Call me Jinx. I'm 24, fem nonbinary with They/Them pronouns! I’m a complete bottom, so don't expect much top/dom content :3. I just like attention so please shoot me dm's! Here are some things about me:
- I’m midwest based (please hit me up I need friends)
- I’m poly/taken
- I’m auDHD
- I am demi/pan so I post about hot people regardless of gender <3
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This account is going to be for me to post fandom content but primarily NFSW fandom content and NSFW personal content. I'm hypersexual and struggle not thinking about this stuff so here is my coping! Just freaky on main 24/7
You don’t think he meant to start anything.
He never really does; it’s always the slow slide of John Walker being a little too tender and then realizing tenderness turns him on. Movie’s still playing, some B-level thing he swears isn’t that bad, his arm under your head, your knees tucked over his thigh. He’s warm and wide and smells like soap and leather and something that’s just him, and every time he laughs, you feel it in your cheek.
He presses a kiss to your temple like he’s proud of himself for remembering, then opens his mouth to say something clever—only what comes out is a quiet “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
It’s flat at first. Then you shift, just a tiny roll of your hips over his leg, and his breath stutters.
“Hey” You smile into his jaw. “You started it.”
“Did not,” he says automatically, the way he denies he snores or that he keeps extra floss in the glove compartment. Then your hand slides up under his t-shirt and his whole body answers for him. “Okay maybe a little.”
You drag your nails through the soft hair on his stomach. He inhales, chest going tight and high under your cheek. He’s already half-hard where you’re draped over him, the heat of him pressing into your thigh, and the second you deliberately grind down, the last vestige of his movie night attention span snaps clean in two.
He turns your face up and kisses you—awkward to start, like he’s remembering how he likes to do it, then firm. Familiar. Hungry. John’s always a little shy for three seconds, and then he’s all in: tongue parting your lips, big hand cupping your cheek like he needs the angle, like he’s been waiting all day to breathe like this.
“C’mon,” he mutters against your mouth, a little whine under the words that he’d die if you ever pointed out. “Let me—” His palm skims your ribs, then under your shirt, then up, thumb catching the weight of your breast through your bra. You arch into it. He groans, almost surprised by how much that does him in. “Oh, yeah. There she is.”
You’re laughing when he stands, taking you with him like you weigh nothing, your legs locked around his waist. He fumbles the remote, misses the pause button, and gives up, tossing it toward the couch as he kisses you down the hall. His mouth is clumsy and perfect on your throat, his breath a little fast because he gets eager when you make that sound, the one that says yes and mine and please.
In the bedroom, he sets you down on the edge of the mattress and just looks for a heartbeat. He does that sometimes—like he’s taking a picture for later, like he needs to be sure you’re real. His pupils are wide, color blown out to a dark blue.
“John,” you whisper, catching his tee and tugging. He peels it off. You lick your lips. “You gonna stare or—”
“Bossy,” he says, but he’s smiling, shoulders relaxing in that way that means you’ve hit the switch. He kisses you again, deeper, hands at your hips, thumbs fitting under the hem of your sleep shorts to drag you closer. “Say please.”
“Please.”
One syllable. He swears under his breath like you’ve done something unfair.
Then he’s on his knees.
Your shorts and underwear go with one slow pull, his nose brushing your thigh as he spreads you with careful thumbs, the soldier in him cataloging every twitch. He kisses the inside of one knee first—he always does, like a ritual—then the other, then lower, then you. The first soft lick has you melting. The second makes your hands fist in his hair. The third drags a long, wrecked sound out of you that makes him groan into your skin.
“Yeah?” he asks, breath humid and shaking now, and when you nod, he gives you that bashful, cocky grin that should not be possible on the same face. “Good girl.”
You say you hate that. You don’t. Not when it drops from his mouth like that, thick and grateful, like you’re doing him a favor by letting him have you.
He eats you like he’s built for it—steady pressure, little circles he learned the first week and perfected by month two, stopping when you try to hide and following when you try to run. His forearm locks across your stomach to hold you down when you start to shake. He works two fingers in slow then faster, then crooks them just right, listening for the change in your breathing. You’re gone so fast it makes him laugh into you, delighted, and then he moans because he always, always moans when you clamp around his hand like that.
“Johnny—John, I’m—” You already are. It hits hard and bright, toes curled, hips tight in his hold while you shake and pant. He licks you thruogh it, murmuring praise without words, just breaths because he's too focused to say anything real.
By the time he crawls up over you, his lips shiny and his hair ruined, you’re pliant. He’s shaky at the edges in that specific way: turned on so badly he’s trying to hide how much. His mouth finds yours again, slow and messy, and you taste yourself on his tongue. He presses his forehead to yours. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” you whisper, already reaching for his waistband. “Inside me. Now.”
“God.” His eyes flicker shut. When he opens them, the softness is still there, but something else is underneath it—darker, older, the thing he pretends he doesn’t give to you on purpose. He shucks his sweats and briefs in a graceless tangle, because grace is not what either of you are here for. He’s thick and flushed, heavy in his hand, and the way his breath hitches when your fingers wrap around him is a private kind of power.
He lines up and pushes, the stretch making you clutch at his shoulders. He’s careful until you’re not, until you roll your hips up and he bottoms out with a low, helpless sound against your mouth.
“Look at me,” he says, voice gone gravel. You do. His eyes search your face like a checklist—okay, okay, okay—and then he starts to move.
It’s slow at first, a deliberate grind that makes both of you throb. Then something breaks: a gasp, a curse, the hot slick pull of you around him. He sets a rythm that’s not gentle anymore, the mattress squeaking, the headboard tapping the wall in tiny reprimands. His hand comes up to your throat just to hold, not squeeze, thumb along your jaw, and he breathes, “So pretty. So good. That’s it. Take it for me.”
You do. You take it and you give it back, meeting him, chasing the friction that makes your eyes blur. He’s talking now, not really thinking, words spilling into your ear with each thrust.
“Made for me, aren’t you? Perfect fit—Jesus—look at you. Look at the way you open up, sweetheart. You like the way I fill you?”
“Yes,” you gasp, nails biting his shoulder blades. “Yes, I—John—”
“Say it.” His hips snap harder. The sound that leaves your throat would embarrass you if he didn’t swallow it with a kiss. “Say it for me. Tell me you want me to fill you up.”
Something inside you loosens at the way he says it. It’s the game; it’s always been the game. It’s what gets him shaking, gets him needy enough to ruin his pace, gets you begging without pride.
“I want it,” you breathe, too fast now, the words catching on little sobs of pleasure. “Want you to fill me, want you to pump me full. Please, John. Please.”
His rhythm stutters. He swears, forehead dropping to your cheek like he needs the contact to survive it. “Oh, that’s— God, that’s it. That’s my girl.”
He drags you flat onto your back, folds your legs high until your knees press nearly to your chest, and settles all of his weight over you. The position is overwhelming, smotheriing in the best way—his chest pinning yours, his arms braced tight around your thighs, his cock driving in so deep you swear he’s reaching someplace he shouldn’t.
“John—oh my god—” you cry, nails raking down his back.
“I’ve got you,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “I’ve got you, baby. Right here. Don’t you move, don’t you—fuck—don’t you let me go.”
“Gonna keep you full… keep you dripping with me. Walk you around like this. Everyone’ll know.” He groans, the sound messy, honest. “God, you’d look so good with it—round with me. So pretty. So mine.”
Every thrust slams you deeper into the mattress, the sound of your wetness obscene under the slap of his hips. He’s panting rough against your mouth, words tumbling out with no control.
“God, you feel so perfect like this. So fucking tight—my perfect girl, made to take me. You gonna keep me? huh?” His voice cracks, his rhythm faltering as his eyes lock to yours. “That’s it, baby. Take all of it. Let me give you everything I’ve got.”
You’re babbling yes to all of it, saying anything to keep the sound in his voice, the way it frays and roughens when he pushes against the edge. He starts to lose coordination. He always does at the end—hips jerking, hand searching for your clit like he can’t decide whether to be tender or feral. You catch his wrist and press him there, guiding him, and he curses, breath tearing up into your ear.
“Close..” he warns, as if you can’t feel him throbbing inside you. “I’m—fuck, I’m close.”
“Give it to me,” you say, and when he moans, you hear the wobble, the tilt into something raw.
“Say it again.”
“Give it to me, Johnny.”
He drives into you, hard enough that your voice breaks on the word, and then he does it—he looks down where you’re joined, then up along the length of your body, and something in his gaze goes from play to purpose. The breath he drags in scrapes like it hurts.
“Stop—” He swallows, thrust faltering, like he can’t believe the sentence he’s about to finish. “Stop taking your pills.”
Everything narrows to the wet slide of him, the way your body clutches around him in shock and want. He means it. You know it in your bones. The idea hits you like a spark to tinder.
“Yes—fuck,” you hear yourself whimper, the answer already there, as sure as your pulse. “Yes, Johnny, I will—”
He makes a sound you’ve never heard from him—half groan, half broken laugh—and his hips slam forward like he’s been given permission to be exactly what he is.
“Oh, baby.” His voice is gone, ragged. “You—ah, you say it and— Christ.” He’s panting now, filthy little confessions tumbling as he fucks you like he’s trying to write new rules into your skin. “Gonna knock you up for real. Gonna put a baby in you. Make you mine—mine—mine.”
Your walls flutter around him at the plea, and he gasps, actually gasps, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him.
You can’t think. You can only feel him and the way the words land in your chest and between your legs. You’re shakin, one hand pushin back against his hip to keep him there, keep him deep, the other clutchin the sheet until your knuckles ache.
“Make me a mommy,” you moan, and it’s not polished or pretty; it’s desperate. “I'll make you a daddy, Johnny. Please. Please.”
He falls apart.
It’s not graceful. His rhythm breaks entirely, hips stuttering, a sound ripping out of him that’s too loud, too honest. He’s groaning into your neck, biting back the edge of a shout, thrusting hard once, twice, and then he’s spilling, hot and thick, the pulse of it sending you straight over with him. Your orgasm seizes your whole body, a tight, tidal rush that leaves you gasping, vision sparking white. He holds you in the mating press, every muscle straining to keep you pinned, to keep himself buried, as if sheer force could make his seed take root inside you.
“Yes,” you whimper, and he almost sobs, his body shuddering above you.
“Take it,” he begs, actually begs, voice shredded. “Please, sweetheart—take all my cum. Keep it. Let me keep it in you. Please, please, I love you—”
He gasps your name like a prayer and hammers the last few strokes out, shaking with the force of it.
“I love you,” he blurts, lips crashing against yours, sloppy and desperate. “God, I love you so much. Mine. Always mine. My girl. My baby. My everything.”
When it’s done, he doesn’t ease away. He stays pressed to you, still sheathed deep, whispering broken “I love you's” into your damp hair, kissing your temple, begging in fragments: “Don’t take it out… let me stay here… let me keep you full.”
And you let him—because you can’t imagine ever being anywhere else.
not quite sure what you mean. do you mean clark being like, a chubby chaser? if so, then yes. unquestionably.
he’s not the kind of man to voice it often, but it shows in the unconscious way his hands wander—palming the heft of your hips, or how he seems to enjoy the resistance your thighs give him when he pries ‘em apart. he’s strong enough to lift a tractor one-handed; a little extra softness doesn’t complicate things. if anything, it enhances the experience.
he’ll manhandle you without ever losing his gentleness. haul you onto your stomach, pull you back by the waist, spread your thighs and pin them open with the breadth of his forearm. keep you face-first into the sheets, all while murmuring soft praises. and if you try to cover yourself; with some flimsy deflection about how your stomach must look from this angle—clark frowns, this genuine, kicked-puppy look of hurt. on his face
“i love everything about you,” he declares in earnest. “don’t hide from me.” and when his mouth dips between your thighs, he groans deeply. tongue working in worshipful motions, arms hooking around your legs like he plans to stay there indefinitely.
Parings: Reinhardt, Venture, Hanzo, Junker queen, Doomfist, Pharah, Ashe, Lifeweaver, Lucio, Rat, Sombra, Sojourn, Moira, Mauga, Ramattra x afab Reader
Summary: What it’s like getting ate out by the Overwatch 2 Characters (Short headcanons)
TW: fingers, teasing, clit play, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, reader described a bit chubby, (amab) Venture, etc.
A/N: as a Dva player, I’m obliged not to include Zarya because she makes my rank up games hell (I’m jk, I might make p2)
MOIRA
She doesn’t have the time to deal with your high libido, she’s more focused on her research.
—but, there are those moments after she’s done working late nights in the lab.
If you bring it up with her more than once, she’ll oblige, but you better prepare yourself for what she has in store for you.
Rope wasn’t a foreign concept in your relationship with Moira. If you annoyed her enough it wasn’t uncommon to see her get something to bind your limbs down. You want her to touch you that badly? She’ll give you what you want, but by her rules.
She’s on you, pulling away from your clit after your first orgasm. She wants you to feel everything before she gets to the best part. She wants you to be sensitive, that’s why she gives you what you want so quickly before she starts abusing your small nub.
It’s been the 5th time you’ve came tonight, you’re twisting your limbs in the tight restraints like it’ll actually do something. Tears are spilling out from the pure mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. This is what you wanted after all.
“You wanted this” your eyes widen after the short “break” you were granted before the flat of Moira’s tongue brushes the side of your clit, giving it a soft suck before her hands hold down your squirming thighs. “Now take it.”
DOOMFIST
Akande likes taking his time with you. Whenever he gets you alone after a long day of work at Talon, trust, you won’t be spared.
As soon as he gets you on the bed, his strong arms are already laced around your thighs, holding you open for him as he gets to work.
He talks you through every motion of his tongue, every kiss against his clit you can expect him to give you some sort of praise. And with how deep his voice is, he makes sure you feel every sensual vibration that roars over your cunt.
He’s kind of mean in a sense (sometimes). Since he’s so tense from work (Even though it’s what he’s most proud of) he feels the need to take it out on you, denying you the right to cum until he gives the say so. It’s not that he wants to deny you, but having you whining like this is just too therapeutic for him.
Akande loves adding his fingers in the mix. His hands are already quite large, so whenever he’s giving some attention to your clit you can expect his fingers to already be curled and spread on that spot that makes you cry out, pistoning them at a tender pace.
“You did well, but I’m not done yet. Give me one more and I’ll give you what you want.” and he does, you know he can’t wait that long after you’ve been so good for him.
JUNKRAT
Is one of the most messiest pussy eaters out there.
If you ask this man to go down on you, expect him to deliver in full. He’s yanking your pants down and spreading you out on his fingers before you can even blink.
He loves keeping you under his control as he lavishes you with his tongue (out of love of course)
He loves holding your legs in his grasp so you can’t escape, it doesn’t matter if he’s struggling to breathe, he’ll die a happy man between your thighs worshipping his goddess. His favorite position is him holding you upside down as he helps himself to your slick. It gives him more control over your movement. You want to run away because it’s too much? Well too bad.
He loves your scent, he can’t get enough of it. He’s messy, but he knows how to appreciate his meal. His nose is constantly buried into your heat while his tongue laps away carelessly. He may be a mass murderer, but Jamison knows how to appreciate true art such as yourself, that including your scent.
Each time Jamison goes down on you, expect to cum at least 3 times before he remembers that he actually has a hard erection clinging to his pants
“No—no, don't squirm. Just give me one more! Swear it’s the last time!”
It’s not.
SOJOURN
She’s actually quite shy the first time going down on you, but she’s sweet nonetheless. Just as always.
She’s always adorable with heated cheeks and a bashful glance whenever you provoke her during work. You want to act cheeky now? Keep that same energy when she has you seated on her work desk after hours.
She’ll scold you a bit, not literally, but it’s always a captain's duty to stay professional on the job, but she couldn’t resist your soft touches and whisper of her name.
Vivian takes her time with you, she’s not cruel after all, she’d never hold back on giving you both exactly what you wanted. She’s gentle. She’d hold your legs open, giving you a loving but stern glance as you shy away.
“No, sweetheart. I’m off the clock. Let me help you properly now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
She practically leaves you breathless, giving you no room to try to escape the pleasure of her soft tongue fluttering in your hole. If she really wants you to come undone, she’ll slide her palm up for sides until her finger “accidentally” starts rubbing tight circles over your clit. Her grip is strong but not enough to leave you bruised as she lightly pleases you with the soft pad of her tongue. She’s going to let you know just how much she loves you with each flick and suck over your pretty pussy.
“That’s it, fall back for me. Let it all out..” it wouldn’t take long until you’d happily repay the favor.
ASHE
Her pride won’t allow her to admit that she actually likes going down on you half the time. She doesn’t like how down bad she is for the mellow taste of your slick.
You could cling to her all day, begging her to come back to bed, but she won’t soften, not yet at least. She’ll ignore the softness of your body, the warmth of your touch. She’ll ignore everything if it means she doesn’t look like a desperate puppy for her girl.
When you finally do get her back to bed, you better start brace yourself. Fierce fiery red eyes peer at you from below in irritation as Ashe kisses her way down the swell curve of your thighs. “You had to tease me in public? I’m not going easy on you tonight.” And she doesn’t. She’s cruel, testing your antsy pleas for her to give you more than just a soft lick across your folds, but she doesn’t.
Each time you get worked up from her tongue, she pulls away, analyzing the livid reaction of desperation from your shivering body. Then, she goes back in, twisting her tongue under your clit just the way you like it, holding your wrist between her clamped palm to keep you somewhat still. “Don’t move, I’m not done yet..”
You’re shaking. It’s been almost two hours of this vile game and you still haven’t cum. She won’t let you.
It’s not until you properly apologize for today, babbling on about how you’ll never tease her again in public, then she’ll comply.
HANZO
Hanzo is surprisingly more gentle whenever he goes down on you. It’s not because he’s holding back, he just genuinely wants to appreciate your body as it is. Besides, he’s learned a lot from his past about being gentler with the people he cares about, and you’re no exception. He wants to treat you with respect and tenderness.
Each time Hanzo goes down on you, except a lot of foreplay and prep beforehand. It’s easy to get him pent up just by kissing or touching him. He loves you, and he’ll show you how much in various gestures.
He loves letting you take “some” control, that’s why he encourages you to use him, sit on his face. He won’t let you do all the work though. He may be gentle, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take his time appreciating you at his own pace.
His hands guide your hips, swaying them back and forth as he peers up at you with concentration. The taste, the way you whine above him sets him off…
If you tease him enough though he’ll definitely be a bit more stern when it comes to eating you out. Instead of giving you the satisfaction of control, he’ll have your hips firmly lifted over your head, giving him room to lick the side of your folds with a longing grumble.
“Be still, I’m not done.”
He’ll have you above him cumming for hours. You’re worried he’s going to suffocate? Please, he can handle it.
LIFEWEAVER
The sweetest eater here.
Niran’s motive isn’t just to make you feel good when he’s eating you out, it’s to make you feel safe and worshipped from his touch.
He can go down on you any time of the day when both of you are in the mood, but he likes to try working the both of you up sometimes. If you’re sleepy after a long day of work, please let him make you feel better, he’ll be sad if you didn’t use him for your own benefit.
Niran loves to hold you while going down on you, but his favorite position is definitely you sitting on his face. He loves letting you take control of the situation, loves letting you grind your hips into the plush of his cheeks as he gives full attention to your clit. His eyes practically light up when you agree to sit on his face.
He’ll look up at you with drunken intimacy, totally intoxicated by your scent and the softness of your shaky body as you ride out your first high.
If you get too tired, don’t worry, he’s here to catch you. Niran won’t let you rest until you’ve cum at least twice, he wants to work you out, prepare you for his dick that’s aching in his pants. He just wants you to be comfortable and open for him.
“Shh—“ he coos lightly into your thigh, giving it a wet kiss before diving back into your plump folds. “Shhh, I know, I know..let it out. That’s it. My pretty girl—” you nearly collapse onto him as he sucks the side of your clit, rolling his tongue under “doing so good f’me”
REINHARDT
Reinhardt is a pure gentleman whenever he goes down on you. He’s strong, and he knows it, so he likes it whenever you choose a suitable position for him to cherish you in. You want to sit on his face? Go ahead, he won’t stop you. But if you had to ask him what his favorite position is—it’s whenever your thighs are between his large palms, grasped in his tight hold as he throws them over his shoulders for better access to your pussy.
He’s slow whenever he tastes you, allowing himself to dwell on the musky flavor with appreciation. He’s also an experienced man, so he knows the best way to lift you up to your peak is by taking it slow.
You feel EVERYTHING he gives you because of his slow, tender pace. The mix of his tongue with your slick feels sensual and loving, exactly how he likes it.
He’s a bit greedy too. Even after you've had your first orgasm, he’s already splitting you apart on his fingers to open you up for him. His tongue dances around your clit as he whispers soft prayers of dedication into you.
Once you’ve cum at least twice he’ll reward you with his cock, slipping his damp fingers from your heat as he rubs his member across your highly sensitive folds
“You want to take control now? How pleasurable…”
SOMBRA
Hear me out, but Olivia loves seeing you tied down. Her playful attitude always pops up in the bedroom, and you’re happy to let her be herself around you.
She knows when you’re in the mood most times. She checks your phone every other 5 hours. Not because she’s controlling, she trust you, truly, but she gets bored. It’s fun to her whenever she hacks her way through your phone to see you touching yourself from the front camera, or seeing you read a risky story online. She’s almost offended you didn’t ask her directly that you wanted some attention, but she’ll gladly give it to you.
You’re startled as slim hands sneak their way up your thighs from under the plush cover, spreading your legs apart before a long tongue shimmy’s its way up your tight entrance.
“Why didn’t you—“ she pops her lips over your puffy clit, squeezing your chubby thighs in her grasp “tell me you needed some attention? Is it because you like the idea of me watching you?”
She’s at your pussy for what feels like hours. Your inner thighs were drenched in your arousal. You struggle to remove yourself from the tight restrictions she pinned to your legs , but it didn’t budge, it never does.
“Ask me next time, maybe then I won’t be so cruel”
JUNKER QUEEN
Is a lover for semi public sex
She loves the idea of having a bit of risk during intimacy, and you happily follow her lead. The adrenaline rush makes everything feel way more sensitive. She wouldn’t let the two of you get caught, but today she was feeling more risky than usual.
It started out like every other time, you both were lingering on one another, you kissing down her neck as she grinded your hips into her thigh before connecting her warm mouth to your own.
It never went further than the two of you sneakily fingering each other in a quiet part of Junker Town, but she wanted to try something new.
“Yeah, love, turn around for me, there you go.”
You’re begging no one turns the corner..it was much easier to hide when you both were in each others pants, but this was way more intense. But it felt good, you didn’t want her to stop.
Your lips tremble as Odessa’s warm appendage licked its way across your heat before nestling itself in your tight hole. Her hands held your hips steady. You heard footsteps, crowds, laughter, and the only thing shielding you away from it all was this shallow street corner.
Odessa lifted her head, licking her chin “each time someone walks by you get tighter, you enjoying this that much?” You whine, and she answers your plea by nuzzling herself back between your soaked thighs.
PHARAH
You always test Fareeha’s patience. She’s strong, she gets it, but do you have to ogle at her each time she puts on a tank top or work out shirt? Can’t you be more direct about what you want?
You’re always watching her train, watching how sweat drips down her gorgeous features in awe and appreciation. She knows you admire her hard work, and it always softens her heart to see you so interested in her duty as a soldier, but did you think she wouldn’t notice your distracted gaze on her body?
She’s tired after work, she always is, but whenever she sees you waiting for her in your car she practically melts. You made her feel safe, and she can’t wait to thank you for all your support when the two of you get home.
It starts out light, a shower and slow massage to her aching body, something you normally did for her when she’d get off, but this time she wanted to appreciate you.
She holds your wrist, lowering you onto your back as she sighs softly about how beautiful you look underneath her before her hands are massaging the fat of your thighs, urging them open for her gaze alone.
She’s gentle, so, so gentle with you as she takes her time working you up for her. She licks the sides of your folds before lapping her tongue between your slit, trying to get a whimper off yelp from your puckered lips. Her arms grip your thighs, trapping them in her hold despite your shy protests.
“No, angel. Let me appreciate you tonight, ok?”
VENTURE
Sloan loves cockwarming you after a long day. When the two of you settle down after work in your shared apartment on the couch, they can’t help themselves from sliding into your pussy while you’re fixated on a movie. It’s so common now that you don’t even bother to put on underwear anymore after a shower.
They love when you wear a nightgown or t-shirt to bed, it gives them easier access to your body and you look adorable in it, so how can they resist? Once you’re done with your movie, work or resting, they’ll whine in your ear about how you’re not paying attention to them, thrusting themselves up into you while holding your waist.
“You always ignore me, do I not feel good inside you?” They’ll fill you up to the brim, bringing you to the clouds before slowly pulling you back to Earth on their thick cock.
And when you finally do cum? They’ll be over you in seconds, licking and sucking your clit down to your messy hole to “clean you up” as they’d say.
Their hands are strong, they claw into the dirt so they’ll have no problem holding you still as they devour your inner body. They love tasting themselves on your pussy, it just reminds them who you belong to.
LUCIO
Another risk taker.
Whenever he’s due to perform at one of his concerts you make sure to wear his “favorite” outfits. Ones that he can’t keep his eyes away from. You look good in anything, but whenever you show up backstage wearing his favorite getup like the beauty you are, he can’t help but blush.
He’s a gentleman, he’s immediately pulling you to a quiet corner backstage so he can lavish you with compliments. He’s kissing your face all over, cursing you silently under his breath from how beautiful you look. He's absolutely devastated that he has a show, if that wasn’t holding him back he’d be under you in seconds, making you cry his name with his tongue.
Once his show is over he’s absolutely pent up with need. His mind's been dedicated to you all night, and when he gets his hands on you, it’s game over.
You can’t whine or even think straight, you can’t even beg for me, not here. Lucio has you trapped in one of the backstage closets, his mouth making out with your sloppy pussy as crew members roam the halls just inches outside of this thin door.
You cover your mouth, eyes watery as he makes you cum a second time in the span of minutes.
“Shh, I’ll be slow, let it out”
MAUGA
Mauga is a menace between your legs. Whether he’s fucking you on his cock, using his thick fingers, or fucking you up with his tongue. This man won’t let you take a break between your orgasms.
He’s a big man and he knows how to use his body mass to his own advantage. If he’s going down on you you’re basically pinned at his mercy until he comes up for air. You want to sit on his face? Well you won’t have much control there either. He’s holding your hips down with his massive hands until he’s had his fill.
He loves holding your legs above your head as he eats you out. Not only does it keep you from squirming away, but your hands are pinned under your thighs, leaving no room to try running away from his tongue.
He keeps you under him for a good minute before coming back up for air, whispering into you as you roll your hips into his face. “Just trying to get you ready for my cock, baby. Let out everything you got pent up—that’s it”
He has you seeing stars. The way his mouth practically makes out with your already tired folds, to the way he slips his tongue into your clenched hole, finally filling that aching emptiness with warmth.
You’re practically falling apart as he consumes the very depths of your being, pinching and stroking your clit simultaneously with his mouth “good girl! That’s it!”
RAMATTRA
He can’t eat you out, he technically doesn’t have a real mouth
—but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to replicate the feeling. Technology now is advanced enough to create forms of “life” whose to say that it can’t make a highly realistic sex toy.
Ramattra is already an engineer, so when you tell him about the concept of going down on someone he’s perplexed, confused and slightly intrigued. He knows about sex, he already had a false cock that you practically abuse yourself on, but he didn’t know about other forms of intimacy in the bedroom, not like this.
It’s hard for him to look it up after dismissing your explanation, but he does.
You’re expecting a regular night with your boyfriend, you riding him as he helps you take all of him in, but no, Ramattra had other plans for you tonight. He ignores the confused look on your face, testing the waters before spreading your legs open across his lap, locking your calves behind his thighs. Before you could question him, your mouth parts into an “o”, a soft suction from a black machine in his large hand engulfs your clit, making you moan into the omnics chest.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He pushes it closer to your aching core and you begin to crumble in his arms. You couldn’t close your legs, you were practically at his mercy until his curiosity was filled.
!! gn! reader, DomTop!rammy, SubBottom! reader, degrading, rammy w/o p and w/ p because :3, not proofread but does it have to be if its hcs? (it had to be)
!! guys I wovb him..
RAMATTRA WHO...
Doesn't quite understand why humans are so desperate to cum.
I mean he wasn't built with that intention in mind, obviously. So he isn't equipped with those parts.
But he does enjoy watching you come undone in his large hands.
Fucking degrading ass tease.
Slowly pumping his cold fingers in and out of you as he goes on about how stupid it is.
How desperate you are some such a simple action and some degrading words.
He gets turned on from it though, you can 100% tell.
His metal heats up, you can hear the fans go off.
His voice seems off too. Like whatever makes him speak seems to malfunction
I'm 1000% sure he, at some point, will install himself a dick.
One that syncs with him and allows him to accurately understand what it's like.
Will he tell you where he got it?
No
Don't even try finding out behind his back. Will not work.
Surprises you with it one day while you're particularly desperate from him working you with his fingers.
"You're so pitiful. So weak for something so simple... Let's see how well you can handle this.."
But the moment he slips his big cock inside you, and his sensors fire like crazy, it clicks.
He gets it.
He really gets it.
Man gets overwhelmed at first and he has to take it slow
Of course he tries to make it seem like he's going slow for your sake, but you can hear his voice module start fucking up a little.
How shaky it sounds, how low it's dropped.
But he tries to play it off.
"This is what you get off to? This is what drives humans to insanity..? Pitiful."
Ramattra definitely grips you tight enough to leave bruises too as he slowly thrusts into you.
The less overstimulated he gets, however, the faster he goes as he chases his high with you.
When you plead for more, he scoffs.
"You humans are never satisfied, always begging for more, always seeking your highs.."
But he gives in because he can't stop fucking you.
He loves the feeling of you around him, loves how you tighten every time he hits the right spot.
He's addicted to you.
And when he finally cums (because you better believe he has one that shoots a substance similar to human sperm) he short circuits a little.
He literally has to reboot after he does aftercare.
Holds you in his arms as he does. And when he's back online, he gets embarrassed when you start lightly teasing him.
"Okay, I get it. Maybe it isn't.. as bad as I thought it'd be."
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... wake up hard and leaking against your thighs first thing in the morning. he simply turns over— half wake and bleary eyed— and pushes your panties to the side before burying himself to the hilt inside you— his needy little whimpers muffled against your neck and he ruts into your pussy with stuttered little thrusts.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... can't even let you wash the dishes in peace. he wraps his arms around your waist for a seemingly innocent cuddle before he fully presses himself against you with a pitiful whimper and you can feel the thick bulge straining against his sweats—stiff and pressed flush against the small of your back.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... press coercive little kisses against your throat to stifle your protests as they slip their hand into your panties immediately after— rubbing your clit in tight, feverish little circles till your legs threaten to give out as he ruts against your ass— blowing his load and making a shameful little mess of his boxers before he walks away with a smug, self-satisfied smirk, leaving you horny, frustrated and unable to finish working.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... kiss you— all sloppy and desperate— the second you get back from work, his hips grinding his already stiff bulge against your stomach in silent plea punctuated with his deep, bassy moans against your mouth.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... manipulate you into having sex with them if you ever refuse. he whines about what a hard day he had and how this was truly the only way to make him feel better. and before you know it, you're pinned ass up, face down on the bed with his girth splitting your pussy wide open till your thighs are glistening with slick as he pounds into you with rough, laboured grunts and grateful little stammers of, "y'know I can't control myself around you baby f-fuck, needed y'pussy sooo bad, sweetie. th-thank you !"
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... swipe your panties from the laundry basket when you leave for a trip and spends everyday jerking off into the lace till he makes a sticky, ruined mess of them with his jizz as he fucks into his fist while imagining its your tight, soaked little cunt wrapped around his throabbing dick, instead.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... pretend to be all sympathetic and concerned when you whine about having a bad day when his only motive is to take all that stress away in the dirtiest way possible. he eats out till you're pushing at his head from overstimulation— his tongue laving in broad, messy strokes against your dripping slit as he mouths at your clit with depraved little groans of pleasure because he is the one getting off on this as he bucks into the pillow pressed tight against his hips until he spills in warm, creamy spurts against the fabric.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... make videos of the both of you having sex from the lewdest angles imaginable to capture the filthy way he jackhammers into your pussy— recording every thick, bulging vein; every single twitching ridge of his cock sinking into your soaked little cunt when you're pinned helpless and pliant under him.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... watch those clips at work when their bored. he plugs in his earphones and turns the volume up to a max as he palms himself discreetly under the desk while listening to the thick, sloppy sounds of wet skin slapping against skin combined with your sweet, high-pitched moans and your prettt, little sniffles from crying on his dick.
𝜗𝜚 nymphomaniac!men who... can never get enough. he wakes up in the middle of the night with his cock aching and painfully hard just from cuddling with you. he sinks into your soft, plaint body with a groan that is delirious with relief as he fucks into you with erratic little thrusts so as to not wake you up while he blubbers with whispered apologies about just how sorry he is for being such a stupid, horny mess all day long.
a/n : part 2 ?
this idea has been on my mind for ages and I just didn't know which one of the characters I write for, it fit. I am writing after a pretty long and I hope it's turned out fine cause I'm trying to dabble in smth new. hope y'all like it <3
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normalize having favorites. in fact, normalize me being your favorite. normalize loving me more than you’ve ever loved anyone else. please please please please please please
A pervy old man that haunts your apartment, only to steal your underwear and return them in a much more dilapidated state.
A pervy dead guy that openly ogles you no matter what you wear. Be it nothing or dressed head-to-toe modest, he adjusts himself in his pants and gives you a wolf whistle, a smack on the ass, or both.
A perverted, filthy, degenerate man that tries to get you to sleep with him whenever you get home. Hell- in any semi-private spot. (changing rooms, bathrooms, etc.) That's always just aching for you to "at least give him a lil kiss, babes. He misses you."
A pervy old man that offers to give you the "honor of joining him" when you catch him jerking off to cheap porn on your tv.
A pervy old man that loves the way you try to hide your moans because god forbid you give him any more of an ego about how good his dick feels.
A pervy old man that strokes your hair when you're asleep and murmurs about how much he loves you.
A pervy old man that babbles to himself with dirty talk about how pretty you look while he fucks his fist.
A pervy old man that knows full well that him smoking a cigarette and blowing that ghastly smoke into your face turns you on, no matter how much you glare at him.
