I don't hate the finale (i actually really fucking love it) of Good Omens however you WILL catch me with my head in the sand pretending we only got season 1 because I love the hijinks and whimsy of pre-covid queers dancing around each other.
DISPATCH || Waterboy x M!Reader || Nice Guy PART 1
Description: As a reforming villain, you get wired onto the Z-Team and become extremely protective over the new guy.
Waterboy met you at work- well, "met" was a word for it. He saw you around, and he wasn't sure if you had done the same. However, it was on his first shift as a Z-Team member- Flambae was his usual self with a mocking of Waterboy's stutter- what nobody expected was your fist to collide directly into Flambae's face. Then again. And again. You weren't sure, but you assumed about 3 of the others had to tear you off of the flaming hero. Waterboy stood there motionless as he watched you lunge and subsequently beat at Flambae- all over what?
You panted harshly as you kept your eyes trained on the cursing Flambae, not a trace of regret in your eyes as you glared at him.
"Do that shit again, I fucking dare you." You huffed. "Make fun of his stutter again and I'll make you swallow all of your teeth."
"Damn! You got your shit rocked!"
"Guess we can't bully Waterboy anymore."
You looked over to Waterboy, who instinctively flinched. Your gaze softened slightly. You were about to say something, but Robert interrupted you.
"If you're done fighting each other, we have actual villains to fight now. You know, your jobs?" Robert reprimanded to everyone, but to you in particular.
You rolled your eyes, but grunted in the affirmative as Flambae screeched and bitched about how you wouldn't get away with your actions. Robert was smart enough to keep you and Flambae far away from each other for the rest of the shift. It was an awkward shift to say the least. Everyone still slung insults and joked, but there was a certain hollowness to it all.
There was an apartment complex fire during the last sweep of the shift. You and Waterboy were the closest to the incident, so Robert assigned the both of you to evacuate the civilians and for Waterboy to suffocate the flames. It was a fairly easy infiltration mission to grab the trapped civilians inside the building alongside the firefighters. The heat felt as if it boiled your very blood as you handed person after person to the firefighters. You felt like a pack-a-day smoker after you exited the building as you hacked and coughed violently for air.
The firefighters thanked both of you for your help, and sent you back to SDN to clock out. It was on the walk home when you felt like it was a good time to explain yourself to the shaking, sopping wet hero.
"By the way, I get it." You started awkwardly as you got Waterboy's attention. "I used to have a gnarly stutter too. It took me years of speech therapy to kick it down a few notches."
"Oh! I- you beat up- you mean earlier?" Waterboy perked up as he fidgeted with his hands as both of you walked.
"Yeah. I might be a villainous dick, but I can't stand assholes who bully people for things they can't control." You nodded.
"I really like- it was nice- thank you." Waterboy responded, somehow more awkwardly than you initially were.
"Let me know if anyone else gives you trouble, okay?"
"You're not allowed to beat up your team members, just a reminder." Robert interrupted, which made both of you jolt.
"I won't, I won't." You sighed as you rolled your eyes and shot a smile to Waterboy, who fumbled with himself until he settled on a weak smile and a thumbs-up.
Waterboy being so nervous to talk to you, and considering you the hottest person at the SDN. He's always making puddles when he catches sight of you. When people aren't ignoring him, they're making fun of him for ogling at you.
Waterboy gushing about how handsome and kind you are around the office to his grandmother, who playfully whacks him with her walking stick to finally ask you out.
Waterboy nearly having a heart attack when you punch someone's lights out for mocking his stutter. He's seen you be coyly sarcastic before... but never overtly violent- and on his behalf! His feelings only exponentially grow from there.
Waterboy thrilled at the prospect of being friends with you. You bring a cased-up Wii to work to play with him during breaks. He's always been scared to touch electronics, but you going through the effort to(the best of your ability) waterproof a Wiimote? Yeah, he has never had so much fun.
Waterboy standing up for you when you get shit at the office for being his friend. He might not stand up for himself, but he won't hesitate to have your back!
Waterboy sheepishly asking you out for a coffee date after work, but getting so into his anxieties that he rejects himself and excuses himself to cry in the janitor's closet. When you find him, he profusely apologizes about how he asked you out.
Waterboy stumbling over himself when you hand him your number on a laminated piece of paper so that he won't smudge the ink.
I see you have written a fauxcest about Parker and Chance, so I raise you this; fauxcest with Freddy. I love big guys and he is definitely the brotherly type. I don't have much in mind other than him trying to help, sooth, or calm down a "little brother" reader. Just constant comfort through sex because being with someone that big would make anyone panic a bit.
theres an amazing fauxcest freddy fic on ao3 by junorain if you wanna read that too!
Big brother Freddy being so kind and gentle with you since you're so tiny compared to him. Always worrying if he's too much or hurting you, but seeing you in his lap with your pupils blown with lust? He feels so dirty and ashamed as he ruts against your backside. You're not even halfway through being fingered open and Freddy is imagining how tight you'd be around him- god, he's the worst brother in the world.
But the way you moan and whine his name makes him forget all his shame as he pushes inside.
He canonically practices holding his breath for longer and longer, what better way to practice then have someone sit their ass on his face or dick down his throat.
okay but Hoove loving to suck dick is so on brand.
Being on his knees, servicing and caring for his lover? That's him right there! And one of his favorite ways to service his lover is to take all those inches down his throat and let his soulmate go to town.
Hoove loves to deepthroat and throatfuck. Not only does he get a show of you breaking down in pleasure, but he also gets to practice holding his breath! He knows when to breath in, suppress, and ease out on air.
He especially loves when you put your hand on his cheek as he gazes up at you. God, he loves that feeling. It makes him feel like a superhero.
He's thought about asking you to choke him during sex before, but is slightly too scared to ask... for now.
your two nerdy big brothers teaching you all about the "secret" game they play together- where they wrestle, roll dice, and see who can last longer between the two of them- of course, as soon as you join in the fun, Chance and Parker shift the dynamic to pinning you down and exploring your body, spoiling you rotten like the beloved baby brother you are to them.
Hi there! I saw your TNG boys x Top!Reader post and was wondering if you have any headcanons for the TNG boys with a bottom/switch reader? :-)
Star Trek TNG Men x Bottom!M!Reader +18
Worf
With how traditional of a man that Worf is, it's not surprising that he is more inclined to top you. When it is revealed to him that you're more of a bottom anyway, his mind floods with ideas of you on your back, on your stomach, in the shower, just taking him.
He's more on the possessive side, giving you bites and hickeys on your neck and shoulders that just barely peek from under your uniform collar- yes, they're there to ward off people from hitting on you, but they also are Worf's favorite thing to catch a glance at.
Loves when you and him start the nights off with a bit of wrestling, when he pins you into submission, he gets very turned on.
Data
He's not too surprised, however he is going to ask questions. After all, he's never bottomed before- what makes it so attractive for you? Is it a psychosexual thing? Is it just a pleasure preference?
Data reads up on some works about how to "be a good top" and accidentally finds ao3 porn of dominant tops. that's a fun explanation/conversation for you to have.
Even if you want him to be a dominant/degrading top, he is assuring you around every 5 minutes or so that he does not mean what he is saying to you, that he loves you very much.
Will
He's had sex before as both a bottom and a top, so he mainly treats you how he likes to be treated in the beginning. (Praise, competition, touching and caressing, etc. He's a bit of a sensualist and overachiever smh)
You love his empathetic humanity when it comes to sex. He's always relating to you about his experiences bottoming with funny stories about sex going awry with non-human partners.
Will is an amazing partner that lowkey tries to live up to the old stereotypes of "the top must be the protector", but that's mainly because he loves you and wants to protect you in general, and seeing you vulnerable beneath him only amplified that.
Picard
God, he spoils you rotten. Pillows for your lower back, pillows for his knees. Soft blankets and cushions all around for you to hold and moan into while being plowed. For being so dignified, Picard really does know how to make a man feel good in an intimate way.
He's more comfortable as a top, as it makes him feel as if he's in control of himself and his physical vulnerability. After all, if something were to come up and he was needed for action, it's a lot easier to pull out and run to his clothes than to have someone pull out of you.
Thanks you for the sacrifice and carrying the burden of soreness in a teasing way(however, he is hung and likes letting go so you might be sore often) but absolutely aftercares you with pain meds, a warm drink, and love.
Geordi
I feel like he jokes around a lot during sex. Like, a fucking comedian making you laugh type shit. When you ask him about it, he shrugs it off like "your laugh turns me on. i like knowing you're having a good time"... "plus you tighten around me when you laugh-"
He's genuine and cute, but also serious about giving you all you could possibly want. He loves you, and he wants you to feel that physically.
Has a bit of a kink for listening to you get off while he's banging you. He thinks it's weird and perverted, but that's okay! we're all weird and perverted on the enterprise!
Date Everything! Scandalabra x GN!Reader +18 MDNI || Family Affairs
Content Warning for incest roleplay, but you could probably infer that from the title.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, unsure of the frills and frivolity of it all. There you were, dressed in an outfit that befitted a historical play. It was your idea after all, but seeing yourself in the ruby red fabric? The intimately embroidered breeches? Well, fantasizing and actually doing are two very different things! You steeled your confidence before you left your bedroom, dateviators in your pocket to meet your beau. You knew you would never hear the end of it from the others, but this was something that you and Scandalabra agreed on doing together!
A shuddering breath left you before you put on the glasses and pointed them at your beloved candelabra. There you saw him- dressed elegantly as well. Rich creams and silvers fitted him perfectly, makeup done to such a pristine point that it made you very aware of your pores.
“Hey uhhh-” You mumbled, suddenly very warm in your layers. Scandalabra lightly smacked you with his fan that he untied from his waist, more of a correctional action than anything.
“Is that any way to greet your dear relative, boy?” He hummed- well, moreso sneered. He tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes by the tip of his fan. “What is our special word?”
“Burning.” You managed to squeak out. That was not good enough for your guest.
“I’m sorry, have you lost your voice?” He mocked. “I know I’m a fair bit older than you, dear boy, but your uncle has not fallen victim to hearing loss just yet!”
“Burning, uncle. That’s our special word.” You repeated, slightly louder(and without your voice wavering, thank you very much).
For the first time this evening, Scandalabra smiled. It was a smile of approval, but also with the eyes of expected obedience from you.
“At least you haven’t forgotten your manners.” He huffed. Without missing a beat, he had yet another complaint for your ears. “And yet, here I stand, with no greeting?”
You scrambled to Scandlabra, and with a bow at your waist you reached for his outstretched hand and kissed the knuckle of his middle finger. Your dear uncle made an amused hum and cradled your cheek in his palm. You felt a shudder slam through you at the soft gesture. Scandalabra and you had talked thoroughly about this roleplay and fuck, it was so hot so far! You whimpered softly as the gesture retreated and you were told to stand properly again.
“In your letter, you said you had something pressing to discuss, boy?” Scandalabra inquired coyly- your cue.
“Oh- um, yes! Very pressing, uncle.” You nodded. “However, it’s rude to discuss such private matters so openly… perhaps a more secluded room is more suited for the occasion?”
“Of course. Lead the way.” Scandalabra said as gestured for you to lead him. With a tight smile, you led your uncle through the corridor, up the stairs, and into your private chambers. Scandalabra gasped dramatically, yet softly as he heard the door click behind him once he entered.
“Having your uncle in your bedchambers to tell him a horrible secret? Oh, what a scandal this would be if others found out!” He teased. You couldn’t help your flushed cheeks as you mustered up the bravado and courage to continue the scene.
“That’s exactly why I brought you here, to a place so secluded. It’s a scandal indeed.” You admitted, thanking both Chance and Scandalabra for the roleplay and formal speech lessons in your mind. The moment you drew the curtains, you turned to Scandalabra again. “Uncle, I believe I am unwell.”
“Unwell in what way, my boy?” Scandalabra inquired, he motioned you to sit on the bed. You obeyed his authority.
“I- I’m sick in the mind, uncle. I fear it has festered in my mind like a dastardly plague upon my senses.” You started your monologue, just as you had practiced in your mind over and over again. “I’ve had improper thoughts- thoughts of myself with a particular other man. I-”
“Is that all? Really nephew, the others have known for ages that I fancy the same sex!” Scandalabra interrupted.
“No uncle, it’s a bit more… dubious than that. It is the who rather than the what he is.” You professed. Scandalabra looked you up and down, then sighed and sat next to you.
“My boy, there is nothing you can say that will tear our close bond.” Scandalabra assured solemnly- well, as solemn as he could be.
“Uncle- is it wrong to lust for you so? To be enamored with every flick of your wrist, every scolding and reprimand drives me mad!”
“Ah I see, that is quite the scandal indeed!” Scandalabra laughed, his hand placed a little too close to your upper thigh.”Perhaps your bond to me has morphed your mind!”
“Uncle Scandalabra, I desire you. C-call me out of my mind. Call me sick and twisted.” You begged as you grabbed at Scandalabra’s coat. He jolted away from you to avoid the wrinkling of his pristine garments and shot you a glare.
“You wish to hear me say it then, you degenerate? How perverted you are, lusting for your own uncle! Using me as your fantasy material!” He scoffed. “And here I thought my sweet nephew was chaste! I ought to set you right again!” He huffed as he gripped his fan tighter. “Staring at me so indecently, is this why you invited me here?! To seduce me?”
You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself throb in your pants. God, the way he demeaned you was perfect.
“Y-yessir.” You mumbled.
“Aha! So you admit it! How monstrous!” Scandalabra gasped in affronted horror. “That’s it! I’ve made up my mind! You ought to be reprimanded properly- backside up, on the bed properly.”
You nodded excitedly, as you tried your best to look guilty. The way Scandalabra stared at you with disdain as you oh-so-sweetly presented yourself. However, in the mind of your uncle, he fought another battle unbeknownst to you- a war against his own chastity. The way you were so happy to lay with your face in your pillows, ass up, it made Scandalabra shudder. He hated to admit it, but your confession stirred something inside him as well- a nagging darkness that dragged him into the depths of depravity. On those late nights when Scandalabra was ignored by the others, he also thought of you. But no! He was chaste! He dared not to sully himself.
A whimper from you snapped Scandalabra out from his internal monologue. With a precisioned strike, the edge of his fan smacked your backside. You groaned into the pillow with perverse joy as Scandalabra punished you. Another smack. Then another. Another. Scandalabra angled his strikes to never be in the same place twice, but the warm sting made you sing with pained ecstasy.
“You are a vile degenerate, boy. Lusting for your uncle in the way you do- does even your punishment arouse you so?”
You were too busy catching your breath to hear what Scandalabra said.
“When I speak to you, I expect an answer.” Scandalabra growled in a voice so promising it almost sounded threatening. You shuddered and spread your legs wider, as if you invited him to do more to you.
“How wanton.” He muttered.
He patted the side of your flank to get your attention, then grabbed you by your cravat to yank your face closer to his. The look in his eye was far from the eclectic and eccentric normalcy- no, his pupils were blown wide, breath short, and you saw the peeks of a rose-red blush from underneath his makeup.
“Look what you’ve done to me, boy.” He demanded quietly. “You’ve pulled me into this depravity on purpose, to fulfill your own twisted desires. Taking advantage of your chaste and pure uncle- how perverse must you be?”
Before you could answer, Scandalabra kissed you. You had felt his lips against your cheeks and hand before- but this? Oh, this was animalistic. He pulled you impossibly closer by your cravat, which provided a pleasant tightness around your throat as the air escaped you. Scandalabra ran his free hand through your hair, then gripped it firmly. You were not sure if you opened your mouth to gasp in shock or moan, but either way your uncle took advantage of your vulnerability and plunged his tongue inside your slightly agape mouth. He mapped every molar and twisted his tongue against yours with a needy and downright dirty groan of relief.
When he finally pulled away, you both were left gasping. Scandalabra’s makeup was smeared ever so slightly by the sweat, his wick was a burning blue flame- it would be concerning if it wasn’t so hot to see an unconscious indicator that Scandalabra was enjoying himself.
You maneuvered yourself into Scandalabra’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Uncle- please.” You begged breathlessly.
You weren’t sure if it was your mouth that looked thoroughly kissed, the slight sweat at your brow, or just your generally needy demeanor, but Scandalabra seemed to break there and then.
“Get off me. Strip.” He ordered. Who were you to defy?
Once you had fully obeyed, he motioned you closer to him as he sat politely, yet feverishly aroused at the side of your bed. He ran his hands over your skin and placed open mouthed kisses to everywhere directly in front of him- your stomach, your hips, and your arms were not safe from his devotion.
“Uncle Scandalabra, you’re teasing!” You complained, achingly horny and desperate for a certain candalabra to get his clothes off and fuck you already. “Please use me, I’m yours.” You added on for extra measure.
Scandalabra pulled away with a devilish smile as he looked up at you.
“Tell me dear boy, have you prepared yourself for this encounter?”
You nodded quickly.
“Then procure your lubrication and let me inspect you. If I am to engage in incestuous degeneracy, the least I can do is make it pleasurable for the both of us.”
Dizzyingly excited, you stride over to your nightstand and give the bottle to Scandalabra and lie down on the bed, this time with your back to the covers. You wanted to see him.
You had spent a good few minutes before you got dressed with preparation for this. It’s what made your period-accurate smallclothes stick to your inner thighs so much. But that was about a good twenty minutes ago, and there was no such thing as “too much anticipation”. So, you spread your legs wide and allowed Scandalabra to massage your opening with his slicked-up fingers. He plunged inside with his perfectly manicured nails that were too short to scratch your inner walls. You threw your head back with cries of “Scandalabra! Oh god!”
“What a dirty boy, crying out for your uncle in such a way. That’s it, beg for your uncle, you depraved young man.” Scandalabra murmured into your ear as he snuck a second finger inside you, then easily a third. “Good boy, such a good nephew for me.” He praised quietly.
You writhed, moaned, and gasped loudly throughout the entire ordeal, which only made Scandalabra intoxicated on your noises and physical reactions to him. In an act of complete ill decorum, Scandalabra unfastened his breeches and pushed down his lower layers until his throbbing shaft and heavy balls were free- and only that much. He placed the bottle of lubrication aside as he used the excess to slick himself up and teased his tip around the edge of your opening. He pressed ever so lightly against the actual center, an achingly horrible tease of what was to come.
“I- I- please-!” You sighed as your body trembled.
“Beg for it, my dear boy.”
“Uncle- oh god, uncle Scandalabra please- please fuck me. I need to so fucking bad-” You babbled as Scandalabra continued to tease you.
Scandalabra was never known to be a cruel man- but now? He seemed like the worst man alive. He refused to give you what you wanted- what you needed from him. Intentionally, he teased and riled you up as you reached overstimulation of absence.
“Ah ah ah, such naughty language. Someone should clean that mouth!” Scandalabra playfully reprimanded as he shoved half of his shaft inside of you. He refused to give you a break as he shallowly thrusted inside you. It was only the first 3”, but after nothing for so long? You happily took what you got. And on top of that, the groan of delight that Scandalabra let out only made you feel higher on euphoria.
You were pistoned into with manic need, more and more of Scandalabra made its way inside you with every push inside again.
“There’s a good boy- take your uncle’s member, you’ve corrupted me as well, how dare you. You seduced me into this, you weaseling little minx.” Scandalabra dirty talked to you, it was obvious that his mouth acted on its own at that point. “You want this? You want to take a man who you’ve known all your life? Who’s promised to protect and provide for you? How fucking perverted.”
The curse jostled you slightly- you were not too sure if Scandalabra could actually cuss, but apparently he could!
As the coupling continued and became increasingly more frantic, droplets of wax dripped and spilled onto you. They were flecks at best, but one particularly devious glob of wax fell onto your chest, which made you arch your back at the heat and new sensation. It was almost too much- the sex, the wax, the performance, it was all spectacular. Scandalabra seemed into it just as much as you as well, if the occasional grunt in time with his hilting inside you was anything to go by.
“Oh, dear boy- dearest boy, I’m afraid I won’t last too much longer.” Scandalabra warned, as he refused to slow down in the slightest. “Wh-where do you want it?” He asked, his voice absolutely broken and near-unrecognizable.
“Oh fuck- inside!” You responded as you wrapped your legs around his waist as best you could. With your answer locked in, Scandalabra groaned loudly and brutally humped inside you, his fire burned white-hot and about a foot or so from the ceiling as he threw his head back in euphoria. The only thing that was semi-frequent was the sound of his sac slapping against your perineum.
Scandalabra broke fairly quickly after that as he exploded inside you- he somehow shoved himself impossibly deep and grunted out a noisy huff as pulse after pulse of his ejaculate flooded you.
You tried your best to steady your breathing as you felt Scandalabra shoot his load inside, his little noises of completion the only thing that kept you attached to reality. Scandalabra breathed heavily as his fire extinguished. He moved himself so that his head was nestled between your left shoulder nook.
“So, not bad, huh?”
“Oh my god, that was so hot.” You shuddered out. “Thank you so fucking much.”
“Anytime.”
“I love you, Jon.”
“Ah hell, you can’t say that kinda stuff when a guy’s just jizzed in you.” Jon joked, but you know what he meant.
hii! i just want to say i LOVE your writing sm. this fandom needs more male reader stuff it drives me insane to not see more of it.
i was wondering if you'd be willing to do some johnny splash x male reader stuff? honestly i dont rlly care what that entails, whether its sfw or nsfw, i just want that stupid elvis impersonator so bad
Date Everything! Johnny Splash x GN!Reader +18 MDNI || Bedside Romance
You and Johnny had never had sex before. It was a surprise, considering your recently official “love ending” with him. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive, it just seemed improper for a sweetheart like him to ever get naked like that! Despite this initial feeling, you felt the urge to test your luck. So, you turned on the shower water to let it warm up, stripped, then entered the glass cage with your dateviators on.
“Oh darlin’ I- oh wow-” Johnny stuttered as he took one glance at you, then turned his head away to preserve your modesty. “Now now, ain’t no reason to be talkin’ to me when you’re like that!” He reprimanded.
You hummed and pressed your body against his underneath the shower’s blast. He felt extremely out of place, being so covered while working so close to you! You had your chest flush against his, a hand pressed against the wall, ineffectively trapping him on one side.
“Johnny.” You hum playfully as you trace your other hand up his hip to the side of his waist. “We love each other very much, don’t we?” You purred into his ear, repeating his greetings to you. You thought it was extremely cute that he assumed a quick meeting was a “quickie”. God, were you about to prove him wrong.
“We-well yes but…” Johnny stumbled over himself as he screwed his eyes shut. “My mama told me never to be a peepin’ tom.”
“Oh, but this is a sight just for you, sweetheart.” You assured him as you fondled yourself between your legs. Johnny heard your little gasp when your hand met your sex. He felt how your hips stuttered against his with a perfectly-aimed touch. You were aroused for him. You wanted him. He just didn’t know how to respond to such a radiant human coming onto him!
Johnny held your arm for support as you kissed him- it was an awkward kiss to say the least, as Johnny was scrunched up and rigid. Eventually, with enough kisses, reassurance, and time, Johnny’s kisses became less stone-cold and had melted into a rich warmth of passion. His hands wandered respectfully to just flittering above your waist. You corrected him and gripped his slender hands by the wrists as you guided his shuddering hands to your ass.
“I want you, Johnny.” You assure.
“I mean- this is all goin’ so fast darlin’- of course I’d love to fumble around with you n’ all! I just feel a little dirty about peekin’ at you in the shower. Never in my years of hard work have I ever peeped at someone, and I don’t intend to start today.” Johnny explained. “My mama didn’t raise a pervert.”
Despite this, Johnny certainly felt perverted as you turned off the shower, stepped out of the glass cage naked, and grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him upstairs.
You pulled him to the bed and kissed him silly, almost drunk on his moans and whimpers of timidness. Johnny kissed you deeper as he cradled your face gently- near with a holy reverence. You helped him stretch and prepare you with an aching slowness.You could feel his erection as it pressed against your stomach and inner thigh.
“Oh honeysuckle, I dunno what to say.” Johnny murmured as you sat on top of his lap with a lustful expression. Fuck, you needed him.
“I do- Johnny, fuck me?” You asked with a grin as you shifted to above Johnny’s weeping cock.
Johnny bit his lip as he felt you sink down over the tip of his cock. Every agonizing millimeter made Johnny writhe and sob as you passed lower and lower until your pelvises kissed. You sat fully down with a content sigh, but Johnny was fighting for his life. He felt himself on the edge just from being inside you. You shifted, and Johnny stopped you with surprising force on your hips as he let out a ragged breath.
“I’m tryin’ to not make a damn fool of myself.” He murmured, mostly to himself. He looked into your eyes- his voice low and hungry, but his eyes pleading. “Stay still for me.”
So, you did. You waited for Johnny to come down from his high before he guided your hips slowly up and down his aching shaft. The tightness made him want to scream, the heat made him actually choke on half-stopped groans. The slickness of your lubed entrance was so much more than Johnny could ever fear to dream of.
After an eternity, Johnny released the bruising grip on your hips and let you decide the pace. You took pity on your sweet lover, with a kiss to his sweaty forehead, you kept your pace even and slow on him. You reveled in every sigh and whiny plead that escaped the singer.
“Good boy.” You breathed out. “You’re making me feel so good.”
That’s all Johnny needed to hear to shoot his load. You were on a down thrust as he came, and decided to drop all your weight down and took the effort to grind down deep onto the base as Johnny gasped and squirmed as he shot jet after jet of his orgasm inside of you.
You followed soon after- after all, Johnny looked so cute when he came!- His face was flushed a deep pink, he gripped the blankets as if they owed him money, his mouth was agape and vocal, and oh god you could feel him as he twitched and released inside of you.
Johnny groaned as he felt you tighten around his oversensitive cock, but you kissed him though it as you came down from your high, breathless from the kisses.
“That was… amazing.” Johnny panted out as he snuggled you closer on top of him- your face was pressed into his shoulder, but you could just tell that he was smiling.
“No Johnny, you were amazing.” You praised as you kissed him on the neck- which made him squirm. Interesting.
Technically a sequel to "Enticement Game", but can be read as a standalone.
Content Warning for detailed panic attack, but it's worked through with love and care <3
You had done it- You made it to chess without killing Parker with embarrassment. He was just so fluster-able, you couldn’t help yourself! The way he mumbled to himself with that adorable flush on his cheeks, the way he clearly was into you but denied himself, god, you could ruin him right there and he’d beg for more. So, you decided to test your waters a little bit. As you put on your blindfolds for chess, Parker made the most downright adorable sound as he stuttered out the word “b-b-blindfolded?!” The way you wanted to fuck him- god, it made you look so stupid.
You brushed your hand against Parker’s and all your resolve snapped after his reaction. That damn shy response shot through your heart! So, you carefully moved the chessboard aside and got a little too close for Parker’s comfort.
“Parker.” You breathed out, desperate.
“Uh- y-yes?” Parker whimpered out, as if he was unintentionally testing your resolve.
“I want to fuck you so bad it makes me look stupid. Genuinely. I need you viscerally. Carnally. Whatever. Just take off your clothes.”
“That’s not in the rules of chess!” Parker exclaimed as he scooted back and crossed his arms over his chest, hiding himself from your blindfolded stare.
“I need to take a break.” You begged, voice strained and trembling. “I can’t focus- you’re so fucking cute.”
Parker lets out a little “eep!” of surprise at your confession. You hear him shuffle with himself, clearly flustered. He doesn’t know what to do with this information! He was just the board games in your attic! You know, the things you packed away out of boredom!? Why the sudden interest in him now?! You thought he was cute, you wanted to have sex with him… He had never even touched another being before! This was all so sudden!
“Parker?” You asked, your voice a lot more contained and careful. Oh shit, was he hyperventilating?! He didn’t even notice!
You took off your blindfold and crawled towards Parker before you undid his blindfold as well. He had tears in his eyes from being so overwhelmed.
“Oh shit- I’m sorry-” You started, but Parker quickly cut you off.
“What? No, don’t be sorry- I’m fine. I’m fine.” He assured, lying. He wasn’t panicked- moreso overwhelmed by the information? He wasn’t scared at all. He knew that, but it was just a lot of information all at once that he technically already knew, but it was different to actually hear it.
“Hey. Parker.” You said calmly as you cradled his face in your hand and scooted closer to him, right in front of him! So close! “I’m here for you, we don’t actually have to have sex.”
“No no, I know that- I just…I don’t know- this is a lot.” Parker confessed as he curled in on himself. “I- I like you. I know that.” He whispered, mostly to himself. “I really like you. A lot. I’m terrified my dice will land on ‘hate’ because I like you so much.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” You soothe as you press a kiss to his forehead sweetly, more of a soothing gesture than a romantic one. Nevertheless, Parker blushed a bright red. “I’m scared of that too- why do you think I’ve been trying so hard? If we don’t roll lovers, I’m more than happy to be your friend. Do you want to be friends?”
“I- I don’t know!” Parker shouted unintentionally. “I don’t know anything without my dice! The dice are the rules! I live by rules! I’m not a cheater!” He rambled as he worked himself up into a frenzy. His breathing became more ragged, his grip on his legs became scratching, and his eyes darted everywhere around the attic.
“Do you wanna play a game with me? To help ground yourself?” You offered softly, remembering what your friend taught you in high school when you had your first panic attack.
“Wh-what kind of game?” Parker asked, his voice shaky.
“Give me your hand, alright? Gently, gently- there you go.” You smile as Parker gave you his left hand. “Now, when I touch your fingers, you have to tell me a fun fact about either something you like or yourself, okay?”
Parker nodded.
You traced his index finger with yours. He opened his mouth to respond, but took a moment.
“Did you- uh, did you know that my favorite board game is- is uh… it’s honestly Cream Chaos.”
“Huh, I haven’t heard of that one, maybe we can play it sometime. Good job, Parker. You’re doing so well. Next one, okay?”
“Uh- uh-huh.”
You traced over his middle finger.
“My guilty pleasure is to play with myself!”
“Interesting, do the rules change when playing against yourself?”
“Not really.”
As you went on, Parker stopped shaking and became visibly more relaxed. He took a deep breath in and out, then answered the pinky question.
“I’m falling in love with you, and I don’t know how to feel about it- do I hate you for seducing me? Is this platonic attraction with a sexual undertone, or is this actual, real-life, genuine love?”
You let out a soft ‘oh’ and pull Parker into a tight hug. He hugs you back somehow even tighter. You keep that position for a good few moments before Parker shifts awkwardly and brushes- oh.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I-”
“It’s alright. We don’t have to do anything about it.”
“Whatifiwantyouto.”
“Huh?”
“I- I wanna do something about it.”
You look Parker in the eyes, his shyness mostly gone. Yes, there’s a blush that crept up on his face, but he seemed… determined.
“After all, compatibility in the bedroom is apart of the game of love, right? If- if we’re not compatible, that’s a- a point for friendship.”
You took a moment to consider it- was it really ethical to fuck your box of board games after he had a panic attack? Then you thought about it. You’re fucking your box of board games. Ethically, you were dubious already.
So, you crept closer towards Parker slowly, as you gave him ample time to back out- aww, he didn’t know how to pucker his lips! That was so adorable! You couldn’t help yourself from a little giggle as you sealed your lips together. He was NOT a good kisser- not in the slightest. But the kiss was uniquely Parker, and that’s why you loved it.
You mouthed around his jawline and kissed a peck to the tip of his nose playfully. He opened his eyes, confused, then laughed awkwardly as he returned the gesture to your nose.
“I uh- like your nose too?” Parker tried, but that made you laugh instead of blush.
“Oh my god, you’re precious.” You praise as you hold his hands in yours and kiss the backs of them. “No wonder I’m so obsessed with you.”
“Me? Precious! No no, th- that’s you! You’re the only one who comes back to play with me- well, aside from Chance, but he doesn’t count right now!”
You kiss his wrists, Parker looks away. You kiss his forearm, then his bicep, then you move his connect-4 vest out of the way to kiss his shoulder, then his collarbone which barely hides underneath his compression shirt.
“You’re beautiful.” You hum close to his ear. Parker whimpered and screwed his eyes shut.
“Gorgeous.” You assure as you kiss down his chest. “Amazing. Intelligent. Riveting. Entertaining. Interesting.” You compliment with a kiss further south until you were between his legs, right where the problem laid. It was very obvious- not at all hidden by those tight pants he wore.
“I love the way you are so passionate, Parker.” You praise as you fumble with his pants until his erection was freed. His eyes were still shut, but you could tell the shudder that went up his spine was that of anticipation.
So, you kissed the tip. Parker whined pathetically. God, it twitched at just a little peck!
You looked to Parker and paused for a good moment. You wanted to make sure that he was okay with a blowjob- after all, you weren’t really in the mood to go further. You wanted to give Parker a good time right now.
Parker peeked at you, then looked away again and nodded. You hummed in agreement before you licked a stripe up the side of his shaft. Parker gasped audibly. You kissed your way down the other side with open-mouthed motions, and Parker choked on his tongue a bit.
When you finally started to blow him, Parker pet your head softly, almost reverently. He didn’t wanna hurt you, after all! Hurting people was against the rules!
“Oh gosh- that’s…” Parker trailed off as he let himself go to the noises that sprung from his throat. He tumbled into a barrage of whimpers, whines, moans, gasps, and groans as you worked your magic.
It was only about a minute or so before Parker stuttered out a quick warning, but it was too late. You had just swallowed him down and started to let his dick fuck your throat as he came. And oh fuck, did he cum hard. Parker let out a broken wail of ecstacy as he lulled his head back. Shot after shot of built up, repressed, primal need came down your throat as he stammered out apologies.
“Oh god- I’m sorry- I’m sorry! Ohhhhhh i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry-” Parker pleaded as you continued to carry him through his orgasm. You intertwined your hands together and looked up at him with kind eyes. Once he was done pumping his release, you pulled off him with a smile.
“No need to be sorry, sweet boy. I loved every second of it.” You promised as you kissed his hands again.
