hello I’m here with some Horny Victor Thots (especially thinkin about like that scene where he wants to sleep with Yuri that first night but Yuri’s too shy hurr hurr)
Really vibing with like, reach around masturbation.
(Gender neutral reader yayyyy)
(Warnings - coercion, dub-con. Reader’s too shy to say no but they don’t like what’s going on. Victor just bulldozes past that. fingering, overstimulation, NSFW)
Victor knows how to handle shy little things. He just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until they do whatever he wants. He knows his confidence can be intimidating, and that it can be used as a tool to make cute, trembling little messes like yourself let him do whatever he wants.
It’s easy for him to get you pressed back-to-chest with him, the man able to look over your shoulder.
“You need to stretch, it’s good for you! Look at how stressed you are, it’ll release tension!” he tells you when you try to squirm away. Two quick hands on your thighs keep you anchored against him.
Victor uses his hold on your legs to slowly eases them open, hooking them up and over his own legs, pulling back so you’re exposed and open to the world. You’re just in your bedroom though, no need to be shy!
In no time he’s got his hand down your shorts, petting over your underwear, murmuring in your ear about relaxing and how it’s normal for friends to help each other out like this. It’s okay, you trust him don’t you?
And you do, or you did, so you let him touch you while your face burns and you hide it with your hands.
Victor knows the gentle petting probably feels nice, but he wants to make you feel amazing. He was being serious when he said you looked stressed! He also wants to know how you feel inside.
So he creeps his long fingers beneath your underwear, smiles at the way you gasp when they come into direct contact with your flesh. He starts rubbing and stroking, when you begin to leak he swipes up your wetness with his fingers, uses that to help him wiggle and smooth his fingers into every place he can reach.
And you’re squirming in his lap, unable to close your legs, whimpering out please and stop and it’s too much.
“But that just makes it all the better, no?”
Victor kisses your neck, letting his free hand reach around your chest to play with your nipples, squeeze your flesh, tease and grope whatever he can grab with his hands.
You arch into him as you cum, just from a little bit of heavy petting - he barely even touched you.
Victor’s giggling, nuzzling into your neck. “Mm, I bet that felt so nice. And I hardly did anything! You’re so perfect.”
He keeps touching you, even though you whine and try to push his hands away. You might be strong, but he’s stronger, and he’s more coordinated with his limbs. Plus, the way he has you situated against him makes it easy to keep you pinned.
The way you keep writhing makes his dick twitch, already hard as a rock from the very first second he touched you.
The man uses your cum to get his fingers nice and wet, all slick. It makes it easier to push them inside you, especially with the way you’re clenching, so tight and clenching like you want to break his first finger when he tentatively pushes into you.
One finger turns into two, and then you’re crying, overstimulated, overwhelmed. Victor keeps going though - you’re flushed and you look divine like this, and right now, he doesn’t care if you notice how he’s slowly rocking his hips against your back. You probably couldn’t notice even if you tried, considering that you’re fucked out in his lap from just a few little touches. Victor thinks that’s so hot.
The pads of his fingers stroke at your insides, you’re burning inside, and you feel like velvet, and Victor can’t stop himself from groaning. His fingers skirt over a spot when he adjusts the position of his arm, and you tense up in his hold, eyes fluttering shut, mouth dropping open amidst your cries to wait, oh please wait!
“Ah, looks like I found something fun~” Victor sings.
He probs at that spot again, and you jerk.
“Oh fuck, wait, wait wait wait! It’s - I -! Too much, oh god, oh gOD!” You whine, the feeling of his fingers massaging that spot inside you relentlessly making you cream and gush and leak.
Victor can tell it’s too much, he’s not blind. But he likes this look on you - this sweaty, dopey, pleasure-drunk look. So he continues to work with his fingers, abusing your insides, shifting and stroking and drawing little circles and then you’re humming for the second time, hunching forward.
He almost laughs as you do so, because you shoot straight back up. Hunching like that only intensified the feeling, and it’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much!
You’re a babbling mess, and Victor is loving it. You’ll be so relaxed by the time he’s done, he could probably even cuddle with you on your bed after he helps you clean up.
His fingers haven’t stopped, practically milking the pleasure out of you, and you’re thrashing now, begging, pleading for him to let you up. He doesn’t
“But you’re feeling so good sweetie pie, I shouldn’t stop, it’d be cruel!”
The sounds feel so weird in his mouth, and he wishes he could coo to you in his mother tongue, but he knows it makes you uncomfortable when you don’t know what he’s saying. Victor will settle for praising you in ways you can recognize, for now at least.
“One more, yes? And then we can stop.”
You seem comforted (or at least resigned) by that, and slowly stop thrashing. Victor slowly eases his fingers out of you, sighing into your ear as he feels the way you clench so tightly around his slender digits - you want to keep him inside, your body’s sucking him back in so tightly. He tries not to think about how that would feel around his dick - he’s not an inexperienced man who’ll cum from a touch, but he’s beginning to feel like a sensitive little virgin again.
But he knows that it might be painful (for both you and him, his arm is beginning to cramp) if he continues to finger you, so he’ll make you cum one last time in the same way he pulled your first orgasm from you.
You keen as he finds a sensitive spot, buck away from his touch but he follows you.
“No more, no more - Victor, Victor please.”
“Shh shh shh-” He shushes, fingers still gliding over that sensitive spot “Just one more.” The man comforts.
And then-oh-you get determined. Determined to cum, determined to finish so that you can finally rest.
You push into his hand, circling your hips, chasing after your orgasm so you can be done with all of this.
“Oh, mmh! Right-Right there!” You whimper, hands clutching at Victor’s thighs.
“Right here?” His voice is deep, throaty, heavy in your ear. He can feel your skin prickle with goosebumps.
Victor continues to fondle the spot he had just brushed over, quickly pinching at the skin just to hear you yelp before quickly massaging the tender flesh. You’re getting closer and closer, whining, keening, humping against his hand like a dog.
And then you crest, body shaking violently as you cum (almost painfully) for the third, and final time.
You’re quickly scrabbling at his hand, trying to pull it out of your shorts as he keeps touching you.
“Alright, I’ll play nice.” Victor laughs, finally withdrawing his wet, sticky hand from your shorts.
“Messy messy.” He teases, holding his hand up and stretching his fingers apart in front of you both to show how your cum sticks and drips to his digits.
You’re crying, embarrassed, exhausted, and Victor clicks his tongue in sympathy.
“I know, sweet little thing. Here, just sit for a minute.”
You slump back against his chest, breath hitching.
Victor can’t resist bringing his hand to his mouth, licking at his fingers, sucking them clean. You taste nice - maybe soon he can help you stretch and relax in other ways, ways that will end up with his mouth in-between your legs.
After you calm down, cries softening to little sniffles, Victor helps you up, guides you to the bathroom. He tries to convince you to let him shower with you (”You can barely stand, your legs are all jelly. Let me help, it’s only fair!”) but you almost start crying again, and he knows not to push his luck.
He doesn’t want to make you hate him, after all.
While you’re cleaning up, he quickly jacks off while sitting on your bed, groaning when he thinks of your little body trembling against his own as he forced you through orgasm after orgasm.
Victor’s able to clean himself up before you step out of the shower.
You look exquisite like that - clean and fresh and glowy. You can’t seem to meet his eyes, but you’ve always been so shy, Victor knows it’s not anything personal.
He was right, earlier. You’re so tuckered out that you simply flop onto your bed, let Victor settle in beside you and pull the covers up over you both.
Yes, you flinch when he slings an arm over your waist, and you shuffle awkwardly when he presses close to you, cuddly and needy and affectionate. But he doesn’t mind. You’ll get used to him soon enough.
My new story, By Miss Goldberg, is reflecting on canon events of the play In Trousers, focusing on a teacher who had sexual relationships with her student. As well as the effects it had on the 14 year old who grows up to be a man struggling with accepting his homosexuality
“So, what’s the story behind this cave?” asked Lewis.
Vivi grinned. “Pretty typical. Someone was murdered there. Murderer was lynched. Now the victim supposedly haunts the cave, sometimes possessing explorers and making them commit suicide. There have been enough deaths that they’ve set up warning signs saying it’s haunted and you’re risking your life by going there.”
“Then why are we going there?” muttered Sydney.
Lewis bit his lip. Sydney had been uncharacteristically silent during their drive, simply sitting on the other side of the driver’s seat and doing…something? Nothing? Lewis glanced towards Arthur who was leaning over the back of the seat and as such had a good view of everyone in the van.
Arthur shrugged and looked away.
“It’s a haunted road trip,” Vivi replied to Sydney’s question. “We go to places that are supposed to be haunted, whether it’s something I researched beforehand or we just happened stumbled across it.”
“…I don’t like it. Can’t we just go home?” asked Sydney.
“If you don’t want to explore the cave, you can stay in the van,” said Vivi.
“No, I can’t,” said Sydney.
“We do kind of need Sydney if we want to stay safe,” pointed out Arthur.
“We all have charms to protect against possession, so I think we’ll be okay if she sits out this case,” said Vivi.
Sydney huffed. “You’re not going without me.”
Lewis was relieved to see the cave coming up. “We’re here.” He turned off the van and turned to face Vivi and Arthur. “Everyone ready?”
“Yep!” Vivi gave Lewis a peck on the lips. He gave her a goofy grin.
Arthur looked away from the scene with a frown. “Yeah,” he said morosely.
Sydney just moved to the back of the van and opened the back doors.
After taking a moment to light a couple of torches (They weren’t affected by ghosts so they would use them when they could get away with it.) they walked into the cave.
Mystery immediately realized they were working with something much worse than a resentful murder victim. The amount of malice in the air, the fog saturated with dark energy…If it wasn’t a demon, it was at least something that could be compared to one.
And Sydney had used up most of her power over the last week. She might not even have enough to protect herself from this, much less the other members of the group. Mystery would have to look out for them this time.
They came upon a split in the cave. A sign (with actual skulls for some reason) seemed to indicate where the two paths led, but the letters on it had faded too much to read.
“Okay, time to split up,” said Vivi.
Mystery’s eyes widened. Oh no…
“Should we do the usual?” asked Lewis. He wanted to ask Vivi what she and Sydney had argued about last night. It had been loud enough for him and Arthur to hear it in the motel room next door, but not quite loud enough for them to hear the actual words.
“Actually, I was hoping to talk to Sydney-”
“Oh come on!” interrupted Sydney.
“No, really, I think we need to talk.”
“I’m still upset from last night!” Sydney then turned on her heel and marched off down the right tunnel. “Vivi, you better not follow!”
“Sydney, wait!” shouted Vivi as she ignored the command and ran after Sydney.
Lewis’ eyes widened. “Hey, Vivi, don’t-” Too late. “Oh no…”
“They’re going to yell at each other again, aren’t they?” asked Arthur.
Lewis sighed. “Probably. The only other time I saw Sydney this upset…” He winced. “Long story short, her father got rid of the ‘No Christmas’ rule.”
Arthur made a face. He’d seen the Scoville Festivus celebration once, and once had been enough. “Should we go after them?”
Lewis thought for a moment. He wanted to make sure they were okay, but he also wanted to give them some privacy. Plus, the sooner they finished exploring, the sooner they could get home and work on putting this behind them.
Although, that would mean being alone with Arthur.
“Let’s just explore the left path,” decided Lewis.
“Okay.”
The two were faintly aware that Mystery had decided to follow them, but assumed it was because he didn’t want to have to deal with the shouting that would come from the girls.
Actually, it was because the malicious energy seemed to be focusing more on the two boys, which was a bit odd in Mystery’s opinion. He’d have expected it to go after the girls with how upset Sydney was.
“Whoa! Sydney wait up!”
“I said I don’t want to talk to you!”
“What’s your problem?!”
“I told you! You wouldn’t listen!”
“Because what you said didn’t make sense!”
“You just didn’t want it to make sense!”
There was a lot less talking with Arthur and Lewis. Neither knew what to say. Lewis felt uncomfortable around Arthur and part of why he wanted to finish this quickly was so he wouldn’t have to be alone with him.
Arthur knew that he was making Lewis uncomfortable and why but didn’t know how to make it stop short of staying away from Lewis. He didn’t want to stay away from any of them though. He loved them! Yet Lewis and Vivi were spending more time away from them. And Vivi and Sydney weren’t getting along.
Were they going to fall apart? Arthur wasn’t sure he’d survive losing them.
They tunnel ended and opened up to a cavern. The path came to a sudden stop at least a hundred feet above the ground.
“Sydney, look, I get that you’re upset.”
Sydney rounded on Vivi. “Then why are you doing the same thing?!”
“It’s just for a little while! As soon as I get my powers to start working-”
“That isn’t worth our lives!”
“Our lives aren’t in danger!”
Lewis looked up. “Stalactites. I wonder if there are stalagmites.” He walked to the edge.
Arthur massaged his hand. It was tingling uncomfortably. “Don’t get too close to the edge. It’s really slippery.”
“It’s just for a moment.” There were stalagmites. Lewis frowned. A couple of small figures were down below. “I think I see the girls.”
Arthur’s arm was really feeling bad. Was it spreading? Was this natural? He opened his mouth to ask Lewis if he could see anything.
But nothing came out.
Arthur realized something was very wrong as his mouth clicked shut against his will. Before he could think of some way to alert Lewis, the left side of his body leapt forward and pushed Lewis just as he started to turn around.
Lewis went over the edge, only seeing Arthur’s left side grinning.
Arthur grabbed his arm, but it was too late. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to throw himself off the cliff after Lewis, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t even make a sound.
Lewis was terrified out of his mind, didn’t want to die, felt angry, and he’d been right about him!
“You’re so selfish!” shouted Sydney milliseconds before Lewis landed on and was impaled by a stalagmite they were standing next to.
Both girls turned and screamed. Lewis had exactly 2.3 seconds of life left, which were used to realize Vivi and Sydney had just seen his murder and then wish that this wouldn’t ruin their life.
At the same time, Mystery had realized that he had waited far too long to combat an entity that was even more dangerous than he thought. He transformed into his true form, tackled Arthur’s body to the ground, and bit into his shoulder.
The entity half cursed and tried to reach behind to attack Mystery. It was a bad angle. Mystery quickly used a powerful exorcism spell. It only managed to push the entity back into Arthur’s arm. Mystery had been expecting that though, set up several seals on said arm to trap the entity inside of it, and tore it away from the rest of Arthur’s body.
The entity, now trapped in a prison, was cut off from the power stored in the cave and the energy just generated from Lewis’ death. Said power and energy was promptly absorbed by the only other incorporeal entity: Lewis.
The power acted on Lewis’ last thought and shot into Vivi and Sydney’s eyes. The two froze up as the dying wish went through their minds, isolating any memories containing Lewis or associated with him, locking the memories away, and putting up blocks to keep them from being able to remember or even notice the missing memories. Within a few seconds, the two slumped forwards, faces blank.
Since Lewis’ body was right in front of them, the aforementioned blocks were making them immediately ignore and file away what they were seeing continuously, making it so that they couldn’t perceive reality or react at the moment.
Up above, Arthur was free from the entity’s influence and was now screaming incoherently for Lewis. Mystery flinched guiltily. He could have stopped that. The entity tried to attack him. Mystery growled and shook it around. He would need to find some way to get rid of this thing.
And Mystery abruptly realized that Arthur had stopped moving and shouting. He’d lost a lot of blood very quickly. If Mystery remembered correctly, that could send a human into shock.
Mystery gave the injury a quick cauterization and checked Arthur’s pulse. His heart had stopped.
Mystery had already lost one pup. He wasn’t going to lose another. He quickly turned Arthur over, sliced a paw open, and used a pair of tails to lift Arthur up while he let blood drip into Arthur’s mouth. After making sure that the blood had been swallowed, Mystery lay Arthur back down and quickly pressed down on Arthur’s chest in his own version of CPR.
Arthur let out a loud gasp and started coughing. Mystery relaxed a little…which the arm took advantage of to wriggle out of Mystery’s mouth. Mystery snapped at it while quickly positioning himself over Arthur.
The arm promptly decided to change targets, jumped off the cliff, landed on Sydney’s face, and dug into her right eye. Pain and self-preservation temporarily overpowered the dying wish. She screamed, grabbed the arm, and tried to pry it off of her.
Mystery quickly grabbed Arthur with his tails and jumped to the cave floor. He grabbed the arm and yanked it away. Sydney fell on her butt, pressing her hands into her eyes.
The arm slipped out of Mystery’s grip and scurried away. Mystery took stock of the situation.
Lewis: Dead. There is nothing Mystery can do except come back and see if he becomes a ghost.
Arthur: In shock and in serious need of medical attention. Even with some of Mystery’s blood he wasn’t out of the woods yet.
Sydney: Upon closer inspection, her right eye appeared to be missing (Mystery scanned the ground but didn’t see it.), and there were several scratches on her upper face. It wasn’t life threatening, but it was life changing and would require medical attention sooner rather than later. Her left eye seemed to have a purple glow to it.
Vivi: Physically unharmed but unresponsive with a purple glow to her eyes. Looked like Lewis had done something to her and Sydney that was preventing them from doing anything.
Mystery concluded that while he wanted to get rid of the thing in Arthur’s arm, he had to get the surviving children to a hospital ASAP if he didn’t want anyone else to die. He turned to look at Lewis’ limp body.
**Reposting because Tumblr fucked the post up...**
When Felix heard the footsteps, he figured Eli was circling Kier. He really did. She was a spitfire but only came up to Kieran’s shoulder. Her intimidation factor came from somewhere other than the muscle Felix had on his side. He didn’t think anything of it, busying himself with the coffee machine and cleaning out his mug.
“Eli.”
“What Kieran? What?”
“Eli. Please, just sit down. Please.”
“Why? Why should I?”
“Because I said. Would you just..?”
“No, I will not just! Don’t tell me what to do!”
“Fine, okay, but could you just step back a bit?”
“What? Am I scaring you?”
“Not, but could yo-”
“I should be scaring you because if you don’t think I get told every goddamn day of my life what to do where to be and so on and so forth until the end of time and that I’m not completely fucking sick of it you are insane! My whole life is doing everything for someone else, every body else! And I get one chance to do something I picked!? This one thing. That I want — NO — needto do and youhave a problemwith it?! I’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to accommodate because I am no— OW!”
All throughout her rant, Felix had heard Kieran very quietly trying to cut in, saying the young woman’s name like a chant. It was a scared shaky voice, one that Felix hadn’t heard in years. Felix was pouring his coffee as Eli’s voice came to a jolting halt, pouring the scalding liquid over his hand as he jumped. The whole coffee pot shattered in the sink.
Kieran had grabbed Eli by the wrist low at her side, pulling her forward. His other hand was clenched in her hair, yanking her head back to the ceiling.
Felix’s whole body went to ice. He didn’t register the words breaking the silence as his own until hours later. It was just above a whisper.
“Kieran. Stop.”
Felix watched as his brother shattered.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. No. No no no no.” His hands left Eli’s body like it was the blue core of a fire jumping up to his face. Feet stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall full force. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, sorry, sorry…”
Felix was moving before this, burnt hand long forgotten. Eli hadn’t moved, or rather couldn’t move. He placed an arm around the woman’s shoulders, guiding her to his bedroom and telling her to stay here for a moment, before running back out to the living room.
Kieran had slumped all the way to the floor, eyes wide and terrified. His knuckled had gone white, gripping his hair so tightly it might have been ripped out by the roots. Breathing erratic and panicked, his chant from earlier intact.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No no no no please no. Please please please no…”
Felix knelt down in front of him. “Kier?”
His brother’s eyes snapped up to him.
“Can you talk to me.”
Kieran nodded, swallowed. “Is she alright?”
“Stunned, but I don’t think you hurt her.”
“I hurt her. I grabbed her, hurt her. I-I-I…” Kieran’s voice choked off, tears welling up in his eyes. His hands came loose from his hair to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing shut.
Felix could count how many times he’d seen Kieran cry, which was still a fair amount. He’d seen his brother completely frazzled and frustrated and crushed and stressed. He could only remember once when Kieran had been shattered like this before. Kieran’s forehead hit his knees, his back heaving and shoulders shaking. It was the kind of tears that came hard, fast, and deadly silent.
The last time this had happened, Kieran had made himself vomit. Felix reached out a hand to his brother’s arm.
“Can you stand up? I’m going to take you to your room, okay? Then I’m going to go check on Eli, okay?” Felix said, imitating the calm voice his mother used on patients. He found it eerie but it always seemed to work.
Kieran swallowed hard, nodded faintly, and held out one hand for Felix to pull him up from. Felix was grateful to be the stronger of the two because Kieran’s legs were useless. He got them almost to Kieran’s bedroom before his brother’s pale skin went paler still. He abandoned Felix in the small hallway for the bathroom, dropping hard to his knees and dry heaving into the sink.
Felix felt himself walking back to his bedroom. Eli was standing, back pressed to his window, biting deeply into her lower lip. Her eyes were closed and she clutched her necklace in her hands.
Taking place after the Reichenbach Fall, in this version however Mycroft wasn’t part of it at all. Instead it was Moriarty’s plan. Sherlock was given the choice, be his “toy” or watch all his love ones die. So of course our boy did what he had to do.
Warning this story WILL have dark chapters, each chapter has warnings however! Any chapter deemed dark will have the #bad stuff happens
Chapter One Warnings (Currently planned to be the darkest)
Nothing is super detailed, more like just sentences to make the rest of the story set up more believable?
-Physical and Mental Abuse
-Torture
-Forced Drug Use
-Mentions of Starvation and Dehydration
-Mentions of Being locked in dark small places
-Mention of attempted sexual abuse of some kind (No details)
