âŚjabbers done aloottt of shit- as in drugs and nothing else, âkissing-?â âNope!â..so you give jabber a taste of heaven- a good make out shesh.
now heâs addicted..so youâve gotta kiss him raw right?âŚ
a/n: gn reader as readers gender is not referred to throughout the story, you guys liked my other jabber fic so much so Iâm giving the fans what they want
âŚJABBER WONGERâŚ
âJabber, you ever kissed somebody?â âNope!â
â..not even like- a peck orrrâ ânah, why yaâ askin? Gonna give me a smooch?â He giggled, practically daring you too, but you were too busy contemplating what heâd said and wether he was lyin to get a kiss outta ya
Your piece of horn ball colleague who got hard during every sparing session? Who popped a boner every time he got beat up?? That jabber- a virgin.. really??
âyouâŚyou arenât lyin are yaââ were you really this suspicious of him??
âKekekeâ âfk him and that stupid grin which had you thinking youâd played right into his hands ânahh, why would I lie?â Coming up to you he snaked his arms around your neck, lidded eyes staring into you âsoâ ya gonna back up your question with some actionâ? Or are ya aâmhmâ
oh yeah. this is good, Both your hands cupping his faceâ Fuck, your practically begging him to fall in love, that tilt of your head, bodies pressing close, the hand on his jaw, tightening- shit heâs gonna cum his pants nowâ
âŚever since you left him with that lame kiss and embarrassing boner, heâs been hovering around ya like an annoying fly, âcome onnnâ ya ainât even use any tongue.â Heâll whine with a pout whenever heâd see you trying to work, is work more important than him??
âokay okay, if i win we kiss again.â Heâd Challenge you to a petty fight every day of the week, youâre practically used to this routine of waking up, eating and then being asked to fight ragged. every other day heâd seem to get more desperate n messed up, trying a new concoction of hallucinogens for every spar
eventually heâd had enough of his slight tweaking and just jerked up the concentration of every weird chemical mixed into his claws finally, after weeks of fighting and taking hits of poison everyday you finally slipped up and lost
âFuhhhking finallyâhahâ heâs practically pouncing on you, your head jerking back n hitting the wall you slumped at. a steady flow of blood already flowing down your forehead âshittâ yaâ know I didnât mean itttt..â the doppy grin plastered on his face saying the complete opposite of what he spoke, his own head lolled forward feeling heavy, still, it didnât stop him from crawling onto your lap and licking up your face, sharp cat like tongue lapping up your blood,
âBut yaâ look realll good like this hehe..â
dragging blood stained lips across your face to finally get his kiss, sloppy and clumsy, the taste of iron and drugs blending together âmm..hhhâ.
grabbing a hand full of his locs and pulling the fucker back you watched in a sort of daze as his throat bobbed, swallowing the mix of spit n blood in his mouth âfucking disgustingâ
âcome on mannnââ whining as he jerked his head forward to steal another kiss, instead slamming him forehead against yours ââshit- hah,â
Flipping him over, you let his head hit against the rough gravel, finally he wasnât sure how much longer he could go being so pent up, letting your hands wrap around his face, fingers tracing against his jaw as you picked his face off the floor just to smash his lips against yours âmmhfââ a muffled sound escaped as he parted his lips for you,
blood seeped into the kiss, the taste heavy on both your tongues, rough hands moved to yours, still holding his face up, he tugged your hands down onto his neck, letting them wrap around his throat,
his eyes lolled back as you chocked his breath away, tears prickling against his waterline as both his passages of air stayed blocked,
âmhfffâ mm..â his voice escaped him as his fingers dug into yours, still pressed against his neck, hungry kisses that left no room for air, eyes struggling to stay open as they rolled back into his skull, a thin layer of sweat covering his desperate body in need of oxygen
his head eventually fell backwards, breaking the kiss with stings of wet drool seeping down his chin, he tried he reallyyy did! just couldnât hold his head up any longer âhahâ hahhâŚf-ffuckâ he chocked out, a fit of coughs mixed with hiccups for air
voice coming out raspy, chest puffing up, gasping for air, tears finally escaping, wet globs rolled down his puffy cheeks, as he tugged at your hands to let go, dazed pink eyes staring up at you as he gasped up breaths
Finally letting go of his neck, letting him catch his breath you intertwined your hand with his, your own blood stained under his nails, staring up at you, vision blurry he tried saying something, but he just couldnât muster up his voice loud enough just yet, so you leaned down, placing your head near his face, letting him turn his head to the side, raspy voice whispering into your ear ây/nn- Iâ.. wanna- uh,, gimme, another- hah- kissâ could you really gonna say no after such a desperate plea? Courseâ not.
so one more time, your fingers held his drool stained chin, rubbing circles onto his jaw, right above the bruises that would soon bloom on his neck, tilting you head to place a soft kiss against his lips, plump lips raw from kissing hummed against yours âmhm..love yaââ that stupid smile mumbled out between soft kisses that let him breath in between âyeah,, me too.â
tags: dom bottom older reader, (very light) fauxcest, dad/son fauxcest, needy and whiny john...yummers, sub top john, set in s2 i think, uninterested and cold reader but he still lets homelander hit, oral (reader receiving) reader is voughtâs second in charge, overstimulating john!!! yayy!!
autor's note: this was kind of a mix of two similar requests i got hehe one of them being from @p3rvted <3 love u platonically!!
The boardroom at Vought Tower was as sterile and oppressive as ever. You sat at the head of the long table, second only to Stan Edgar himself, reviewing quarterly projections with the kind of detached precision that had earned you your position. After Madelyn Stillwellâs death, the company needed stability. You provided itâ cold, calculating, and utterly uninterested in the theatrical nonsense that surrounded Homelander and the rest of The Seven.
You had never been impressed by Homelander.
Not when he was a lab-grown golden boy throwing tantrums, not when he slaughtered his way through rivals, and certainly not now, as he paced behind your chair like a caged animal while you signed off on budget reports.
âHey.â He said, voice tight with that boyish need he tried so hard to hide. âYouâve barely looked at me all week.â
You didnât even glance up. âIâve been busy, John. Some of us actually run this company instead of playing dress-up for cameras.â
The other executives shifted uncomfortably. No one spoke to Homelander like that. No one except you.
He stopped pacing. You could feel the heat of his gaze on the back of your neck. âI need to talk to you. Alone.â
You sighed, looking at Stan Edgar for...permission, closing your folder when he smiled. âFine. Everyone out.â
The room emptied in seconds. When the door clicked shut, Homelander was on you instantly â dropping to his knees beside your chair, hands gripping your thigh with barely-restrained desperation.
âPlease.â He whispered, voice cracking. âI canât⌠I canât do this anymore. Everyoneâs afraid of me. They worship me, but they donât love me. Not like you could. JustâŚgive me something. Anything.â
You looked down at him â Americaâs greatest hero, reduced to begging at your feet. A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.
âPathetic.â You said coolly, but there was no real cruelty in it. Just observation. âThe great Homelander on his knees for an old man who doesnât even like him.â
He whimperedâactually whimpered, pressing his face against your thigh. âI know you donât. But I need you. Please, Iâll do anything.â
You sighed again, running a hand through his perfect golden hair. You knew how dangerous he was when denied. Better to give him this small mercy than risk one of his tantrums destroying half the tower.
âFine, kid.â You said, voice detached. âMy house. Tonight. Donât make me regret this.â
Your private residence was a sleek, minimalist penthouse far from Vought Tower. No cameras. No security that could be bought. Just silence and control.
Homelander arrived exactly on time, cape discarded, looking more like a lost boy than a hero.
You were already on the couch, legs spread confidently, nursing a glass of whiskey. Older, experienced, and completely unbothered by the most powerful being on the planet standing nervously in your living room.
âStrip.â You ordered calmly.
He obeyed instantly, peeling off the suit with trembling hands until he stood naked before you, cock already half-hard from anticipation.
You took a slow sip of whiskey, eyes raking over him with mild amusement. âLook at you. So eager. So needy. C'mon, boy, sit.â
He dropped to his knees between your legs without hesitation. You set the glass aside and unzipped your pants, you were already wet, maybe from the twisted nature of it all.
âC'mon, kid, get to work.â
Homelander leaned in eagerly, lapping at your cunt with a desperate moan. He was sloppy, overeager, trying too hard to please. You threaded your fingers through his hair, guiding him with firm but detached control.
âEasy.â You murmured, voice cool. âYouâre supposed to be a god, not a desperate whore. Slow down.â
He whimpered around you, trying to obey, tears already pricking the corners of his eyes. You watched him with that same slight, amused smile, the expression of a man who knew exactly how much power he held.
When you were bored of his inexperience, you pulled him off your pussy, he made a squeaky sound, like a dog being stepped on.
You thought he looked a lot like a puppy right now.
âOn the couch.â
He scrambled up, lying obediently. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
Homelander gasped, hands flying to your thighs. âFuckâ Dad, youâre soââ
You froze for half a second.
âDad? God, Vought really did a number on you...and be quiet.â You said, starting to ride him with slow, confident rolls of your hips. âYou donât speak unless I tell you to, don't want you blabbering nonsense.â
He nodded frantically, biting his lip to stay silent. His hands trembled on your thighs as you used him, riding him exactly how you wantedâ deep, controlled, merciless in your detachment.
âLook at you.â You said softly, almost conversationally, as if commenting on the weather. âThe most powerful man alive, whimpering under an old man who barely tolerates him. Pathetic.â
Homelander moaned brokenly, hips twitching up desperately. Tears slipped down his cheeks. âPlease, I need youâ I need thisâŚâ
You leaned down, gripping his jaw roughly. âI know you do. Thatâs why youâre here. Now be a good boy and shut up.â
You rode him harder, faster, chasing your own pleasure while he fell apart beneath you. He came first, with a loud, broken cry, filling you with hot pulses while sobbing your name.
You didnât stop.
You kept riding him through his orgasm, overstimulating him until he was whimpering and shaking, fresh tears streaming down his face.
âToo much, dad, pleaseâ I canâtââ
âYou can.â You said calmly, still moving. âAnd you will, son, until Iâm satisfied.â
You made him cum twice more before you finally let yourself finish, clenching around him as you rode out your own orgasm with a quiet, controlled sigh and a low groan.
When it was over, Homelander was a wreck â tear-streaked, trembling, cock still buried deep inside you. He clung to you desperately, face pressed against your chest.
âThank you.â He whispered, voice small and broken, boyish even. âThank you for wanting me...even a little.â
You stroked his hair once, almost absentmindedly, still maintaining that cool, detached expression.
âDonât get used to it, John.â You said quietly. âThis was a one time mercy.â
But even as you said it, you knew it wasnât true.
Homelander looked up at you with those wide, adoring, desperate blue eyes, and you felt the smallest flicker of something dangerously close to affection.
You sighed.
âStay the night.â You said, still sounding bored. âBut donât make noise. I have an early meeting.â
He nodded eagerly, clinging tighter, already hardening again inside you.
You decide that your darling husband has been overworking himself too much, thus you decide to plot a whole day's worth of trouble for your lovely scholar.
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âđ CW ; Middle-aged ratio, transmasc ratio, written with both ratio and reader as old, but imagine what you want, nipple sucking, pussy spanking, fingering with gloves on, incorrect use of glove(used as a plug I suppose), semi-public sex, office sex, praise, sadist reader, hickeys on the top surgery scars(ratio receiving), edging(ratio receiving), breeding(attempt at your own discretion considering this economy), slight dacryphilia (if you squint), dumbification, temperature play(brief mention)No gendered pronouns used for reader and can be read with a strap in mind, no beta we die like real men, writer is asexual, English is not my first language and ion mean that as a flex in grammar meaning this might be cooked. If I missed any, do tell.
âđ my first post is fucking smut I'm so fucking cooked bro like not even a hello?? I digress; this is best read with Southbound by Artemas in the background
Veritas Ratio was a smart man; most would consider him a paragon of intellect. He was an erudite scholar known for his knowledge in broad subjects, seeking to spread knowledge to the vast galaxies. So why was it that he was so easily dumbed down?
"Professor, Good evening," You spoke, a slight fondness in your tone, "Something the matter?"
As if you haven't been taunting him for hours. Like you weren't turning the already grey strands at the root of his scalp even whiter.
You've been taunting him for what felt like 5 system hours; A hard grip on his waist, nails digging into his waist here and there, kissing him a little too eagerly in some empty hall when his seminar concluded, and at the peak of your audacity, even pressed your thighs between his legs and pinched at his chest a few times with far too cold hands to be accidental under the pretense of 'Helping relieve stress'. Veritas was well-versed in these games you'd play. At the start, you'd go slow, pacing yourself so that by the end of it, he'd be furious, nerves lit on fire and more bothered than he'd like to admit. You knew to only tease when you were sure no one was there. Honestly, his age has gotten to him and made him far too lenient on fools who run on the dopamine rushes of sex. He was far too lenient on himself and seemed to mimic the behaviour of the individual stated, unknowingly becoming one himself.
"You know what you're doing." Veritas spat, a soft grimace though you knew it was not only light-hearted, and from the looks of the slight tremors of his hands, he was eager. Years of trained composure were lost to searing passion, simmering and boiling for hours, creating a complex flavour of confusion, irritation, and hesitant arousal. "Enlighten me."
So many years spent together, yet you get on his nerves all the same.
Veritas furrowed his brows further before pulling you close, reliving the same song and dance from earlier today and his past experiences with you. Sinking his teeth onto your lips as if you wouldn't bite back once he grew confident, a dance of who gets to outsmart the other was always how you both liked to play things to the point where even a simple kiss turned into teeth and tongue, legs between one another and to a fault, you both dumbed each other down to a level where compared to your everyday selves, would be an insult.
It didn't take long for you to win this game, as at this point, Veritas was too filled with need and eagerness to fight back, but that didn't mean he bit back his arguments any less. "Professor, such a shameless sight. Thighs spread on your co-worker's lap. Don't you have a reputation to preserve?" You'd taunt him as if that'd fluster him when all you've done all day is test his patience.
"For such an established man, you talk just as much as those who are all bark and no bite." He'd return, and that was your cue to stop talking. The formerly idle and gloved fingers dipping betwixt his thighs, trousers long forgotten in some part of your office and one leg held up by your other hand to give you easy access but even then, he was flexible but you can only do so much yourself when you're nearing your fifties. The soft fabric of those gloves of yours easily sinks in with an embarrassingly loud slick sound, soon joined by another finger due to how eager your husband has been. Cooing soft praises into his ear while you stretched him out, perfect cunt responding so well to whispered words into his ear that the scientific part of you sparked the greed of testing waters. Toying with certain keywords, kissing his reddened ear, and studying the reactions as though he was the perfect little toy. While you've done this many times before it's still a wonderful experience slowly coaxing surrender from your beloved Doctor that you can't help but try to make it a game for yourself, how loud can you make him whine, how wet can you get him without letting him cum, all of it.
It didn't take long for your deft fingers to get him to teeter on the edge, and it took even less time to notice his ticks. Reminiscent of the ticks of a countdown timer, for every second passed, a sharp click would sound; for every second inching closer to his release, his muscles would tense up, his thighs would shake a little more, and he braced himself to finish.
Unfortunately, you had other plans, and you swiftly pulled your fingers out despite knowing the consequences of your actions, potentially leading to an irritated husband in the morning if you fail to fulfil his expectations for such insolence.
"I apologise, my dear." You lied, and you weren't sorry for anything. You enjoyed breaking your husband, thoroughly. "The lights will shut off in a few minutes. Would you mind a relocation? Perhaps... somewhere well suited for this?" You asked, feigning a sweet tone and when you heard the soft grinding of your husband's teeth and the opening of his mouth that'd likely release a few whines at best and less than pleasant words at worst. Before your husband could hurl curses on you, he felt a sharp sting. His watery eyes had more wetness from the hot pain, while he could only uselessly let out a strained moan as he was in the middle of a rebut.
You softly massaged his clit, giving the area a bit of respite before landing a couple more hits while you circled the soft bud in between. "Try again," you ordered. "Y-Yes. It's alright." Your husband spoke, adopting a more docile response due to his mind still reeling from the mix of pain and pleasure.
"Good boy, so good to me, only me." You cooed whilst slowly switching places, letting him sit on your desk while you took your stained gloves. The pristine white had now turned greyish and slightly see-through. But that didn't matter; you didn't need to dispose of it now when you had the perfect place to hide the evidence of your passion. "Shhh, my love, my love, settle down. Don't finish just yet." You insisted as you slowly stuffed the satin gloves inside, keeping your beloved Doctor full and warm. At the same time, you licked the excess off, the slick wetness on your tongue to savour the fruits of your labour tasted ever sweeter. At the same time, you watched the expression of your beloved while he panted and tried to desperately look presentable enough to walk out.
Hc start | Time skip start
His chest is super sensitive. Like if you have cold hands, he'd come so fast. Like the added sensation of cold and if you were feeling nice and sucked and bit on his nipples he'd start whining from how sensitive the temp shifts are. If you don't have cold hands, dip them in ice water and rub your fingers softly onto his nipples, then when you mouth on them with your warm mouth, he'd go crazy.
Speaking of temp play, he'd likely be really sensitive, even tho he's at the age of mid-life crises. He'd love it if you used cold fingers to scissor him open, the contrast of his warmth and your cold hands and possibly your cold tongue on his clit would drive him so insane, poor thing.
Hc end | Time skip end
By the time you both got into your shared spaceship, you both couldn't keep your hands away from each other. Depravity in the way you both could hardly walk without caressing the other and dragging both of your feet. You two could be mistaken for drunks from how poorly you two could keep your balance.
Soon enough, you two arrived in your bedroom, a brief moment of separation from your kiss to shed your clothes, most of it anyway. Veritas had removed his slacks and anything that could prevent your access to his entirety and only left his button up on.
After you laid your husband onto the bed, without even bothering to remove your clothes. You spread his legs, reverence in the way you slowly removed the soaked satin from his noisy cunt before immediately placing kisses on his inner thighs, allowing a small moment of respite that was surely appreciated.
When you received the go-ahead and the proper safety precautions were set in place you finally latched your mouth onto your lover's clit, mouthing expertly on the bud while your ungloved hand, the same one you used to torture him earlier, stuffed him full again earning a more free sound. Inhibitions now long forgotten Veritas freely expressed himself, calloused hands, dry from years of sterilisation and soap now sit clammy on your head, gripping so tightly and lifting his own slightly to grind into your mouth, you allowed him to take control of this, getting off on his own pace as a reward for enduring the walk from your office to here.
You worship in the way you reciprocated Veritas' fervour, not letting a single drop go to waste when he finally came into your mouth, and you lapped it up like it was a gift from the Aeons, like a man in the desert with ambrosia. You switched your mouth for your fingers and vice versa, your mouth savouring the taste while your hands rubbed tight circles around the bud, prolonging the orgasm until your lover let go of your hair and you could properly rise.
Veritas had a fucked out expression, chest heaving so wonderfully and with a head tilted to the left. He could feel the faint pulse of his climax along with the beating of his heart, hammering against his ears from the adrenaline. He bonelessly reached out for you, kissing you and tasting himself on his tongue while you buried yourself deep inside of him, a slow pace despite the preparations made beforehand not to stimulate your beloved thoughtlessly. You instead allowed him to adjust while you parted from his lips and tenderly sucked on his chest, resting him for a bit without ceasing completely.
You nipped softly at the scars on his body; some were bites, teeth, and bruises from previous times spent loving each other, but the ones you paid special attention to were the ones you knew made Veritas cry out. You teethed on his top surgery scars, canines scratching tenderly against the healed flesh and making new hickeys on the scars, decorating it with your marks of affection like verbatim from how often you do this, how much you love this, how you both enjoy this.
Soft whines came from Veritas' lips, what was once a stern and cold professor now laid a boneless mess, mind-reeling from the pleasure, especially when you rubbed at the sensitive and delicately bruising skin, touching just a few inches shy from his nipples and slightly scratching your nails against his flesh, alternating between the pads of your pointer finger and the tip of your trimmed nails until you suddenly pinched and tweaked at the bud on his chest, the delightful squeeze only making his eyes watery and a slight grimace form on your darling professor's face.
You saw a sharp glare get shot in your direction, clearly Veritas' way of warning you to stop playing with him, but it certainly just felt like a far cry from the typical expression your beloved wore that made students nervous. No, you couldn't be afraid, not when you heard the soft whispers of his voice, when he panted, when you saw the way his blush extended to his ears and bridge of his Greek nose.
Situations like this reminded you how beautiful your husband was as if the very sight of his wasn't reminder enough; you thought how lucky you were, having someone who was equal parts the magnum opus and the begetter. It just solidified something for you; if Veritas was an art piece, his artist must have loved him dearly.
His breathing hitched when you began to move, tantalising with the slow pacing you rewarded(tortured) him. Lithe fingers expertly rubbing tight circles against his clit while providing a soft and slow pace, like tired mornings awoken so sinfully with desire and spent together a lazy and yet almost too stimulating pace that had him feeling like cotton stuffed his head and static filled his ears.
It wasn't long until the two of you were coming, hips stuttering. The loud sounds coming from Veritas were growing loud as desperate pleas along the lines of begging for more and not to stop fell from his lips like shrill whines. At the same time, you could only shush him, reassuring him you're not that cruel just yet until you both came, sticky fluids and a pleasing warmth grew in your husband's stomach, breeding him so well while his overworked head grew empty and hazy. At the same time, you continued soothing him while you rutted your hips, slowing down until you were just barely grinding and prolonging both of your orgasms.
âđ Hey chat, I don't really know how to end this, but I really hope you guys liked this, and I'm rlly lonely you guys should deff msg me>, <
...At first this was just another way to relax, y'know let out some stress from the akademia..but it seems the cold wanderer has gone soft..gn!reader...credits[kiyoshue] on insta
...the wanderer...
Something isn't right, it doesn't feel right. It's not his first time, you're not taking his virginity or some shit, hell- this isn't even the first time you two fucked. But something about the mood, this fuck session was...off.
Your thrusts were deep and- slow, which- wasn't entirely unusual maybe you're tired? You sometimes go slower when you start- no. Fuck, it was a few hours into your fuck session and the entire time you went so deep!
You went fast when he whined for it you kept at a pace most pleasurable to him. Why? It- it wasn't like he was your boyfriend or some shit. You didn't need to be all sappy and slow, hah, did you lose your touch?
Why're you touching him like- like he's delicate. Soft and- like you- fuck who do you think he is? He's the wanderer he doesn't need to be treated softly, he can handle it. He can fuck. He won't break he can endure it, he- so why does he like it. All soft 'n shit.
"Have y-you gone soft on mhm- me." He finally built up the courage to confront you about your weird..behaviour
Bringing your hand up, you touch his face, his cheek. You didn't slap him even though he flinched as his face tightened in preparation for that. "You're the one, who's gone fkin soft." He's crying. globs of tears flowing down his numb face, fuck. Why's he crying?? You aren't going rough so he has no excuse. Shit. Maybe he has gotten soft on you.
He- he doesn't know what to say- or do- shit. Are you gonna stop? Leave him like this? He's pretty useless if he can't handle you, fuck who would've imagined him, of all people melting into your soft touches crying over some basic decency.
"I- uh mm..hic..I don't-..uh..mm hic-" shit what is he doing? Looking up at you, trying to formulate a sentence as his stream of tears turn into rivers, drool dripping down his lips, as his mouth opens and closes like some damn fish. Looking up at you with his glossed-over eyes, his body seems to pull away from you, trying to curl up into himself.
Since your...arrangement started, there were only two rules, no catching feelings, and- no kissing on the lips, made to protect the first rule. You've wanted to break it many times yet never had the guts to cross that line, yet, here you are. Lips pressed flush against his as he pulls you back into him, closer. This time curling into you rather than himself, arms around your shoulder and back as you break away, shock prevalent in those glazed eyes, and a gling of something else too.
"fuuuck, wanderer. Maybe- hah..maybe I am the one going soft after all."
âŚhe couldnât believe it- him being tutored?? Heâd just lagged behind in one topic why would his professor assign him a tutor? Oh heâs definitely not going to make it easy on them-..on another note whyâs his tutor using him as an example of the human body in stressâŚ
soâŚI rewatched aot and I was reminded of my love for my femboy twinkâŚcredits art [musapylsa]
âŚNERD! ArminâŚ
that nerdy boy sat just opposite to you, his eyes tilted downwards, his glasses teetering at the edge of his nose his shoulders slumped forwards as he stared at the desk in front, perhaps in shame? Howâd he end up here, but regardless ever the egoless he started âwell, I guess we should start with what Iâm weakest..I already compiled a list for you-â
itâs not like you were listening for long though, eyeing the sharp piercing that would shine through every time he opened his mouth- spilling a slurry of words that fell on your deaf ears.
you know he has his walls, but these types of boys are the funnest to break, just some patience.
what a dumb excuse he probably wanted this didnât he? Something about the glands and muscles in his mouth something about pointing them out, so he licked his lips glossy with saliva, opening up- just a bit. hesitance written on his face his dumb little glasses falling ever forward.
his chocked out face in just adorable, eyes closing as tongue stuck out slightly, shoving two fingers in his unprepared mouth, causing him to chock out tears bitting down suddenly and opening up wider just as quickly to say his sorry, but you donât even react sitting there with the same expression, as if nothing had happened
he sits there fighting, his hands wondering his lap as his legs rub together he sits there begging his stupid little self to not droll too much, to no avail as droll drips down his chapped lips and gathers down his chin, falling in silent drops all too audible in the ever quite room,
Hey isnât this supposed to be a learning moment? yâknow..pointing out the different stuff and what notâ but all he can do his keep his mouth open his jaw aching as tears threaten to spill as you keep poking around.
fingers going up and down the sides of his mouth, catching onto his tongue as you and prod.
fingers going around the metal piercing andâ tugging and it, pulling the newly done piercing, tugging it from its healing place he swears youâll draw blood, âmhm..ah!â n..no sstop- please?â His words slurred by your fingers globs of tears now spilling down the sides of his puffed up cheeks,
his hands finally moving from his lap as they held unto your wrist in a plea, shaky hands at your wrist globs of tears down his red painted cheeks and a mouth sucking at the two fingers stuffed deep in, what a sight. You had to savor it right?
his eyes go wide at the snap of the pic, head jerking back kept in place by the way you held his tongue. âKnew there was no way you got to the top of the class on your own, slutty mouth mustâve help yaâ out a lot huh?â
blurry eyes blink up at you, glossed over with tears, his glasses long fallen, howâd he end here? Heâs the top of his class he didnât need anyoneâs help! He didnât doâanything youâre suggesting!
âyour jaw gettin tired baby? Want me to hold it up foâ you?â Huhhh?? What, heâs not- no- âknew you were a slut, huh that little piercing of yours gives it all awayâ
But thatâs not true! You know that! Heâd tell you, but every time he tries to muster out sound his pink lips stretch out in another whine, armins got a feeling heâs gonna be stretched out the next couple of weeks.
How do you feel about Choso from jjk? He's literally so fucking pretty, maybe it was the cool lighting in the episode but bro is majestic. I need to fuck him dumb so bad until he's babbling and his mind is so gone.
Yeah but that's me, how do you feel about him?
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DUMB- choso
...I feel the same ml, pretty sure this is gender neutral since I didn't use any pronouns for the reader, if I did feel free to inform me!...pic credits..sybbatra
...choso...
Choso is a pretty tame person, he's had limited contact with people so Imagine this hundred of years old curse who has never slept with anyone,
He's so pretty, isn't he? He definitely throws his head back while you're fucking him. Deep breathy moans and when he's really far gone he starts whining and pleading with you, what's he pleading for? He doesn't know. He just is.
Fuck him on your lap facing him towards a mirror, he's far too embarrassed to look. Throwing his head back onto your shoulder, his hot breath tickles your neck while he moans and whines right into your ear.
Getting too embarrassed by moaning into you, he's forced to look forward, to look at himself being fucked dumb it's so embarrassing he starts crying from shame! Cute darling is now crying into your neck, hiding his face in shame.
"aww... what's wrong soso-..? Hm?" fuck. He hates that nickname- no, he loves it. What? He hates it when you act dumb. "..so mean..y-you're-..s-so meAN-!" cutting off his babbling by suddenly grabbing and jerking his sloppy dick
It's tip is a raging red. It looks so silly.
His long hair flows down his neck and over your shoulder and back as he rests his head there. You jerk his dick a few times before letting it go, his hard-on slaps against his stomach with a wet sound, it makes you chuckle, while he whines at the sound. You're really so mean!!
His muscles tense up, he's really so close! You can tell. It's like clockwork how his body acts the same way before every release, you have its pattern memorized.
Tensing up, his mouth falls dry, and his breath hitches. He convulses, slightly shivering as his body slumps back into you.
His hand reaches out towards yours, and he grabs at it, tugging it, shaking his head he mumbles out "Mhm..n-no more...please, I've-...I've had enough, it's enough experimenting- f-..for today." He finds the energy to turn his head and look over at you. His eyes glossed over as he tries finding mercy in yours.
Sighing, you shake your head, getting a strained whine from him "I told you, we'll fuck until you can't speak- but it seems my pretty boyfriend here is quite coherent and able to make sense of things. We can't have that can we?"
You're so mean, so very mean. But he loves you, and he loves how you make him feel, so he takes a deep breath as he nods squeezing his eyes shut as he pouts his lips, he at least wants a kiss from you before you ravage him again!
...you make him feel many things, but being breathless is one he makes you feel...he makes you feel breathless something you can't make him feel...
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...wanderer...
He doesn't know what gotten into you, you say that you miss him, you're just tired. But you'll eat him whole at this rate!
Encircling your arms from behind around your darlings waist, shoving your face in the crevice of his neck. "What the fu-" he tries pushing you away, at the start that is. He always does, acting annoyed as if he isn't enjoying himself.
"Ah- mhm..I told you don't do that..." Soft noises as you kiss the electro symbol on his nape. His groans of annoyance turning into breathy giggles. he tries to hide them so hard.
Soft giggles as you kiss the sides of his face, biting softly at the flesh of his cheek.
Turning around in your arms as his encircle you, "I want one here too." In a whisper is how he voices his desires, his lips are cold, so very cold. He's a lifeless puppet after all. He's cold, and- he doesn't need to breathe.
You- on the other hand...
You love making your darling cry out for you, whine, and be just so shaky to the touch for you. But, to your dismay, you can't make your darling breathless. That's the one thing he beats you at every time.
You might press him back against the counter, but as he pushes against your lips you can't help but be pushed back yourself.
It's like he's restless, the yearning for touch and want is being completed after a painful 500 years, he doesn't want to part, he wants to do this for yet another eternity.
Trying to pull away, he seeks you out immediately again, grabbing at your collar as if he would let go, so would you slip from his fingers,
"mhm-, ah!" Grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking it back, panting breathlessly "my darl' you-..might not need to breath- but I do- hah." Soft giggles erupt from his throat, Ah- he loves seeing you breathless. Just for him.
Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao
IDOL!- Xiao x reader
OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.
Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.
Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!
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...Xiao...
He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,
They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.
"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.
He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.
"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,
He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.
"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.
"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."
"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"
Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area
"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"
Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"
It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.
Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"
He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.
Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."
That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.
His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.
Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.
Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.
"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"
"you can only take those photos for me. I get to see them. No one else."
