genre: headcanon, lesbian erotica, established relationship, (can be) older x younger
warning(s): profanity, strap on, pet names (baby), clit play, kissing, hickies, dirty talk. 18+ only, minors & men dni.
Sweat rolls down to your collarbone, you shiver and gasp as you feel her tongue lick it up. She hums and giggles against your ear, you squeeze your thighs, a moan leaving your lips as the curve of her dildo slides back into your dripping cunt. One of her hands rests on your neck, choking you lightly as you bounce on her strap repeatedly.
The sounds of her whimpers mixed with your moans make your knees weaker. Her nipples brush against your back ever so often. Her pussy is wet like yours, you gasp and whine, messing up your rhythm once she moves her hand down from your neck to your nipple. Squeezing it gently and massaging the nub, you whine, leaning your head against her shoulder.
Her other arm flexes, biceps defined, sweat forming around it. She hums and kisses behind your ear. Resting her chin on your shoulder. “You like that baby? So big and strong just for you.” She mutters and you moan, “yeah…just for me.” You say breathlessly.
Shivers run down your back, earning goosebumps, her mouth moves to your neck, sucking on it slowly. Her lips move down, taking her sweet time with you.
The sounds of your pussy squelching as you ride her force her hips to jerk up, ruining the rhythm you made again. You whine, closing your eyes as she hums. Her finger leaves your nipple, running down to your stomach.
Feeling the hairs on your skin rise, at this point, you weren’t sure whose pleasure she was doing this for anymore. Either way, it felt good, being stuffed with her strap while watching her flex her muscles.
“Fuck yourself just like that, that’s it, baby. Do it for me.” She moans. Her eyes admire your glistening cunt, as her thumb circles your clit. She watches you gasp and arch your back.
Moving her middle and ring finger to your pulsing hole, her eyes darken as cum spills out just a bit. Pushing it back in, you moan, resting your hand against the back of her neck for support.
6 or 8 from the prompt lists with dr robby !! whichever you like more!
oooooOOOOO ok ok ok heres what im workin with. let me know if you prefer these getting straight to the point or if the background/scene setting is important
sorry it took so long, saturdays r my napping days so i spend most of it unconscious lmao
you weren’t that inebriated, pleasantly tipsy after a night out with colleagues at the bar by the hospital. the alcohol warmed your belly and made your fingers tingle. but that heat started to pool lower than you expected, having spent a good 30 minutes squirming in your seat as santos and ellis talked loudly, everyone else more amused by the spectacle than whatever was going on with you.
from across the bar your eyes were trained on robby, leaning against the bar top with abbot talking his ear off. he looked so fucking good out of his scrubs, a dark green buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, forearms thick with dark hair just out for anyone to ogle. the more you stared the worse your squirming got, discharge seeping into your boxers as you imagines those forearms littered with bite marks and wrapped around your throat.
robby’s eyes finally met yours, warm dark brown that made your blood feel like molasses in your veins. he was too aware, recognition on his face as he took in what could only look like discomfort. he raised his eyebrows, then his eyes flit to the back of the bar where you knew the gender neutral restroom was. a single restroom with a lock on the door. thank whatever higher being there was that robby was able to read you like a book, and had an empathetic streak.
you gave one swift nod, everyone at your booth still paying you no real mind. you excused yourself to the restroom and tried to walk slowly, despite the anticipation roaring blood in your ears. didn’t want to make it too obvious. after you shut the door behind you and leaned your back against the adjacent wall you waited, tapping your foot impatiently against the sticky floor.
thirty seconds passed by before a single knock hit the door and robby’s imposing figure slipped into the restroom, nimble fingers locking the door behind him.
his cheeks were pink, so you knew he wasn’t past the point of no return. his eyes were dark as he crowded you against the wall, hands heavy on your waist.
“what’s the matter, bub? lookin’ a lil antsy there,” his fingers began to trail under the fabric of your shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your heated flesh.
“s’too warm, robby,” you mumbled, nosing at the underside of his jaw. “can i have you now? please?” you let your tongue trail along his neck, a shudder running down the older man’s spine as you reacquainted yourself with his taste. the salty flavor of his skin making your core clench down on nothing, eager to feel him properly.
robby groaned, grinding his hardening cock into your hip. he let you mouth at his throat, wet open mouthed kisses trailing their way towards his lips. your lips met like a wave meeting the beach, an inevitable meeting of two forces of nature. robby’s fingers made work to undo your pants, bringing the fabric and your boxers halfway down your hips for easy access.
he gasped into your mouth a upon feeling how wet you were between your legs, your hips grinding down at the light pressure his fingers provided you, rubbing circles around your aching clit.
“oh my poor baby, i gotchu. gonna make it right, okay?”
robby guided you to the sink, bracing your hands on the edge and bending you over gently at the waist, one hand rubbing against your spine soothingly as his other released his member from his jeans. he’d been leaking pre since he recognized the pained arousal on your face in the busy bar, aching for something to touch you. for him to touch you.
he jerked himself languidly, wetting his member with the discharge from his tip and rubbing against your lips to collect your wetness. you whined, grinding back against his cock impatiently. “y’feel so good, robby.”
robby notched himself at your hole, hips pulling back and forth as he gently eased himself in. fuck you were so warm, his hands trembled as he wrapped one forearm around your shoulders, rubbing his furred cheek against the side of your head. “just a quick one baby, then we’ll get outta here. i’ll get you home,” he growled into your ear as he finally bottomed out, other hand coming up quickly to cover your mouth as a wail nearly ripped out of you at finally being full.
“gotta be quiet, can’t let everyone know how good ‘m treatin’ you,” your thighs trembled at the brutal pace robby set, his jeans rubbing the backs of your thighs raw from the material. you held onto his forearm, keeping you close with his front heavy against your back. he shifted his stance and rammed into you, the new angle making you cry into his palm as you leaned against the sink.
“there’s my guy, you’re almost there, bub. i’ve got you,” robby nestled his cheek against your own. he fucked into you harder, slamming into your sopping center. by the way you clenched and fluttered around him it was evident you were at the precipice. he kept his pace, holding tight and whispering how good you were for him and how great you were doing. the praise sent pulses into your belly as you finally hurdled over the cliff of your impending finish.
robby followed suit, moaning against your ear as his hips stuttered, keeping his hips flush with yours so every single drop stayed inside. his hand dropped from your mouth, giving you perfect opportunity to press your lips against the forearm still holding you.
the two of you stayed like that for a moment, basking in the after glow momentarily before untangling yourselves. robby helped pull your boxers and pants back up, turning you around so he could fasten the buttoning and kiss your forehead affectionately.
“now, you’re not feelin’ too good, so i’m gonna take you home and make sure you rest. that’s the story, bub, try not too look to pleased with yourself,” you grinned, staring up at robby with as much affection as you could muster in a single look.
Relationship(s): The Thunderbolts/New Avengers x nonbinary!reader (platonic)
Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, possible typos because I'm trying to be less perfectionist about my silly little headcanon posts. (Let me know if I need to add any)
(A/N: My first MCU fic! And, my first Pride Month 2025 fic. I used to be really into the MCU back in 2019, but then my love of and interest in it dwindled post-WandaVision. I've spent the past 5 years wanting to get back into the MCU, and it was Thunderbolts* that convinced me to finally do it. I rewatched the Cap movies and the Avengers movies and finally watched Black Widow and TFATWS. I'll (probably) do a full watch through of the whole MCU ready for Fantastic Four next month. But, yeah, I really fell in love with these movies again and I can't wait to write for these characters. I wanna do a fic where the reader is Hawkeye's adopted kid and they come out to him as nonbinary, particularly with the reader having this backstory. If you'd be interested in that, let me know! Also, I wanna write romantically for Bucky, particularly with an enby reader with that same backstory. I wanna be Bucky's lameass nonbinary partner genuinely. As always, requests are open! I have no idea what to write, really, I'll add the MCU to my fandom list when I've done a full catch-up.)
You’ll be happy to know that everyone on the team is cool with the whole nonbinary thing.
Mostly.
Alexei is a little confused but has the spirit.
Definitely ‘his/her pronouns are they/them!’ energy.
He is curious but not judgemental, and if anything he thinks it’s pretty cool.
Yelena, Bucky and Ava are normal about it and don’t treat it like a big deal.
At first Bob is clearly nervous about messing up how he refers to you, so you might have to reassure him that it’s fine for him to mess up as long as he tries his best.
On the opposite end of the spectrum is Walker, who, when you first meet him, can’t give less of a shit about offending you.
He doesn’t go out of his way to do it, and he isn’t malicious about it, but I can imagine him thinking ‘oh, great’ and rolling his eyes about it.
He doesn’t strike me as someone who has queer friends. Or friends. Especially after he bashed that guy’s head in.
He misgenders you and the only apology he offers is sarcastic and otherwise insincere because he’s got bigger things to worry about, like his wife leaving him.
Of course, Bucky, Ava and Yelena will all tell him to shut up and stop being a dick.
I adore my silly little idea of Ava and Yelena misgendering him to piss him off and see how he would like it, and it isn’t long until he concedes that it’d just be less of a headache to show you some basic respect and refer to you properly.
And, he will actually come to not be bothered by referring to you properly in the end.
I feel like Ava’s main way of showing support is by being a dick to people who are dicks to you about the gender thing.
Bucky knew you long before the whole Thunderbolts/New Avengers thing.
(TLDR: My headcanon is that, after Civil War, you lived in Wakanda after Steve busted you out of prison, which gave you a chance to get to know Bucky and vice versa)
When he first met you, all he knew about you was that you had stuck your neck out to save him, something for which he was grateful.
And, if you had Steve’s stamp of approval, that was more than enough for him.
The whole ‘nonbinary’ thing was unfamiliar to him.
He’d noticed how you were referred to by Steve and the others.
He took the approach of not questioning it, despite being confused.
Not asking about it became unavoidable when you grew closer.
One night, when you were both sitting around a fire in Wakanda, he very awkwardly asked you about it, and you had a long conversation about it.
After that, he understands well enough and he gets the hang of gendering you correctly in no time.
(I’d like to think you help explain other queer concepts to him).
If someone is a dick to you, he will stand up for you.
Whether or not you can handle things yourself, he takes it upon himself to have your back, like you had his, and like he always had Steve’s.
It’s in his nature to stick up for the little guy, you know?
I’d like to think that, after Bucky and the rest of the population is revived post-blip, you remain close to him.
You wind up being his best friend by default.
And, he does his own research on queer shit because he cares that much about you and being a good friend to you.
He doesn’t admit it or bring it up.
Even though you’re friends, he feels awkward about asking you things directly too much.
Either way, it’s clear he’s done his homework.
I’d like to think, as a congressman, he does what he can to advocate for queer people like you.
I feel like Valentina would try to encourage you to be the LGBTQ+ New Avenger.
Even though, y’know, there’s probably a few fruits in that basket if you get what I’m saying.
Her image of you is one of a corporate Pride poster child- someone who can appeal to a demographic, rather than an actual person.
She will try to parade you around like her token queer associate.
Hopefully, you’ll have none of it.
Bucky and Yelena will advocate for you.
They will tell you not to do anything you don’t want to do or otherwise feel uncomfortable doing.
There’s something so compelling about a superhero who is given the opportunity to be positive, visible, real-life representation for their community whilst also knowing they’ll have to be palatable in a way that likely sacrifices facets of their own identity and experiences.
I haven’t seen much of The Boys but that’s a storyline in that show I think.
If you exclusively use they/them pronouns, or pronouns that aren’t ‘they’, ‘she’ or ‘he’, Val definitely fucks up your pronouns a suspicious amount of times for someone who likes to appear like an ally.
If you use any pronouns, she will default to the pronouns of your AGAB with the occasional ‘they’ thrown in for good measure.
She really is one of those kinds of people, I fear; someone who isn’t queerphobic but is performative in her allyship.
If/when you’re feeling dysphoric, Yelena will be there to listen to you vent.
I love the idea that Yelena will warn everyone that you’re not feeling great, and Alexei will take it upon himself to hype you up.
“Heyyy, if it isn’t the most not-woman, not-man person I know!”
He claps you on the back and looks to Yelena for approval that he just did allyship right.
Again, he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.
If you seem down and you’re clearly withdrawing from the rest of the team, I can imagine Bob asking you if you’re okay and stumbling over some clumsy words of comfort.
I feel like Yelena, Bucky and Bob would be more observant than the rest of your teammates when it comes to realising you’re reacting negatively to gender stuff.
They’re the ones who will catch you looking at your reflection for a few seconds too long, or obsessively readjusting your clothes or your hair, or doomscrolling through anti-trans headlines.
If you seem to be way too caught up in it, they’ll ask you if you’re alright, or otherwise try to distract you with something else (even if it’s obvious they know something’s up).
Ava will pick up on a lot of things but she is far less likely to say anything.
It’s not that she doesn’t care; it’s that she doesn’t think it’s her place to say anything because she wouldn’t be your ‘go-to’.
If she notices that you’re doomscrolling, though, I’d like to think she snatches your phone off you without a word.
You have to be so visibly bad for John or Alexei to notice.
And, even then, they might not realise it’s a gender thing.
But, if Alexei knows what’s wrong, he’ll try his best to comfort you.
He’s paternal like that.
John won’t bother saying anything.
His version of being nice is the bare minimum of not making you feel any worse.
Quickfire round:
If you’re transmasc, Alexei will offer to take you to do some stereotypically masculine activities.
He may also let you win an arm wrestling contest to make you feel better.
(If you couldn’t tell, I love the idea of Alexei being paternal to you).
If you ever want/need to go shopping for gender-affirming clothes, Yelena will be happy to go with you because clothes and other forms of self-expression mean a lot to her.
If you bind, Yelena and Bucky are really good at picking up if you’re doing it unsafely.
They will pick up on if you seem dehydrated or if your body language shows some discomfort, especially if you’re someone who isn’t great at taking care of themself.
In summary, you have some good teammates who look out for you.
Pairing: David!Clark Kent x Ehlers-Danlos!GN!Reader
Synopsis: Loving you was second nature to Clark Kent, as easy as breathing. For you, life took a little more effort. So, when your freely-given heart starts to break under the weight of unimaginable sadness, Clark begins to wonder if he's 'super' enough to save you?
A/N: It's finally here!
Content Warning: Mentions of illness, depression, eating difficulties and pain. This series is 18+. So, minors dni and (politely) go away. The reader has EDS, POTS and Fibromyalgia. I know that, each person suffers differently with it, so I'm just going off of the experiences my friend's have in their day-to day lives. ❤️
As always, my work is unbeta'd, unmoisturised and dehydrated.
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, REPUBLISH, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. I DO NOT OWN SUPERMAN, DC OR ANYTHING AFFILIATED TO IT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
It did not take long for him to come and find you. After struggling up the stairs yourself, much to the protest of your knees, you decided to take solace from the blistering blaze and take up residence in guest bedroom, where you had since transformed yourself into duvet chrysalis.
Your latest cocktail of meds were yet to kick in but you took comfort in the knowledge that soon, you'd be removed from yourself for a few hours. Numb enough to exist, never enough to fully escape the bonds of reality. Still, a temporary holiday from any amount of pain was better than nothing.
The gentle pitter patter of socked feet upon the hardwood floors, alerted you to the newly-arrived presence in the room. Despite his secret identity, your kryptonian was an open book, one you used to pride yourself on knowing cover to cover. From how he took his coffee, to even the sound of his footsteps- if there had been a degree in all things Clark Kent, you would have held a first-class with honours.
The bed dipped as he conscientiously perched himself on the mattress edge, forever careful not the jostle you. "How much of that did you hear?" you eventually asked, voice somewhat muffled by the blanketed insulation that encapsulated you.
"Enough." the weight of everything brewing between you encapsulated in that disyllabic response. You could practically hear Clark's jaw grinding, as he deliberated over how next to vocalise his upset. "Are you really just waiting for me to up and leave you one day?"
"Clark-"
"Yes or no, (y/n)?" the need for clarification came out sterner than planned. He wasn't angry. Clark did not get angry with you. Frustrated? Exasperated? Sure, but never angry. Tones had been known to rise on occasion but even then, an apology was never far from his lips. It was not in your lover's nature to treat you so crassly.
"Yes." what was the point of prevaricating around the truth? There had been no place to hide once you had articulated your earlier confession to Pa. Lying was only going to prolong the cycle of suffering. Besides, there were only two viable endings to this unfortunate conversation- break up or make up. You would discover soon enough whether your relationship would thrive or be put out of its misery.
The sound that escaped his lips was akin to that of a involuntary cry of shock but...softer, a hitch in his throat. As if the oxygen had escaped the room. "Yes?" he all but choked on his horror.
You...you were anticipating his abandonment? The notion made him queasy. Hands braced on his knees, Clark willed himself to get in control of his emotions. Was the room spinning or was he just spiralling? He had always believed that his love had been enough for you. Enough to dispell any concerns you may have held towards his involvement in your relationship. It was difficult to distinguish what was driven by the depression and what was your own genuine opinion. How long had you been harbouring this presumption of his departure?
Clark recalled all of the nights he had left you waiting- dinner congealing in the microwave, night slipping into day, so many promises broken by his commitment to keeping Metropolis safe. You had never begrudged him his responsibilties. The arrivals at dawn often met with bleary-eyed cups of hot cocoa and clumsy hands attempting to employ first aid on his cuts and scrapes. Had one too many cancelled dates finally been the breaking point? The seeds of doubt planted during the daybreaks you had failed to wrap the gauze correctly on your first try. Or maybe the cocoa had started to taste of bitter resentment. Perhaps you believed that, if he had loved you enough, we would have been around more.
"I can't be what you need, Clark."
"And what is that exactly?" he spat back without hesitation.
"Dependable. Selfless. Not sick." the list was endless.
"When have I ever asked you to be any of those things?" he was leaning over you now, arms caging you in, as you burrowed further into the safety of your covering.
"You haven't...but it's what you deserve. Your Pa's right. You give and you give, and you give but you never ask for anything in return because you're good like that, Clark. Your parents raised you so beautifully. And I..." your voice cracked and you hated yourself for not being more stoic. For not facing the reality of your own wretchedness with at least an iota of grace but no, you could not just quietly slip into the night. Leave Clark to rebuild his life in peace and tranquility with someone more deserving. Instead, you had to burden everyone you loved with your inner unrest. To cause nothing but violence and suffering to all those who dared to endear themselves to you. "I am an endless vaccum, a black hole in human form. I beg, borrow and steal everyone else's time, energy and resources, until they have nothing left to give. You could give me the moon and stars, and I'd still ask for the earth."
"What if I want to give you everything that I have to offer, then what?" oh, how he would have given you your heart's desires. All and every frivolous whim, he wished to fulfil. You were the Alpha and Omega to his adoration. Loving you was second nature to Clark, as easy as breathing. You were his reason for getting up in the mornings and striving to be a better version of himself. It was for you, that he kept the streets of the city safe. Every injury, every bruise- it was all worth it to ensure you were protected from the bigger evils at play. He'd break himself a million times over, if it meant you never doubting his devotion to you.
"You know this is as good as it gets for me, right? It's all downhill from here on out."
That had him pausing in confusion. Your beloved wracked his brains for what exactly you could be insinuating with your statement. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, the depression, the pain, the dislocations, the endless hospital appointments, the continuous fights with doctors- it's never going away." you whimpered, the recollection of your last hospital appointment still fresh in your mind. It had been disasterous, they usually were. Another ignorant doctor discounting your symptoms, claiming that you were just vying for attention from the medical field. You had not told Clark the truth that night. Opting instead to lie, pretend that you were not completely crushed by the disregard of your evident suffering.
"I don't understand why you're telling me this, as if I don't already know-"
Clark all but fliched, as you suddenly sat up, ripping the duvet off your form. The revelation, a face marred with tears and contorted with heartache. He wondered if his appearance mirrored your own? The dark-haired kryptonian certainly felt emotionally drained. His greatest wish in that moment, was for this all to be some perverse nightmare. That with a click of some ruby slippers, he would be spirited back to your apartment, back to your shared bed, where he would awaken with a start and find himself encircled by your loving arms.
"Because I need to be sure that you fully comprehend what you're getting yourself into, Clark. I...I need to be certain that you realise how I'm not some city you can save from an intergalactic threat. There is no saving me. My health is too fargone. There is only managing the progressive decline but there is no magical cure. I will never get better. If anything, I'm getting worse. I'm gonna get sicker and sicker. That's my reality and I need to know. I. Need. To. Know, that you realise the full extent of what you're signing up for." you wept, your heart beating against the confines of your ribs, as if attempting to make its great escape. Long ago, you had promised it to your beloved. In that instance, you would have happily cut it out and presented it to Clark on a silver platter, just so that you could finally be free of the torment, the guilt of never being good enough for your sunflower-personified. "Because you rejecting me later down the line, might actually ruin me, Clark." you finally confessed, the admission making its way into the surrounding atmosphere, where it joined the rest of the rising tension. It was suffocating, yet there was no escaping its clutches. You were rooted to the bed, forced to hold your lover's gaze, as his stared on at you, expression unreadable.
And that was when he reached for you. Despite your inner demons screaming at you to to resist, you could not help but melt into his tender touch, as the dark-haired krypotonian gently guided you into his arms.There was no resistance, no fight left to be had. You allowed him to hold you securely against the comforting expanse of his chest. It felt like home.
"Oh, sweetheart." he murmured, daring to go so far as to place a chaste kiss against your temple. The steady beat of his heart acted as the soundtrack to the outpouring of love that subsequently spilled from his lips. "You are not a black hole. Not to me. Not now, not ever." you wanted to believe him, you really did. "I...I knew what I was signing up for when we started going steady. You've never shied away from the reality of your condition. I'm not..." his breath hitched in his throat.
That was when you dared to look up at your beloved and immediately regretted doing so. Tears already stained his cheeks, yet more continued to fall. You did not think it possible for Clark's irises to appear even more azure than they already were but you were proven wrong, as the red that outlined his eyes, accentuated the colour. Turning up the saturation to one hundred percent. How often had you gazed into his eyes and wished to drown in the waters of Clark Kent?
"I'm not going to wake up one day and feel cheated about choosing to love you. I could never..." his hands moved ever slightly too fast for that of an average man, as your beloved cupped your face, fixating your gaze on him. "It's always been you, (y/n). It'll always. Be. You. I want nothing more, than to wake up next to you every morning. Hold your hand through every blood test. Sit beside you in every hospital waiting room." Clark all but implored, desperate for you to trust his words as gospel. A life without you was not worth living. Just that thought alone, left him feeling cold. The blood in his veins turning to ice, leaving him feeling sick to his stomach. What was the point in being Superman, if he could not protect you? To hell with the billionaire meglomaniacs, you mind was his greatest adversary. "I want to love every aspect of you, faulty collagen and all. And you're right- you aren't a city that needs saving because when I'm with you. I'm not Superman, I'm just Clark Kent- boy from Smallville, who grew up and moved to the big city. You give me the safe space I need to just...be ordinary. You've always seen me as something more than the suit. Just as I see the you beyond your ailments. We're both so much more than the sum of our parts. I love-"
He never even had the chance to finish his sentence. Whatever further proclamation Clark had planned on divulging next, died upon his tongue. Your hands gripped onto the lapels of his flannel and he quickly found himself pulled into a searing kiss. All tears and teeth. Messy but passionate, as you lost yourselves to the feeling of one another. How long since you had last been this close in proximity? Even when lost to the sensation of you and your body beneath his wandering hands, your beloved never failed to treat you with an heartaching softness.
When your lungs' demand for oxygen finally had you parting, you did not find yourself able to stray far from your personified-sunflower. Unwilling to let you slip through his fingers once more, you were safety tucked against his chest, as the slightly heightened rise and fall of his breathing, reminded you that, you also had a similarly bewitching effect upon the kryptonian.
And that was how you stayed, wrapped in eachother's embrace and love, for the remainder of the sunset. Your gazes focused on the world beyond the window pane. As burnt orange faded into midnight blue, Clark found himself feeling hopeful for a changed future. The war was not yet won but for tonight, tomorrow and for the rest of his days, he would love you fiercely and completely. Faulty collagen and all.
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A/N: This was so emotionally taxing to write but I really love how it turned out. Fear not, this is not the final chapter. There is still more of this story to be told. See you soon for chapter six! As alway, feel free to like, comment and reblog!
Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer
Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?
Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~
Title: A King's Corruption
Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader
Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI
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"Hey...I wanna try something new."
Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.
"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"
"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."
He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.
Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"
"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."
In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"
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Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.
"L-Leona~"
You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.
Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"
Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"
You nodded with a hum, more than certain.
Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?
"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"
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Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.
It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.
"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"
Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.
His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.
Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.
"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"
- Fluffy, Angst (I can do some dark stuff but not all), Smut (I can do most kinks), platonic and romantic.
- I prefer to write from a male or non-binary perspective but I can do female as well. I will happily write for trans readers or readers of other genders (if I am well informed)
- I will write for almost every character as long as I know them (because if I don't know them I can't write them accurately and then what's the point) I will also do character X character depending on the ship (there are some ships in just not comfortable with)
- I will write poly as long as it is not that gross porn type of m!reader gets two girls and they don't like eachother. Poly means everyone likes everyone and everyone is in agreement in the relationship
- Whump. I will happily and gladly write whump of all kinds. So please please please if you want to see anything comes to life send it my way
I will not write:
- Age gap (3+ years, ask for aged up if the age difference is more than 3 years) or minor X adult. I simply won't so don't ask.
- Rape (sexual assault maybe if it is angst but not in a smut only context)
- No beastiality or extremely odd kinks (if you aren't sure about the kink send it in anyway and I'll respond if I'm comfortable)
Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):
Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)
↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia
TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)
↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)
The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)
↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy
Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)
Pairing: Priest! Gerard x Vampire! Reader
Word count: ~ 2 300
Genre: Not smut but very hot
Warning: Blood / Religious themes
Summary: Father Way is a man of great faith and of good, but (y/n) would argue.
Kind of content: Blood play / Humiliation / Oral fixation
Not requested but @newgirlinhell and @frank-ieros-lip-ring were v excited about it
Whoever started spreading the rumors of vampires being repelled by crosses certainly does not know a thing about vampires or any other creature of the depths of hell, given how the object itself is of no use if it’s not out of silver or the one in possession of the object is of little faith. That’s why he is so interesting. The day I greeted him, that cross that hung on from his neck and rested on his chest with so much power held as much strength as bright fake flowers in the middle of a dining table during a depressing meal time, quite the opposite to all of the others. It never changed.
“The peace of the Lord be with you,” he said in a shaky voice as he barely eyed me, holding more feelings than he dared demonstrating, and matching with how his hand shook as he drew the cross with the ashes of myrrh right across my forehead.
“And with your spirit,” I mumbled in response, bowing my head a little, though I made sure to glance at him from under my lashes with a slight smile that disappeared the moment I brought myself up from my knees, bowing again before I could walk back to my place on one of the last pews.
Something stands between Gerard and his faith, but I refuse to admit it is me—I am just a little push. After all, he already has a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of whiskey sitting on the desk the moment I walk into his office; I take a moment to observe the scene before me, the way he fumbles with something on the desk with his back to me and a hip cocked out. The tight dress pants and matching black button up suit him so perfectly. Walking closer, I notice it’s the Bible he is skipping through, sometimes lingering over some pages.
“Your blessing, Father...” I grin as I gently take hold of his hips, nuzzling his neck; only part of it shows under the long dark strands that contrast with his pale skin.
Gerard hums softly, shifting a little under my touch. “Fuck you.”
“Gladly!” I press a kiss to the back of his neck, and Gerard clicks his tongue, taking a drag of his cigarette before he elbows me lightly and pulls away enough to turn around. Gerard inhales deeply, nodding up. “What?” I raise an eyebrow. “Can’t I just make a visit? Check on you? You seemed sort of... distracted during the mass today.” I furrow my eyebrows, almost cracking a smile at the way his eyes drift down and his cheeks gain a redder tone, but he is quickly walking around the table and taking a last drag of his cigarette to put it out against a sheet paper that rests on top of a pile of more paper and a few notebooks.
“Shut the fuck up.” Gerard turns the Bible his way and adds a bookmarker before closing it, sitting down on his chair to go through the drawers of the desk.
Attending masses often wasn’t the intention I had when I had walked into the Our Lady of Sorrows Parish Church to check on the new arrival sometime ago, but now it’s barely possible resisting the opportunity of making Gerard’s voice shake during the consecration. Or whenever his eyes catch mine. Finding a nice place in the church isn’t often bad—not everyone has faith that can actually hurt, to be honest. Quite surprising regarding the place.
Today was another one of these days in which Gerard’s eyes were drawn to the spot I was every few seconds, probably remembering the previous night. Not my fault the most powerful position for him is, indeed, on his knees. Of course it gave him an attitude, but I’ll let him enjoy it for now.
“Are you busy?” I lean forward on the desk with my hands around the edge. The papers on his desk are about the same stuff of always—mass intentions, funerals, Parish events.
“No.” Gerard closes the drawer with a sigh. “But I suppose you’re hungry.”
A smile tugs on my lips as I nod. “Good guess. Now, come here.” I step away to stand in front of the deep red loveseat set under the window, making sure to check if the window is shut behind the curtains to open them a little and let the moonlight in, time enough for Gerard to do as told and stand before me. The way he turned off the lights and left the table lamp on creates a comfortable atmosphere with the dim yellow light of the lamp bathing part of the room. There’s only a problem. He is about to sit down when I stop him with an arm across his torso, shaking my head. “You know your place, Gee.”
Gerard’s chest tenses up with a breath caught in his throat, but he steps back and quickly lowers himself to his knees. Some of his dark strands cover his face as he looks up at me, running his tongue between his lips while pushing them away from his face; he doesn’t do a good job at it, so I help him instead, cupping his pale cheeks to peck his lips shortly before I hook my fingers around the strands to pull them away to show that pretty face of his properly. His irises color stand out under the silver moonlight as he looks at me, eyes partly covered by his eyelids with how his gaze falls to my lips, but I’m quick in giving him what he wants.
A soft hum comes from Gerard once I deepen the kiss, pressing my tongue down against his before I start nibbling down on his bottom lip, going on until I snatch a quiet moan from him. I sit down on the loveseat, near the edge, and spread my legs so Gerard can come closer, letting his arms rest on my thighs as he lets me pull him to where I want and tilt his head to the side.
As always, I take my time, of course. Gerard may be my blood bag, but it doesn’t mean I’m drinking from him whenever I am hungry—he is for special occasions, such as today, when I couldn’t keep my mind off him and not all of the blood from the woman down the alley was enough to suppress the thirst. Gerard is for special moments. Gerard is special. Whether it’s exclusively about the taste of his blood or the feelings I hold for him, I prefer never to find out.
My nose runs against the shape of Gerard’s jaw gently, with my lips sometimes lingering against his skin, though I occasionally let my tongue run across his neck and have some of the salty taste.
“You’re perfect,” I mumble in his ear, receiving a quiet sound in response as he shudders. How perfect. He leans a little into the hand that cups his face while I rest the other on his shoulder to keep him firm in place. Finally, I pull Gerard’s hair away from his neck and press my lips to his jugular, holding my breath for a moment to focus only on feeling the blood run under the skin against my lips, and my mouth waters not only at it, but at the sweet scent coming from him. “Hell,” I mumble. I shouldn’t be so weak for him.
I let my tongue run between my lips, wetting them, before I can finally bare my teeth and press them to Gerard’s neck, where I let them linger for some seconds so Gerard can prepare himself and only then let my teeth sink into the skin, piercing through it in a single motion with the skill provided to me through experience, just to be pulled away and let the sweet metallic flavor finally fill my mouth.
Gerard’s fingers that once sunk into my thighs through the fabric of my pants now slowly grow weaker, allowing him to let out a quiet moan as he relaxes—as much as the situation allows him to—against my touch.
“(Y/n)...” he mumbles with a soft sigh.
Maybe Gerard has such a taste because it’s corrupted blood. Once holy, now tainted. Genuinely tainted. It seems like there could be a time in which his presence would be enough to cause me harm, but it’s simply not there anymore and possibly never will be again. It has me almost panting as I drink from him, already having some of his blood smearing my chin and trailing down the corners of my lips.
Fighting the urge to drain Gerard is hard, though thankfully not as before, so it’s easier to focus on how Gerard feels before I’m just licking the wound closed whilst only letting the blood fill my mouth, and finally pull away to press my lips to his instead. A surprised hum comes from Gerard before he kisses back messily, swallowing some of the blood whilst some of it escapes our lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” I mumble against his lips, and let my tongue drag against his bottom lip. “If only you could taste it like I do. Hell, I want you to be mine forever...”
A soft moan escapes Gerard’s lips as he nods before he presses his lips to mine in a sweeter kiss that quickly grows needy with how his hands tug onto my shirt, deepening the kiss and going on with it until I can’t breathe and my pulse rings in my lips for a brief moment. Wow.
He’ll be the death of me—the thought crosses my mind, but never actually leaves my lips because of the haze that clouds my mind worse. It’s finally gone when I lean back lightly and look at Gerard properly, watching his skin almost glow under the moonlight as his hands slowly trail down to rest above my knees. His lips are now smeared with blood that also runs down his chin and... “Fuck, you look so pretty like this, baby.”
Even if my heart doesn’t beat anymore, it still aches for Gerard, and I wish I could feel it race, making my cheeks burn whenever he kisses me first or flirts. Perhaps, even feel my heart flutter. I bet it would flutter every time he giggles, or when he leans his head against my shoulder or shyly takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. Or even now, that Gerard blushes, letting his eyes look down for a moment before he nuzzles my hand softly.
Either way, I don’t think it matters a lot, at least not right now.
My thumb presses down against Gerard’s chin and slowly drags up, collecting the blood that escaped his lips just to get it back into his mouth again. I need to repeat the motion three times so all the excess is back in his mouth, and I let my thumb run across his bottom lip, pulling on it a little to show his short red-stained teeth before it snaps back into place. I’m about to trace it again before Gerard’s tongue pokes out to lick on my thumb, with kitten licks that only cease when I shove my thumb into his mouth and press it down against his tongue. Despite the initial shock, he closes his lips around it, humming softly.
“You’re addicting like no one else is or has been, to me,” I mumble as I watch him, carefully switching my bloody fingers, one by one being cleaned by his mouth. “Maybe I’m not the corrupting one here.”
Gerard would certainly argue if he wasn’t so busy, instead focusing on twirling his tongue around my fingers, cleaning them.
“Sinful.” I sigh. “Are you that lost of a cause, Gerard? At least try to save your soul. Pray.”
My finger slips out of Gerard’s mouth with a wet sound and almost snatches a sound of protest from him before there’s ground under his feet again, his fingers twitching a little around my knees.
“Fuck,” Gerard mouths, but never actually says it, and cleans his throat, looking around for a moment before he can start. “Our Father,” he mumbles as I let my fingers dive back down to his neck, gathering some of the blood that remains coming from the closing wound, “who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...” The words slur away when I hold my fingers in front of his lips; he is quick to lean in and clean the fingers effectively, humming a little among the wet sounds. “Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven,” he continues once I pull away, repeating the motion, though this time there’s more blood trailing down three of my fingers. Gerard takes each of them into his mouth individually, making sure to take his time... maybe a little too much. He seems too invested in my last finger.
“Gerard?” I raise an eyebrow.
He pulls away and swallows. “Done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread;” he interrupts himself with a soft sound as I press down onto the wound on his neck softly, “and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us...” There he goes again, falling in silence at the moment I start licking his neck clean, dragging my tongue against the skin in long stripes to both heal and clean him as best as I can right now. “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
“Amen,” I hum, finishing my job with a kiss on his neck, and lean back against the loveseat with a sigh. “You’re worse than hell, Gerard.”
A small smile plays on his lips, and it doesn’t take long for Gerard to bring himself up to his feet, showing the bulge stretching his dress pants between his legs. He is also out of breath, panting. “Well, let me show you better, then...” He pins me back to the seat with his hands on my shoulders, pressing his lips to mine.
OMG I NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE A FIC OF THIS! So imagine this, you know how Lisa teaches Razor how to talk and stuff since hes illiterate so what if one day Lisa brings somebody with her and they are also really smart but they don't have a vision. So know its just this angsty circle of 'I like him but im too dumb for him' and 'I wish I could confess but I'm not good enough for him cuz I don't have a vision' and MMM it makes me want to cry so badly for a fic or oneshot like this. If you know someone who does genshin impact fics tag them here! Preferably a mxm or nbxm since there are already so many fxm fics out there!
