I'd turn this onto anon but I cant. Anyways, I have a request. S/o pegging EJ or/ & Masky? I think you expected this but
You can have a small mix of both separately 😽
NSFW WARING!!!
Masky
Ok so—
I don’t see Masky being open to pegging on his own
Masky likes having some control in any given situation
But if you beg enough he might be open to it
But when you finally come to the act itself he absolutely enjoys it
Although expect A lot of brat energy
He likes being put in his place while also being called a good boy
Also missionary is his favorite position only because he can be lazy as fuck
Also being rough and hair pulling is the only way you’ll get him to cum
He whined moving his hips trying to gain some relief.
“Babe, Please.” He whined when you wouldn’t move.
“Awww what’s wrong?” You smirked at his desperation.
He’d been teasing you earlier. He wouldn’t stop after the fourth warning, and so you punished him. He kept whining when you wouldn’t move but only stroked his painfully hard cock. He acted like he hated it, but you knew he absolutely loved getting teased.
“F-fuck oh god,” he started babbling when you moved your hips fast, hitting all the rights spots.
“Fuck Mommy!” He whined when you moved at an animalistic speed.
“You gonna be a good boy for Mommy? You lazily stroked his cock. He babbled out ‘yes of course mommy’ and, ‘I’ll be your good boy mommy’. You snaked your hand into his hair and yanked hard.
“And Don’t you fucking forget it,” you hit a spot that had him seeing stars as he came hard.
EyeLess Jack
He prob doesn’t care too much ngl—
He likes being dominant especially when you tick him off but is willing to let you have complete control
Although he likes to act like it’s no big deal until you start getting rough + some praise/ degration
He’s very much not that embarrassed when it comes to you two
Although he especially likes ass up-face down or at least on his stomach propped up with a pillow
Becomes an absolute mess when pegged
Expect him to be very verbal/ one to the few times he is actually
Also Masky and Him are squirmers ;)
“Oh god Y/N,” He groaned into the pillow. You had his hips steady in your hands trying to keep them still.
“You’re such a good boy for your mommy, aren’t you?” You smirked wider as he shuddered at the nickname.
You had a steady rhythm, fast enough to make him a mess, but not enough to be tired. You could tell he was getting closer to his release but you didn’t want it to end. Every time he almost went over the edge you slowly stopped and pulled out long enough for the feeling to go away.
“Please mommy I- fuck, I wanna cum,” You giggled at how broken he sounded. You laser your fingers deep into his hair and pulled.
“I dunno are you gonna be good for me?”
“Y- yes! I’ll be good I swear!”
“Fine, then cum for your mommy, bitch,” you had to grab his hips so he would stop squirming. You pounded him til he was a babbling mess cumming around your plastic cock. You lazily stroked him lazily till he begged you to stop.
Lj has a tentacle as a dick- wait- eXCUSe mE HJFDSDFHFHDJ this is so funny to me like imagine his about to get frisky with his s/o, pull his pants down and then his s/o is just like wait- 👁️👄👁️
I mean you can imagine it however you want but imagine if it was sentient
“That's not what I meant and you know it.” My voice came out harsher than intended, Jeff's eyes searing a hole into mine. He scoffed, both hands stuffed into his sweatshirt pockets, most likely clenched around a knife. “No?” His question was asked in a mocking tone, the anger in his eyes apparent. I sighed.
“Then what exactly did you mean, baby?” I cringed at the viciousness in his voice, the endearment said with plain sarcasm. “I'll be back before tonight, please calm down.” My words came out much more gentle this time, but despite that Jeff still stood in front of the door, the glare on his face directed towards me.
“I'm serious, please let me go, baby. Stuff needs to get done.” He doesn't budge, his gray eyes trained on me like an attack dog. With the way he's standing he may as well be. I sigh, trying to sidestep him only for him to pull his knife out, pointing it towards me with a look of anger.
“Seriously?” I ask in disbelief, knowing he didn't want me to go, but never figuring it was this badly. He held his gaze, face furrowed as he directed his glare my way.
I take a step into him, my hands slowly cupping his face as my body pressed against his. It was supposed to be a way to calm him down, but he seemed just as angry as before. “Tell me what's wrong.” I say it gently, my thumb caressing over his cheekbone as I stare up at him, concerned.
“You're not going,” is all he says, his tone gruff and final. I fight not to roll my eyes, doing my best to remain calm for the both of us.
“Tell me why you don't want me to go. Even though you know I need to and that I'll be back in less than a few hours. What's wrong?” The only answer I receive is a knife to the throat, his blade flush against my skin. “Baby…,” I tried again, my voice softer.
“You're not leaving.” My hands drop to his shoulders, the fight starting to leave my body as resignation begins to set in. Whatever was bothering him I wasn't sure of, but it became obvious he didn't want me to know. Whatever his reasoning was, was being held under lock and key.
“Why won't you talk to me?” My softness does nothing, and he remains in the same position. I begin to feel my neck sting, and know he must've pressed against me too firmly. His knives were too sharp for their own good.
“Doesn't matter, you're staying here.” His hand reaches around my waist, holding me against him snugly. I can only shake my head, sighing in exasperation. It was like talking to a brick wall. An angry one armed with a knife and a bad temper.
“I guess so, baby,” I relent, expecting him to lower his guard, however, it remains standing–confusing me further.
“Did I do something?” My question remains unanswered as he lifts me into his arms, both hands holding me up as he walks further into our house, eyes seemingly flitting between the fresh wound on my neck and the path in front of us. I couldn't tell for sure if he felt bad about the cut.
Without a word I'm brought up to our shared room, my exasperation probably showing through on my face. I was pretty tired of questioning him at this point, knowing it was a losing battle wherever he was involved. I huff as I hit the bed, the covers tangling under my weight. I looked up at him only to find his attention elsewhere. Turning, I see his eyes are focused on the mirror above my desk.
As if he'd made up his mind about something he suddenly turned my way, eyes narrowed but seemingly amused. He reached me in a mere two strides, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me with him to the edge of the bed. I gasped, the feeling of being manhandled not exactly reassuring.
I open my mouth, the beginning of his name hot on my lips, until I recall our earlier “conversation” and think better of it. Nothing I say will likely earn a response from him. He was in a mood, one that likely would be fueled by any attempts from me to pry.
He turns me around, arms wrapping around me as he grabs my chin and points it towards the mirror. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I see the devilish smile on his face, alerting me immediately. I don't have much time to think about what the look means before he's pulling my shorts down and slipping my underwear to the side, fingers dipping into me without any hesitation. I didn't even have time to react, a gasp of surprise escaping me as I looked down to see what he was doing.
Before I can fully look down he's grabbing my chin and pulling it so that I'm looking into the mirror again. I find his eyes burning into me, the eye contact he's making as his fingers slide into me, severe.
“Pay attention.” He says it with a tone of finality. “You're staying right here tonight, with me.” I smile, amused as I hear those words. So he was just being clingy, then? I couldn't help but laugh, his eyes still locked on mine through the glass in front of us.
“I guess I could do that,” I whisper out between whimpers, his fingers doing more than I previously thought them capable of. They're sliding in and out of me easily now, aided by the slick that's slowly rubbing into my thighs and dripping beneath us. I watch his fingers pump into me, disappearing so easily.
He pulls them out, eyes still trained on me and my now flushed face. I flinch as he slaps my ass once, the feeling of it rolling through my body. I know he's rougher likely because of the fact that he's upset with something. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't pulled out a weapon yet, but I figure that may be because of his apparent rush to get inside me.
“Jeff,” I whisper again, sighing as I hear him hum in my ear, small gasps escaping me. In the next few seconds I'm on my hands and knees, ass in the air and eyes trained on him through the mirror. Without breaking eye contact he slides into me easily, a breathy groan leaving his lips. I can't help but squirm under his gaze, the image of him fucking into me hot but also embarrassing. We could both see everything now, and the look in his eyes told me that was exactly what he was going for.
“Just relax,” he leans down to say slowly in my ear, his hips stuttering as he begins to finally move. The friction has me sinking down before we've even started, the feeling coursing through me almost too intensely. I'm already whimpering as he sets the pace, his fingers dug into my ass as he looks down at me. I'm beyond messy at this point, the image of him fucking into me right in front of us has me drooling.
I can't possibly keep watching, my eyes closing as he sinks deeper into me. Once again he has me by the chin, his voice low and slow by my ear.
“Watch. You're here, aren't you? So watch.” I can't make much sense of what he means by that, my eyes fluttering open as I clench around him. I'm more focused on keeping eye contact with him as I get closer and closer to finishing. I could see a thin layer of sweat on his arms, knowing he was practically holding me up this entire time.
I'm caught off guard as he leans down, mouth latched onto the still wet cut he gave me only minutes earlier. It stings as he runs his tongue along it, and I watch as he smiles, seemingly satisfied by the mark.
I feel myself begin to squirm as the pleasure gets to be more intense, his fingers finding my clit and adding onto the sensations I'm feeling. As it begins to reach its peak his pace quickens, throwing me off the edge before I'm prepared. I'm a writhing mess under him, and I can see the way my face contorts in the mirror as pleasure takes over.
I barely remember the next few minutes, my focus mostly on the way my orgasm wracks through my body, my hips squirming to almost try and get away from the overbearing pleasure. By the time he's pulled out all I know is the warmth of our sheets as he pulls me against him, my head resting in the crook of his neck.
“We have to shower…,” I trail off, too comfortable to put any action behind my words. He scoffs, probably knowing that I'm not going anywhere right now.
“You know I still have to get that done, right? Not tonight but definitely sometime this week.” I say jokingly, not missing the way he tenses as his eyes roll.
i love that we all ignore the validity of lj possibly having a cock.
TW/CW: (18+) minors vanish. Clown man. Cock warming. Extremely casual sex to start. fem reader, fem body parts, oral. objectification, overstim, frustrating sex. Can you even call this sex ?
Sex with him isn't much of anything but an experiment at first. He wants to know what does what–how everything "works", per se. You're too busy whining about him being inside you but not moving to give a shit about what he's poking around for. He doesn't care for your noise and he shows that with how well he ignores your cries. You can't help but move your hips against him, the ache between your legs growing rapidly as his hands explore your body. Lj still doesn't care, his eyes lifting to meet yours with a sense of exasperation.
Lj will tell you to be quiet, he's really busy, don't you see that? Which of course will only piss you off because why are you too busy to fuck and yet your dick is stuffed in my hole? Is that not what we're here for?
"You're supposed to enjoy sex. It's not something you sit here and do in steps."
He'll ignore you. He still doesn't care for your words. That is until his hand brushes your clit, causing you to stiffen and him to get curious. Whether or not this is a curse or a blessing depends on how you like to be treated during sex. If you hate overstimulation and being treated like a doll, then this isn't for you.
A doll seems to be exactly what you are in his eyes. A multipurpose toy that he can use for any of his needs. Not that you care, so long as he keeps touching you. He'll pull himself out of you, your groans of frustration making it known that you're loosing your patience. Lj still doesn't care, brushing you off like dust. He's only focused on this new spot he's found, lowering his face to see what else can be done.
As soon as his tongue hits your clit, you lose your mind. Wrapping your legs around the back of his head, begging him to keep going. You've been getting lightly touched and messed with for an hour by now, and you're beginning to have had enough. This only serves to amuse him, his tongue slowly dragging down. Lj sucks and kisses his way back up, stars floating in your vision. After this much teasing it won't take much to incapacitate you. It almost feels like too much when he starts only focusing on your clit, now too busy with this to bother with anything else. There's never a happy medium.
You'll finally have enough, hands reaching down to thread through his hair, gripping and pushing his face where you want it. At this point you couldn't care less if he suffocated in your folds, thighs clenching and airtight around his head.
"What's the point? Is there a goal?" You groan, completely aggravated now that he's pulled away, eyes scanning your naked body as if he's cataloguing your responses. You're twitchy, sweating, exhausted, and panting like a dog. All while he's managed to remain entirely composed.
"Bastard. I wish I could throttle you." Breathless you stare up at him. What was the point of this? He'd apparently been unable to figure anything out on his own this entire time. Was this "experiment" for nothing? He'd gotten you all worked up just to stop and question you? Why not hold the interview first? Ugh. His question still hung in the air, unanswered. His gaze was still focused on you, awaiting your answer.
"The "goal" is pleasure. It's supposed to feel good, you dick." He hums, nodding as if he's understood. You doubt he does. "Did we reach it?" Such a stupid question. If you weren't so annoyed you'd find it amusing.
"What do you think? Did it feel good for you? 'Cause it didn't for me." Another hum. Eyes completely devoid of care. "I wasn't paying attention. Let's try again."
"Fuck no! So you can tease me again? I'll be here for another hour just to end up angrier. I'm not dealing with your shit again."
Take these as you will, write a whole book about Eyeless having a breeding kink -🌺
taking it as i will
CW/TW: Sexual themes. Breeding kink. GN Reader. Non con if you squint.
He can't help the urge to keep moving inside you as he's about to cum. It feels like a primal urge most nights. The thought of filling you always manages to get him hard and aching in almost record time. Maybe it's his instinct, maybe it's something he was into before he turned, who really knows honestly? It's probably a mix of both. It's so easy to cum when he imagines the faces you'd make as he unloads into you.
The hole doesn't matter, the position doesn't matter, whether or not you can be 'bred' or not doesn't matter. All that matters is the euphoric feeling that arises when he has you whimpering under him, begging for him to let go while he's still inside.
It's all he can think about some nights when he's alone, fucking his fist but knowing it does nothing in comparison to what you do. It doesn't feel the same as you. It's nothing compared to the way you make him feel. Nothing can replicate your touch, your soft words whispering in his ear, telling him exactly where you'd like his seed tonight. Whispering his name and telling him just how good he is at filling you up. The high that is hearing you moan and whimper in his ear can't be replicated.
Eventually he won't even ask where you want it anymore, because he knows the answer is inside. If you want it somewhere differently you'd better speak up soon because once he starts it might end up being too hard for him to stop. He has enough control to stop, but sometimes it's hard to care when emotions are high. You'll understand, right?
Hey what do you think different creeps moans sound like?
...hehe
TW/CW: Sexual Themes, CUM NOISES ⁉️🔊
I think BEN’s are high pitched and absolutely one of the whiniest. He can’t keep them in and he doesn’t even try to. He’s a whimpering mess that whines and cries until his throat goes raw. On the other hand I think EJ is more a heavy breather than anything. He’ll grip you harder when he’s feeling good and throw his head back with a loud exhale, so obviously trying to keep his cool.
Slender is absolutely static I don’t make the rules. Sorry. Get ready for a major fucking headache. Jeffery will be quiet at first, but eventually when he gets more comfortable or ends up feeling too good he’ll be more verbal. He’ll have heavy breathing and his face will contort in all the right ways as you make him feel good. Liu is also a whiner. His hands will be everywhere as he huffs and whines for your touches.
Toby is on the same spectrum as BEN. He won’t be able to keep his hands off of you as he twitches in pleasure. Whines that are high pitched, whimpers—all of it at once, and it never stopping for even a second. He’s verbal from start to finish. Hoodie is a grunter and a very heavy breather. He’ll let out low moans and the occasional drawn out humming sound.
