Sukuna- muzzle/leash/cock ring/power bottom reader?(Like they are getting fucked but is Dom)
God, you could barely breathe as Sukuna pounded into you, his member absolutely ravishing your stomach. You tugged at the leather leash around his neck, making him let out a low throaty grumble that stutters as he presses his head on your back. The metal of the muzzle touching your hot sweaty skin. His hands are gripped at the mattress below your bodies almost ripping at the sheets. Slick with sweat his tattooed arms flex and relaxed as you move your hips to fuck on him , his eyes hazy with lust he was absolutely lost with the a delusional my aching sensation.
You never thought he would enjoy this so much, especially when you told him you wanted to control but here he is absolutely drooling and shaking, though he didn't make much sound only a few grunts that was until he felt the cock ring he had on hug his erection painfully good that's when he let a few of those delicious low moans out. "That's it- so patient for me," you coo as you got up from your stomach to kiss his covered cheek, tugging the leash up and to the side to expose his flush tan neck for you to bite down on and to claim. His hand grips at your hips nails digging into your skin adding to the already overwhelming sensations. Slamming his dick into your walls you moan out a grin on your face know how much he loves it when you're loud. You continued to kiss up to his ear and whispered, "Want me to take the ring off?" You nuzzled his head, and he hummed afraid one word would stumble out pathetically. "Mmm-Mmhmm".
You tease moving your hips down. "Yeah? Want to cum so hard right?" You lick at his ear, his pace quickens as his stuttering grunts getting louder as his eyes squeeze shut. With a quick move, you slipped him out of you . You see his erection was red and twitching, sliding the ring out you gasp as hot cum spurts out his cock as it bobbed with every string that flowed out, a broken hum escaping Sukuna's throat.
Toji- handcuffs/blindfold/oil/chest play/toys
At first Toji didn't feel good about the blindfolds and handcuffs, when you said it wasn't for you but for him. "I mean I'm ok with it but I don't know if being the one tied down is for me." He says as he get handcuffed to the bed and you hummed giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Come on at least try it — here." You say covering his eyes with the blindfold leaving him in darkness. "Just listen to my voice ok?" You whisper in his ear, he nodded and chuckles. "Yes master." His jokes stopped when he felt a liquid being poured on his chest it was cold but soon hot when he felt your hand smearing it all over him. Your warm hands spread from his arm, chest then abs. Hands slow and greedy.
This vulnerable state made him dizzy he didn't know what you'll do next, what to expect a soft caress over here? A firm grove over there? Every touch he let's put a soft gasp as chills run up his spine. "Is this a perverted massage?" He breathes out as your hands tease his chest and nipples. In complete darkness he can hear your smile. "maybe" you say before latching your lips against his erect, brown nipple making him clutch on the handcuffs. You hummed as you sucked and kissed all over his chest and down to his abs.
You could feel his muscles contract, flinch and twitch again your lips it was oddly satisfying. "That's it baby focus on my touch." You speak and Toji was certainly doing just as you say. Well, it's the only thing he can do. Before he knew it his hard cock was out of his pants and displayed to you somehow he felt extra sensitive almost terrifying. "Poor Toji so hard with no treatment." You hum rubbing his tip with your oiled palm his oozing pre mixing with the oil.
The older man bucked his hips turning his head to the side in embarrassment blindfolded, naked, cuffed so much, so new and so vulnerable. He suddenly whipped his head back when he heard a buzzing sound. "what- what was that?" He asked nervously before arching his back off the mattress as the buzzing object rubs at his base. "Fu-fuck!" He hissed as it raises up to rub at his tip then again, going back down.
Before he knew it the buzzing increased two? Three? one taped to each of his swollen nipples and another rubbing on his hard, overstimulated cock, It's so much for his first experience. completely destroyed when you shoved 3 in his ass. His legs couldn't stop shaking no matter how much he clenched and his dick was twitching like crazy ready to explode, his tongue slipping out his mouth as he cums for what seems like the 10th time a pitiful confused moan escaping his lips- "nngh!?" Toes curl into the sheets, his body arching up off the bed as the cum spurted out of him. And all you did was pepper him with kisses. "that's it, one more ok?" With a dizzy nod and sly smirk Toji replied "s-sure.."
Choso- soft dom/bj (Choso receiving/public restroom/embarrassment/ lingerie (on choso)/ he eats his own cum
"Ssh you're doing so good." You whisper into Choso's blushing ear. "Hic...ss.. sorry..hic" he tried to control his sobbing it was just so embarrassing enough to make his neck and ears burn. But honestly, that shame? Felt Kinda....good. "Aw poor baby, don't cry." You say kissing his tears away as you stroke his cock. You look down at the black lace lingerie that Choso lewdly wore, nipples exposed for only you to see. Just a couple of strings that were supposed to be a bra clung to his body, while lowering your gaze you see he wore the cute matching see-through panties that had a slit in the middle exposed his shameful erection.
Another loud sob escaped Choso's lips and he quickly covered his mouth making you smirk as you whispered. "Not so loud don't want those people outside the stall to know you're doing something so dirty." You tease as you hear other people chat from outside of the stall. Choso shook, holding onto the metal of the toilet almost falling on the floor if you didn't pin him to the wall. "You look so cute Choso, it's so erotic these sounds you make, so excited to be in public." You say and he presses his head to your shoulder.
His hips twitch as you stroke his cock, his eyes grow wide as more people enter the restroom his dick twitching in your hand and you laugh. "wanna show these people you're having a good time?" You said before you squatted down taking him in your mouth making him moan a little too loudly. "ngghh-eait!wait! Hic! hannggh." His head slammed back on the wall with a loud bang. His hand desperately grabbed at the bathroom bar. You couldn't help it! You wanted to make him louder, I mean look at that desperate tear filled face. Your hands snaked from his lace thigh highs to his ass giving it a good squeeze as you suck him off. Humming pleased with the way his free hand traced the string of a bra, teasing himself as he gropes and pinches his pink nipples.
He bit his lip staring at you, his hips rocking faster as he felt his climax rushing in. It felt so close, his tear stained face looked so cute covered in sweat and blush. His furrowed brows and puffy eyes stared down in hunger and need only for you. "L-like that!" He whispered as he reached his peak cum spurting in your mouth. You giggle getting up, grabbing his face roughly enough for him to get dizzy as you kiss him deeply let him taste himself and all he could do was breathe heavily, pushing into you and in pants you pull away. "This time Tuesday got it?" You say and Choso nods "y-yes" he says his cum in the corner of his mouth.
You are gender neutral, mute and the little sibling of the Jackson’s.
part.1 || part.2
You played in your room, not paying attention to Janet, who was trying her best to seem to be engaged in the roleplay you had with your dolls. Seeing your blank expression, she knew you weren’t the one to speak much.
You’re quiet, nonchalant, non-verbal, weird.
Mute.
That’s the one that Joseph calls you.
A mute.
He says it like venom, you could've been like Janet or the other siblings who have a voice to sing.
Especially Michael.
Michael was practically the gold to the rest of the family. The family is silver, he is gold.
You are bronze.
Useless and worthless.
You felt that way all because your father didn’t want to deal with a mute.
The only people you liked were Michael, your mom, your sisters, and your brothers.
Letting out a huff, Janet paused, watching you closely as you got up with your small body. You were still in your single-digit age.
Eight years old and you were small like a pea.
“Break time?” Janet says softly, watching your face and body language closely.
You nodded, left your room, and Janet let out a breath before collapsing on the carpet.
Needless to say, she also needed a break.
You walked down the hall, your mind blurring with words you can’t seem to say as you subconsciously walk to Michael’s room.
Knocking, you heard nothing but a small sigh.
It sounded close enough to a yes.
Opening the door, you see Michael lying down, hands behind his head, and his Jheri curls messy along the mattress. Once he realized it was you, he sat up straight and tried to force a smile.
“Oh, hi lil mermaid. You came to see me?” Michael asked, his tone soft and slightly strained. He watched you nod and hopped onto his bed.
“Bored playing with Janet?”
You nodded.
“Do you wanna play with me?”
You shake your head.
Michael just nods. Rocking back and forth whilst you just swing your legs back and forth.
You and Michael are like the same. But different.
Both people think you are weird in your own way.
“Wanna draw?” Michael immediately got up and grabbed some crayons and a piece of paper.
Handing it over to you, you easily started to scribble while Michael smiled at how cute you looked.
You looked focused, drawing quickly before turning it around to face your older brother.
It was a stick man. The stick man held a frown, before an arrow shifted right to a stickman who had a smile with question marks.
Michael’s smile faltered, looking at the drawing, then at you, then back at the drawing.
Sensing his confusion, you pointed at him and at the stick figures.
“Oh..” he let out an airy laugh, the kinda laugh that sounds fake enough to sound a little real. “It’s nothing, y/n.”
You kept a blank stare, tapping the drawing again.
Tap. Tap.
Michael couldn’t help but let out what he felt since obviously, you could always tell when something’s up with him.
“Joseph… was just being Joseph is all. He wants me to go on tour. But I don’t want to do it. I don’t wanna do it for him, but for our brothers.”
You hummed, putting the drawing down and cupping Michael’s face.
Michael showed confusion before laughing when he felt you lift his lip into a smile.
“Y/n! I’m okay, swear!”
Nodding satisfied to hear his real laugh, you grabbed the drawing and started drawing more.
After finishing, you crossed out the frowning man and circled the smiling man. At the corner of the drawing, there read, ‘blue doesn’t look good on you’.
Your older brother could only nod, “I agree.”
You smiled widely, copying Michael’s grin as he laughed at how you could easily cheer him up.
in which you discover a little secret of your boss'...
maybe i'll make a continuation to this fic if i feel like it (or if there's enough demand for it)
UPDATE: part 2 of this fic is here!
warnings: VERY suggestive, boss x employee relationship, not proofread!!
work below the cut!
It hadn't been long now that you'd been working under Mr. Ant Tenna at the TV station. For the most part, you kept to yourself, unless your assistance was needed by the film crew. You kept Tenna's station running smoothly thanks to the work you did.
Which was exactly why he wanted to do something to thank you.
His plan was simple, really. Surprise you with a cake (with help from Ramb, of course), give you a fancy pen, and then sincerely thank you. You'd be smiling and on your way, and Tenna could get back to his regularly scheduled broadcast.
"Mr. Tenna?" You knocked on the door to his office, stack of papers in hand. You had made sure to painstakingly scrawl out the schedule for next week's broadcast on paper, after copying it from the spreadsheet you made on your computer at home. Tenna didn't need to know that, though. He hated anything to do with emails and whatnot, meaning on office hours, you worked by hand. About a week into working for the TV-headed man, you realized how inefficient that system was, and opted for secretly configuring schedules at home before transferring them over to bring to work. What your boss didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
The door flung open, nearly knocking you over with its gusto. "Y/N! My most valued employee, the star of the show! Come in, come in!" His beaming smile never seemed to waver as he ushered you into his office.
The sheer size of him never failed to take you aback for a moment. Your boss towered over you, and his larger-than-life personality certainly didn't help. You offered him a small smile back before dropping the papers off on his desk.
"Here's the schedule for next week, sir. I'm guessing that's why you wanted to see me?" Your tone was slightly cautious. You knew that Tenna could be a bit unpredictable, which was why receiving a one-on-one invitation to his office worried you-- just a bit.
Tenna barked out a laugh, shaking his head. He slid into the seat behind his desk, gesturing to the chair in front of it.
"Not at all, actually!" He laughed again before pausing, pulling on his collar. "But- Well, that's not to say that your efforts aren't appreciated, of course!" A light blush appeared on the white screen of his face before he straightened out his suit jacket, sitting up taller.
"What I meant was... That's not why I called you in here today. You see..." Tenna's grin grew impossibly wider as he reached under his desk, before re-emerging with a large white box, "I wanted to thank you!"
You blinked, mind going blank. Thank you? Was that really the reason he'd set up a private meeting? "Oh- Really?"
He nodded, much too eagerly, before pursing his lips and ducking back under his desk.
"And that's not all!" He chimed, mimicking the tone of someone off the shopping channel. He came back up, holding a nicely wrapped gift before setting it down in front of you. "I figured it was the least I could do for my best employee."
You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest at his words. Sure, you'd had a workplace crush on your boss of all people since you started working there, but this... This was almost too much, even for you!
"S-sir, I-" You began shakily, quickly being cut off.
"You can just call me Tenna, really. We don't need all of those... stuffy formalities." He waved off any concern you had before opening the larger of the two boxes and pushing it towards you.
You nodded at his words before peering into the box, which held a nicely decorated cake.
'Thanks for all you do, it's true! You're the best :)'
If your face wasn't already flushed, it certainly was now. Your gaze snapped up to Tenna's screen in an instant. His smile, usually so wide and practiced, had softened as he looked at you.
"I wanted to do something nice, for all the work you put in to make things run smoothly around here."
You were speechless for a moment, a million thoughts racing through your head. His smile faltered at your silence, growing self conscious under your gaze.
"B-but if it's too much, then, uh..." He pulled the box away, shame creeping into his features. You snapped out of your daze, hands flying to the cake box.
"No! No, not at all, Tenna. I think it's really sweet."
You gave him an encouraging smile, hands resting over his. You could've sworn you saw his screen flash to static for a split second before he straightened back up, smile growing.
"Well, I'm glad! Can't get much sweeter than cake, right?" He laughed loudly to himself in a desperate attempt to cover up his nerves, slapping his hand down on his desk as he lost himself in his hysterics. The smaller, carefully wrapped box fell to the ground.
You let out a noise of surprise, rising out of your seat. "Oh, I'll get th-"
"I CAN GET IT!" Tenna cried out, swiftly ducking under his desk to grab the gift. Your brows quirked up in confusion as you approached him.
"Tenna, it's alright, I-"
"YEOWCH!"
You were once again cut off, only this time by the bang of Tenna's head against the underside of his desk. You heard him hiss out in pain before you rushed to his side.
"I'm fine, really, Y/N! Nothing could shake me up more than the digital switchover," he joked, rubbing the back of his head as you carefully pulled him up by his other arm.
You tutted, shaking your head. "I was trying to tell you I could grab it, Tenna. You're much too stubborn."
He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Right as always, of course." He seemed to shrink at your light scolding. You led him to the couch at the far end of the room, sitting him down tenderly. He sunk down onto the cushions, still rubbing at the back of his head as you sat down next to him.
Even when in one of his moods, he was still a sight to behold. You took him in as he sat beside you, scanning over his form. His antennas were out of place, likely due to the force of him hitting the desk.
"Oh, you knocked your antennas out of place. Let me just..."
Before Tenna could protest, you reached over to fidget with his antennas. A deep blush immediately spread across his face, slapping a hand over his mouth as a whine nearly slipped out.
You looked down at him, concern etched on your features. "I'm sorry if it hurts, I've almost got them back in place." You continued to fix his antennas back into place, completely oblivious to Tenna's internal conflict beneath you.
He could have blacked out at that very moment. Your hands gently sliding over his antennas, taking care of him in more ways than one... It was almost too much for him to bear. A groan slipped past his lips as you straightened out his left antenna.
"Shit, sweetheart..." he breathed out, mind hazy. The dim glow of his screen cast up on your features as you looked down at him, realization dawning on you.
Oh. Oh.
Your hands stilled. Tenna gazed up at you, practically panting at this point. You could feel the heat radiating from his screen, as if it were threatening to engulf you, too.
You had two options at this point. Stop what you were doing and profusely apologize to your boss for accidentally engaging him in such an inappropriate way, or...
Gazing down at Tenna, he shot you a lazy grin.
You swallowed hard, grip subconsciously tightening on his antennas before sliding into his lap.
Im new here but I am OBSESSED with your overwatch stuff !! Would I be able to request something for Ramattra x Nonbinary reader 🥹 like how a typical night goes maybe after being ignored all day by Ram, Reader is touching themselves and Ramattra can’t help but watch out of curiosity before feeling compelled to walk in? It can be afab too I just really appreciate any gender neutral pet names 🫶🏻
AN OMNIC’S NEEDS
- 18+ MDNI
- Ramattra x Nonbinary afab reader
- warnings: Smut, masturbation, p in v, established relationship, porn with plot
- A/N: For context this takes place at a random laboratory/research center, Rams only at the lab for repairs.) The reader is also a scientist/engineer!
- You haven’t seen your boyfriend at all today.
- Ever since the two of you had sex for the first time two nights ago he’s been avoiding you like the plague.
- You’ve tried everything, talking, coaxing and kisses, but he just kept pushing you away.
- You felt conflicted, and strangely enough, heated. You were angry, reasonably so, but he didn’t seem to care like you did. You knew Omnics processed their emotions differently than humans, but did he not care about the night you both had at all?
- You’ve never felt so full or cared for when the two of you had sex, frankly it was the best sexual experience you’ve ever had, but his lack of acknowledgment and affection made you feel doubtful.
- Did he not feel the same way?
—
- After not speaking for hours he finally approached you while you were repairing another Omnic's broken arm that they left behind in an accident. He towered behind your form, semi-hesitant to continue before he mumbled quietly, just high enough for you to hear.
- “Take me to your laboratory. The one where you repaired my severed leg all those years ago. I need to use your x-ray.”
- Stunned.
- Not only were you offended that this was all he managed to say to you after a period of not speaking, but you were more offended with the fact that he’s literally talking to an engineer. An engineer who can help him.
- And no matter how much you tried to pry, ask him if he was ok, or touch him he’d retort back into silence. Leaving you with more questions than answers.
“Are you busy?” You tip toe behind your boyfriend, eyes locked on his frame, watching as his large fingers flicker across a holographic screen he practically towered over. It was half past midnight, almost everyone in base had already dozed off hours earlier, leaving only the two of you in the dim atmosphere of the tower. Ramattra turned to you, expression unreadable like usual. The sound of his circuits hummed in the thick quiet air.
“You’ve been asking me that a lot lately.”
“Only because I haven’t seen you in two days.” You lean up against a large table, pushing away a few papers so you could seat yourself atop the rough countertop to reach his eye level.
“Can you finally tell me what’s the matter? What’s been bugging you the past few days?”
After a brief moment Ramattra ticks, almost like a person clicking their tongue to think. “I’m fixing my cooling system. I didn’t realize humans needed to socialize this much...” he partially joked, an uncommon show of expression on his part.
“Besides, I've already told you it wouldn’t take long for me to finish.”
Despite your annoyance at his cold demeanor, your expression softened into concern. If his system was bugging him that much, you might need to intervene. You reach out, hand hesitantly brushing over his cold shoulder “Well, obviously not quick enough. If you’re struggling I can always help you.” Your fingers lightly graze his side, and if you paid more attention you’d see how stiff he became from your light touch alone. Your eyes try to sneak a glance inside his chest cavity to look at how bad the damage was, but— his system looked fine, every wire was in place where it belonged when you fixed him up last time, what could be the problem that made him ignore you for two whole days.
“Are you sure it’s your cooling system?” You lift up your head to meet his gaze once more, only to see him focused on the dim screen in front of him again, quickly closing a few tabs so you couldn’t sneak a peek. “It looks fine to me.”
“If you want, I can take a look-“
“I’m sure.” His voice lay flat. “Now, can you let me go so I can finish?
His tone wasn’t rude, far from it, but the distance he was building up between the two of you was always disheartening to see. Even if he had no idea how much it truly affected you.
Your eyebrows clench, lips twisting to a thin frown as you bite the fat of your bottom lip to hold yourself back from asking another pointless question. “Alright, yeah.” You nod, jumping off from the counter before hesitantly journeying to the cracked door at the end of the room “I’ll go back to the cabin, you’ll be there soon, right? Missed you.”
Another hum inside his chest echos out, the sound sending a relaxing chill down your body as he huffs out a puff of air. “I’ll try.”
You’ll take that. It’s better than what you’ve been getting for the past two days.
—
Another hour.
Nothing.
You lay restless on the big bed in the laboratories' guest cabins, tinkering with your phone to distract yourself so you’d eventually fall asleep faster, but it didn’t seem to work. You felt energized. After seeing your boyfriend and actually conversing with him for what felt like hours, how could you sleep? You missed him.
When the two of you got together years ago he always felt a bit closed off. Too scared to be vulnerable with you, too uptight and unwilling to try to understand your “weak humanly emotions".” As he’d say. But, you thought the two of you were finally moving past all of that. You thought he’d start to understand it’s ok to talk with you. Trust you.
Especially if he’s feeling unwell.
The fact you lost so much progress after that night had your mind racing with jumbled up thoughts. You felt so doubtful.
You didn’t think omnics could have sex, had the parts TO have sex, or if they were even interested in sex in the first place, but after the night you two had you genuinely couldn’t get it out of your head. Your memory and body were flooding with thoughts of him and his firm touch.
Only him.
You couldn’t stop reminiscing on how hesitant he was to finally touch your body, scared he’d be too rough for you. How he contorted the depths of your body just to accommodate his large fingers. And how big he felt when he finally dragged his cock between your folds before easily slipping inside, feeding your pussy inch after inch of that intimidating length you’ve never even seen before.
You felt deprived, and angry..
Your phone was already long gone, thrown onto the other side of the bed where he would normally be. You were dripping. You could practically feel your essence oozing from your pussy to your thighs even before you lowered your shorts down and eventually started to run your fingers down your slit.
You curl two of your fingers inside your dripping entrance, body shaking with frustration since they couldn’t even compete with the size of his fingers. You thought about him, thought about how warm he was, how big he was, how he made you feel practically weightless as he pumped you up and down on his cock until you were practically drunk from the taste of sex in the air.
“Ram..”
You cover your trembling mouth, trying your best to muffle your voice behind your palm so as to not draw any unwanted attention from anyone working nearby.
His figure clouded your mind, the image of him towering over your body made you feel even more arousal flooding over your palm. The way you missed him was an unhealthy amount, and he didn’t even seem like he cared. Yet, here you were spread out, fingers curled tightly inside your warmth as you practically obsessed over his touch.
—
It was already two in the morning, and yet, no progress from the last few days were made. Ramattra pondered over the screen in front of him, closing out of the program he was running in frustration.
Two days ago his cooling systems went off the rails in front of you. It was malfunctioning, slowing down to the point the metal exterior on his body felt like lava to the touch.
And now, he couldn’t get it to stop whenever he felt your touch, whenever he was near you. When you came into the laboratory two hours ago, he almost lost his composure. You were lucky you didn’t see him like this, how warm he felt when you finally left. And how hot his skin started to feel after you touched him.
He didn’t like this feeling, not at all. It was truly pathetic.
The piles of instructive papers and the excessive tabs on the screens in front of him felt pointless now. Ramattra was a patient man, but even he felt frustrated by the lack of progression he made. His systems were fine, for now they were. But how would he face you? He’d never say it directly, but this whole situation made him feel “slightly” embarrassed.
With one hesitant step after another, Ramattra finally made his way out of the lab into the quiet dimly lit hallway outside. It wasn’t a long trip to the guest cabins, but each time he moved his foot forward he dragged the other one slowly behind. Like a dead weight was holding him down.
When he finally approached the door leading into the cabin, he hesitated. How would he explain to you why his body is practically burning up, or why he took so long in your lab. Maybe he didn’t need to explain if you were asleep. Another issue to be solved later this morning, right?
The inside of the cabin's living room was pitch black, only the warm yellow light from the bedroom door shined enough to give the items around him slight definition, not that he necessarily needed it to see in the first place. But, it did indicate that you might be awake.
Great.
He leaned toward the opening of the door, silently hoping that when he spotted you, you’d be far too lost in your sleep to even notice he had come back.
Maybe he could just sit on the couch.
In the dark.
He turned, ready to settle in on the couch for the night before the sound of his humans soft voice rang out lightly in his head.
The quiver in your voice nearly made his legs lock into place. The gentle way you sang his name out like a prayer brought back all those warm feelings of heat that made his body almost short circuit.
And what did he do?
He watched, naturally.
Watched as your fingers curled up between your damp folds, disappearing inside as you swallowed them whole.
He watched as you lifted your hips up, desperately trying to deepen the stroke of your fingers so they fit more snug inside you to no avail. The way you whined for him was quite..intoxicating. No matter how many times you thrusted your hips up, your fingers could never quite reach that spot. Not like he could.
You looked so helpless, his sweet human. He supposed you really couldn’t go that long without his touch after all. So maybe he should just give you what you both want.
The way he descended towards the large king sized bed was concerningly slow. Despite there being a soft glow of light illuminating the room, you couldn’t be more clueless that he was even there despite his obviously loud footsteps. Not until he’s already casting a shadow over your body, blocking out the table side lamp from your view do you open your eyes in pure horror.
You try to explain, cover up, babble on about how rude he was to invade your privacy in one sentence, but it only turned into a blur of incoherent sounds of embarrassment that neither of you could distinguish. His large metal hands rested on your ankles, keeping you spread open for his gaze. He could see the traces of arousal drooling from your core down to the curve of your thighs as it leaked onto the bed below.
“You humans really can’t be left alone.” He quietly confirmed, hovering himself onto the bed so he could tower over your heated body. Both of you were warm, baking in one another’s presence because you were so close. “Allow me to make up for my uneducated mistake.”
You arch yourself off the bed as his large hand glides between your thighs before two fingers part open your puffy folds. He glided his middle finger skillfully over your bundle of nerves, mechanical cooing erupting from his chest as you let out a gentle sigh of his name.
“I won’t leave you alone with these lewd thoughts anymore.” He teases, using some kind of tech you’ve never seen before to make his middle finger start to vibrate against your clit.
He rubbed the pad of his finger in tight circles, ticking in disappointment as your legs tried to squirm themselves shut. Times like these, he’s glad he can use nanotechnology to help him deal with these certain..”obstacles”.
Before you could close your legs, his extra set of arms were already prying them apart, keeping you wide open so he could see every reaction of your body.
“That’s better.”
“Let me see how badly you missed me, little one.”
You let out a cry, tears pooling over your eyelids onto your cheeks as he worked you into an orgasm, then another. Your thighs were trembling for his hands to let you go, to let you close your legs to soothe your over sensitive clit, but a part of you wanted more. You missed him too much to even consider actually pulling away.
“You’ve been asking for my attention all day. Distracting me from what needs to be done..” he had flipped you over so you were on top of him now, straddling his waist as he cock slid free from a hidden compartment buried beneath his base. It laid on your back as he grinded his hips against the curve of your ass, each bumpy ridge of his cock grazing lightly over your skin, making you shiver into his warm chest. It felt so warm..too warm.
“I do want to show you how much I missed you, please, Ram?”
You whisper to him lightly, rubbing the outline of his tip with your finger nail, making the giant omnic practically shrink under your touch.
“Alright,”
“Then show me.”
The metal on his body felt like magma, so warm and heated to the touch you thought you caught a blaze. You sink yourself onto his cock, bracing yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other helping guide him inside you. Each inch made you feel so unbelievably full, stretching your pussy open to foreign lengths even though you’ve taken him before.
He still felt massive.
Ramattra plunged you down by the fat of your hips, humming as he finally bottoms out, right where you needed him. And gods, did you need him…
You started moving your hips, desperately trying to fill him deeper than your human body could handle. His arms wrapped around the base of your waist, holding you down while the other pair held your legs, keeping you spread.
“Ram–“
White clouds your vision as the two of you grind into one another, desperate for one another’s touch without verbally saying it.
Spurts of arousal coated his thighs as you abused yourself on his cock, pumping his long length into your tight hole until your legs gave out. You truly couldn’t last as long as you thought you could…
He didn’t stop though, not when you were so desperate for him after all. He helped you through it, chest purring with a low rumble as he examined you from above.
“So desperate for my cock, yet, you’re already getting tired?”
“Mhh..”
“Giving up so easily, human?”
You didn’t even comprehend what he was saying, too lost to even reply back to him as you laid your head on his warm chest.
“I-I can’t…”
“You can.”
“Is it really too much for you to take?”
You weakly nod your head as he squishes the fat of your cheeks together, focusing your weary gaze onto him.
“Move your hips.”
He lets out a low purr, taking in that look of fatigue on your face as you start to move your hips again. Your muscles were burning from being so spread out on his large waist, inner thighs burning up from the warm intensity between you two.
“You took me so, so well the other day. What happened to my brave little human?”
Warm drips of arousal trickle down the hard base of Rammatra’s cock as it massages your walls, hitting that spot inside that made you buckle. Each pump of your hips felt torturously euphoric. Each drag made you feel so full, so warm and relaxed at the same time.
“Good human..”
“Doing so well..”
Heat engulfed your body, making it hard to even breathe from how hard you were trying to prove yourself. You wanted to show him you were good..you wanted to show him you could take all of him, even if it ended up tearing you apart.
You were so close to cumming, body clenching together tight as you desperately curled your toes on the large frame of his steel back. And he could tell by how hard you were squeezing him that it would be messy.
“Ram—“
He had you flipped over now, legs held in the air with his large arms while his base ones held onto your hips as he fucked you into the bedsheets with raw need.
The weight of his body held up lightly on your back. The thought of being gentle with you was buried beneath the pure thought of getting deeper inside you, to hit each angle of you until you were molded around his cock. He’d never let anyone have the satisfaction of ruining you if it wasn’t him.
Vibration after vibration of his body buzzed along your shoulders all the way to your cunt. The hard base of his cock shivered inside of you, warm and twitching as he tried to bury himself impossibly close.
“You’re breaking me…” he grunts,
“You make it impossible to stop touching you…it’s your fault.”
You couldn’t tell which one of you were more broken.
Frustrated long thrusts keep you pinned below him as the sound of your fragile hips clapping against his metal body echo out into the quiet void of the laboratory guest chambers.
Your ass felt so bruised, it started to actually hurt as it mixed with the pleasure of being filled.
“Deep..” you bury yourself into the pillow, trying to shield yourself from the warm air coming from his body.
“Take it…”
“I know you can…”
Clenching your teeth, you finally spurt around him, cumming in a long wave onto his pelvis. You close your eyes, trying to collect yourself the best you can before his hips start to move again.
“W-Wait..too much..”
“I’ll make sure it’s enough to keep the two of us satisfied. After all, you humans can’t go a day without being fucked it seems.”
A/N: So sorry for the late response, anon! I had so much work to do the past few months but I wanted to finish this for you! Such a good prompt idea! I had so much fun writing it! : )
pov: you’re on their “top 4 celebrity crushes” list
a/n: very simple with no actual interaction but i thought it would be a fun idea to write this while i was rewatching that video. also this character switches between being a musician or actor so just picture a pop culture presence. i did make amanda and shayne + courtney’s more on the platonic side bc they’re in public relationships, but you can still read it as romantic😚 but n e ways; first time writing, unedited, a little ooc, bad grammar, use of y/n, bad spelling, lowercase, didnt stick to the ‘exact’ script
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angela
“Okay, robert pattinson, dev patel, y/n l/n, and a YOUNG al pacino,” shayne listed with emphasis on each name. “shayne guesses” had become such a successful series that they simply started throwing out ideas for the next part. celebrity crushes happened to be the LEAST criminal of suggestions.
“robert pattinson could show up a lot, thats another one that i could have guessed,” shayne stated, already coming up with an idea of who this was, “And y/n l/n, i heard- oh! they just did that new ghost buster movie with the stranger things kid, right?”
“pfff- the stranger things kid?” spencer questioned.
“whatever dude. But yeah,” shayne took a pause, “i respect this.” his chin breifly fell into his hands. “robert pattinson and dev patel feel very sterio-typical. like, this is a person in their twenties. And al pacino is kind of, wanting to be a little unique.”
shayne sighed into a smile, “and, if we didnt have y/n l/n, i would have thrown out erin dougal, cause i know they love robert pattinson, and have a background with film when it comes to young-al pacino but this is clearly angela,” he claimed while he crossed her name off his little list.
spencer laughed as the green screen pulled up a picture of angela. shayne nodded with a knowing expression on his face.
“yeah i cant say im surprised. i mean, if y/n l/n wasnt on her list, id be shocked. i mean angela’s gone to how many of their shows? cause they’re mostly a music artist right?” shayne asked, looking off camera to the production team.
spencer’s voice carried to the mic, “yeah…” he started off hesitantly, “yeah i think so. cause this ghostbusters movie is like their first ‘big’ acting gig,” spencer claimed.
shayne grinned a little as spencer spoke, before turning back to the camera, “well hey. maybe we’ll see them on the chanel someday. ok next!”
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spencer
laughing as he looked back to the monitor, shayne smiled as he started, “ok, ok. SOLID, wow, okay,” he said, taking in the new list of crushes. “so we have ryan gosling- who i thought, would have shown up more by now. um, we have la-lisa?”
“yeah,” spencer chimed in from behind the camera.
shayne looked over, “what are they from?”
“blackpink,” spences said with no hesitation.
“blackpink? Ok. another k-pop idle on here, and uh rhea ripley from the WWE,” shayne states with concentration in his face. “And y/n l/n. Fun fact, i had no clue what they looked like until right now.”
“bro- they’re so, just-like… they’re the perfect mix of conventionally and unconventionally attractive its crazy, and dont even get me started on their voice bro. the new album they just released, ‘Light as a Feather’ is so perfect for their style, and the music videos go so hard! y/n MUST have gone to film school or at least had a great production team because the way they use symbolism in their songs and music videos-,” spencer shared in a passionate, excited voice, starting to laugh near the end as the crew went wild.
the second spencer had started stuttering out his little speach, shayne was laughing.
with tears in his eyes, shayne asked, “so this is you? dudeeeee. you know, we have just the luck that they’re somehow gunna see this,”
“duuuuuude,” spencer dragged, “i will literally find a time machine and jump into the billionaire-death-submarine if they see this.”
people exploded with laughter as the green screen now showcased a picture of spencer. shayne only mangaged a strangled, “oh my god” before he too was taken over by laughter.
then-, cut to their “some difficulties” screen.
“alllllright guys,” shayne said, slightly panting, finally pulling it together after his barrage of giggles. “so this is spencer! i mean this was sort of given to me, i looked over at him and he cracked under the pressure-,” shayne almost started laughing again, face turning red but being able to keep it in after a pause, “so everyone, those are spencer’s celebrity crushes. and guys lets make sure y/n l/n sees this.”
the office laughed once more before they were on to the other lists.
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amanda
“i was just like, guitar->josh,” shayne explained to the crew as they laughed in the back, “-stupid. javier bardem, y/n l/n, tommy lee jones, uhh, and a turkish actor,” shayne listed as spencer explained who the last celebrity was.
shayne checked amanda’s name off his list as he confirmed, “wow, this is amanda. this is amanda. tommy lee jones alone and javier bardem. the complete opposite of selina. amanda’s like, ‘are they 70?’” shayne joked. “I am a little surprised that y/n l/n is on there? they’re a tv actor, no?”
The screen changed to show amanda, as spencer chimed in, “yeah, they are. so, uhhhh, when i asked amanda about it cause i was also curious,” he paused, seemingly showing shayne an image as shayne leaned out of frame, “she said it was because of this, kinda flop, horror-tv-series they did in 2015(?). but y/n l/n plays a horror movie actor, who is actually a serial killer and they dont know it.”
“ oh? that actually seems kinda promising,” shayne commented.
“yeah! and basically whenever they put on a costume, they become that person. they did psycho, ghostface; but theres this whole character arc where they turn into javier bardem,” spencer explained (he had spent the last couple nights watching deep dives about the show, so he had an arsenal of facts).
“wait, that seems sick. how have i never heard of this?” shayne questioned.
spencer sighed, “its called ‘Method Actor’. and it is a great plot line, but y/n l/n is the only good actor in it. it’s literally crazy.” shayne started laughing but spencer continued, “no im serious! the main character has, like, an A-list-actor level performance, while literally every other character is like that one theater kid who sings too fast.”
tears were coming down shayne’s red face as he cooled down from his laughter. “and amanda’s into that?” he asked with a smile.
“i mean, she was desperate enough to send me an entourage of tiktok edits,” spencer responded.
“ughhhh, thats too good. well, that was amanda, whats next.”
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courtney+shayne
pressing the button, to continue in the slide show, shayne started talking, “ alright next up, we have! y/n l/n, florence pugh, donald glover, and shayne topp.”
“that’s awkward dude,” spencer chimed in.
“thats weirdddd,” shayne continued, “i thought you said no YouTubers man!”
the laughter only increased as spencer replied with, “i- look. hes in the goldbergs.”
“okay.” shayne looked to his notes as he explained, “i think this is courney, uhh because of y/n l/n, and florence pugh.” people laughed as he marked his partner off the small list in his hands.
spencer spoke up with, “is this their first appearance?”
“this is the first y/n l/n appearance which is crazy to me. i think it just kinda- you know who also hasn’t appeared is margot robbie,” “yeah” “and i think its just like,” “some people are just too pretty” “some people, its just like, yeah for sure. it kinda like Meryl streep at the oscars, where its like, yeah, for sure, you’re the best actress. like what ever,” “shayne paused looking to his hands, “yeah its courtney. um, no. truthfully whenever florence pugh is onscreen, courtney turns into the wolf from the looney toons cartoons. and whenever y/n gets refrenced, we both just are, ARUHR RUHR RUH RUHR RUH-“
“just start barkin’” spencer claimed as shayne shook from the barks.
ding!
“there it is!” shayne shouted as the screen revealed his wife, “but yeah, me and courtney always joke about how if we ever met y/n, we would ask them to become our third.”
“bro! we need them on the channel,” spencer said, eyes wide and mischievous, “we could do a live stream where you and court just go with different character combos and try flirting with them. see which one works.”
laughter filled the studio as shayne’s cheeks gained a little color. that which he soon brushed off as he too started laughing.
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damien
“And finally,” declared shayne, “we have anne hathaway, anya taylor-joy, hayley williams, and y/n l/n. huh, okay.”
“do you think you would have been able to get that?” spencer asked, the only person left, now being damien.
“i dont know if i would have guessed damien from this,” shayne replied truthfully, a tone of surprise in his words.
spencer replied steadily, “i would have known with the hayley williams but i dont know about the other two.”
“the hayley williams make the most sense,” he paused, the look on his face indicating that he was trying to recollect a memory, “you know? yeah, damien and i talk about a lot of things but i dont feel like we ever talked about celebrities we thought were, attractive or our ‘celebrity crushes’. it just didnt come up that often. but the y/n l/n and hayley williams are ones that im, like-, that i picture. y/n l/n for sure.”
shayne then asked, “you can cut this but i think damien has actually met them, right? he interviewed them?”
“yeah and then that was all he talked about for a week,” spencer said with a laugh.
“riiiiiight,” shayne scoffed, “well hey! i got lucky, cause i get to continue my 100% guessing damien correct, cause he was the last one here.”
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all
shayne leaned back as he wrapped up the video, “well, let us know, down below, who your top celebrity crushes are. let us know who had the best top four; which one you respect the most. and let us know if we should do ‘technically’ another video with y/n l/n.”
spencer laughed, slightly confused, “what do you mean?”
“you dont know?” shayne questioned, “y/n l/n and anthony are like cousins, er- their moms are like best friends.”
“oh shit so we could like, actually have them on?”
shayne laughed before very quickly saying, “like and subscribe! leave a comment about what else i should guess and see you in the next one.”
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a/n: i might do a part 2 because i already have some ideas but it might take me a while
Okay but hear me out; reluctantly obedient jtk with a bossy reader (I'd rlly appreciate it if it was GN), and he acts like he hates to be bossed around but his obedience betrays his words... I guess.
I love the way u writee and I'm OBSESSED with jtk too 😭💕💕💕
"Sit boy!"
HAHA I love this idea. This reminds me so much of inuyasha and I have a deep attachment to it❤️🩹
I could try GN! I used to play obey me! obsessively so I know a bit about doing gn x male characters!! They/them used gn or non-binary reader!
Im so glad you enjoy my writing🥹 and I LOVE other jtk fans. God i love being a hypersharing yumeshipper❤️🩹
When you first got into a relationship with jeff you never thought you'd have any control over him, his anger issues, his attitude, anything. But here he is shutting up because you told him too. You get into an argument about something and you, tell him to keep his voice down? He gets quiet. Of course you can see the twitch in his face everytime though. And sometimes he'll try to regain control. "What did you just say to me?" But if you repeat yourself firmly, he grumbles and listens.
Your favorite moment is when he got out of control during a game with BEN and they started yelling so you, who'd had had enough..."Jeff just fucking sit!" You thought he'd yell at you next but to your (and Ben's) surprise he reluctantly lowered himself down next to you on the couch. "Did you just become obedient all of the sudden?" Ben's mouth was agape. "I sat down because I wanted to elf." He said that, but his cheeks were flushed slightly and his jaw was clenching slowly.
"Right after they told you to." Ben countered, he was enjoying this. "I swear to god." Jeff muttered under his breath.
Other times you tell him to do something he might be all "don't tell me what to do." While doing it. He does expect appreciation in return of course he physically won't leave you alone until you either thank him or kiss his cheek.
He covers it up by saying "You really should thank me for bending over backwards for your ass." He tries do hard to come off as narcissist but really he craves the validation and loves being appreciated especially by you.
Please I love praise craving jeff. I usually see people portray him as a narcissist but thats just boring. Now craving validation and attention covered up as narcissism oof-
Saw a clip of Djo crawling on the floor while on stage . . . Now I can’t stop thinking about Kurt crawling on the floor whimpering while staring at your heat, you’re on his bed, legs spread wide displaying your most intimate parts. Kurt is crawling towards you, shirt off, hair messy, drool pooling at his lips, once he breaches you he flops down in-front of your crotch, nestling his face into your thigh seeking comfort from you. You lean down and rub the side of his face-petting your sickeningly sweet boy. Kurt whines as he rubs his face on you, his tongue darts out to lick your thigh up and down. You moan under his tongue calling him a good boy. Kurt finally reaches down to your crotch licking slow strokes onto your heat.
Idk, should I make this an entire oneshot orrrrr. . .
Date everything headcanons with Mateo, Curt and Rod, Telly, and Dorian!
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Mateo☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
***
You bringing a kitten home is a big deal for Mateo. Very big.
Yes, you helped find Davi and Stitch, but that doesn't exactly mean you're a pet person, dose it?
But what does say "pet person"? Bringing home a kitten from the pound!
Mateo himself is almost bouncing off the walls!
He's more than willing to watch and play with the kitten if you go out.
Mateo is also more than willing to give you many creative, poetic, or silly names for the cute little kitten!
If you've never had a cat before, don't worry! Mateo believes that living cats/ kittens aren't much different then the inanimals.
Hes not entirely wrong either, but it would still be best to ask someone who knows what they are doing with a living cat… not one of the objects, though.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Curt and Rod☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
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lets just say they are not keen on the idea of a kitten, especially a delinquent kitten.
they are constantly holding their curtains out of the reach of Said kitten. Not realising that the kitten thinks it's a game.
Curt is the most annoyed between the two. He's literally the curtains!
He's got little tears and holes on the bottom of his curtains!
It was bad enough having Sprite scratching up their curtains, but now it's a living cat scratching up their curtains! But now you can actually see these rips without the dateviators on!
They want to throw shade on the kitten, but they can't! It's a kitten! They can't throw shade on a kitten that can't defend itself!
But you better believe they're annoyed. They will let you know. Regularly.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Telly☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
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Telly isn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a kitten that could knock them onto the floor and brake his screen!
But after seeing the cute thing, they can't help but melt a little.
You know they're giving that kitten cute rhyming nicknames. They don't care if the names are a play on the kittens name or just a random cutesy name he can rhythm.
They can't help but let the kitten play with old cords they don't use anymore, but no chewing. They don't know if the cords could hurt the kitten.
Telly turns into a bit of a pet influencer on "placebook" now. They don't care. Everyone's feed is full of photos of them self and the kitten.
Telly loves that kitten. Sometimes, it feels like they love the kitten more than you.
They're now watching new shows or episodes with their new furry buddy, and their allowed to fall asleep if they want. Special kitten privileges only.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Dorian☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
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Dorian isn't pleased by the new comer, but he won't say anything about it.
Except to say "make sure they don't try scratching up my doorframes… or doors"
And you can only tell him not to worry, you got scratching posts and plenty of toys to distract from him… but apparently not Curt and Rod… Anyways
When you tell Dorian that the kitten is going to sleep in the downstairs bathroom, (telling the residents of said bathroom not to chastise the kitten) and to not take liberties on letting the kitten out during the night.
But if you've accidentally locked the poor thing in a room and you've been longer than fifteen minutes, he'll take the liberty of opening so the poor thing can get out.
If you’re a person who likes to keep all their doors closed, he doesn't want the kitten stuck in a closet, or the attic, or any other room.
He crumbles when the kitten paws at the door, meowing to be let out. So he gives in when it's not bedtime.
When it is bedtime, he so wants to let them out! But he won't!
