you set a timezone in settings! you can have it match your pc's time for simplicity.

there are ostensibly keyboard controls, but they're a little wonky to figure out. if you can, plugging in any controller should work just fine. just make sure to select it in ryujinx's input settings! (you should also still be able to use your mouse for things like drawing facepaint!)

graphics settings will be on a per-pc basis, depending on your pc's strength. it's worth it to experiment with them and see what gives you the best performance. ryujinx will explain what each setting does if you hover over it!

the game crashed?

that's very likely to happen! on first time loading a scene, the emulator can sometimes struggle. it happened to me the first time i opened the mii editor, and the first time i opened the news station. you should be able to relaunch and everything will be fine. if it's happening super frequently, though, you may need to adjust your graphics or cpu settings!

a sixth thing i didn't think of?

feel free to leave a reblog with comment or send me an ask! if you need more specific guidance, i'll be happy to help! i'm not an expert on emulation, but if nothing else, i can try to point you towards a reddit thread that is more competent than i am

i hope you have fun playing the game! i did not create this site, but i found the creator in a single reddit thread asking people to spread the word, so i figured i'd do what i can and make this post. if it works for you, please help out and spread the word even further! thank you!!

[coldgardengentlemen]

Franco Barbi being both the sub and the dom. Stay with me here.

Cw: non con, dub con, bondage, leash and collar, blindfolds/bag, rape play, reverse rape? Idk. Bottom!Franco. Masochist!franco, some reluctant top reagent. Age regression (I mean...)

He's in the mood to be raped, which is kinda hard to achieve in this place, so he uses some reagent to play his rapist. He'll collar and leash them so they can't escape. "C'mon... baby's been bad~ and you're gonna put him in his place." As he tugs them along, after tearing their clothes off.

Maybe they have a cock or strap, it doesn't matter, he's gonna make them rape his ass hard. He lays back on a dirty mattress while tugging them closer, and he tells them not to hold back. He wants to feel it for days after. Maybe the reagent will take it as an opportunity. How often will they get the chance to fuck all their anger and frustration into a prime asset? And give him a proper pounding, and raping his ass just like he asked.

Or maybe they are hesitant and need some persuading and egging from Franco. "What? I do all that shit to you, and you can't even rape me? Pathetic!" He'd yank on their chain (litterally), forcing them deeper into him. Of they are less inclined to fuck him he'll get very upset and offended. "What?! Am I too ugly for you to rape me?!" He'd shout with tears of anger and hurt.

He'd probably tie the less cooperate up a bit, specifically with their hands behind their back. He might even blind them or put a bag over their head. "Since I'm too fuckin ugly for you" I think he'd leave the ends of the rope behind their back extra long so he can hold them from his position on the bed. He'd use them as a way to pull them towards his waiting hole, as well as force their thrusts.

The whole time he's talking "fuck yeah, I deserve it" "C'mon, like you mean it!" "Use me however you want! Make it hurt!"

If the reagent goes along with it, the only restraint is the leash. He'd let them degrade him, nodding his head as his eyes role back in his head. He'd let them overstimulate him regardless if he can keep a stiffy. His favorite would be being folded in half, his legs pushed to his chest as he gets pounded till his ass is raw. He'd be sucking his thumb/pacifier with tears in his eyes. "Please, baby will behave. Baby's sorry, baby's so sorry"

[offbrandhermes]

I went to the dentist yesterday

[daydreamsn-after-dark]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DU7eAEfjhW7/?igsh=NzByZmFtcXNmMXUz holy fuck

[offbrandhermes]

Garden of Eternal Happiness

(Eternal Sugar Cookie)

[offbrandhermes]

What if... Ada saved Ashley in Spain?

I LOVE YURI

[offbrandhermes]

+ more

[offbrandhermes]

Rogue and Gambit doodles

[storytimewithtibby]

Post Trial Care MDNI 18+ Hendrick Joliet Easterman x reader x Leland Coyle wc: 1,475

     A twitch had you jumping, colliding with someone behind you, which only startled you again as you’d been left alone once the prime asset had been sedated. You’d swear it was taking more each time to put him under, looking over your shoulder to see Dr. Easterman and your stomach dropped. The only way this could be worse was if he’d brought Avellanos or Lawler. 

“He’s magnificent, isn’t he?’ Easterman murmured, walking past you and around to the other side. “Even resting there’s an almost siren call to him, the charisma is so potent it’s unable to be ignored even when he sleeps.’ 

     Carefully winding the wires into a manageable coil, pun unintentional but hilarious, using your arm and hand to spool. Some of them would need to be replaced if he were to be fully efficient, a couple of them melted and not providing the type of power they should. Unsure if you should step out and give Easterman time alone with the asset, you figured it would be better to keep working. The sooner you were done the sooner you could go on break, could have a quick nap in a bunk somewhere. 

     He watched with an intensity that could feel like a physical touch, one that found skin and trailed down, lower, gently wrapping lips ar- Clearing your throat, in an attempt to clear your head, you set the clothes aside in neat little stacks and picked up your recorder. The little hook clattered as you hung it near the asset’s head, pressing the button that would rotate the bed from horizontal to angled vertical once the straps were secure. 

“Prime Asset Coyle, trials ran fifteen, three of which ran co op with Prime Asset Gooseberry.’ You started, pulling the clipboard off the table, hesitating before holding it out to Easterman who shook his head. “Asset shows several contusions, previous attending recorded a collection of 150g of glass splinters and pieces removed from clothing and skin.’

     Double checking the marked areas with the nude man’s, you felt Easterman’s breath against your neck, head turning slightly to see he was looking over your shoulder. That was fine, boss wanted an eye on things, you could handle that, shifting aside as you signed the form to show it had been double checked. Now came the slightly awkward moment, setting the clipboard down to put on a pair of gloves. 

“Several small incisions reported require liquid stitching, a deep puncture from a door trap triggered by reagent will require deeper tissue dissolvable stitching.’ Fingers lightly sifting through the coarse beard hair found the small wound, finger tips on either side of it as you applied the liquid suture and pinched it shut. “Note: liquid suture is running low, request replacements as soon as possible.’ 

“Consider it done.’ 

     The tube fell from your fingers, staring sightlessly at the unconscious man as you remembered Easterman’s presence. How you’d forgotten you couldn’t say, but now you were hyper aware of it again, fingers skimming along the asset’s skin to make sure there weren’t any other unaccounted shards of glass. The reagents really liked to throw those damned bottles that were littered everywhere. 

     Feeling something brush your stomach, you rolled your eyes upward in a silent query as to whomst you had pissed the fuck off to have this happen now. Normally you could just ignore it, while you’d caused it, it wasn’t like he was aware of what he was doing. It would be immoral to… Glancing at the fingers around your wrist, you fought against the gentle pressure for a moment before giving in. 

     Curiosity killed the cat, and you felt blood rush lower, fingers guided to skim along the erect penis of one very unconscious man. You really should say something, glancing at the recorder, trying to pull your hand back a little half heartedly if you were honest. There was an injury to his thigh, a rather long but shallow wound that had already clotted. 

“We should be tending to our assets, helping make sure no distractions disrupt their ability to think, to place themselves wholly in the moment.’ His voice was low in your ear, and you wanted to say the only reason you wrapped your fingers around Coyle’s cock was because you were coerced. “Frustration can cloud the mind, cause irregularities in an individual who would normally be focused on the task at hand.’

     It felt like a punch to the gut feeling Easterman’s fingers press against your cock through the layers of fabric, hips jerking as in a shameless attempt to get more pressure. Your hand squeezed, Coyle letting out a raspy groan as his head twitched briefly, precum trickling down the side of your palm. Slowly stroking, mimicking the same technique you wished you could be using on your own right then, you were rewarded with a slurred grunt of Just like that…

“While our assets aren’t quite the family we are here at Murkoff,’ you’d forgotten that whole Daddy thing he had going on, there was a pool betting it was a kink thing and not just a paternal hope for the better. “They still deserve a similar respect and care, like we take care of you.’

     The pool was heavily leaning towards kink with a couple of people just being obstinate, or sycophants no one was sure. The tug at your waist made your hand flex and a low whimper fell from Coyle’s lips, your cock aching as it pressed against the zipper of your slacks. You didn’t know he could make a noise like that, your hips already shifting as the zipper triggered a staccato of vibrations, testicles shifting as the pleasure coiled low in your belly. 

“We do like you happy, sated.’ His fingers were cool, a slight discomfort easily ignored feeling the pad of his thumb sending a sharp pleasure spearing through you as it rubbed back and forth over the slit. “A keen mind needs honing, but should also be cultivated through careful pruning of distractions.’ 

     Nodding, sure, yeah. Damned distractions ruined everything. The air was cool against your legs as your slacks gave up their tenuous grip on your thighs, pooling around your feet. Hips rocking as he wrapped his hand around your glans, feeling the pressure slowly move down, breath catching in your lungs as a slick finger pressed, entered, so slowly you couldn’t help squirming. 

“If there were no firm hand to keep you all on the intended path, it would be utter chaos.’ A choked noise escaped you, his grip tight and punishing, your knees wobbling before awkwardly falling onto them as your restricted ankles almost sent you toppling face first into Coyle. “But a little obedience goes a long way, an open mind, open eyes taking in every little detail. And an open mouth to let out those clever observations, breathe in the sense of accomplishment and worth it leaves behind.’

     Was that meant to be a hint? Bracketed by long legs as he crouched down beside you, fuckin talent if you were honest considering you were pretty sure you’d dropped like a stone and he’d just kept pace. God if he just kept the pace, his hand sticky, tugging at skin, each discomfort gathering itself in the basket of your belly. Your tongue ached as you bit down on it as he slowly working in a second finger, twisting, shifting, your head falling back as he pressed down on the bundle of nerves that upended the basket. 

“We appreciate everything you do, you are the vertebrate that make up the spine, the ribs that cage and protect our precious organs from damage.’ 

     It was hard to hear him over the rush of blood in your ears, leaning forward to lick the drop of precum that hung from the tip of Coyle’s cock. The murmured good boy in your ear, his fingers relentlessly grinding, sending spark after spark of pleasure through you until your entire body tensed. A low hum of approval in your ear trickled through the static, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make noise. Salt and bitter fluid slicked your tongue as you slid your mouth onto Coyle’s shaft, using it to stifle yourself. 

“Truly a pillar, each and everyone of you, unflagging, unwavering in your devotion.’ It was too much, twisting your hips, hands clenched into fists. Oh god why hadn’t you just covered your mouth with your fucking ha- “We know you swallow back your pride and hurt when things don’t go as expected, but we are here to listen. To lend a helping hand if the burden becomes too much.’

     You felt his cock twitch against your soft palette right before semen hit your tonsils, coating the back of your throat. And like the good employee you were, you swallowed it down.