» looking like a cute couple in the outside while being a sex toy in doors, mean!reader, rought sex, mentions of fingering, marking, semi-public sex, creampie
જ⁀➴ Dan Heng
Dan Heng is a caring man, he is always looking after you and sometimes even stopping you from being reckless, he has grown so close to you that in the outside anyone can say that you two are really cute together, after all it seems like innocent and pure love just by seeing you two interact and go throught the day, specially during expeditions of the astral express, but how can people not think of that way about you two? After all, Dan Heng is such a good boy. He still finds it in himself to feel embarrased of himself, of not only how much power you hold over him but also how easy it is for you to turn him on, but he will be damed if he ever said no to you, after all if he really had problems with it he would have put a stop to it long ago, he would have stop hearing to your every comand already, he wouldn't allow you to hold him from behind and let your hands play with his body the way you want when he tries to focus on the archives, if he truly wanted he would push you away instead of moving his body for you, he wouldn't arch his back and raise his hips in chase after you, he wouldn't move his head to let you have access to his neck, he wouldn't lift his own clothes and spread his legs when you tell him to do it, if he really wanted he wouldn't be in this situation, but if he had say no back then he would have be deprived of the bliss that it is to have your hands on him, the absolute bliss it is that is having you fingering his hole, to have you working on his own cock or even bending him over, to push him against a wall, to have you stretching his inside and proclaming him as yours with every thrust, the torture it is to let you do everything you want when you want it, to have you ignoring his complains about how other may find out or how you simply don't let him have a rest if you don't want to stop, what a blissful torture, aeons, he would have never guessed how good it would feel, even if he has to beg and follow instructions, even if he has to kneel down before you or be marked until his whole body is covered, he doesn't care because everything is more than worthy for the pleasure you bring him, of the way you fuck him that always manage to make him see stars
જ⁀➴ Mydeimos
It is quite subtle the way he express not only his love but also his soft spot for you, after all the way you two are always together gives away a bit the way he is always lingering close, the way he is actually paying attention to everything you say and even if there are times where he ends up glaring or even calling you an idiot both know that he would never mean it, and even if there are times when despite being quite subtle he ends up teased by the others Chrysos Heirs, but it isn't like that will stop him, after all nothing can stop him from staying close from you, to hearing your every words because for him it is a pleasure. It isn't that he cares much about what others may think of him but he isn't exactly looking forward for the others to know the power you hold over him, of course even if they find out it would be really hard to imagine it, after all only you have the power to give orders to the prince of Kremnos, the only one who holds the power to make the legs of the undying Mydeimos tremble and even almost give up, to make the warrior who grow up in battlefield feel like it is too much all because you can be so cruel when you want to, because you hold the power to make him kneel before you, to open his legs if you please, of push him down and raise his hips just for you, to make him to take you until he can't handle it anymore, until his mind becomes all fuzzy and his body moves just out of instinct, or perhaps if you are in the mood you can make him put those pretty lips of him to use just for you, and he will forever happily obligate because nothing in this life can make him feel so full and satisfied, nothing can drain him and still make his body beg for more like when you use him for your pleasure, because his body won't break and you are able to take full advantage of that, even when his mind may not be as stronge as his body and he will end up drunk and drooling over how good it feels
જ⁀➴ Gallagher
How shameless he can be just lead him to be incredibly open with his love for you, leading him to have a lot of small gestures that are incredibly loving, always pouring you a drink when he knows you need it, fixing your clothes without saying anything, gently placing the lose strays of your hair behind your ear and sometimes even just caressing your cheek out of pure adoration, there is not the slightest doubt of the love he holds for you, but just as he has no shame on openly love you he doesn't have even the slightest bit of shame when it comes to follow your ever order. When it is only you two and when you start touching him with that lustgul hunger of yours Gallagher becomes the most obedient lover you could ever ask for, it is just that you always make him feel so good, that no matter if you decide to threat him roughtly or painfully gentle, if you decide to be kind and love him with gentle kisses or tie down his hands and spank him until his skin is all red, he doesn't really care because you always make him reach cloud nine, because you have a way to touch him that always drives him crazy, because letting you have your fun using him always means that he will be filled, that his sweet spot will be kissed by your tip more times that how he can count and that you seed will be dripping from his holw at the end, that his body will be shaking and aching because of how much you love him, because you find his body attract him enough to use him like a pretty doll until he is completely overwhelmed and drained, until his voice is so broken that he can't moan anymore and still you will find a way to fuck him in a way that will still manage to make his voice come out, you have free pass to use him as much as you want, his mind, body and soul is for you to use and enjoy how you must because at the end, there is no doubt that he will enjoy it too
The way I want & need to fuck an old man (help @nvllxiety you infected me)
Humiliated and embarrass him by bending him over and breed him as someone younger. He’s just so ashamed to be the bottom when it’s normally the other way around. But god does it feel good, all the shame and pleasure is just too good to not indulge in!
Normally he gets all the respect from you and others, since he has a higher position and more experience, but now he’s whimpering and moaning on your dick, begging you to be more gentle, all while you are whispering dirty names into his ear. That’s so disrespectful, stop it, he might cry… that’d be even more embarrassing no? You wouldn’t want to see an older guy cry would you?— he’s absolutely beautiful when he cries
He isn’t in his best shape anymore, so don’t be so rough! Please be more careful, or you might break him! If you keep going so fast, you’ll blow his back! How could you make an old man like him arch so much? God, and don’t leave so many hickeys, people will think he’s a pervert :(
Expect to hear him complain about his butt and back the next day ♡.
heh...hey...you should like..write i gallagher x reader fic. erm...gulps...and like...can you include some..about size difference...gulps..please...
Throw a dog a bone
After a particularly grueling day of work, Gallagher decides to relieve himself after weeks without your touch.
—🎕 WC ; 2k
—🎕 CW ; underwear sniffing, choking, make shift collar(tie), pet kink, self deprication(Gallagher), masochist Gallagher, sadist Reader, vers Gallagher, vers Reader, power bottom Gallagher, caught masterbating(Gallagher), dog commands, blowjob(Reader receiving), handjob(Reader receiving), gagging(Gallagher), humiliation kink, No gendered pronouns used for reader but written with reader with a dick in mind, Ngl reader has some issues and is quick to be irritated and quick to calm down, 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.
—🎕 Travis bffr. Also he dmed me on discord about it and asked me to add some stuff mainly underwear sniffing. So js to set the record straight he req it, not me.
—🎕 @yyuukkiioo HAPPY (late)BIRTHDAY GANG <33 ILYSM(01/04)
Gallagher thought he was better than this, y'know, not like those other dogs in the streets who'd salivate at the thought of a woman's touch, but fuck does he feel just like those low lives.
The bartender has been so patient, like a dog waiting at the foot of its owner, a few seconds before a treat. He was supposed to be patiently waiting for you to come home. Still, the pent-up anger from the patrol and the stress from bartending left him needy, Needy enough to dig through the house, rummaging for anything he could use, only to leave him with 2 pieces of your underwear, one to bury his nose in, practically drooling. At the same time, he shoved his right hand in his pants, freeing his erection and palming his fist with the 2nd wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock.
He fully knows this was awful, depraved behavior coming from someone with a loving partner but he can't help but angrily fist his cock with callused and big hands, getting the piece of underwear slick with his pre, honestly if he weren't so lust-driven he would feel a bit of shame, just a little.
Gallagher slowly shut his eye, nose scrunching as he felt a bit of annoyance; the pleasure wasn't enough for someone so hazy. Frustration as he tightens his grip on himself, desperate to mimic your touch soft and small hands compared to his hands hardened by labour and entirely too big thus ruining the immersion but his salvation is the tiny fantasies he'd lost himself when he was on his shift coming back full force, into images in his head of what it'd be like fucking you later tonight knowing what he just did, defiling your underwear with his come and drool because he can't keep his dick in his pants and his mouth shut when thinking of you always leaves a sour taste in his mouth knowing he wasn't buried so deep inside you.
But at some point during his perverse fantasies, you'd come home unbeknownst to him. Gallagher realized this when he was letting out gruff moans about the filthy shit he'd do to you, and suddenly getting a response.
"Fuck.. sweetheart the shit I'd do to you..." He'd mutter into the cloth when taking a deep breath, "Enjoying yourself, Gallagher?" you'd interrupt, making your lover drop the item he held so close to his face, but he didn't stop stroking himself though, sure he was ashamed but he didn't want to break his inch closer to his orgasm.
"Sweetheart, didn't expect to see you home," he cut himself off, a pant escaping as he continued fucking his fist, "S-so early." he continued as if he wasn't letting out little noises, and he did it with a dirty grin too, unashamed in being caught.
Soon, you got tired of just watching the pathetic bastard and settled on the bed in front of him, momentarily making him pause his hand and stare at you with confused eyes. "Don't worry about me; continue," you said as if you weren't already trailing your nail on the dip of his collarbone and up to his Adam's apple.
"How could I do that? With a feast like you in front of me," he said with all the confidence in the world for someone in such a shameful position.
You only hummed in acknowledgment while you tauntingly dragged your hand, brushing your fingers on his loose tie before fastening it, the messy knot tightening around his throat while you wrapped the velvet around your fist and tugged hard. enough for the man before you to stumble closer, sitting on his knees infront of you while he gave you a strained grin and lazily stroked himself.
"For such an old dog you sure know a lot of new tricks." he could only shrug and swallow before you let go of his tie and he scrambled to press his free hand onto his neck while his cock twitched uselessly in his hands, getting off on the lack of oxygen to his head and the way that it's you doing this to him, punishing him for being such a desperate bastard.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, you can't ask a dog to sit all day." a poor excuse, but the way he smiled at you almost instantaneously once he was done gasping for air was a testament that he wasn't sorry for shit.
You scoffed at his excuse before repeating the motion from earlier, tightening his tie and wrapping the velvet around your hand and tugging him forward, but this time you placed your hands over his neck, tightening your hold onto his neck and pressing down hard, enough to hurt, and honestly if he wasn't so good at controlling himself he'd be coming his brains out already.
Ever the opportunistic bastard, eager to get his dick wet he began to fuck his hand more while you observed, glaring and looking at him so judgingly it sent a shiver up his spine.
It didn't take long for him to come at all, just a few tight strokes and he was coming undone, his body was shaking and his head felt so cotton stuffed and static filled that he didn't notice when you let go of his neck and when he leaned his head on your thighs, too preoccupied with prolonging his orgasm and feeling good.
Soon, watery eyes looked up to meet yours, a small grimace to how sensitive he felt, but that was to be expected.
"Feeling like letting an old dog return the favour?" He offered, already salivating when you slipped your thumb in, prying his jaw open and sliding your cock into his awaiting mouth. He loved this feeling, the pleasant weight in his mouth and the pleased expression on your face when he gagged on your cock, unable to help the gag reflex so he used it to his advantage, even though he genuinely felt like passing out at times it was fine if it meant getting your come down his throat.
You swiftly gripped a fistful of Gallagher's hair and in turn he grabs hold of your thighs, engulfed by his big hands while he swallows your cock, trying to hold onto some semblance of power in this dynamic but the comforting warmth and the way he's already laying you down onto the bed made your stubbornness suddenly slip, dominance swiftly escaping your fingertips as Gallagher expertly took your entirety in his mouth, leaving no inch left and used his gagging as a weapon, he didn't even tear up anymore, too used to your length filling the back of his mouth and the reward of your now docile manner.
The strength in his hands made it easy for him to pull your clothes off, tugging at the irritating fabric and gaining access to you—your perfect body all his.
Momentarily, he pulled his mouth away for just a moment to slobber all over his thick fingers, a mix of cum and saliva to stretch you out so wonderfully before mouthing on your cock again, like how a dog would chew on his favourite toy, Gallagher devoured you like a starved mutt. Stimulation shocked your brain in a way that made you hazy and breathless from how he hallowed his mouth and his fingers scissored at you, hitting spots that made your eyes roll back so sweetly for him, making his ego surge and get even more motivated.
His thick fingers made you feel like the stars were decorating the ceiling; the stretch burned so well you almost couldn't tell it hurt. Almost.
As time went on, you felt your eyes water, and for you to feel that pulse and twitch that made Gallagher unexpectedly gag a few times before you spilled inside of him, feeling him swallow as you go but failing to contain the slick drops of come that couldn't get swallowed. He was always a messy eater.
"Gallagher, c'mere..." You groaned, wiping the little drops of your come from the corner of his lips while he licked his fingers like he was going down on those floatdisc burgers or halovian wing burgers. The sight of the famed bartender dealing damage to your lust-driven mind, leaving you twitching and ready for more.
"Gallagher, continue." You ordered, still retaining your mindset as the 'Master' in the relationship, and Gallagher happily obliged. He wrapped his hand under one of your legs and spread your legs apart while he entered, the intrusion already causing your body that was still reeling from the earlier orgasm to writhe, leaving you to grip at the blankets. Still unused to the stretch despite the preparation.
Gallagher brushed his thick hands over your waist, gripping down and feeling the flesh under, the way it was slightly tensing while he slowly burrowed himself deep inside you. Slowly grinding mindlessly to help you get used to whilst toying with the pulsing tip, the bartender loved testing waters after all even until tears beaded at your waterline he still continued to languidly use his hand to stroke you.
Perhaps Gallagher had forgotten his place. Your hands swiftly ensnared its deft fingers around Gallagher's neck, reminding him of his earlier transgressions, and he almost preens at the feeling of gaining your irritation. As much as Gallagher likes playing an obedient old dog, as much as you like playing the forgiving Master, you both can not help but return to your primary nature, bathed in sin you both can not help but play rough.
Tongue and teeth crashing together as that fire reigniting and akin to a ticking bomb, when you sunk your teeth into Gallagher's neck he knew he was a dead man, in a sense he knew he couldn't last much longer. Dick twitching inside you wildly while he rutted into your like a fervour you'd only seen a few times before.
"Gallagher, wait." You ordered when you parted lips for a moment, reminding him to wait, but he instead smirked and crashed his lips against yours, sinking his teeth on your lips, chewing on the skin not enough to hurt too bad but enough to show rebellion.
You, of course, had no choice but to flip the two of you over, seriously digging your nails onto his neck with one hand whilst the other guided his twitching cock inside of you while you continued the pace for him.
Furiously, you slammed yourself up and down the large man, feeling so full with his length almost poking just below your stomach while leaning forward just enough so that mutt could stare at you, dazed and devotion in his mind, reflected in the way his eyes watered as if gazing at The Harmony THEMSELVES. The lack of air to his mind and the digging sting of your nails around his throat made his trecherous body twitch from the thighs, to his clammy hands, and sensitive cock.
"It seems there's still some," You began as the sinew in your stomach tightens taut at the feeling of every twitch of the hound's cock, "disobedience I've yet to root out," you said sternly, nevermind the way you faltered at each reaction his body elicited from yours.
You gradually softened your grip from his neck, settling for a small press of your fingers onto either ends of his neck, slightly restricting blood flow to his head.
Gallagher mulled over his response for a few minutes before indulging in submission, "Sweetheart, 'm sorry," he began, mapping out his choice of words before settling with, "This old dog'll be good to you, please." and against your better judgement, you believe him. Snearing a scoff and you began to pace yourself again, forgiving easily when your mind is so hazy with thoughts of his come inside of you, of coming yet again. After all, Gallagher wasn't the only one affected by need after these long weeks without each other.
You leaned back, putting effort into riding him while he guided your hips, deliciously pushing each other to the edge as you continued to ride out both of your highs, even when your hound bucked his hips up to spill his seed further into your stomach, whining like how a real dog would and softly pushing his thumb against the tense muscle fluttering on his cock. Making you halt your movement and finally allow yourself to savour the feeling.
You leaned down and kissed his awaiting lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip while you steadied your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and embracing your lover affectionately with him buried deep inside.
—🎕 Hey gang... I apologize for my prank yesterday... Will you forgive me...? (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)
notes: @lufenianwol you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me gallagher’s leaked idle animation didn’t you, you gayyyy🫵🏳️🌈 (im gay too😔)
sigh…
another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.
but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.
or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you won’t say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at “restocking” some of the alcohol at the backrooms.
at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.
he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.
shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.
finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagher’s show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.
“[n-name]…” the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you weren’t the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.
“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, putting down the bottle on where it’s supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.
“w-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. we’re running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridge” he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.
as if you needed the heads-up.
“alright. you can go first, i’ll come after you once i wipe my hands” you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read “staff only”. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.
soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the “staff only” part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign “backrooms”. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.
“woah woah, puppy. easy now. what’s going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?” you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagher’s shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.
“c-can’t… [name], please, help me… ‘s so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!” gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldn’t even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.
you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.
immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesn’t even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.
“shh shh, puppy. the door isn’t locked, remember?” you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.
one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?
apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.
"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaasshee♡︎!! ungh!! guuunnhg♥︎♥︎! p-pretty pleaaseee♡︎?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.
in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.
with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.
"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.
"wan' more... wan' you♥︎" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.
i was so fuckin . angry and sick and decided to take it out on gallagher . im so sorry my darling .. i was SEETHING . < : (
drabble
wc — ~350
pairing — reader x gallagher
contains — dom top reader , sub bottom char , afab gallagher , mtf reader , hate sex ( ? more like angry sex idk ) , chocking ( with his tie ) , degrading , semi public ( in his closed bar ) , dubcon , headlock
this shit is written like a hentai hep me
the bartender clawed at the wooden counter, one hand desperately itching onto the red-pink tie tightly secured on his neck as you pulled and pulled tighter — constructing his oxygen, only to let go when you could tell he was about to pass out. your cock slamming into his sloppy cunt, letting slick drip down onto his thighs and the floor below.
“ghnK – haa .. can'hh – uhg..”
“can’t breathe?” you mock, loosening the tie just enough for him to breathe in some air, then tightening it right back. the action made his pussy clamp down hungrily on your cock — his eyes rolling and back arching. his legs felt like they were about to give in..
choked out moans spilled out of his pretty lips, his hair was a mess. but his hips couldn’t help and meet your thrusts like a desperate little whore.
you tugged hard, leaning down right into his ear. “you’re so fuckin’ wet — like cheap slut. do you see yourself right now?” gallagher couldn’t even string out a proper response. his head was complete mush — nothing in that brain except the hard thrusts of your cock into his hole.
finally — you untie it. letting his head hang low. the bartender took heavy, shaky breaths as he was finally able to breathe properly in the past hour. his legs shaking, cunt still greedily sucking in your cock. only for you to grab a fistful of his hair and slam his head down onto the table. hooking an arm on his neck.
— and then, squeeze.
“hhaghcK—?!” his airways were closed off again. far harder than his tie — he could only paw at the arm around his neck, brain too fucked out to actually fight back.
he’s gonna die. he’s gonna fucking die. he can’t —
he felt your arm loosen, just a little bit of relief washing over him — till he felt your hot cum spilling into him. coating his gummy walls with your seed. the feeling made him see stars. feeling himself cum as it rushed inside of him.
you bit the back of his neck, hard — enough to draw some blood as you came deep and hard into him. “you’re like a dumb bitch in heat, you know that, right?”
when i searched for 'sub gallagher' and i found sub reader instead... BITCH I AINT PLAYING IM DESPERATE I NEED TO FUCK THAT MAN REAL BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND
if your requests are open could you do hsr men (your choice but maybe aven gallagher and sunday?) with a reader whose mostly numb to sex but enjoys the intimacy of it? like service top vibes for reader? /nf
Dom!reader x Sub!aventurine/Gallagher/Sunday
Warning: teasing, pet names, pet play (a little), dacryphilia, body worship (?), blushy characters hehe
Sure, I think a little mix of a fic & hc would fit. But I’m not sure if I captured what you wanted that well?
Aventurine
- oh he’d be into a service top, absolutely
- he’s brat in bed and loves having your attention on him, likes being on the receiving end too
- not quite a pillow princess yet, but close
- and he loves to have you take care of his every need like that
- to have someone who takes all the time in the world just to make him feel good? Isn’t that just perfect?
- would take it a bit too far and order you around, it’s up to you if you want to humour him
- tries to stay composed for a while, but after hitting his limit, his grinning while grinding back against you
- would also tell you all his favourite spots
- he kind of gets addicted to the pleasure, to the fleeting thrill and happiness
- but the thing he likes the most would be your devoted gaze, the way you focus on him
- probably because you aren’t taking from him, and just giving
“Ah- not there, haha~ a little lower.” Aven chuckled, guiding your hand from his hip to his thigh, smirking, “now’s perfect. Hold me there.” You did as he wanted, since it wasn’t such a big deal. He was laying on his back, legs spread out shamelessly. Though the faint blush on his face betrayed his confidence, lips trembling as he asked, “Whats wrong? You aren’t saying anything. Cat got your tongue?”
You pulled one of his legs up, just enough to make him fold it, the other hand lingering on his inner thighs. “I’m trying to remember all this.” His brows twitched, and he narrowed his eyes teasingly. “Taking in the view, huh?” The Blondie shifted, causing you to dig your fingers more into his thighs. “Don’t be shy, you can touch properly.” You moved that hand away to stroke his face while holding his gaze, “I can’t deny it’s a beautiful sight,…”
Yet you took a small break before finishing your sentence, smiling, “…but I meant how to satisfy you the best.” Aven’s blush deepened, and he hesitated, averting his eyes for a moment to whisper ‘fuck’ beneath his breath. When he turned back, he smiled cheekily, failing to make it look real as he groaned, “you are really dedicated…huh?”
Gallagher
- he’s just an old man, don’t let him work too much /j
- jokes aside, he only acts lazy, though the one thing he’d always do is probably performing oral
- anyhow, he’s got no problem doing both, he likes what you like, but it might get awkward when you ask for feedback
- “I’m sure I must have liked it” - like wdym you must have?! Do you not know??
- getting taken care of does embarrass him a little, he’s not used to it
- the tingles make him a bit nervous, and when he gets nervous he laughs, chuckling while teasing you
- I can see him liking it, but the thing he likes the most is seeing you satisfied/happy
- so he follows orders really well! And might ask you if there’s really nothing he can do for you
- wouldnt make many comments, doesnt have any mentionable none-erotic-zones (his sensitivity is averge, maybe a bit more in his chest)
- really, he likes what you like
“Well, you seem to enjoy it, so I do too.” Gallagher said, sitting upright with you positioned between his legs. Your hands were groping his chest. “…I was asking what you liked.” You repeated, fingers squeezing the tender flesh. He still seemed quite composed as he replied, “and I’m pretty sure I answered.” Tsk, such a cheeky response when he knew you weren’t content with his answer.
When you manoeuvred your hand to slide down his chest, stopping once your fingertips reached his pelvis, his the corners of his sheepish smile twitched upwards. “You sure you want me to lay back and do nothing?” After a while, he asked, already pushing himself up with his arms. “I’m sure of it.” You’d say while pressing down on his chest, the other hand slowly dipping underneath his pants. “So keep your hands over your head, hound.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice for him to obey, arms stretched above him, clenching the sheets to ground himself. His expression revealed a tad of unease, and he glanced down at your hands, stroking him, prodding at his skin. Then he turned his attention back to you, observing your smiling face. “..What now?” He almost whispered the question, muscles straining under his effort to stay put. “Now? All that’s left is for you to be a good dog.”
Sunday
- that’s actually a pillow princess
- he could deny it, try to be more active, but at his core? He is one
- gets overstimulated so easily, and when he does, he just lose control of his body, so he literally has horrible coordination
- the best course of action is to lay him down while doing everything for him
- and he moans so prettily while looking embarrassed~
- so yea, a service dom would fit him quite well, wreck that cute little thing
- he’s really into praise too, wants you to compliment his looks, what he does and reassure him
- guess he’s still kind of obsessing over his looks, huh?
- cries while muffling his voice, and he just takes everything you give, doesn’t make demands
- well, mostly because his poor little bird brain melts too fast once your hands are on his body
- but he’ll ask if there’s anything he can do for you, and nod in understanding if you say no
“W-wait.. that tingles—?!” Sunday hugged the pillow even closer, smashing his face into the softness of it. His legs buckled under him as you made him raise his ass up. He was still wearing his pants, with only his upper body exposed. Seeing him on the verge of tears already before you even began made you wonder what face he’ll make at the end of the session.
Your hands traced the line down his spine, which was what made him gasp and tremble. Once you reached his hips, you rubbed his sacrum a little, squeezing the dip of his waist, before clawing at his waistbands. “As sensitive as ever, how cute.” His wings fluttered at the small praise, and he curled his toes when you stripped him bare. You were starting to feel bad, because he was shivering so much, it was making you seem like the bad guy.
“Relax, Sunny. You’ll hurt yourself otherwise.” Your hands gently stroke his thighs, over the curve of his butt, and a shaky exhale escaped him. “I-I’m sorry..” he said, turning his head to take a peek at you. Which ended with you kissing the corner of his eye, whispering, “don’t worry so much, you look pretty, just enjoy it.” His cheeks flushed a deeper pink while your hands roamed his delicate frame, voice small as he whispered to himself, “pretty… huh?”
