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Hey, I’m a recently turned 20 year-old 🥳 black/arab writer in college who is a pansexual and Non-binary (They/Them pronouns) who loves mythology and is Asexual (I make smut because the thought of fictional sex doesn’t disgust me)

College is kicking my ass so if you get your request really late I apologize full heartedly to you my loves ❤️ but I do love requests so feel free to send me them!

English isn’t my first language and I can’t spell for shit so autocorrect is both my best friend and my worst enemy so sorry if there is any mistakes

But if you have any show, movie, anime, or even game requests I would be happy to write it. Here are fandoms I write for and the characters I will do (if the character or fandom is not mentioned or doesn’t say all characters, I will not do it

Rules:

Anons are welcome just assign yourself a name or an emoji and you’ll be one, or just use your accounts that’s fine too

The reader is always the Dom and typically the Top, and the character is always the Sub and usually the Bottom. Unless there is no sub/dom themes involved (which is ok to request)

I don’t currently write for fem reader I only write for male, trans, and gender neutral reader and I have the right to deny requests that give me gender dysphoria.

I will not write for pregnant reader but I will write pregnant character regardless of the characters gender, pregnant reader gives me so much dysphoria I just can’t with it

I will also write for poc and black reader because that is what I am but I won’t write for other specific races because I don’t want to get it wrong or stereotype them

You can ask for up to two characters for full fics as long as it’s a threesome. But for headcanons I can write up to seven characters and make a part two for more

I will only write character x reader or character x reader x character I don't write for character x character

I will do fluff, heavy smut, and angst even poly couples but I will not do yandere character or reader,

I won’t do Mistress/Mommy labels, pregnant reader or character, having a child together, it makes me uncomfortable but I can do Sir/Daddy/Ma’am labels.

I will not do cock cages or rings, pet play, snowballing, vomit, poop, feet, sneezing, vore, or gore. There will be no kink-shaming either. other than that I’m open-minded.

Please specify if you want a fic, headcanon, or drabble or else I will choose

You can chose the readers gender but If you don't specify, I'll usually go with gender neutral

I can refuse to write something or ignore an ask and not write it if I’m uncomfortable or just don’t want to write that sort of thing, I have that right

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Update!: I changed my Navigation!

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Take It All: Pt. 2

A/n: This is from my old account and was also a request! @justice-maul. They asked me if I could make a part 2 so here we are. Pt.1

Cw- Rough sex, anal, multiple orgasms, humiliation, degradation, raw sex, masochism and no protection

Ever since your little encounter with Bateman he’s been oddly….nice? He wouldn’t boss you around as much and he didn’t even treat you like an assistant. He treated you like a friend, not that you’d ever want to be affiliated with a man like that but still….. it was strange and you had no idea why he changed. You fucked his face and degraded him like the trash he was yet he’s crawling back to you like your a god….

You were currently in the kitchen of the office getting a cup of coffee for yourself when you sense a presence. You felt a pair of eyes staring at you. You already knew who it was so you didn’t bother to turn around. You continue to pour the coffee into the porcelain mug grabbing the creamer. You than heard quiet footsteps and you felt someone’s breath on your back. You shivered at the feeling.

You than felt someone begin to grab your hips and that’s when you cut it off. You slap his hands away glaring at him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You shout angrily. He doesn’t respond he only continues staring. “What’s your major malfunction Bateman?” You glare at him as you look him up and down. You scowl pushing him away as you walk back to your office.

He looks at himself in the mirror wondering what was wrong with him? Why was he so enamored with you that he follows your around like a lost puppy? It was stupid, sickening that THE Patrick Bateman was following some lowlife around his office. What was going on with him? Why was he doing this? Why are you so fucking hot for gods sake?!

You sit in your office looking at your computer with a dead look on your face. You had way to much too do. You sigh heavily as stand up to go get stuff from the printer. You make sure everything was printed correctly before sitting back down and continuing to fill it out work. Bateman was currently in a meeting watching you from afar thanks to the giant glass panels in the conference room.

The other nimwits in the room were talking about beers and other stupid shit. He didn’t care for them, at all. Their company was sickening to deal with and the atmosphere in the room was similar to a bunch of drunk alcoholic uncles. He wished he was with you, sitting with you, talking with you. He longed for it but knew he had to get this meeting done as much as he didn’t want too.

Later that night you were still in your small cubicle finishing up your work while chugging coffee and energy drinks down (and you wonder why you’re sleep schedules fucked 🤨).

You sigh heavily as you finally make it to the last assignment, it was a self assessment so you could get it done really fast.

You than hear tapping across the hard wooden floors. The sound of familiar dress shoes tapping across the ground making it known someone was coming closer towards you, and you had a good idea about who it was. You don’t even have to turn your head to know that it’s your boss. You sigh annoyed simply continuing your work.

“Y/n.” He speaks in that monotone voice you despise. “What?” You spit out with venom lacing your tone. “How come your here so late?” He asks curiously. “Because you’ve been flooding me with work because your lazy ass can’t do shit.” You speak taking another sip of your coffee. He hums in acknowledgement.

He watches your nimble fingers type quickly across the keyboard as your eyes squint with focus. “Why have you been following me for the past few days?” You ask turning your chair to face him. He’s taken aback by your question but decides to answer. “I’ve been thinking about the, session we had at the bar.” He speaks a light blush dusting his face.

You nod as you submit your last assignment before standing up and looking at him in the eyes. “And?” You click your tongue with an amused look. “I’ve been thinking about other things you could do.” As calm as he thought he looked you could smell the longing and desperation for you on him. You smirk as you move closer to him so that your noses are almost touching.

“You know Bateman, I’ve been real stressed this week,” You watch how his lips tighten at this comment. “Since you want something different how about you help me relieve some stress.” He nods eagerly as you grin. “Wonderful.” You grab him by his hair pushing him onto the desk as he groans. “Disgusting fucking whore.” You grimace.

You grab his hips as you begin to speak, “Take your pants off.” He quickly begins to unbuckle his belt toying with the buckle a bit. He pulls them down leaving him in just his boxers. You look at him with hungry eyes. You couldn’t stand his personality but his body was something to be proud of. You pull his pants down watching as he jolts at the feeling of cold air.

You keep his head shoved in the desk pushing a little harder than you usually do in intimate situations. He wasn’t complaining though. You quickly take your cock out giving it a few pumps. “You don’t seem like the type to want it gentle,” You grip his ass roughly. “That time you were sucking me off is proof.” You lick your lips as you rub it up against his hole. “W-wait.”

He speaks as he feels the head of your dick at his entrance. You don’t listen as you shove yourself in him. He cries out as you groan in unison at the feeling. You continue pushing shoving yourself in with every inch of strength you’ve got. His legs shake as he grips onto the desk with all his might trying not to collapse. You bottom out in him for a few moments stretching him out.

You slowly begin thrusting as he groans. “Fuck… so tight.” You place your hand on your hip and the other one on his as you begin thrusting faster and faster. His moans grow in volume as he begins to twitch. “You gonna cum already Bateman?” You tease. He nods vigorously as he continues moaning. “Alright, but I’m not stopping.” You continue thrusting with a brutal pace as he cums with a drawn out moan.

Just as you said, you didn’t plan on stopping. You pushed his head farther into the wooden desk, his grip around your dick got even tighter igniting a new spark in you to go even harder. You continue to thrust even harder making his moans increase. “Fuck if you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna cum.” You laugh breathlessly pulling his hips back into you.

After a short amount of time you begin to reach your high. “I-I can f-feel you…” He moans. You hum in acknowledgment. “In or out?” You ask curiously, getting closer and closer. He thinks for a moment before speaking, “In, please.” You nod thrusting as fast as you can hitting his prostate every time.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, gonna cum so fucking deep inside you.” You speak while moaning. He continues to moan and whimper beneath you. “You ready? Ready to get filled like the whore you are?” You don’t await and answer. With a few more thrusts Bateman cums with another moan. He tightens around you sending you over the edge with a loud moan from yourself.

You stay in him for a few second before pulling out watching as your cum drips out of him. You sigh putting your dick back in your pants picking up your suitcase. You look at Bateman watching him hyperventilate on your desk. You smirk blowing him a kiss.

“See you tomorrow sir.” You wave as you walk down the stairs. He couldn’t wait.

Hey guys, I’m coming out with more stories sorry I haven’t updated lately I’m thinking of making more now but recently had a ton of writers block sorry for being inactive! You can still request stories though!

hi i hope you're doing well <33

I have had a very kinky thought with Konig and haven't seen anyone do it so I figured I'd request it

Reader is an excellent sniper , Konig asks him to help train him to be a better sniper. Reader agrees and while helping Konig practice , he starts teasing him and telling him to keep focusing on hitting the targets - after Konig hits all the targets reader gives him a reward for being such good boy and ofc the reward is getting railed til Konig is a moaning mess

helping hand

Pairing: König x Male Reader Summary: König comes to you for some help - and you're more than happy to. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Top!Male reader, teasing, handjobs, fucking outside, unprotected anal, creampie.

Your breath in his ear sends goosebumps rippling across his skin. “I thought you wanted my help König?”

He quickly nods, a whine bubbling in the back of his throat. “I do-”

“You don’t seem to be taking it very seriously.” You interrupt, a hand trailing down the curve of his spine. Under the weight of your hand you feel him fidget, trying to stop himself from grinding his hips into the ground for any sort of relief. “You need to focus.”

“I can’t,” he cries, cock throbbing painfully within the confines of his pants. Every little one of your touches sent a new wave of arousal coursing through his body, his mind ready to give up and submit to you. “You’re too distracting,” he whines.

Ever since he had met you in the makeshift training area you had been teasing him; standing too close, talking in his ear, your hands all over his body as you manoeuvred him into different sniping positions, all while König steadily got harder and harder and became more and more distracted, barely able to focus on why you were here in the first place.

“You need to be able to focus even with distractions all around you,” you begin, capturing his attention once more. “How about this? You manage to hit the rest of the targets and I’ll give you a reward.”

“What kind of reward?” He asks pointlessly, he’s already sure he knows what will happen, or at least what he wants to happen.

Tutting you shift up onto your knees, König turning his head to watch you. “Well we can’t ruin the surprise now can we?” You wink, and he’s thankful for the hood covering his head so you can’t see the crimson blush creep up on his cheeks. “Now, three targets left.”

It takes a few seconds for his brain to catch up, and he quickly adjusts his focus back through the scope of the sniper rifle, scanning the area to try and find the targets. He soon finds one, hitting it dead on with no issues. 

Hearing the pleased hum come from you he tries to ignore it, but he can’t contain his reaction as his body jumps when your hand falls onto the arch of his back, fingers skimming across the fabric of his shirt. “Focus,” you scold, and he fights his body wanting to arch into the touch.

Pushing out a deep breath he starts again, searching for another target. Your hand stills as you wait, and the heat coming from your palm even through his shirt feels like torture. You can feel when he finds another one, his back just tensing and relaxing ever so slightly, and once he’s in position he quickly lets off another shot, hitting the target perfectly. “Good,” you praise, hand drifting lower to follow his spine, stopping halfway down. “One more.”

König’s breathing is harsher now, fighting to control every breath as he tries to find the last target. Excitement races through his veins when he does. He forces himself to be calm, trying to ignore your presence near him and fires, sighing with relief when he hits the final one. 

Moving your hand lower you start to play with the waistband of his pants, fingertips dipping under the fabric intermittently. “There you go, knew you could do it,” you purr, König preening under your praise. “Now about that reward-”

König groans, cutting off your train of speech. “Please, stop teasing me.”

You take your fingers away, chuckling as pushes his hips up to follow the movement. “Oh? What do you want me to do?”

His cock throbs, leaking with excitement. “Fuck me,” he mumbles, tucking his face into the inside of his elbow. 

Although you heard him perfectly you decide to tease him further, placing both hands on his hips, encouraging him to move until he’s resting on his arms and knees, back arched perfectly, ass in the air in front of you. “What was that?”

“Fuck me,” he tries again, louder this time. 

Shuffling forward you stop just before your thighs hit the back of his legs, hands tightening on his hips to bring him backwards the rest of the way. He goes willingly, groaning when he feels the large bulge in your pants against his clothed ass, and unashamedly he rubs against you, a pleased rumble leaving your chest.

One of your hands snakes from his hip around his waist, fingers barely ghosting the outline of cock as you go for his zipper instead, slowly bringing it down until the shape of his cock is spilling out from the opening. As swiftly as you can you pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop, König hissing as his cock twitches in the open air. 

He grunts when you wrap a hand around his hardened cock, sliding your palm over the head to gather the precum dripping there and slathering his cock as you begin to stroke up and down, your other hand kneading the flesh of his ass cheek. As soon as he starts trying to fuck into your hand you stop, removing your hand and planting it on his other cheek, pulling them apart so you can see his twitching hole.

“Would you look at that?” you coo, thumb brushing against his rim. “Looks like your hole is begging to be filled.” König whines, his body aching for any sort of stimulation. Gathering up as much spit as you can he gasps when he feels it hit his hole, your thumb quickly spreading the moisture, teasing his entrance.

Slowly you fight against the resistance, his hole gradually opening up to your thumb as you push it deeper, and only when it easily slides in and out do you add another finger, König beginning to rock back against them as you scissor the digits. Your mouth is dry by the time you can fit three fingers, making sure he’s fully prepared for you, your own cock desperate to be inside him. 

Withdrawing your fingers you slide your zipper down, pulling out your cock to rest it in the crevice of his cheeks, König able to feel the heat emanating from your dick. Taking what little moisture is left from your mouth you spit into your hand and slick up your own cock before you press the head against his hole, giving him slow, gentle thrusts as you enter him inch by inch, pushing in and pulling out until he opens up around you.

When you’re finally fully seated inside him you stop your movements, relishing in the heat as he clenches around you, König mewling with impatience as you do nothing other than stroke the skin of his hip. Eventually, he pulls himself away and pushes back onto you, a pleasured moan escaping both of you. “Please move,” he begs.

Slowly you draw all the way out, tip catching on his rim before you slam forward, a harsh slap of skin against skin as your thighs smack against him, König letting out a choked groan. Taking little time to set a harsh pace he’s soon lost in ecstasy, arms barely holding him up as you use him like a toy, grunts and moans escaping into the air.

Fucking into him you search out that sweet spot, the tip of your cock punching in deeper and deeper until on one thrust he wails, body trembling and cock pulsing as he sprays his release across the ground, streaks of white staining the soil underneath him. 

You don’t stop, chasing your own orgasm as you continue your thrusts, one arm wrapping around König to wrench him up and hold him to your chest, your free hand gripping his cock, jerking him off as he cries from the stimulation. “Bitte, wait.” With the new angle you thrust in deeper, his hole clenching and pulsing around you, driving you closer and closer to the apex. 

“Just a little bit more, I’m close,” you groan, rapidly thrusting into his hole, cock bullying against his prostate. “Where do you want it?” 

“I-inside,” he hiccups, one of his arms ensnaring your neck to hold you close as the other rests on the one jerking his cock.

It takes just a few more thrusts to come undone, a hoarse snarl tearing from your throat as you unload inside König, your cock shooting rope after rope into his hole as it milks you for everything you have. The feeling of you cumming inside pushes König into another orgasm, a smaller spurt of cum erupting from his cock and joining his previous load on the floor. Your hips give small, shaky thrusts as you fill him up, a ring of white forming around his rim as your cum starts leaking out and back down along your cock. 

Time is lost as you both stay like that, holding each other close, trying to swallow down oxygen as pleasure bursts through your veins. Once your senses rush back to you, you gently lower König to rest on his arms, the man unable to remain sitting up, and slowly pull out, cum immediately seeping from his hole and you quickly tuck yourself away at the risk of becoming hard again as you fight to tear your eyes away.

König takes longer to recover, only doing so when you finally speak up. “König?” He barely hums in acknowledgement. “You have to get up, big guy.” He grunts, mind still hazy with pleasure. There’s not much you can do about the current mess of his hole so you pull his underwear and pants back up over his ass, tucking his cock back in and adjusting them so they look as normal as possible.

“I don’t think I can move,” he grumbles, and you bite back the bark of laughter threatening to erupt.

“Here,” you offer, moving to his front and offering your hands to help him up. He takes them, relying on you to drag him up and without asking, you place a supportive arm around his waist, tucking him into your side as you walk back together. The walk is uncomfortable, cum oozing out of his hole with every step, something he makes known.

“I need a shower,” he states, gait becoming awkward as he tries to find the walk most comfortable.

You hum in agreement, arm tightening around his waist. “How about I help clean you up?”

Great Dom~ Mirko x Qurikless Male Reader

Request: how about a mha Mirko X Male Reader smut Reader is also quirkless and everyone thinks rumi is the dom but secretly Reader is in charge in the bedroom

Author Note: Please remember that English is not my first language. if I missed any warnings I was really sleepy writing the warnings

Warning(s)⚠: sub mirko, humiliation, degradation, praise, fingering, p in v, rough sex, overstimulation, and dacryphilla

“Wow your so lucky to have a woman like Mriko control you,”

“She must be a great dom!”

“It must be heaven to be with such a dominant woman”

Those are one of the many comments you get from a day to day basis but it was all worth when you two were eventually alone, Rumi was on the bed completely bare face down ass up just the way you like her with her tail showing shaking a little in excitement and anxiousness as you rubbed your hands over her body

Rumi had been begging for this since earlier, whispering how much she wanted you to fuck her pretty hole deep inside along a mess of her perfect cunt or touching you way too much while inform of the cameras, it was already bad enough that she had to walk around in such a slutty outfit practically screaming to be ripped off of her.

You pulled out making her whine and complain about the loss of your fingers and how much she wanted you to fuck her quickly so you positioned your cock and slammed into her pussy at full force causing her to let out a choked moan tears coming out as you began to fuck her rough and deep not wasting a minute fucking her the way she wanted

But of course you weren’t gonna let her go that easy, the moment she came on your cock her legs wobbling and her body twitching you wasted no time in hitting her as deep as you can with your cock ramming her at full force making her cry but she knew better then to ask you to slow down knowing she wanted exactly this and nothing else, to be used like someone’s property wholeheartedly and completely

Oh I want to write something based off of this, I don’t know what but anything will work… (by the way support the creator they’re writing is amazing 😭)

so… guess who is still alive? *giggles and twirls hair*

anyways, do people still like swtcw? no??? well… fuck everyone then

If you ask Fives on what he expected when he (bashfully) volunteered to join General [Name] on scouting around the area as the rest of the 501st and Nova squad set camp, Fives would absolutely say he did not expect… this…

“O-oh… sir!” Fives half whines, half moans as [Name] push both his fingers knuckle-deep inside his hole. The poor clone let out more pathetic noises as [Name] moved his fingers, scissoring Fives slowly as he was trying to prep Fives as much as he can before he shoves his cock inside the clone.

Fives was a flustered and whimpering mess. Not only was he laid before his commanding officer, strip out of his uniform, and he was also acting like a pathetic mess.

It was all that kriffing flowers fault! Fives was sure that red odd flower that spat pollen on his face earlier had made him… so vulnerable and… his body hot. Granted he might have some part to blame as he did take off his helmet and didn’t heed [Name]’s warning about the fauna of this godforsaken planet was odd and freaky— but still!

Fives shut his eyes tight as he buries his face in his folded arms as he remembered what he did. Fives didn’t know if he can look at the general in the eye after this. Acting like a fucking shiny and whimpering so pathetically that he felt hot and weak as he had unconsciously grinded on [Name]’s thighs earlier.

“K… kriff, sir… please,” Fives weakly whined as he unconsciously grind on the ground, trying to get some simulation on his red, aching cock. [Name] only let out a chuckle at his plea. It was adorable as Fives continued to grind on the ground so desperately.

[Name] paid more attention to the mess laid before him. Fives’ cock was pressed in between his stomach and the brown cloak that belonged to the Jedi, leaking precum onto both the clone’s stomach and the cloak. [Name] frowned a little at that, it seems like Fives made a mess on his cloak. He hopes the others won’t notice he wasn’t wearing his brown cloak when he gets back.

Hmm, maybe he can get Fives to clean it up later. [Name] knew there was a river nearby and maybe he can make the clone lick his own precum off the cloak—

“A-ah— sir!” Fives cried, arching his back as he came. Fives didn’t know whether to be embarrassed at how easily he came undone just by [Name]’s fingers or feel relieved about some of the unbearable hotness his body felt was gone a little bit.

— ah… he definitely wasn’t going to use that cloak anymore. Fives was going to pay for this mess.

[Name] pushed his fingers deep inside Fives in annoyance, the clone letting out a loud gasp as [Name]’s fingers hit his prostrate. Fives’ eyes snapped wide open as he let out a sob. Ah, kriff… Fives has a strong feeling this is one of many orgasms [Name] was going to fuck out him.

I love this post the writing is impeccable not I could reread this forever please support the creator!

Hysteria 2.0

Lucio/AMAB Reader

Notes: plague era, doctor/patient, handjobs, mask kink, cum eating, a bit of cbt, humiliation/degradation, piss, lucio can’t get it up, prostate milking, 6k words

☞. . . The long awaited sequel I mentioned! If you read the first and thought ‘hey just jerking him off isn’t enough’ then this is the fic for you!

Your world is dark and red and plague coats the streets as thickly as molasses. It seems the city has crumbled a little more with each person that falls. With a life so bitter, you clung to the ounce of hope you had and applied for apprenticeship under a doctor at the palace. Asra left, desperate for distance from the city but you couldn’t join him—you wouldn’t, this was your home and you’re determined to piece it back together no matter what it takes.

The pungent smell of rubbing alcohol and the distant tang of coppery blood assault your nose even through your mask. The skittering of beetles from the pit buzz in your ears like terrible white noise, fueling your unease—but you persist, this is your job now. You chose this.

“I trust you to go on your own this time. It’ll be no different, it’s just like we’ve done together.” Doctor Devorak speaks monotonously and his eyes are bruised with sleep deprivation. Constantly, he hunches over books and furiously scribbles notes in an attempt to find a cure. Would it be in vain? You’re unsure, but if this takes a little stress off his shoulders, you’ll do it. “Be careful.” He says after a moment's hesitation.

In your bag, you carry all the equipment you need for your patient. Count Lucio.

You’ve gotten as used to his cocky persona as much as one possibly could. Even riddled with the plague, he still acts as though he’s the same man as before. He knows he isn’t—though denial is the greatest placebo. You’ve gotten used to your mask by now and your lenses barely fog up anymore. It scares Lucio, though he doesn’t show it willingly. You rap three times on his chamber doors before entering.

His room smells of disinfectant and night air that seeps through his cracked window. “Good evening, Count.” You greet coolly, approaching his bedside and placing your bag on top of an oak wood dresser. Lucio scans his eyes over you, red and puffy. “Which one are you?” His voice is rough and scratchy, you assume he’s been having coughing fits. You answer him with your name and he seems to perk up. “Your voice is too muffled with that thing.” Lucio gestures vaguely at your beaked mask. “Where’s Doctor Jules?” He watches as you unpack your bag and pull out various tools. 

“Working.”

“He’s no fun. You know what they say, three's a party.” 

Lucio is a terrible flirt and he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care about boundaries between doctor and patient. If it were up to him, he’d have both his favorite doctors in his room with him after hours. But that isn’t what this is, he’s reminded. He’s a dying man and it’s a procedural matter.

You don’t answer his cocky remark and gather your stethoscope. You plug it in your ears and press the metal disk to his chest. “Hey! A little warning might be nice!” Lucio groans, nearly jolting at the cold metal. “Quiet, I need to hear.”

Luckily, he shuts up and you listen to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. You move it over his lungs and his breath rattles. “I need to put it under your shirt.” You lean back up and Lucio grins. “Oh? If you wanted me shirtless you just had to ask.” He grins and you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to take off your shirt, I’ll put it under.”

You lift the hem of his linen shirt and press the metal to his naked chest. It draws a gasp from him that you ignore. You move it across his chest where you need to listen and reach around to press it against his back. His lungs sound like a baby’s rattle, scratchy and clogged. His skin is warm to the touch though you can barely feel it through your thick gloves.

You move the metal disk higher and lower as you need it and Lucio’s heart rate accelerates as you move back to his chest. 

“Remember to stay calm, we needn’t any heart palpitations.” Your voice is smooth and methodical. Setting the stethoscope aside for a moment, you fetch a band from your bag. “Would it be wrong for me to say you make my heart skip a beat?” Lucio croaks, completely ignorant of your lingo.

“Yes, that’s what a heart palpitation is, milord.” 

“Right, I knew that.”

You grab Lucio’s right arm with gentle hands, turning it to expose the crook of the reddened flesh and tying the band tight around his bicep. He winces at the pinch of skin and watches you like a hawk as you place the stethoscope under the band and plug it back into your ears. You watch the clock across from his bed, counting each beat of his heart with practiced ease. Lucio barely holds in the painful cough once the full minute is over, turning his head and covering his mouth with the palm of his hand. 

You take a moment to write down his vitals and rub his back while he swallows thickly and clears his throat. “Why are you doing that.” Lucio’s voice comes off more nasally than usual, craning his neck to peer over his shoulder where your hand lays. “I’m offering you comfort. Do you want me to stop?” You feel you may have crossed a line despite the count's provocative nature. 

“No! No. By all means, keep touching me.” Lucio attempts to keep the familiar swagger in his tone yet you don’t miss how desperate he’d sounded for that split second. 

You don’t reply to him, just moving your gloved palm to his forehead and the heat seeps through the leather. You sigh softly. “Fever still high. May I try something, milord?” You question and Lucio scoffs—well, the best he can without sending himself into a hacking fit. You take that as a ‘whatever’ and loosen the fingers of your glove, pulling it off. Lucio watches with interest as you place your bare hand to his clammy forehead and summon a simple cooling spell. He groans softly and leans into your hand. 

“How’d you do that?” 

“I’m well acquainted with magic.”

“Magic, huh? Must’ve lucked out with you, eh?” 

Again, you pass over his comment and press your fingers over his temples and behind his ears, alleviating him of possible migraines. Your patient sighs a deep breath, the tension in his body slowly relaxing. “Keep that up and I’ll have to order you a raise.” Lucio hums and you remove your hand, slipping your glove back on. “I’m not getting paid, milord. I volunteered to help.” You clarify and the count gawks at you. 

“You willingly chose to do this? Man..” he clicks his tongue and makes a sound of disbelief. 

You continue the routine you’ve practiced with him before, taking notes on his behavior and advancements with his sickness.

“Have the assistants been helping you with your physical therapy?” You question, setting the quill down in its holder as you address Lucio. “Hmph, they haven’t even tried.” He huffs, staring ahead at the painting across from his bed—a commissioned portrait of a man defeating death, how ironic. 

“That’s no good..” you mumble. “I’m assuming no one has taken you walking?”

“No. None of them want to touch me—I mean, I’m the COUNT, who wouldn’t want to fawn over me??” 

You let him ramble as you take note of the lack of aid from his assistants. “I’ll help you with simple stretches today. I’ll give word about the slacking.” You announce, taking a moment to pop the joints in your arms and back. If you weren’t mistaken, the count would be like dead weight at this point, and stiff joints wouldn’t help you in this endeavor. “Are you ready, milord?” You prepare yourself to haul him upright at the edge of the bed, only waiting on his consent.

“If you hurt me, I’ll kill you.” 

“This won’t hurt, I’m only going to relieve your body aches.” 

Lucio gives you a skeptical look before nodding his head, pushing his arms out to allow you to grip under his arms, fingers pressing into his ribs as you help to position him. “First we’ll start with your arm; we can tackle your prosthetic later, though I’m sure you might need to take a break from wearing it to keep your skin from chafing…” you ramble on, more so to yourself than Lucio. He winces at the notion of removing his prosthetic, lips curling into a snarl. “No, the arm stays on.” 

You only nod. “Yes, milord, I’ll make sure to inform the others of your decision.” 

Lucio sits as straight as he can, back still aching as you take his right arm and start with overhead stretches. Sweat stains litter his shirt, and you make a mental note to have someone help him change after your checkup. Your thumbs glide down the inside of his arm, down over the red veins and to his wrist, pushing his hand down, holding, up, holding. Lucio watches like a predator watches its prey, yet sitting there with his hand in yours, back hunched, he seems more of a sad child; one who wears a pout on his face and kicks his feet where they dangle from his chair. 

A strand of dull blonde hair falls into his face, and you push it back without really thinking about it, briefly raking your fingers through in a swift moment to instill its place among his hairline. Lucio closes his eyes, a rattling sigh and a sniffle of his nose. Something tells you to stay just a moment longer, and so you do, only under the guise of massaging his temples to relieve his headaches. 

“We’ll do bed stretches for your legs, we needn’t overdo it.” Your voice, muffled by the leather beak of your mask, breaks him from his stupor. Lucio nods and clears his throat, which only leads to another coughing fit that you rub his back through. “Lay back when you’re ready.”

He raises his brow, then chuckles raggedly. “I knew you’d come around,” Lucio heckles, half falling back onto his elbows. You tut and guide him back yourself. “You have to lay back so I can stretch your legs.” 

He rolls his eyes, rubbing the cool metal of his hand over his forehead. “Let me have a little fun, won’t you?”

You don’t answer, unwilling to fuel his fantasies. Your gloved fingers wrap around his ankle, one hand holding by the heel of his foot and the other in the crook under his knee. Slow and steady, you push his leg forward, knee bending near his chest. You don’t push it, just holding for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating. 

Lucio doesn’t know if it’s just the fever talking, or the warm solid body maneuvering his, but he can feel the already present flush on his face getting hotter, his heart beating faster within his rib cage. He takes a deep breath, then out. This isn’t too bad, just stretching. Just his doctor's apprentice stretching his legs for him, with that hideous mask that for some reason has butterflies fluttering in his stomach. 

“Good job, keep breathing just like that.”

Shit. He really wishes you wouldn’t talk like that right now. 

Now you’ve set his foot on your shoulder, using it as leverage to push it back, focusing on the hinge of his hips, and by god does that send his blood right between his legs. You don’t notice the stirring in his trousers, nor do you stop and look—then again why would you look. 

You release his leg and move to the other, repeating the same cycle from before with intense concentration in those hollow eyes of your mask. 

Lucio’s breathing is getting heavier, you notice, so you stop. “Milord, are you o… oh.” The air in the room freezes, everything still and your heartbeat rises in your ears. “I apologize, I’ll leave you to tend to yourself,” you flounder, immediately turning to pack up your bag. Nothing prepared you for this, none of your training ever taught you how to approach this kind of situation. 

“Wait!” Lucio struggles to push himself up, but he gets there, braving his arms behind him. “You’re not just gonna leave are you?” 

That scene is still replaying in your head, the Count flat on his back with his legs fallen spread on the bed, eyes trailing down in between his legs—somewhere you never should have looked. “I, I mean, this is unprofessional,” your hands clenched at your chest, soft leather creaking at your joints. “That would be taking advantage of you.” 

Lucio scoffs. “Taking advantage of me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my role, I could have you executed if you so much as pissed me off.” He swallows, pressing his hand down on the bed in between his legs, his wrist and forearm blocking the soft tenting in his pants. “So believe me when I’m asking you to do this,” there’s a new softness on his face, like he was just moments away from getting onto his knees—well if he could get on his knees. 

You straighten your back, hands falling to your sides. “Ok, then. Ask me properly.” You demand, heart beating wildly in your chest nonetheless. For a moment Lucio looks almost surprised. Then, a catlike grin spreads across his pale face. 

“Please Doctor, would you touch me?” He damn near purrs the word, the persistent flush on his face darkening for other reasons. “You wouldn’t leave your patient crying, now would you?”

You gather your bearings, heart hammering in your chest. A tad too stiffly, you begin searching through your bag. “Hey, I did what you wanted. What’re you doing now?” Lucio bobs his head around in an attempt to peer into your bag. You snap it shut after finding what you needed. “I won’t do it dry. Lay back, this won’t hurt a bit.” You unscrew the jar of vaseline, setting it down with a little clack onto his nightstand. Lucio’s already laid flat on his back by the time you turn around, struggling to shimmy out of his pants. 

You grant him some reprieve, replacing his hands with yours and tugging down the waistband. “Finally,” he groans, cool air wafting over his hot skin. His half-hard dick lays on his belly.

“Now, stay still.” 

With a gloved hand coated in lubricant, you grab his cock, slowly pumping him into full hardness. Lucio grips at the bedsheets, expensive linens wrinkling under his hands. The leather of your gloves glides across his heated flesh softer than he imagined it’d feel- the worn-in material like pure heaven. 

“Doctor,” he gasps again, pants still snug around his thighs while he gives a pathetic buck of his hips. You press your free hand against his lower stomach, thumb rubbing right under the head of his cock. “Stay still, we needn’t cause any distress. Your palm acts as a stabilizer against his stomach, keeping him from the rowdy attempts at what his previous, healthy, body would have reacted with. 

“I hope this relieves some stress, milord,” you twist your wrist and Lucio shudders. “Your health and well-being are my greatest priority.” Your thumb strokes along his jutted hipbone, mask-clad head tilting the tiniest bit to the side as you watch him writhe and pant. 

“That’s-“ a heaving cough wracks through his body, making his stomach clench and cock twitch in your hand. “Th-that’s not sexy talk at all.” He groans, eyebrows furrowing and sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh?” You rub your thumb over his slit and a shuddering moan falls from his lips. “You seem to be gaining gratification right now, is this not sufficient? Would you like me to be a little more…intimate?” You press down lightly on his lower stomach, feeling his dick jump again in your hand as you start pumping faster.

“I-it would be, hg- fuck, helpful,” Lucio chokes, hastily trying to kick his pants off his thighs, the need for more mobility clawing up his spine until he's wiggling like a worm trying to get free. 

You sigh, letting go of his dick and letting it fall against his stomach in favor of grabbing the hem of his waistband and sliding them down his legs. They fall to the floor with a soft thump. Lucio lifts his legs up to his chest, trying to make purchase on the edge of the bed rather than dangle off. “Don’t squirm, you’ll only hurt yourself.” You take his dick in your hand again and give another pump, something that makes his legs tremble. “Don’t tell me what to- ohhh,” his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering when you start stroking again, fast and methodical. He shouldn’t be much longer now, not with how he's starting to leak on your gloves. 

His toes curl in his socks, his cool metal hand fumbling to brush up his shirt and thumb over a peachy nipple. You roll your eyes under your mask. You might as well.

You reach up and let your fingers rub over his second nipple, and the rumbly groan of delight that leaves his ragged throat is clue enough that you’ve made the right move. “You’re- you’re fucking creepy-” Lucio keens, weakly rutting his hips up. 

“This mask is for my protec-”

“I know,” he heaves a great big breath with you carefully stroke his dripping slit. “The mask- it-it’s creepy but it's hot and, and-fuck!” 

One well-timed grind of your finger under the head and tug on his nipples has him cumming abruptly, his thin hips giving aborted thrusts as weak loads of cum splatter against his stomach and taper off to drip down your gloved knuckles. Slowly, you taper off your stroking until he's gone soft in your hand. “I hope you feel satisfied. Now,” you give a disguised grimace under your mask at your gloved hand. “I should be taking my leave-!”

Lucio locks his legs around your hips, nudging you up against his as your knees knock against the edge of the bed. He leans upon his golden arm. “S’ not enough,” his heels dig into your tailbone. “Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it.” Your shock limits you enough for him to grab your soiled hand and bring it to his face. “You love your Count, don’t you?” He holds your wrist as he drags his tongue over your palm, licking up his own mess. “I’ll reward you, you can use me like a toy-”

The moment he tries to kiss your palm you yank your hand away with a sucked in breath, your heart hammering in your ears. You should leave, you should put a stop to this and forget that this ever happened.

…But you don’t. You don’t step away. You harden your gaze behind your mask and brace your hands on either side of his ribcage, looming over him. 

“You really think you’re still in charge, don’t you?” Your voice comes steady, and you can almost see the shiver that runs through Lucio’s body. “Do you think this would be a reward for me? As if I didn’t do this because I pitied you?”

“Pity-!“ he guffaws, though quickly shut up the lower you lean into his space. You’re like a predator above him, the soulless beaked mask covering any sense of humanity. And honestly, wasn’t this what he wanted? 

“Hold your tongue, milord, unless you’re using it to confess the truth.” The beak of your mask pokes against his blushed nose, and he scrunches up in reflex. His lips press into a thin line, barely hiding the tremble. “You begged me to touch you like a common whore- you will respect me. And if you truly want me to fuck you, you will beg again.” 

There’s silence for a moment throughout the room. It’s still aside from the labored breaths, the baby rattle of his chest. Then, slowly, you can see his tongue poke into his cheek and confusion gathers in your mind until-

Lucio snorts and spits onto the beak of your mask. “Fuck you.” 

Slowly, his viscous saliva slides down the bridge of your mask's nose, tinted with red specks and blood. You lean up, lips tugging into a scowl. With a quick movement, you swipe the spit off your mask and grab the Count by the face. Lucio winces, red eyes narrowing on you. “You insufferable little brat. You should be lucky I even touched you, not with your wife ignoring you up in this wing. Does she know you flirt with me? Does she know that you’re begging for scraps of attention like a dog? Does she care?” 

Meeting your steely gaze, tinted by the red lenses of your mask, something in Lucio changes. You’re his only hope in any affection, you’re his only chance to be loved again–no matter how cruel it starts. Something in Lucio breaks. 

“Give it to me.” He croaks, his nose hot and eyes wet. “I-I’ll take whatever- just love me, please.” …is what he doesn’t say. Instead, he swallows that pride of his and mutters a bitter ‘please’.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.” You demand, fingers pressing into his cheeks and squishing his face. His lips pucker embarrassingly. “Please.” Lucio repeats, louder and rough. Seemingly satisfied, you let go of his face and pat his cheek like rewarding a dog. “Now was that so hard? Someone should have taught you manners.” You knock his legs off your hips and return to your bag, rummaging for the vaseline you put back too soon. “I ought to put that mouth of yours to work, keep you quiet, but I don’t trust you not to bite.”

Lucio scowls, yet his heart quickens again as you unscrew the jar and scoop out a glob of viscous goop. “Wanna try your luck?” He slurs instead, tapping his teeth together as punctuation.

With your cleaner hand, you knock his legs back together and grab under the knees, pushing them up to his chest. He makes a gurgled sound of surprise, semi hard dick still hanging between the gap of his thighs. “I’d rather pull the stick out of your ass.” You grin a sarcastic grin, not that he can see it anyway. Lucio rolls his eyes, although short lived as they shoot open with the first prod of your fingers. 

“Shit!” He yelps. “Couldn’t have made it warmer?” His toes curl in his socks, clenching up at the feeling of cold lubricant against his skin.

“You’re awfully spoiled, do you know that?” You rub circles over his rim, slowly warming up until he’s stopped clenching up so tightly. He grumbles, though goes quiet when you push the first finger in. You look up quizzically and find his eyes have clenched tightly shut. 

“What is it now?” You ponder, finger sliding in and out, in and out, repetitively until he’s relaxed more and more. “Milord.” You call, crooking your finger up and-

“FUCK!”

The shout takes you off guard, and you almost pull your finger out until you see the tip of his dick wet and sticky with pre. “Oh?” You hum, bringing your finger in position again to rub at the gland inside. Lucio nearly chokes, dick twitching again in front of you. “Oh what a shame, it must have been so long since someone has touched you here, hasn’t it? If you’re giving me a reaction like that.”

“Shu-uuuoh-“ pre is steadily dripping from his slit, much more liquid than before as it pools on his balls and taint. “Ughn- j-just fu-huuuh-“ his eyes roll, heat pooling in every part of his body with each forceful press against his prostate, milking yet another glob of pre from his cock. “Fuck me alreadyyy,” 

You tut, pulling your finger out and slathering more vaseline on. “Just a finger in and you’re already whoring yourself out- oh, my mistake, you already did that already.” You slide two fingers in, watching as Lucio’s rim widens and sucks in your digits. He can’t find himself to come up with a witty reply, too caught up in his own pleasure to comprehend half of what you’re saying.

More and more he loosens, weakly fluttering around your fingers with each pump. Three fingers in, and his pre- or at this point just cum- has dripped down onto your knuckles and coated his back end. “Filthy old man, you’re leaking all over my hand.” 

Lucio guffaws. “Old?!” He babbles out his disdain for the adjective quite nasally.

You push three fingers up firmly against his abused prostate, grab his balls in your other fist, and squeeze.

“FU-HUUH-“ 

It’s almost as if the cum has been squeezed out of him, forceful sprays of the liquid splattering across your beaked mask. You flinch at the splatter, yet give his balls one more firm squish and twist before letting the flesh go, watching his dick fall limp between his thighs. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you, Milord? Are you still craving my touch?” You slide your fingers out of his ass with a wet squelch, wiping your gloved hand in his thigh. 

Lucio stares at the ceiling for a moment, vision spinning and chest heaving. He’s sore already in the groin, yet he wants more. You’ve given him a taste and now he’s starving; you’ve shown him your cruelty tonight, and he can only imagine how else you’ll beat him down. “Yes-“ he swallows, leaning up on his elbows to get a good look at you. 

He nearly falls back again at the sight. That horrific mask that he hates so much, splattered with his own semen. It fills him with an odd feeling, one of both arousal and discomfort. That mask plagued him- literally, and now seeing it tainted, seeing it in a new light, it makes his chest tighten and privates throb. He…likes this mask, when it’s on you. And that thought both scares and excites him at the same time. 

“You’ve gotten me messy,” you rise, meeting him face to mask and caging him in. “And you’re going to clean it. Go on, lick it clean like the mutt you are.” 

Lucio grimaces, staring at his own reflection in the big red glass eyes of your mask. And then, somewhat to your own surprise, he sticks his tongue out and timidly laps at the end of your beak. You lean down a little further, the tip of the leather beak pressing against his lips. 

The sickly blonde turns his head to the side of your mask, licking a stripe against the cool leather, cleaning his own semen from the material. He groans, sloppily licking the rest of the sticky mess off your mask with enthusiasm unfit for his previous behavior. You can only suppose it’s his not so secret desire to be humiliated.

His eyes have glazed over a bit, his licking leading back to the beak of your mask, his lips parting further like he wants to try and take it in his mouth. You chuckle and give his cheek a rough pat. “You’re that eager to have your mouth filled, huh?” 

Lucio straightens up in a sense, embarrassment crossing his face. “I- Shut up!” 

A type of wolfish grin stretches your lips and you stand straight, re-spreading his legs and unbuckling your belt. The count licks his lips. “Fucking finally,” 

“Don’t get so cocky, milord, with how desperate you’re acting it might be too much.” You unbutton the front of your trousers and pull your cock through the hole, heavy and aching in your gloved hand. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.” He seethes, yet angels his hips for you as you press the head of your cock against his stretched rim. You push into him without any further warning, easing into his lube-soaked hole with a low groan. 

Lucio’s jaw falls slack, a strangled and aborted sound coming from the back of his throat. 

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed, milord?” You punctuate with a quick snap of your hips, forcing the rest of your dick into him. He gurgles, hands coming up to his mouth as a heavy coughing fit tears through his chest.

“Yes,” he croaks when the coughing subsides, the convulsion making him clench tightly around you. “Fuck, I needed it, so bad,” 

You brace your hand against his skinny stomach, slowly pulling out and pushing back in at your own pace. Lucio groans in protest, complaining about the speed and making half-thought jabs. “All, all that talk,” he laughs breathlessly, though his eyelids flutter and he chokes on a whine when you bottom back out. “Can’t e-even fu-“

You roll your eyes, pull out, and snap your hips back in.

“Fuck!” His own cry punctuates your thrust, his head knocking back against the bed. 

You build a quicker pace, fucking into him roughly and without care. Right now, he’s your plaything. 

The rhythmic slapping grows louder and louder, blended with pitiful moans and cries, vulgar and desperate. Lucio’s face screws into one of brutal pleasure, his teeth grit and eyes screwed shut; all framed with the brightest cherry blush, only partly from his sickly hue. 

You tear your gaze from his face, trailing down his frail chest and stomach and-

“…you’re not hard.” 

You slow and grab his limp cock in your hand, roughly pumping it. “You’re all limp, Milord.” 

His eyes shoot open, something like fear and humiliation flashing in his red eyes. “D-don’t,”

“Don’t what?” You dig your thumb into his slit. His dick gives a twitch but ultimately remains soft and useless. “It’s not my fault your dick is broken.” 

Lucio snarls, though it holds no true malice. You slide your hands under his knees and push them up by his chest, picking up the pace again. His head rolls, hand reaching out to paw at your chest, fingers hooking on your light colored uniform. His flaccid dick slaps against his belly with each push of your hips, and the forceful press jolts him up against the bed almost violently.

“You truly are useless,” you spit, hips slapping against his, heart hammering in your chest. Lucio gasps and heaves, his sickly pale skin flushed red and sweaty. His sunken eyes are tear-filled, dampening his lashes and sliding over his cheekbones. “All you’re good for is warming my cock.” 

To your surprise, Lucio hiccups and nods, weakly holding onto the bunched fabric of your shirt. In that moment, you realize just how weak Lucio is; how frail his body is, and how easy it would be to break him. 

“You stopped,” he croaks, weakly punching your chest. “Duh-don’t be such a pussy,”

Ah. Maybe he doesn’t need too much tenderness after all. 

You forgo your hold under his knees to grab his thin hips instead, squeezing tight enough to leave a violet bruise in your wake. “I thought maybe I should have granted you a little softness—but it seems that was wrong of me.” Your hips snap forward almost brutally, and the leverage that your grip on his hips gives you is similar to fucking him as if he was but a toy. You watch his eyes roll, jaw falling slack as a moan not unlike a strangled bird tears from his raw throat. “What, hah, would everyone think,” you begin, curling your fingers into the skin of his hips and belly, thumbs hooking into his hip bones. Lucio hisses at the ache. 

“Knowing if you were fucked by a common person, a nobody, according to you.” He clenches at the thought, forming a vice around your throbbing cock. Hot pleasure seethes through your veins, and it seems if anything, The Count truly is just good for a fuck. 

With each taunt, each rough thrust, your fingers press deeper into his skin, until you can feel a faint and lingering heartbeat under your fingertips. Your hands slide over his stomach, and a high-pitched cry tears from his throat, the look of pure shock laid across his face. Confusion gathers in you until you look down and see that limp, useless cock of his leaking hot piss over his taut stomach. It only hits you then that you had dug your fingers right into his bladder, practically squeezing it out of him–but he doesn't need to know that. 

You guffaw instead, watching the last spurts of his yellow steam taper off and drip down the side of his stomach, pooling under him. 

“Oh my gods- I had never taken you for a bedwetter, milord.” Lucio flinches at the humiliation…and yet his legs curl around your hips, limp dick still slapping against his now wet belly. 

“Should I inform the other doctors and tell them that their count is incontinent? That their count is no better than a bedwetting child?” 

“M’not a- uhng, hn!”

You strike his prostate and a small glob of fluid leaks from his piss wet dick. “Oh?” You cock your head to the side in thought. “Was that supposed to be you trying to cum?” Lucio’s face is a steady red, his teeth grit and brows furrowed. Your balls slap against his ass, the coiling knot in your stomach gathering tighter. Lucio babbles something about how you shouldn't talk about him like that, that he could make you pay–all the while moaning like a cheap whore. 

And at some point, the tightness in your gut grows too tight, too intense. You knock his legs off your hips, pulling out to Lucio’s disgruntlement–and finishing on his stomach. Your cum splatters against the sticky urine already coating his stomach, almost mixing together in a disgusting concoction of a night of bad decisions. 

“Asshole,” Lucio gasps, head falling back against the bed. “Shoulda’ came inside,” he bemoans. You roll your eyes, dragging your gloved fingers through the puddle of cum and piss on his stomach. “Oh, shut up.” You shove your messy fingers in his mouth unceremoniously. Lucio looks at you almost pitifully, but slurps up the fluids off your fingers almost too eagerly. You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and to your surprise, he keeps his mouth open in wait. With a shrug of your shoulders, you keep feeding him until the mess on his stomach is almost completely gone and his eyes are starting to droop with exhaustion. 

You pull away, stepping into your own space to tuck yourself back in your pants before grabbing a spare cloth from your bag and wiping the rest of the sticky mess from his stomach. Lucio leans up on his elbows, watching you almost cautiously, like he hadn't expected this. “I…I hope this satisfied you like you had wanted.” You find yourself murmuring, wiping the lube and sweat from his thighs and ass before putting his underwear and pants back on him. “It did.” He grins lopsidedly, breathing out a comforting sigh as you help him sit up.

“We should do it again next time, how bout’ that?”

You pull the damp sheets off his bed, taking care to slide them out easily from under him. “I don’t quite know about that.”

Lucio pouts, crossing his arms. “I’ll see you again at least, right?” He grumpily lifts his arms as you pull his shirt back over his head. 

“Of course, this is my job.” You pack your bag again and pause, reaching out to push Lucio’s hair back. He leans into it near desperately, choking down a whimper when you pull your hand away. “I’ll send someone to get you fresh linens and garments.” 

“Do you…” he trails off as you approach the large door. “Do you like me?”

The question takes you off guard, and the look on his face is heartwrenching. You open your mouth and then stop. This is the man who sentenced those down on their luck to the bloody arena. This is the man who partied while his people died of the plague. Do you like him?

“...Goodnight, milord.”

The door closes behind you with a soft thump, and Lucio is left alone again. 

Pathetic Hero~ Mount Lady x Ex Villain Male Reader

Request: so how about mha mount lady X Male Reader who's an ex villain and she wants to roleplay villain wins and hero loses and Reader uses her horns as handle bars during sez

Author Note: I didn’t know how to set the scene itself so decided to just go right into it like it’s real but just know it’s all consensual and extra smutty just for you

Warning(s)⚠: sub mount lady, roleplay, rough sex, p in v, semi public, degraditon, breeding, and consensual non consent

You and Mount lady were very experimental in your sexual relationship especially when it came to kinks and role playing

So it was no surprise when your girlfriend had asked you to play as the villain for this scene and you of course agreed deciding to go with hero vs villain where you win this time

And you set up the scene.

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

You pinned her so her chest was touching the cold stone in a dark alley, bending her over before tearing a hole in her suit at the bottom giving you a clear view of her already wet cunt

“God looks at the sight of you... Who would have thought that the famous mount lady is just a desperate slut who needs to be put in her place,” you said spreading her folds and taking a look at her dripping cunt

“Imagine what your fans would think about their pathetic pro hero,” you chuckled as she groaned at the name, taking out your cock before rubbing against her hole

“Stop teasing me if your gonna fuck me then do it properly,” she complained as you just laughed at her trying so hard not to beg you and cry about how much she wanted your cock inside of her

You placed your hand on the small of her back pushing forward before shoving your cock causing a loud moan to erupt from her throat as you pushed your cock into her hole bottoming out

“Oh, shit!” She yelped feeling you inside of her as you started moving tantalizingly slow ago at her letting her feel the way you stretched her walls

“I’ve barely even started and you're already melting on my cock how cute of you,” you teased her watching as her face turned more red her body completely flushed only from you entering her

You let out a groan pulling back out and slamming into her once more her heat engulfing your length as she let out a slight yelp feeling you fuck into her as her legs trembled

You rammed into her hard over and over again holding her by the hips before moving to grab her horns using them to stable yourself as she shrieked from the sensation

“Quiet down, or else someone will walk and you see yourself for the slut you are,” you said gaining a whine from her as she covered her mouth only to squeeze down on your cock from the mere thought

“Oh aren’t you a dirty girl, the thought of someone seeing you so wrecked turns you on doesn’t~ it,” you laughed as she tried to shake her head no only for you to slam your hips against her core

Her mouth fell slack as you continued to pound her pussy leaving her both breathless and mindless as she succumbed to the pleasure that overtook her body high pitch whines left her mouth

“Look at you, coming undone from a villain’s hand. I thought you were supposed to hate me, Mount Lady,” you said lowly whispering in her ear watching as she tended to turn her head to the side

“Y-you can’t even fuc-” she started as you roughly grabbed her horns cutting her off and behaving to pound her pussy going even deeper than before quickly thrusting into her

“Shit!” She yelled as you abused her cunt going at an animalistic pace eager to break the hero that was already beginning to crumble in front of you as you used her better than anyone else who’s fucked her

“Where did that composure of yours go pro hero?” You said cackling not caring if anyone can hear you as you gripped her horns tighter causing a loud whine to come out of her

“Come on~ I thought you said I can’t fuck?” Saying that pulled her against your chest as you gave her a messy kiss spit dribbling out the corners as you sucked her tongue causing her moans to vibrate through you

You gave her a few sharp thrusts before cumming inside of her, painting her walls white as she came hard tears begging to fall, you let her go and pulled out only to see her struggle to hold herself up

Your cum dripping out of her hole as her legs wobbled and she tried to catch her breath, you rubbed a soothing hand over her back to calm her down from the high

“We should’ve done that sooner” she giggled as you held her up so she wouldn’t fall

“You did seem to really like the whole thing” you said pressing a kiss on her head as she turned to face you

“Only cause it’s you” she said smiling making you chuckle as you helped her clean and you both left happily and satisfied.

~The End~

Penelope Decker x Lucifer's Younger Brother

Request: small Lucifer request about Male!Reader who's Lucifer's younger brother and both Lucifer and Chloe find out his dating Chloe's mom Penelope Decker please

Author Note: Reminder English is not my first language. when I was writing this I realized I know jack shit about Penelope Decker so just know I tried 😂

When Penelope invited you and Lucifer over to dinner with their family neither Chloe nor your brother could’ve guessed what happened next

The moment she announced you guy’s relationship, Lucifer’s anger could be seen from a mile away, you guys always got along but today was a little different

You guys were close so you knew about the fact that Lucifer loved Chloe but when you met Penelope you couldn’t help but fall for her

So you both dated in secret, the only people who knew were Mazikeen and Linda but they both had mixed opinions on whether or not you should tell you guys both decided not to keep it a secret for too long

Lucifer may have been a little (really) pissed at first but when he got over himself he became very supportive of your guy's relationship only wanting the best for you and for one of the few people he liked

Chloe is honestly confused about how you guys are together in the first place but also supportive of you two and happy that her mom had found someone who loved her a lot and that you guys were both happy

The two were still weirded out about the whole fact that you may become Chloe’s father at some point and that if they dated it would just make everything worse so they may or may not end up together

Trixie loves you and enjoys the fact that you guys are related she makes all of you guys play board games and it’s extremely awkward but you all still have a good time

Your relationship with Penelope is an exciting fun one you guys have your fun moments but you can also be serious and caring for each other along the way

She knows what you and your brother are because you came clean to her and showed your true self but still decided to love you for it regardless and pushed that fact aside loving you for who you are

Oh god Dan’s reaction would be hilarious, he hates Lucifer, and to find out his younger tot her is dating his ex-mother in law oh god I could already imagine the pure anger and disappointment

Over time everyone thinks your relationship is a very sweet one and you guys are just made for each other so they aren’t really upset or weirded out anymore

You guys are just happy loving your simple life as one of god’s children and Penelope by your side just very domestic and a fun time

You give off very adorable energy. I don’t know why and I’m pretty sure I have never seen you, but you remind me of a extremely gorgeous person. I don’t know if this makes sense, and if it is uncomfortable than I am sorry. I was trying to give a compliment, but I’m not very good at that.

Awww that’s so sweet of you, you might just be saying this to a bunch of different blogs but still I appreciate you I’m sure your gorgeous and beautiful too thank you lovely 😊

Avengers Giving You a Blowjob | Headcanons

Summary: Asking the avengers for a blowjob and rating the experience solely based on my opinion, I couldn’t fit all of the avengers so sorry if I missed some

Author Note: Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language. I’m working on all of your requests but in the meantime here’s a little treat for you guys.

Warning(s)⚠: dom reader, no use of pronouns, cum in mouth/face, gagging/choking, spit, drool, frottage, deep throating, face fucking, degrading, praising, and hair pulling

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Tony

The moment the words come out of your mouth he’s already on his knees and taking off your pants

Such a tease the entire time, giving you kitten licks, and swallowing your cock only for a quick second before teasing you all over again

If you want to make him actually suck your dick, hold him by his hair in place and thrust up into his mouth his eyes will roll back as he moans around you and finally starts doing it

Once he starts you won’t want him to stop, he’s an expert with his mouth and is extremely good with his tongue too, rarely pulling away for a break the entire time

He loves it when you fuck his throat and use his mouth he could cum from you just doing so but he won’t stop until you’ve came and loves it when you degrade him

The moment your close he’ll put your entire length in his mouth and let you cum down his throat swallowing and savoring every drop licking your cock clean

He’s really good overall but he’d just prefer it if you’d fuck his face instead so he’s an extreme tease for the first half just wants to be told off

Steve

Shocked you even asked him but is still willing, he nervously gets down on his knees and asks if he can take off your pants

He’s trying to figure out how to make you feel good and looking up at you for instructions or an indication that he’s doing well so tell him that he is

Pulls away for some time to breathe before going immediately back in, he gets really into it after a while and starts to relax feeling more confident

Is a very quick learner and soon starts bobbing his head, flattening his tongue, kissing up your cock, and rubbing your entire length sensually

You can be rough or gentle with his hair hell love it either way and whine the entire time but it’ll give him a push to do better

When your close he doesn’t mind where you cum, but prefers it on his body rather than his mouth

A solid choice, he would be so adorable during it trying so hard to please you with his mouth and taking whatever you give him

Bruce

Give him a second he just had a mild cardiac arrest, seriously though give him a minute to recover he just died solely from your words alone

He’s willing but let him take his time, he slowly tries to swallow your cock gagging on your size and rubs whatever he can’t fit until he takes you all in

Instead of just using his spit he’s practically just cock warming you and he’s willing to do it while your busy

After the first time he’s much more willing to do it he gets into it and actually might ask you first sometimes

At first, he has to pull away a lot but eventually just gets used to having you in his mouth and can just hold you there

Doesn’t mind where you cum just doesn’t like it on his face but wouldn’t mind if you came down his throat

Overall he’s a nervous wreck so you’d have to give him a good minute before he can even fit your cock in his mouth but after that, he gets used to it and starts liking it

Natasha

Not even slightly surprised or embarrassed the moment your pants are off it becomes straight-up porn star material

She’s slow but not painfully or in a teasing way, she’s slow in a passionate hot way taking her time sucking you slowly and softly licking you sensually

She’s the messiest of the bunch letting drool spill out of the sides of her mouth and will spit on your cock for a lubricant and kiss your cock with wet puffy lips

Although she isn’t teasing you at first she will later on tease you just to mess with or even swallowing your cock whole while looking up at you innocently during

Doesn’t have to pull away to breathe but hums while she takes in your length letting it vibrate around your cock as she laughs at your reactions

Doesn’t care where you cum but loves it on her face if you cum in her mouth she’ll show you it before swallowing it down, sticking out her tongue teasingly

Best one yet, you want a good time? ask her, she’ll give you the ride of your life and leave you breathless with a smile plastered on her face

Thor

Happy that you asked and is completely down for it, he’s excited and eager to do it just for the fun if it

He immediately just inhaled your cock taking you to the base, your dick hitting the back of his throat and his tongue flattened and rubbing the underside of your cock

I’m convinced that this man has no gag reflex and can deepthroat you without even needing to breathe you can do whatever he’s that talented

All of his movements are fast and rough just love the feeling of you in his mouth fucking his throat like a fleshlight

A little sloppy with your cock, spit dribbling out of his mouth and him licking you constantly he doesn’t spit but his mouth waters a ton when he’s deep-throating you

Prefers to swallow your load the bigger the amount the better he just wants you to ruin his mouth and loves it when you make a mess out of him

He’ll give you quick relief with his immediate intensity and mouth skills but if you prefer to just take your time he doesn’t mind that either he has high stamina after all

Wanda

Probably never sucked dick so she’s confused why you asked her but does it anyways

She loves foreplay taking her time rubbing your cock and massaging your balls pressing a kiss on your cock before sucking lightly on the tip

But don’t worry she’s not too slow the moment she has you fully in your mouth she immediately starts gagging on your cock and squeezing her thighs together

She likes to just have you on her tongue the feeling is relaxing to her and likes it when you lightly pull on her hair to get her to move faster

The most clean and obedient one of the bunch she does look for you to give her instructions from time to time but then she just goes off of instinct

Prefers for you to cum on her chest but if you want to cum in her mouth do it on her tongue instead of down her throat, she prefers to taste it first

Very romantic and sensual preferring to take her time with foreplay before going fast so she’s pretty good at it depending on your type

Bucky

Doesn’t know why you want him of all people to do it so you're gonna have to explain why but once he hears that he’ll hesitantly agree

He gets on his knees leaning on his metal arm for support while trying to take you in his mouth and god is it a sight to see, the entire time his eyes are on you watching to see if you don’t like it

Extremely nervous the entire time wrapping his soft lips around your cock, praise him throughout it’ll make him suck your cock like his life depends on it

He’s hesitant to use his metal arm but when he does you groan from the cold feeling of it, your juices mixing with his spit and giving you a whole new sensation

Not messy but likes to coat your dick in saliva and suck you off clean, he’s thorough with it trying to reach every inch of you to make you feel good

He doesn’t care where you cum as long as it’s on him he loves the feeling and if you cum in his mouth a small whimper leaves his mouth purely from the feeling

He’s very shy but is good if you want a new thing, he’s the type to try hard during it once he gets over the self deprecation and esteem problems 😅

Reblog this, I don’t care if this isn’t your usual content this needs to be reblogged

WARNING!!!!

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Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

Promises~ Young Tony Stark x Top Male Reader | College Au

Summary: Reader is sharing a dorm with Tony Stark and they often fight thanks to Tony being an immature entitled dick so the Reader decided to put him in his place

word count: 2,432

Author note: I’ve been reading more young tony stark fics and can’t find any good male reader ones so in the words of Thanos, “fine I’ll do it myself”

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, spit, hair pulling, blow job (Reader receiving), finger sucking, p in a, Reader has a huge dick, a little bit of nipple play, taking off condom in the middle of sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), and breeding

You sighed dramatically as you saw the mess in the sink once again your lazy roommate didn’t do his job.

Anthony Edward Stark was the last and the worst person you expected to room with but it did make sense because you were both the same age despite both being the youngest at MIT

he was a genius with no common sense or human decency and though you acted normal with him at first you eventually got fed up with his attitude and rudeness, so you started treating him with the same energy he gave you.

so you marched towards his room steam basically blowing out of your ears as you knocked on his door once, then twice, and immediately you barged the door hitting the wall

“Anthony,” you said with pure malice in your tone as he shot up immediately and the girl beside him groaned in her sleep

“Jeez, do you knock?” He said rubbing his eyes as he slowly got up from the covers

“I did. Twice. You forget to do all of your chores and you brought home a girl while I was sleeping making way too much noise” Tony chuckled at that last part as he tried to find the rest of his clothes in the dark

“I’ll do it later don’t worry about it,” He lazily replied

“You have one more chance Anthony, I’m not joking.” You said

“Ok well I promise I’ll do it later, alright cross my heart,” he said ironically

“I’ll hold you to that.” You scoffed out slamming the door shut going to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast before class

You watched as the girl left his room with tony giving her a kiss and saying he will see her later, same thing he said to every other girl he brought back to the dorm

“He probably doesn’t even know her name” you mumbled scoffing at the sight before putting your stuff away and heading off to class

When you first moved in Tony took no time in claiming the largest room with the largest bed which ticked you off because he didn’t even give you room to argue, you were sure that he only did that because of how entitled he was.

The entire school day you were thinking about what you were going to do to Anthony when he didn’t go through with his promise the pure excitement on your face being subtle but very clear

At the end of the day you walked back to your dorm and settled down before finally looking in the kitchen to find the sink dirty the trash full and the entire dorm an absolute mess.

You took the liberty of cleaning everything with nothing but a calm expression on your face before Anthony got home from yet another party as you plopped yourself down on the couch after making yourself a drink

“Yeah I’ll definitely be there you can count on it” you heard him laugh as he clicked the door shut walking in with a dumb smile on his face wearing a black shirt with a collared jacket on that was now wrinkled and messy

“Hey Anthony,” you said in the calmest voice possible as he jumped back and put a hand over his chest trying to calm himself down

“God you just love scaring the crap out of me huh” he laughed almost nervously clearly knowing exactly what he did wrong

“Hmm let me guess you just forget the promise you made me? Or were you busy this time?“you said staring him dead in the face anger slowly building up inside of you

“I- well I had to kinda…” he stuttered scratching the back of his neck while trying to come up with a way out as you sat up and slowly walked towards him

“You know what Anthony I’m so tired of your bitchy attitude and your empty goddamn promises, you're selfish and you never take anything seriously your the most annoying person in the goddamn world!” You said as you backed him against a wall pinning him there with one arm

He looked up at you with a different expression from earlier that sent a shiver throughout your body but you weren’t going to give up that easy so you grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at you

“Do you have any idea how much work I had to cover for you? How much sleep I had to miss or time to do my own work?” You said pure anger coursing through you

“I can… make it up to you, make it…” he looked down at your pants hinting slightly before making eye contact again “worth your while” his voice barely above a whisper now.

You both just stared at each other silently, both not knowing what to say until he opened his mouth and took in your thumb sucking on the tip slightly

You wanted to pull your hand away and yell at him but you were too shocked to do anything, just watching his every movement that made you feel so unbelievably aroused, as he treated it like a cock

he licked your thumb before releasing it from his mouth with a string of spit still connecting it to his pretty lips that you wanted to ruin so badly

you wanted to fight back the urge to give in to his sexual antics but even you couldn’t deny the fact he was attractive, and at this moment he was downright gorgeous

You removed your thumb and grabbed his hair with the same hand pulling him closer and kissing him roughly as he wrapped his arms around your neck letting your tongue inside his mouth

After what felt like hours of you two making out, he reached his hand to your cock and slowly rubbed up and down as you groaned into him and he repeated the motion teasing your dick as his hand glided down your cock

You pulled him by his hair off of you as he tried to catch his breath, taking your other hand you rubbed his now plump lips as he looked up at you with a pleading face begging you to ruin him

“Let’s see what else your pretty mouth could do,” you whispered out leaning close against his lips and watching as he slowly sank down to his knees and unbuckled your belt using his teeth to unzip your pants

Eager to see your dick, he shimmed your shorts off your cock almost hitting his face as he starred for a moment stunned before grabbing it, he looked up at you with doe eyes as you gave him the ok

He licked a long stripe on the underside of your cock, before moving to suck on your tip and finally taking you all in while rubbing what he couldn’t fit in his mouth as his moans vibrated around your cock

“You know if you used your mouth …Shit, for more things like this we wouldn’t have had a problem in the first place Anthony,” you groaned as he started to deep throat your cock, bobbing his head

He choked as he took more of you in his mouth, his nose was pressed against your stomach as he struggled to breath gasping and releasing your completely wet cock from his mouth,

“You’re so fucking huge,” he said softly licking a stripe on your slit, sucking off the precum before taking you back in his mouth as tears started falling out of the corners of his eyes

he jacked you off with his hand and gagged on the rest of your cock looking up at you with tear-stained cheeks as you ran your fingers through his hair

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling it build in your stomach as you yanked him by his hair off of your cock and jacked yourself off while he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out in an erotic manner

That was the final push you needed as you released all over his face getting it everywhere on his cheeks, his lips, and some on his tongue as he swallowed it down eagerly

He swiped the cum off his face and licked it teasingly staring back up at you as he licked the rest off his lips which were now bruised with a beautiful red and pink hue

“What else do you want me to do?” He said with a glint in his eyes that showed utter excitement while biting his bottom lip which turned an even darker color

“Depends, how much farther are you willing to go?” You asked pulling back up your pants as Tony smirked up at you

“As far as you want me to,” he said through his lashes as you grabbed his collar and pulled him up towards you and he stumbled into your arms

You yanked him towards his room, opening the door and pushing him in before slamming it and pinning him against the wall

You immediately kissed him more tenderly with more passion and fire burning inside of you, slowly moving your lips against his as he regained his balance and leaned into the kiss softly sighing into you

You grabbed his waist and deepened the kiss pushing your knee against his crotch grinding it down on his hardened cock as he gasped into you, his hips were moving in sync with your knee long moans leaving his mouth

You pulled away from the kiss removing your knee as he lightly groaned and you both tried to catch your breath, smelling his cologne from how close you were

“Do you have any condoms on you?” You said looking at him as he slowly nodded regaining his composure as you moved back giving him room

“Yeah, let me… get them,” he breathed out before walking over to his drawer and rummaging around, finally pulling out three condoms and flashing them to you

“Here, this will probably last us,” he said setting them on his nightstand as he turned towards you nervously waiting for you to make a move.

Walking towards him you grabbed his chin and tilting his head up as you started to kiss up his neck, he grabbed at your shirt pulling you closer to him

You pushed him down on the bed and he looked up at you with those honeyed eyes of his as you traced his jawline with your hand and he leaned into your touch breath hitching

You begin tracing his neckline before tugging on his top signaling him to take it off as you did the same removing your shirt before backing him up into his large bed

You pushed on his bare chest making his back hit the bed, as you removed his pants along with yours throwing them off to the side, he watched you intently being the most silent he’s ever been

“Aren’t you cute when you finally close your fucking mouth” you mockingly said to him as he let out a small whimper, you positioned yourself between his legs

You reached over to his bedside table grabbed a bottle of lube and pulled down his boxers before you poured some on your fingers and traced his rim

“Shit,” He hissed at the coldness and the sudden touch as you then prodded your finger into his hole as he let out a small noise, you began to loosen him up getting him ready for your large cock

You finally loosened his hole up enough and positioned yourself in front of his entrance as you grabbed his thighs spreading them apart and slowly pushed yourself in as he groaned

“Oh, f-fuck,” he moaned out at the feeling of you finally bottoming him out, you gave him time to adjust as he held on to your shoulders for support as he finally relaxed around your length

You began to move and slightly rocked your hips moving back and forth quickly growing faster in your movements until Tony was leaving marks on your body and throwing his head back as loud moans left his mouth

“I can feel you fucking into me,” he shuddered out as long moans left him he tried to muffle the noise with his hand but small whines and whimpers escaped his mouth

You slammed your hips against his prostate causing him to let out a moan as you started to fuck against it repeatedly abusing his sweet spot as his moans echoed throughout the room

You moved rough and slow against him fucking his hole as breathy whines erupted from his throat, you reached over and began to tweak his nipples as he gasped letting you play with buds in your hand

You moved more animalistic against him fucking into him with pure hunger as you practically abused his gaping cunt as he let out loud sobs at the impact and hardness of your thrusts

He loudly groaned covering his face with his hands as his entire body was shaking and his red cock was standing tall leaking precum as he felt his orgasm approaching as he started leaving scratch marks on your shoulders

Leaning over you sloppily gave him an open mouth kiss tonguing him as he tried to messily kiss you back reaching a hand down to stroke his own cock feeling his orgasm build up in his stomach

He finally came throwing his head back in pure bliss before letting out a choked whimper as your movements didn’t still against his throbbing hole and he practically screamed

“Take it off… I want it inside” he panted as you pulled out and removed your condom before pushing slowly back into him moving fast and hard once more as he whimpered

You fucked him at your own pace chasing your release as your thrusts moved faster against him before slowing down and finally spilling your load into him leaving him a gasping mess

You removed your cock only to watch your cum trickle out of his gaping cunt and his entire body a blush red his chest heaving, you leaned down kissing up his chest to sooth him as he hummed

“We should definitely do that again,” he said catching his breath and handing you another condom as you laid down next to him chuckling

“As long as you keep your promises,” you said as he rolled his eyes scoffing and you both laughed

Anthony kept his promises and in return, you rewarded him each time and established a relationship together. Living at the dorms with Anthony Stark became much better and you finally got along and managed to have a good year with him by your side.

Oh and you guys decided to share the big room (more like you made him but whatever 😂)

~The End~

so how about mha mount lady X Male Reader who's an ex villain and she wants to roleplay villain wins and hero loses and Reader uses her horns as handle bars during sez

Sure!! I’ll write it soon!

13 x male reader, please 🙏

Coming up! I haven’t done Pietro yet I’m excited 😆

22. Face Sitting ft. Marc Spector x Gender Neutral Reader

Request: 22. 👀My boy Marc deserves it

Author Note: Keep in mind English is not my first language

Character Scenarios/Kink List

Warning(s)⚠: sub Marc Spector, rimming, spit, handjob, tears, spanking, and showering together

You had been asking Marc to do this with you for a while but of course, he refused every time you even mentioned it

It’s not that he didn’t want to do it, it’s that he was embarrassed to let himself look so vulnerable in front of you

you guys have had sex before and done a ton of things but this was just different for him and the thought of it terrified him

But when Marc came back from his “work,” stressed all he wanted to do was be vulnerable with you, and when you began to help him relax he finally asked you for a change

“Do you wanna.. Do that thing you been asking?” He mumbled out like it was a secret between the two of you that he was ashamed to have

“You wanna try face-sitting?” You asked surprised as he winced at the name almost like the name was the worst part of the act

“Yeah if your up for it?” He asked cautiously looking up at you u to gauge your reaction as you just smirked at him leaning down to give him a quick kiss

Soon Marc was completely nude after taking a shower and you were laying down comfortably in the middle of his bed watching as he situated himself above your face lowering himself on you

You let him take his time to get comfortable as he hovered inches before you giving you a nod signaling you, grabbing his thighs you licked the rim of his hole teasing it as he shivered

His breath hitched as you flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up his hole giving him long licks and he couldn’t help but feel pleasure from his cunt, trying to keep his composure

“Fuck that’s, really good..” he said as his chest heaved up and down feeling fire burning inside of him, you pressed the tip of your tongue in teasing his cunt as he gasped biting his lip to contain his loud noises

He slowly started to lose his composure, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white, you swirled your tongue around as he let out a loud moan his hand shot up to his mouth to try to muffle his sounds,

his whimpers seeped through as you fucked him with your tongue and he tried to move away from you pulling back from the intensity as you grabbed his hips and slammed him back down on your tongue

You spread his ass and gave him a harsh squeeze as your tongue dug deep into his hole causing him to jerk forward, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of you exploring his aching hole

The sensation left him speechless as his mouth flew open gasping and moaning your name as he rocked his hips against your mouth trying to get more friction as you ate him out

His large thighs were practically crushing your head with the sheer amount of force he was using as his mouth fell slack, you pulled away to spit on his cunt only to spread it around and lap it up all over again

His whole body was shaking and his arms shot forward to steady himself as he couldn’t stop the string moans leaving his mouth, all the stress from earlier was quickly replaced with lust as he let out loud cries for you

His legs quivered and he tried to move around and adjust himself but you held him in place and sucked on him even faster and rougher than before leaving him extremely overwhelmed as you gave his ass a harsh slap

He felt his orgasm coming near and wrapped his hand around his leaking cock, his hand moving in sync with your tongue as you began to kneed his ass giving long licks as his hole twitched

He finally came riding out his high on your face as you lapped up the juices, his whole body shook from the intensity but your movements didn’t still until his cunt was completely clean causing him to let out incoherent moans

He fell forward collapsing on top of you as you laughed at him and he tried to catch his breath gasping for air before rolling over and laying next to you as he chuckled

“I’m glad you talked me into that but we’re never doing that again,” he said sighing as you smirked at him

“We both know you’ll be begging me to do it again in a week,” you laughed out as he giggled

“I think I’m gonna have to take another shower,” he said sitting up as you nodded

“I’ll go with you I need one too,” you said getting up to help him as his legs wobbled

You both took a shower and slept off the rest of the night, and despite Marc's words about never doing this again, it definitely did and may have even been a routine for the two of you after his “work,” a little thing to help you both relax

12. Kitchen Sex ft. Tony Stark x Avenger Male Reader

Request: Can I ask the number 12 please? And if you can, add breeding kink on this 😁

Author Note: English isn’t my first language and happy holidays everyone!

Character Scenarios/Kink List

Warning(s)⚠: Bottom Tony, breeding, fingering, slight hair pulling, biting, ton of kissing, and finger sucking, and semi public place

You were an avenger and today had been a hard training day and you were exhausted but yet you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself knowing it wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon and decided to leave your room

You walked out heading towards the kitchen to grab a snack to help you out but you were surprised to find Tony Stark there

Most of the time when Tony wasn’t on a mission he spent time in his lab preferring to train on his own but today he even looked more tired then usual

He looked up at you and immediately noticed your tired state and furrowed his brows at you as you walked towards the fridge practically ignoring him

“What’s got you up so late?” He asked snacking on some chips he found lying around, sighing you turned around and faced him crossing your arms

“Cant sleep?” He asked smirking at you and your clearly worn-out state making you roll your eyes

“It’s like my body is tired but my brain isn’t,” you sighed out as you walked over to him and he offered his snack to you and with a shrug you grabbed a chip

“Do you want me to help you?” He said smiling at you with a lustful look in his eyes that just shined in the moonlight as he titled his head

You knew what he was offering, and usually, you would reject him but right now all you could see was that vulnerable look in his eyes that begged you to stay a little while longer not wanting to be alone

And all you wanted at this moment was the same thing and even you couldn’t say that you weren’t attracted to Tony Stark and seeing him so vulnerable just made something burn inside of you

“What do you have in mind?” You asked as he gave you a big smile in return

“I was thinking:..” he hummed approaching you slowly and placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned in close to your lips

“Maybe we have some fun to tire us out?” He asked innocently rubbing you shoulders gently as you leaned into his lips softly pressing them against his

He sighed into the kiss as you he held his waist pulling him closer to you and feeling the warmth radiate off of his body as he desperately chased after your lips pressing firmly against you

His lips were soft and pillowy, parting slightly, allowing you to slip your tongue inside and card your fingers through his hair pulling slightly on it causing him to let out a small gasp

You grabbed his legs hoisting him up as he wrapped his arms around your neck and you kneaded his ass setting him on the counter and tilting your head to deepen the kiss before moving to grip his plush thighs

He pulled away from the kiss taking off your pants along with his as he started to rub your cock getting you harder while you kissed down his neck leaving a few bite marks on him

He grabbed your hand placing two of your fingers in his mouth as he sucked on them, getting them completely wet and coating them in spit before taking them out and placing them near his hole

You inserted one finger in his hole as you pushed in another causing him to let out a small moan before shoving them in abruptly hitting his prostate as he threw his head back

You pressed your fingers repeatedly against his sweet spot as he bit his lip shivering as his legs shook and his back arched as he let out small whines

“Shit, just fuck me already,” he whined letting out loud moans as you smirked at his state before taking your fingers out and positioning your cock in front of his entrance

You pushed in slowly easing your way in as he groaned, you finally pushed your full length in pausing and pressing your forehead against his giving him time to adjust

He signaled you to move as you slowly rocked your hips against his, speeding up once he got used to the feeling as he began letting out moans that echoed throughout the kitchen

You angled yourself towards his prostate and slammed your hips against it causing him to let out a lewd incoherent noise, you put your hand over his mouth to stop him from being any louder

He clenched around you his warmth completely enveloping your cock as you groaned at his heat and speed up your pace thrusting into him

His moans vibrated against your hand, that was soon replaced with your lips as he sloppily kissed you back letting out whines in between breaths as he struggled to keep his composure

You slammed your hips against his prostate causing him to let out a muffled scream into your lips as his mouth fell open letting you suck his tongue

As he started to whine and clench around your cock, he pulled away biting his lip feeling his orgasm come near as he came full force letting it out all over his and your stomach’s and his won chest making his breath hitched

Your movements didn’t still which caused him to yelp and let out broken whimpers as you rocked yourself into his cunt chasing your release and letting out low moans as you unbuttoned his shirt, beginning to kiss up his chest

Reaching his arch reactor you placed a long kiss taking extra care with it causing him to shudder in content as you finally reached his lips taking your time kissing him before finally reaching your release spilling your cum inside him

You shivered as you let it all out completely filling him up to the brim as he moaned lowly feeling full from your cum and finally relaxed, you pulled out of him hissing at the cold air hitting your cock

You watched as cum dripped out of his hole and he laid back on his elbows shirt only partly on, his hair stuck to the sweat on his head as his chest heaved up and down before finally meeting your eyes

He looked up at you with complete vulnerability in his adoring eyes as he gave you a small genuine smile and you couldn’t help but give one back

“Well that’s one way to get me tired,” he chuckled out “But I think a good shower could help too,” he said looking up at you to gauge your reaction

“Are you asking me to take a shower with you?” You asked amused at his invitation

“Only if you want,” he said in a low seductive tone as he pulled you in closer pressing a hot kiss against your lips

“Yeah, we should probably get cleaned up anyway,” you said chuckling before grabbing him by the waist carrying him, and heading up to his room

The fun only continued in the shower and you spent the night in his room getting more sleep than you had in days laying next to him, and the next day you were greeted with a (finally) well-rested Tony who properly and sincerely asked you out on a date and who knows this may turn into a habit between you two

Cancel culture only leads to hate, fights, and unnecessary threats, something like tagging your posts correctly does indeed help which is why I love them but posts with no warnings that involve certain themes could be hurtful to some

Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

I wanna cry when people do this, it’s not that I don’t like fem reader, it’s that there’s too many stories about them and they all act the same like an annoying damsel in distress which just triggers my dysphoria like no other. But writers need to stop with that shit it’s your responsibility to cater to the right audience correctly

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GN and Male Readers after they see she/her pronouns in an X Reader story that shows no specification of the Reader's gender until the very last minute:

small Lucifer request about Male!Reader who's Lucifer's younger brother and both Lucifer and Chloe find out his dating Chloe's mom Penelope Decker please

Sure! I’ll write it next up!

how about a mha Mirko X Male Reader smut Reader is also quirkless and everyone thinks rumi is the dom but secretly Reader is in charge in the bedroom

Sure! I’ll write it as soon as possible!

22. 👀My boy Marc deserves it

Agreed I’ve been dying to write about this man, 😩 check out my list for context