Chris-Prank

English is not my first language (which is French) so don’t hesitate to correct me when I make mistakes! 

Since some of my works will have nsfw in it, I'll always put a warning at the top (please if you are a minor don't interact on my nsfw posts or you will be blocked)

Requests OPEN ! (more info here)

What I do: 

I will mostly write submissive yanderes oc

I will do nsfw and sfw

I take requests/ask about my ocs and suggestions for new oc ideas!

You can also give me ideas for different readers

On this blog I will only post gender neutral reader

For requests, if the gender of the reader is not specified it will automatically be GN

Things I am ok with:

Submissive or soft dom characters

Write about humans, hybrids, monsters, etc.

Write kinky shit like Pet play, degradation, edging, dubcon, noncon (not rape), pegging, voyeurism, masochist, etc.

Write gaslighting, manipulative characters, stalking, obsessive behaviors, etc.

Things I am NOT ok with:

Pedophila

Incest

Age play 

Racism

Misogyny

Transphobia, homophobia (in short anything against the LGBTQIA2+ community)

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I am not joking when I say this, but receiving this is what makes all my hours of work worth it 😩❤️

The whole reason I started this blog was because of the lack of submissive male yandere and most importantly the lack of gender neutral / masc gender neutral reader insert. So to know that my stuff actually fills that void for some people makes me really happy!

but holy Jacce is the one that introduced me to your blog and now him and Atlas are my two favs bc they’re so needy and pathetic for attention from the reader 🤞

top 3 fav blogs on tumblr I swearrr

TOP 3 !!!??? I'm so honored omg 😫❤ As someone who also follow blogs i really like, i tend to forget that my blog could be that for other people

“AtlasLover6969” killed me for real 😭🤣 Weirdly I feel like Atlas would secretly change his darling’s user name for this on every platform

Like would he carry readers baby?

That’s a hard no for Martin. Even if he is usually pretty comfortable in his masculinity, pregnancy would give him so much body dysmorphia. Like the top one nightmare in his book.

Here’s the compilation of all the one shots for this special week!

Day one : "Mission terminated" (Dr. Seraph/Vincent)

Day two : The lewd night shift (Esteban)

Day three : “Use me only me” (Atlas)

Day four : Transmit your desires (Martin)

Spread and say cheese!

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

CW: Pet play (the term “puppy” is used), top/dom reader, leash, collar, yandere behavior, mention of stalking and mention of photos taken without consent

Word count: 2076

(Since Reader is gender neutral, feel free to imagine that they have a dick or is wearing a strap.)

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A movie night. That’s what you and Jacce had come up with after a tiring day at work. It was cliché, and nothing to write home about, but you were both satisfied with your activity of choice. He'd actually insisted you watch one of these old slasher flicks, which you were pretty sure he had suggested so he could be glued to you every time there was a scene that could be argued to be scary.

You were proven right as his head was buried in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your side, and one of his legs trapping you in the plush of the sofa. He was watching the movie, sure, but most of the time he’d just nuzzle against you and close his eyes in satisfaction. It’s during one of the many times when his gaze was more focused on you than the TV, that an interesting scene came on.

In it, the killer was observing the final girl from her bedroom window, but more specifically he was taking candid pictures of her. It had been alluded to at the beginning of the movie that the masked man had a thing for her, and now it was pretty clear as he focused his camera lens on her ass. You couldn’t help but wonder at that moment.

“Did you ever take pictures of me? I mean, back when you were stalking me.” You asked like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Jacce was off of you in an instant, sitting straight with his hands placed on his thighs and his face turned to the side.

“Jacce.” You squinted your eyes at the back of his head and scooted closer, your voice turning serious, “did you take candid shots of me or not?”

“I-I em…” As you inched closer, he leaned his body away, like opposing magnets, “it was n-nothing inappropriate…”

Your whole body stiffened, and before you could come up with any response you pushed him down and threw weak punches at him, more as a way to show your disappointment than to actually hurt him. He, as he laid on his back, instinctively raised his hands up to protect his face, but mostly to hide his embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Be-because I wanted to keep them!” He whined, “they’re precious memories of you...”

Jacce lowered his arms to properly look at you as you paused your assault. You just stared down at him, a flush spreading across your nose and cheeks. Despite the undeniable creepiness of his past actions this man just had his way to make it sound cute and endearing, didn’t he? But something about this wasn’t fair. Although he had promised to be obedient, he still kept this information from you. So you wanted to get back at him with punishment equal to the offence committed.

Ever since he fell onto his back and received small blows (who could have done that you wonder?) you’d been straddling him in a not so innocent position. It was made apparent by his hands twitching at his sides, begging to touch you all over, and by something hard poking at your ass. Not to mention his face, which had gone completely red. A wicked smile formed on your lips before you lowered yourself, kissing his forehead tenderly. A stark contrast to your actions mere seconds ago. You kissed him again, this time on his eyelids, which he accepted graciously.

“You’re so cute.”

“You t-think so?” He asked slowly, his eyes fluttering open to peek at you as he was a bit disturbed by how fast you had switched your tune.

You nodded with a melodic hum, “it makes me want to take pictures of you real bad.”

***

Click!

Jacce held his legs up and spread open with trembling hands clasped under them. He didn’t need to touch his ass for his hole to be put on display for the pair of eyes and the camera lens right in front of him. It was a very vulgar position, some might say humiliating, but since it was this particular man who was experiencing it, he’d argue the opposite. In fact, he didn't need to open his mouth to prove that he found it pleasurable, considering how his cock kept leaking precum. That didn’t stop him from acting all shy in front of his darling though. It was part of the fun.

“Hold on just a little more…” You chirped as you knelt down to capture a better angle.

After snapping a few more shots, you jumped back onto your feet and grabbed Jacce’s leash. Being suddenly jerked forward, the man let go of his legs so as not to fall off the bed. You kept holding it tight around your fist as you whispered in his ear.

“You’re supposed to be my good little puppy, right? So now, pose like it.”

Your dictating tone and forwardness made his brain go blank as he readily complied. You smiled in satisfaction and dropped his leash to give him more room to move. Straightening his back and letting his wrist go limp, Jacce raised his closed fist mid air in an attempt to imitate a popular dog trick. Since he wanted to prove how dedicated he was to his role, he also stuck his tongue out.

“Is this good, master?”

You hummed before adding.

“You’re adorable like this.”

You reached out again, yet it wasn’t to pull on his leash, instead you eagerly petted the top of his head. Jacce didn’t have the time to savor your touch that you had pulled away to immortalize this glorious pose. He pitifully whined about how much of a meanie you were for not petting him enough. A simple glare from you was enough to shut him up. You followed through with several other positions right until your pet was on all four, presenting his ass cheeks to you. This whole charade you called a photoshoot was all for this exact moment, but a crucial detail was missing.

“That won’t do.” You gently pressed your hand on the small of his back, beckoning him to raise his rear, “lift it up for me.”

And your lover did just that, fulfilling your demand by pressing his face on the mattress to accentuate the arch of his back as much as possible. Now he looked like a playful puppy, bowing in excitement at the prospect of his owner playing with him. The only difference was Jacce’s hardened cock hanging between his legs.

“You’ve been such a good boy.” You grabbed onto his member as you spoke, punctuating your praises with gentle strokes, yet you followed with an exaggerated sigh, “but I’m still disappointed that you kept secrets from me.”

“I’m s-sorry!” He blurted out in a moan.

You had let go of his cock and were now running your palm back and forth along the smooth skin of his taint. Then you struck right at the base of his ass. In the blink of an eye, the tingly feelings one gets when touched in places usually deprived of contact were replaced with a burning sensation. A high pitch yelped flew past his lips and his muscles tensed up in surprise.

“I know you are.” You shook your hand mid air, readying yourself for another go, “but you just need to let me vent my anger a bit, okay?”

“Y-yes, anything f-for you.”

Right before he answered, Jacce had buried his head into the white bedsheets, and you knew for a fact that it was to hide the perverse expression on his face. Such a predictable puppy, you thought to yourself as your palm met the fat of his ass cheeks once again. You grimaced at your aching hand; you wouldn't be able to spank him as much as you'd hoped, but you could endure the pain long enough for the expected results. So it’s only after the seventh spanking, each one being accompanied with strangled gasps and moans, that it was time for the piece of resistance.

With one hand you took a hold of his leash and with the other you gave your own lengths a few pumps as you positioned yourself behind him. You rested it between his cheeks, never missing a chance to tease, and you could swear you saw Jacce’s asshole clench in anticipation as the weight of it pressed down on him. Unsurprisingly, he grinded back against you subtly, but just enough to not be a disobedient mutt.

“Please… use puppy." He whined into the sheets, his pleas almost imperceptible.

“Alright, alright.” You cooed as you let the tip slip down to push against his slick asshole.

You moved your hips forward leisurely. Your member slid in with ease, proof that this wasn’t an exceptional occurrence in your daily bedroom activities. You took your sweet time to bottom him out, letting him feel every inch of you rub against his inner walls. It seemed to work wonders considering how Jacce gripped the sheets with trembling hands. When you finally filled him up to the brim, he took the chance to glance back at you with his teary eyes and flushed cheeks.

You knew that look in his eyes too well. It gave away all his obsessive thoughts without him even needing to express them verbally. The way his gaze devoured each and every one of your features. The way it lingered on certain parts of your body, as if every detail of you deserved his full devotion and attention. If not kept in check, Jacce would have already been all over you, kissing, licking, grinding and mumbling over your skin all the reasons why he loved you. So it was endearing to see how much he held back his depraved desires for his punishment. Without breaking away your gaze from his face, you rolled your hips, creating some friction against his prostate as your length moved in and out of him. Each time your pelvis came back into contact with his hot, reddened skin, a deliciously painful pinching sensation ran through him. You were in the front row seat to see the slightest tremor in his expression, from his mouth quivering slightly to the small twitch of his brows. The sudden rocking of his body also made Jacce drop his face back onto the sheets, his state being reduced to a whiny mess.

You used your free hand to caress back and forth the side of his waist, going at the same rhythm that of your thrusts. This simple action only serves to make him needier as his chest swelled with pride to be on the receiving hand of such gentle praise despite the fact that he had been a bad boy by deeply disappointed you not even one hour ago.

“M-master is s-so forgiving Mgnf! Puppy is s-so lucky.”

“Awn, what a grateful boy you’re being.” You smiled divilishly, but your words were filled with nothing but pure and sincere affection,“I guess we can put that little misbehavior of yours behind.”

“T-thank yo— Mngh-ph! I-I only want t-to make y-you happy!” He moaned as his whole body vibrated with this overwhelming need to be good to you.

Being momentarily reminded of the whole camera and of the candid pictures, you realized that this was the type of position you couldn’t pass up the chance of immortalizing. Dropping the leash in your left hand to grab the camera, which luckily was still at arms length, you took a handful of his hair with your right hand before tugging at it, which was enough of a cue for Jacce, as he obediently pulled his head back in response to your silent request. With your fingers still intertwined with his hair, you extended your arm as far as possible to get both of your faces in the shot.

“Smile!”

Jacce didn’t even have time to register what you were doing that you rammed into him in one swift motion just before pressing the camera’s shutter button, taking him off guard and capturing both your faces, yours smiling innocently and his with rolled back eyes and lolled out tongue. You couldn't wait to put it in an album with all the other photos. Maybe you were even going to frame it and put it on display to tease him senselessly.

Either way, now you could say that you had your pay back.

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(Click here to see the art I made related to this one shot!)

You can really tell by the word count who I wrote about first and who I wrote about last lol

So this was the last one of this “On a leash Week special!” The Ogs know I had announced the making of this like two years ago… so in other words I don’t plan on making something like that again. If I do it will 100% be for a way shorter format.

Transmit your desires 

Yandere bounty hunter x GN reader

CW: NSFW, top reader, power bottom yandere, dom yandere, pet play, reader is called puppy, mention of reader drinking alcohol, T-dick, mention of reader usual being the bottom, teasing

Word count: 2487

(Since Reader is gender neutral, feel free to imagine that they have a dick or is wearing a strap.)

I want to remind everyone that Martin is a trans man that never got bottom surgery, by choice in his lore. I will not tolerate any transphobic or degrading comments of any kind! (Also don’t hesitate to tell me if I described or wrote anything wrong or that could be offensive.) 

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The cracking of the glass accompanied your steps as you entered the abandoned building. You were at what was once the reception, the large desk in front of you being an obvious clue. For some reason, despite being accompanied by a man you knew to be skilled, the silent atmosphere being shattered by your presence made you feel oppressed. It’s as if you were disturbing a peace that had long claimed this place. Nevertheless, you still had a rush of adrenaline at the prospect of exploring. 

“Didn’t Ray say that the transmitter was on the fourth floor where the employees had their offices?” Martin called out to you as you were snooping around various drawers. 

As you walked up next to him, he seemed to be using the sleeve of his coat to remove the soot that had accumulated from years of neglect, revealing what each floor used to be for. 

“Looks like he misremembered." He pointed to the third one, “Here it says employees zone. Must be there instead.”

You leaned closer to the half dirtied surface, trying to read the words, but it had faded so much with time that you were impressed that Martin was able to decipher it at all. 

It was plausible that the information given to you by Ray, the kind man who owned the general store back in Flowermore, wasn’t accurate. He’d said that he had an old friend that helped people back during “the change”, and he used to have a radio transmitter to communicate with other survivors. The shop keeper had told you in passing after he’d heard your desire to find something to communicate with other small towns on a larger scale for your next travels. So the information didn’t come from a trusted source, it was more like a huge game of telephone. 

“Should we split up then?” You asked, despite the fact you apprehended Martin's refusal. He was always so wary when you two ventured in abandoned cities, for good reasons, but still, you hated that it made everything longer to do. 

“Sure, I’ll check the fourth floor if you don't mind” 

“That’s a deal! See you in a bit!” You excitedly made your way to the worn down stairs, not letting him the time to reconsider. 

***

You weren't stupid. You knew what an old radio transmitter looked like and there weren't a thousand places where it could be stored, but after going around the floor four times you were starting to lose motivation to look for it a fifth time. Maybe someone had already taken it, you surely weren’t the first ones to scavenge this place and you weren't going to be the last. Your one and last hope was that Martin had found it. Yet you were doubting that too as he would have had come to you by now to share the news, right? You tried telling yourself that, maybe, the fourth floor was just busier with abandoned stuff so as to not be completely demoralized. 

Dragging up your feet up the stairs, you stared at the ground covered leaves, dust, and bird droppings until you were met with a pair of boots. You gasped and your body jerked back on instinct, forcing you to grab the ramp. As you finally looked up, you saw Martin’s apologetic face.  

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

You took a deep breath to calm your palpitating heart. “How do you manage to be so quiet all the time?” 

“You’re sayin’ that because I’m a big fellow ?" Martin flashed you a grin. 

“No, it’s because of all the gear you bring with you!” Climbing up the last stair remaining, you poked his arm, “hell, people can hear me from ten miles away when I just have a keychain on my bag!” 

“Good to know.” Martin muttered under his breath, but thinking he was only teasing you further you made no note of it. 

“Anyway, can you at least brighten my mood by telling me you found it?” 

Martin's face turned apologetic once again, his eyes darting away from you. You could tell he was meticulously planning his words. 

“So… we could say I found it, but it’s not in the state you were hopin’ for.” 

If it had been taken over by nature, like some birds making it their nest, you could have accepted it. But the universe wasn’t that kind. The thing rendering the radio transmitter unusable were cut wires. Not chewed. Cut. To add insult to injury, the other half were missing, rendering impossible to macgyver them together. After Martin had raised up the wires for you to see, he dropped it back behind the dirtied desk. You rubbed your forehead, eyes closed in silent frustration.

“I’m real sorry darlin’ … Do you want me to bring it home ? Maybe someone’s willing to take a look at it.” 

“It’s fine.” You groaned, “don’t bother yourself with it.” 

The ride back was filled with a heavy silence. Not that you were angry with each other obviously, Martin just knew when it was or wasn’t the time for chitchat when you were clearly not in the best mood. It’s only when he parked his car in the driveway, that he spoke up. 

“Y’know… while looking around the fourth floor, I found somethin’ that might bring back that smile of yours.”

“Mm? What is it?” You answer with a neutral tone, trying your hardest not to let the disappointment of this failed trip leak through your words. 

Not wanting to use up the thin patience you had left, Martin had already one hand deep in his bagpack, looking for that supposed object of happiness. 

And he pulled out a collar. 

To be more specific it was a dog collar and the leash to match. You stared at it for a good while, your lips forming a thin line of confusion and maybe even a bit of frustration, which made Martin chuckle with that deep voice of his. 

“Didn’t ya tell me you wanted to put me on a leash and pounce on me?” 

His forwardness took you off guard and you choked on nothing. After recovering, only from your coughing fit and not the mental shock, you retorted in a hurry with a hand on the handle of the door just in case you suddenly wanted to run away from this conversation.

“I was tipsy and it was a joke!” 

“You don’t have to deny it.” He leaned closer to your ear as he spoke, “and I wouldn't mind trying it with you.” 

As embarrassed as you were that your past self had proudly confided in Martin one of the many lewd things you wanted to do with him, you didn’t feel an ounce of judgement from him. In a way he was right, his “gift” to you had managed to pull your mind away from the frustration of your failed plan. Who knows how much of a back thought it would become if you gave in to your desires. You could push your worries aside just this time, no harm in that, right? 

“Fine! Let’s say I did say that, can we do it… like now?“

“It can be as soon as we get inside.” 

Feeling the heat in your face slowly rise up the more you stared at his handsome face and his stupid grin, you flew the truck’s door open. 

“So, what are you waiting for?” 

***

While you were settled between Martin’s legs, he was comfortably laying against a pile of cushions, as much for his own comfort as to put himself in a semi-sitting position. The collar he had given you was around his neck and as for the leash, it was already in your grasp. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but roamed over his naked form. His hairy and large body was covered with all types of scars, some from enemies and others from allies, adding more charm to his already handsome looks. Without even realizing it, you licked your lips like a starved animal. But one thing you couldn’t be less aware of was the speed at which your heart was beating against your rib cage. 

“You going to move? Or did you just want me to cock warm ya?” The man’s teasing tone snapped you back to reality.

“Sorry! I-I’m going too.” You swiftly responded as you looked down at your member buried deep inside his ass. 

“Come on then darlin’, move those pretty hips of yours.” 

Giving him one last glance before closing your eyes, you tugged at the leash as if it were some kind of support, then you finally rolled your hips. Martin groaned, although it was almost imperceptible through the sound of creaking wood. As for his insides, it pulsated at the sudden feeling of your member rubbing against certain spots.

Usually it was the other way around. Either Martin would use a strap-on that would also stimulate him or he'd use his T-dick to top you. And no matter what he did, he never failed to make you see stars. So the pressure to impress him with your fabulous skills was immense. Sure enough, it didn’t take long for you to gain more confidence from the soft noises he was making. 

While you were focusing on moving the right way, Martin watched with amusement the force with which you held the leash, as if you could actually keep him in place, even though you were both aware of his actual strength, which far exceeded yours. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the display, because to him, you looked like a puppy trying to assert dominance on an old hound dog. 

Putting a sudden stop to your thrusts at the mocking sound, you look up at him. 

“W-Why are you laughing… you don’t like it?”

“No, it’s the opposite darlin’.” He wrapped his legs around you, pulling you closer and deeper. His smile turned tender. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes became more visible as a result, “I love watchin’ ya put in so much effort.” 

“Then why did you laugh?” 

“Let’s say I got cuteness aggression." 

You let your head fall against his shoulder, groaning softly. Despite being the one on top, you weren’t foolish enough to think that Martin wasn’t in control. He was just too much of a smooth talker and a charismatic guy! It was like second nature to him. Though you weren’t complaining. After all, you loved that about him. It just made you burn with embarrassment that he couldn’t take you seriously even in a time like this. 

The man under you chuckles once more before pressing his lips to your cheeks, the roughness of his beard gently scratching your skin. Martin loved seeing you like this. Frustrated and flustered just for little old him. Now he was just waiting to see what his cute little pup would do to prove themselves. And that, you did, as you suddenly rutted against him at a harder pace, hoping to distract him with pleasure. It also turned out that your awkward attempt to hide the flush on your face in your lover's neck ultimately served its purpose. Out of sight, you opened your mouth, not to suck on his shoulder, but to bite. 

“Mgff! someone’s getting bold.” 

He gently cupped the back of your neck, beckoning you to go further, as he whispered in your ears other words of encouragement. His rugged fingers rubbed the nap of your neck, making you feel almost sleepy at the repetitiveness of the act. But you weren’t going to give up just yet. While he was enjoying and most importantly distracted by your act of defiance, you slowly crept your free hand over his stomach and down between his legs. Trapping his cock between your index finger and thumb, you gently stroke it up and down. 

Martin felt a sudden familiar tension build up inside him from your touch as well as a prickling sensation going from his dick all the way up to his ears. Soon enough, his eyelid became more lidded and his usual grin had dropped as he became more enraptured into these overwhelming feelings. Seeing him like this was like a small triumph in your book. The sabotaged transmitter far long gone from your mind, the only thing you could focus on was him, and the ways his body warmed up under you and how the sweat rolled off him and mixed with yours.

The same thing could be said for Martin. His mind was filled with possessive yet unspoken thoughts, but that was nothing new; his gaze, his thoughts, and even his dreams were always turned towards you. But when your attention was focused on him, and him alone, he couldn't help but feel a kind of ecstasy that easily surpassed the thrill of the hunt. His hands twitched. Oh, how much he wanted to put you under him and ride you until pretty tears formed in the corner of your eyes. How much he wanted to have you on a leash instead and nibble at every inch of your body. But he was going to hold back and be your good boy. After all, he had already ruined your plan earlier today, he wasn’t going to make a fool of you a second time. You deserved to feel a bit in control once in a while. 

As the sound of smacking flesh became more loud, you could feel your legs tremble from your efforts and from the coiling sensation that’d soon bring you over the edge. You put a stop to your biting and instead placed small kisses on his reddened skin. While you were pleased with the fact that Martin seemed to be also “in the zone”, your mind was also losing all form of composure. And so you turn your head to admire his face before leaning to his ear in a moment of passion. 

“Nggf… I-I love you Martin.” You mumbled in a tone softer than honey. 

Martin’s reaction was instant. His arms wrapped around you before you could react, trapping you in place. The force in which he did it was obviously not enough to harm you in any way, but you could feel his firm muscles contract against your exposed body and knew you couldn’t move any further. A guttural moan worked its way past his scared lips as his dick pulsated in your hand and his asshole clenched around your length.  

After your initial surprise had passed, the man who had just cum, groaned with a shaky breath. 

“D-Don’t do that again.” He stopped before following in a whisper, “it’s dangerous.” 

Your tired eyes met his, and before you could say anything, Martin pushed his hips against you.

“Now… I still have to make you cum, mm?” He had said with his usual sly grin. Truly, nothing could throw him off for very long.

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Martin is a sly and manipulative guy behind his gentle smile, never forget it guys ;) 

"Use me, only me"

Yandere android x GN reader

CW: NSFW, mild pet play (the term “kitty” is used), top/dom reader, bottom/sub yandere, reader receives head, leash, collar, yandere behavior, controlling behavior, L bomb and breach of privacy

Word count: 2357

(Since Reader is gender neutral, feel free to imagine that they have a dick or are wearing a functionnal packer in their pants.)

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You stepped out of the bathroom and looked around for your phone, your hair still a bit wet from the shower you just took. You were convinced that you had left it on your bed, but maybe your memories were playing tricks on you since it was nowhere to be found. Your eyes drifted to the ground, in case it had fallen inadvertently. Instead, you catched a glimpse of a small box peaking from under your bed. Inside was a “cat” collar that you had bought on impulse, despite being sure that you wouldn’t get to use it anytime soon. But putting your not so hidden bedroom accessory aside, your device was not on the floor nor under your bed. 

As you checked some spots where you usually discard it, you found Atlas sitting on the couch, looking down at… at well your phone! You didn’t question why he’d have it, the android having only given you reasons to trust his good nature, so you smiled and stepped forward to get your precious device, but before you could take it, he spoke. 

“Why didn’t you ask for my assistance?”

You stopped in your tracks. The question caught you so off guard that your brain could only muster one logical answer. 

You glanced up and chuckled. “Do I wash my hair that poorly?” 

His eyebrows furrowed, as he gave you a serious, but pained look. He stood up without saying a word and handed you your phone, which you instinctively took. The whole interaction got even more confusing as you looked down at the light up screen. It showed your account on the app Truth of the heart, with all the people you had previously matched with, blocked. To be honest, you had completely forgotten about this app to begin with, since you were too busy spending quality time with Atlas to be reminded that you were, in fact, single. It wasn’t easy living with a being that was the perfect partner and that would never be interested in you in that way. Which is why you installed it in the first place. 

“Okay, now I’m lost”, you rubbed your forehead and squinted your eyes as you spoke, “Atlas, why are all these people blocked and what are you saying?” 

“That I can be your companion.” He answered bluntly, “Why meet strangers that can be dangerous when I am here? In addition, only 20 to 30% of dating apps users find a long-term relationship—” 

Your body stiffened at his words. You experienced a foreign and strange state of emotions at that moment. On one hand, you felt immeasurable joy at the implication that he had feelings for you, but on the other, he had messed with your phone without your permission. But Atlas wasn’t human after all, so it made sense that, for him, going through someone else’s stuff wasn’t a problem if it was to “help them”. You’d just need to have a sit down with him and go over the things he can and can’t do regarding your personal life. 

Now that you were thinking about it, could he even feel real romantic attraction towards you despite being an android? Wasn’t this just his program making him do this because it could sense your lack of a romantic relationship? This simple idea planting itself in your brain was enough to make your heart twist in your chest. Even without the whole “going through your phone and blocking people on your account” thing, how could you even for a second think that he genuinely wanted you? 

During this wave of confusing thoughts and feelings, Atlas had gotten on his knees as he spoke to you. You tried to take a step back, yet he kept a strong grip on you. Not enough to hurt, but enough of a reminder of the inhuman strength he possessed.

“If it was to release stress I’m happy to be of help too.” He rested his chin against your stomach as he looked up at you. “Don’t be disappointed in me but… I have seen and assimilated the things you watch on these 18+ sites. So I can replicate anything you want.” He added that last part as he nuzzled his cheek against you, just like a cat. His voice, soft and almost breathless, made him sound all too sincere. And so you caved in. 

“I mean… Do you want to be with me?” You tentatively asked, readying yourself to be disappointed. 

“If that can reassure you, androids are not programmed to initiate romantic or sexual relationships with their owners, unless specifically ordered to.” 

You laughed, out of relief and feelings of foolishness for reducing him to an object without free will once again. 

***

Your phone was once again discarded, but this time you wholeheartedly didn’t care to know its whereabouts. You were too busy groping Atlas’s ass cheeks and kissing him until your lips felt numb. 

Things had escalated quickly after you admitted that you had feelings for him too. Atlas must have never thought that you actually liked him that way (funny how before you assumed the same for him) because he froze, quite literally, for a good 15 seconds. After that awkward silence had gone by, he got up swiftly, before hugging you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. He muttered things like “are you sure?” Or “I’m your first choice, right?”. And every time you’d confirm it, his grip would tighten subtly, and his face would press even more against you. It didn’t take long for him to softly ask, with a hint of uncertainty, if that meant that you wanted to kiss him too. 

So that’s how you ended up sitting on the side of your bed, making out with your new boyfriend as he straddled your laps with his arms wrapped around your neck.

Atlas was truly, and you mean truly, enthusiastic. Every time you kissed, he’d try to prolong it as long as possible, before he’d inevitably had to let go to allow you to breathe. During these breaks, he would either observe you with an amount of longing you never thought possible or he’d give you small pecks all over your face. 

“I’m not going anywhere you know.” You chuckled. 

“I know.” He rested his forehead against yours and gave you puppy eyes,“I simply can’t help it.” He opened his mouth again, but stopped as he seemed to reconsider what he wanted to say. 

“Do you want to stop?”

“No!” He raised his voice more than usual, which caught you by surprise. 

“Do you want to take this further then?” 

Atlas nodded before looking down between you two. “Can I prepare it for you, please?” 

You’d need to be a fool to refuse such a cute and lewd request, so you happily nodded. The android let himself slide down from your lap and onto his knees. As he did so, he slowly dragged his hand down your chest, then your stomach to finally rest it on your thighs. He waited for you to spread legs apart, before letting himself settle between them. His eyes, which have been glued to your face, flickered down to your jeans with keen interest, but more specifically the zipper. 

When he’d said that he had watched the “family friendly material” in your browser history, he was not lying, since he did the most cliche things most people couldn’t even try to do without embarrassing themselves. He proceeded to gently trap the zipper between his front teeth and unzipped it with ease. Skilled bastard, you thought, more in an affectionate tone in your own mind than anything else. 

Now graced with the view of your bulge poking out of your jeans, the android leaned forward and nuzzled it with his cheek. You couldn’t stop your face from burning red at the sight. He really acted like a cat blessed with a bag of catnip when it came to you, didn’t he?

You petted his head, rewarding his cute behavior. This action of yours was instantly met with Atlas suckling over the fabric, his eyes darting up, looking at you for approval through his long and pale eyelashes. 

“Fuck, that hot.” You muttered, but it wasn’t lost on his exceptional earring as he moaned in response, sending vibrations through you. 

Before your underwear became soaked with fluid, supposed to emulate saliva, Atlas pulled out your member. He proceeded to press his tongue flat against the base and, slowly but surely, slid it up all the way to the top. Only to then engulf the tip with his warm mouth. It didn’t take long for him to bop his head up and down, coating every last inch. 

“I think… it’s wet enough.” You whispered after some more deep throating on his end. 

But before he got up, the android seemed to stretch his arm to grab something out of your line of sight. When he showed you his find, you had to stop yourself from snatching it from his hands. It was the collar that was supposed to be hidden under your bed. 

I must have kicked it open while he was sucking me off! You mentally punched yourself and you gritted your teeth. You were prepared to create the most believable excuse as to not completely turn him off when you noticed that he had placed it in front of his neck.

“Can I try it?” 

***

The intense waves of pleasure Atlas was experiencing were completely new to him, despite his two years of existence. As a result, his eyes kept rolling back into his motherboard every time he sank back onto your cock. The sensitivity meter of his artificial prostate, that you had cranked up to the max, was obviously playing a huge part in the state he was in. Which was good, since he had never found the right occasion to test it out during maintenance time, so he could thank his beloved human for being so considerate. 

The bell attached to Atlas’s collar bounced wildly, making jingling sounds at the smallest movements. The contrast between the adorable accessory and him bouncing on your length was almost laughable. 

It only took a simple tug on the leash, that was linking him to your fist, to make him snap his eyes down to look at you. Apprehending what you wanted to ask, Atlas lowered himself, arching his back in the process. He pampered your neck with kisses, although with some difficulty as he wasn’t in the most stable of predicaments. 

The mischievous grin you sported on your lips, once he broke the closeness, was enough to send electric shocks through his wires. 

“S-see how I’m… Ah ah b-better than everyone else?” He whimpered while shiny tears formed in the corner of his eyes, “nnngh only—only a good kitty c-can d-do this for you.” 

“You're right, you’re so much better.” You whispered while Atlas shuddered, not knowing if it was from your words or the abrupt trust of your hips meeting his pelvis, “so I'll buy you a nice little tail and cute ears next time, what do you think?”

His slick walls tightened at the mention of a next time. He nodded without missing a beat, small “yes” and “anything for you” escaping his mouth. Leaning closer to his face, you ghosted his lips, teasing him. You could see his tongues peeking out with anticipation, just like a kitten begging for a bowl of milk. But instead of giving in, you licked the salty droplets from his cheeks and proceeded to run a hand through his hair, cradling the back of his head to keep him steady as he bounced on your length. 

 “I-I love you s-so so much… Nggh… N-never abandon m-me like the others did.” He mumbled between slight glitching sounds in his voice, “I d-don’t think I could control myself if you did… Mfffn!”

Luckily for him, most of what he said fell on deaf ears as you were way too preoccupied on keeping the pace. Not to mention that between the noises of skin against skin and ragged breathing, he was the most loud thing in the moment. The only thing you had heard was “love you”, so in a grateful and affectionate gesture you gently trailed your hand down his back. The android ravished in the sensation of your fingers brushing along his spine, cascading down to cup one of his asscheeks, guiding him up and down your shaft. If only you had bought a cat tail, you mentally berated your past self for now lacking foresight, you could have pulled it to get a cute reaction out of him. 

“I love you too, Atlas.”

The moment these words left the confinement of your lips, the android’s inside seemed to clasped down around your member, preventing you from pulling out. It was at the same moment that you had captured his lips, muffling the moans Atlas was about to make and preventing your own little gasp of surprise at the sudden stop. He kissed you back with pure devotion, his body warming up to impossible degrees. All of these different sensations mixing together made you feel quite lightheaded, your mind not being able to focus on any coherent thoughts. 

“I’m officially yours, now and forever.” He mumbled against your cheek, but you were too captured in the moment to realize the seriousness behind his whiny tone. 

After some more vague memory of kissing and movements, you ended up lying back on the bed with atlas arms wrapped around your waist, his head buried there as well. His body wasn’t like a furnace anymore, but instead, it emanated a pleasant cool feeling on your sweaty skin. He wasn’t sleeping, that you were sure of, but Atlas’s seemed to emulate it pretty well to let you have some peace after that torrid moment you two shared. 

You smiled softly as you petted his head, oblivious to the fact that the one resting against your naked form could as well, in a blink of an eye, be the source of all your torment. 

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I really tried to put more of his yandere tendencies, even if it’s still subtle for the most part, but I hope you guys liked it! 

The lewd night shift

Yandere ceo x gn reader

CW: NSFW, bottom/sub yandere, dom/top reader, leash, collar, mild pet play, butt plug, cock ring, yandere behavior, exploitation of power, public sex, degradation, spanking and exhibitionism fantasies

Word count: 2161

(Since Reader is gender neutral, feel free to imagine that they have a dick or is wearing a strap.)

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While your fingers were steadily typing away at your keyboard, you stretched up your back with a satisfied groan. You were almost done with a report that was due in two days, but despite your efficiency, you could feel fatigue weighing on your eyelid. Still, there was no way for you to give up now when you were so close to the finish line! You could already envision the softness of your couch and the taste of a warm meal once you’d get home. So you got up, and made your way through the sea of office cubicles that looked identical to yours, except for the occasional personal touch like plants, pictures of family members or even figurines of fictional characters. It didn’t take long before the sign “lunchroom” came into view and you swiftly trotted over to it. 

With a warm drink in hand, that was way too expensive for the quality, you came back to Esteban standing next to your work desk, a stack of paper in hand. Your coworkers present to witness this scene either gave you apologetic looks or sighed in relief that it wasn’t for them before quickly distancing themselves from their boss just in case. 

“I need this done by tonight.” He said casually before pushing it against your chest. 

You could tell there were enough documents to keep you busy until the late hours of the night just by glancing at its size. You knew what he was doing, and he knew that you knew, but before you could try and whisper aggressively to him to cut the act and just ask you to stay after hours, he’d already left, whistling without a care in the world. 

Putting your cup down, you consoled yourself with the fact that you would make him pay later.  

*** 

After you gave five knocks on the office door, some movements were heard on the other side before a voice urged you in. Once you entered, you were met with Esteban bent over his large desk, his body displayed to you in an alluring manner. The giant window behind him, that let through the lights of the city, perfectly highlighted his frame. His pants were nowhere to be found and so you could see a fluffy tail wagging from side to side with the sway of his ass. To stay in theme, he had also adorned his neck with a collar and his head with cute dog ears. Strangely enough he had kept his white shirt, his classy leather shoes and his garters socks. 

Unfortunately, this sultry atmosphere was soon shattered by the very man you were admiring mere seconds ago. 

“Took you long enough.” He huffed. 

“Sorry, I had work to do.” You rubbed your eyes, feeling the effects of hours upon hours of staring at a blue screen settling in.  

“So you're saying that you care more about work than me!” He dramatically crossed his arms, “plus you know damn well that you didn’t have to do any of it.”

“Oh, so that you could drop that workload on another poor soul? No thank you.” As you spoke, you took your sweet time to walk over to him, “And serve you right, if you didn’t want to wait, you just had to ask me to stay after hours like a normal person.”

Esteban shivered. Was it from the cold air of the office or from anticipation? Either way, you couldn’t tell. 

“Aren’t you the one who told me to stop making spectacles of my affection at work? I’m just making sure that no one gets suspicious of us!”

“Well now people clearly think you're abusing your power to torment me or something, at least according to rumors.”

“Why would I care about any of thaaaat, you’re already mine anyway!” He whined, shaking his butt even more to emphasize his impatience.

“Yay, yay, whatever you say, pretty boy.”

Esteban glared at you in response, but not before catching himself and giving you puppy eyes instead. 

Ah, so he’s switching tactics. 

You were less than an arm's length away from him now, and so you took the chance to grope his juicy ass from below, the roundness of it perfectly resting in your palms. You were tempted to pull out his fluffy tail in one go, but you weren’t ready to fill him up with something else just yet. 

“I wonder what kind of punishment I should give you for being such a bad CEO.” You punctuated what you meant by subtly squeezing, mocking his title. 

“As long as it’s not HR approved.” The half naked man gave you bedroom eyes as he spoke, pushing his behind further against you. 

You barked out a laugh. “You really have no shame!” 

Now that you were pressed against him, you could clearly see his desk under the dim light of the city night life. A desk on which he had spread out a whole bunch of sex toys and accessories, ranging from dildos to leather paddles and ball gags. You swiftly scanned the different options, a part of you wondering where he hid all that during working hours. Even though it had a variety of colorful and extravagant objects, what caught your eye was a ring with a simple silver design, still you knew it had the potential to torment Esteban to no end. 

Giving his ass one last squeeze, pulling additional moans out of him, you took the small object and smiled mischievously at the horny mess before you. He didn’t complain at the sight of your toy of choice, on the contrary, he spread his legs, willingly giving you access to his dangling cock. After crouching down, you gently lifted his dick, letting it rest in your right hand, before sliding his balls, one at a time, through the ring. Once you were done with that, you finally slid his cock through. 

“No touching yourself, got it?” 

Even if you couldn’t see his face from that angle, you heard the softest hum escape his lips as well as the little shake he did to make his cock move in unison with his nod. Grinning at the sight, you pushed yourself up in one swift movement, your eyes momentarily meeting up with his fluffy tail, reminding you of its existence.

“You won’t be needing this anymore.”

Before you even finished your statement, you had already grabbed his tail and pulled it out with no decorum. The sound it made was wet, lewd even. Someone had clearly prepared themselves in advance. 

Esteban yelped at the sudden sensation, which was quite in character with his canine accessories. His dick spasmed in the air as the feeling shot through him was amplified by the silver ring. After regaining the slightest bit of composure, the CEO swallowed hard before asking with laboured breath. 

“Do I get to have you inside me now, master ?”  

The sweetness of that nickname on his tongue almost made you pounce on him. Still you weren’t going to just fuck him on the desk like an animal in heat, you were more creative than that. 

“Well… The windows in your office look so clean tonight.” You took a hold of his hand and guided him closer to it, “it would be a shame to not enjoy the view.” 

*** 

Esteban's hands were splayed out on the window in a desperate attempt to support himself as you pounded into him. The tight hold you had on his leash and the backshots you were giving him prevented this mess of a man from dropping to the ground in any capacity. His white shirt hung down his shoulders, having been ripped open a while ago by yours truly, which meant that his voluptuous chest was lewdly pressed against the cool surface, his nipples pushed back into themselves. 

But, it wasn’t the only thing being pressed.

The pressure applied onto his junk, trapped between the glass and his stomach, sent warm prickling sensations through him— akin to the feeling one gets jumping back into a jacuzzi right after laying down in the snow. Not to mention the tight ring only served to make his cock ten times more sensitive than usual. If he had the capacity to make a coherent train of thoughts beyond anything scandalous, he would have found it uncomfortable and would have complained to whoever had the misfortune of being in his vicinity. Yet he loved the pain when you were the one inflicting it, which resulted in a considerable amount of precum to leak from the tip of his dick and stain the pristine surface. And as you kept pounding into him relentlessly, his cock moved from side to side, spreading his bodily fluids.

“J-just like that…  you’re so rough with m-me.” Esteban took a shaky breath before continuing, “d-don’t stop!” 

You couldn't help but groan at his enthusiasm. The spot you had chosen was supposed to embarrass him enough to make him regret his arrogant attitude, but once again, you had underestimated the power of his perverted mind. With one hand, you gripped his right leg and lifted it up, allowing you to hit deeper inside him. Pleasure instantly hit his brain at the sudden change of angle, momentarily rendering his mind blank. You'd kill to be able to see what kind of face he was making, but alas that was one of the inconveniences of putting him on public display. 

“You’re glad I’m showing you off,” you pulled out slowly before snapping your hips forward again. “You want everyone to know how much of a perv for me?!” 

“Y-yes… Mffg show everyone t-that I’m y-yours, ” he mumbled between moans, but with his mouth agape and his tongue lolling out, it was hardly comprehensible.“A-and that you’re…Uugh… m-mine.” 

He loved the way you were putting him on display for all to see. The thought of the neighboring skyscrapers filled with office workers that could potentially see you two’s suspicious silhouettes only made him moan louder. If only you were this bold during the day! Esteban hated having to manage his undying love and devotion in front of others, whether it be at the office or out in public. He begrudgingly obeyed your rules, but that didn’t prevent him from finding loopholes, so he toyed with you instead. For example, by being such an annoying brat that you felt compelled to take him on the spot, and that turned out really well for him. 

A small amount of cum dripped down to his balls, which were pleasantly stretched by the ring that was still making his cock red as a bull, as a result of his exhibitionist thrill. Like a third sense, you pulled his leash, bringing his ear closer to your mouth. 

“Don’t you dare cum before I tell you to.”

“I’d n-never!” He whined, trying to defend himself as best as he could. 

For once, he was sincere. A premature orgasm could be fun once in a while and depending on what kind of play he was doing with you, but there was nothing out there more pleasurable than to hold it in, to the point of it being physically straining, only to finally climax at the sweet voice of his beloved.

And holding it in like a champ he did, since following your warning you kept pounding into him for over half an hour and never once did Esteban cum. You felt a twisted satisfaction as he was now showing clear signs of exhaustion, from his legs shaking like someone who did a marathon to his hoarse voice. Reducing him to this embarrassing state made all his misbehavior worth putting up with. 

Breaking the silence that was only punctuated by either groanings or moans, you uttered the words his dazed mind was still waiting for. 

“You can cum now.” 

His body reacted instantly to your permission; an explosive orgasm ran through him as he convulsed from head to toe. Thick ropes of cum squirted out of his abused cock, the tip sensitive and reddened from all the friction it went through against the glass. It did nothing to help the already stained window, adding white streaks to the mix. As for his hole, it clamped down tightly around your member, just like it was making sure to be filled to the brim with your own release. His loss of control was accompanied by his voice being able to muster enough strength to scream your name like it was the only word he knew. You really hoped he had dismissed all the nightly workers for today, because you were pretty sure he could be heard three floors down if not. 

After Esteban’s porno-worthy climax, you slowly pulled out of him. Your laboured breath was broken by a small gasp as the mess of a man before you managed to speak clearly enough for his cockyness to shine through.

“I wish we could… Mnfff  d-do this all day, everyday.” 

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I made sure to make Esteban extra bratty, to make it even more satisfying when reader finally puts him in his place. I hope it was to your liking!  

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"Mission terminated"

Mad scientist yandere x GN hero reader

CW: NSFW, dubious consent, top reader, bottom yandere, sub yandere, masturbation, heavily implied stalking, switching pov, reader is horny too, use of collar and leash 

Word count: 2500  

(Since Reader is gender neutral, feel free to imagine that they have a dick or are wearing a strap-on that can spurt out cum like substance.)

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While your teammates were fighting some low rank villains at the other side of the city to attract attention, you were tasked to break into Fatalité’s secret layer and as you made your way through the vent system, you anxiously checked the map. Everything has gone smoothly so far. A bit too much in your opinion. The place was almost deserted for crying out loud! But trap or not, you kept crawling forward. 

A grille was less than a meter away from where you were crouching and you could hear muffled moans and whimpers coming from it. If you had made the right calculations, you were supposed to be above the doctor's laboratory, so what kind of cruel experiments was he doing to make anyone cry out this way?! You hurried as much as the small space allowed you, until the light shined on your face through the gaps. 

You had now an overview of the entire room, and not in a million years was it what you were expecting. Turns out you were in the right place, but at what cost?! Dr. Seraph was in the most shameful situation possible, from his hands forcefully stroking his cock to every last screen of the computers in front of him showing pictures or videos of you. Some seemed to have been taken from newspapers and interviews, while others were made by an amateur, candid shot taken in places where no journalist could have possibly been. How in the world was Dr. Seraph, the mad scientist that you fought all the time, touching himself to you?! He did seem to stutter a lot and lose his composure around you, but you just assumed he was the anxious type. 

This situation was so out there that you couldn't help but stare at him, glued to your hiding spot. You don’t even think you could face him in combat again after witnessing his body shudder in uncontrollable pleasure. Not to mention that the position he had chosen was overall extremely lewd. He was leaning back into his chair while both of his feet rested on his large desk, legs spread wide open. He was also holding a piece of fabric that eerily resembled the colors of one of your previous suits that had been ruined beyond repair some time ago. From afar it almost looked like he was smothering himself with it, but the noises of ecstasy Dr.Seraph let out, left no doubt that he was experiencing nothing else but pleasure.  

“A-Ah my h-hero… A-a-ahh, mgfff w-why can’t you just pay a-attention to me.” His whining grew louder, “I’m th-the only one Uugh… that r-really care about youuu Ngffff—”  

You could feel the lower half of your body warm up and tingle the more you watched, but there was nothing you could do about it. At least, that's what you convinced yourself. 

***

Dr. Seraph wasn’t usually glad when the heroes did their job, but, thanks to them, most of Fatalité's henchmen were out for the day, meaning no one would bother him. He was ashamed to use his laboratory to masturbate, however it wasn’t his fault if this place brought back so many memories of his darling. Vincent could still remember when they pinned him to the ground, holding him by the neck, their ungloved fingers pressed against his pulse. At that time he just wanted them to mount him while keeping his face pressed against the floor. Just thinking about it made him almost cum undone, which forced the mad scientist to let go of his cock momentarily. It twitched and jerked over his unbuttoned uniform, staining the pristine white. 

After swallowing hard, Vincent closed his eyes, readying himself to go at it again, but out of the blue a thump sound was heard behind him. Being surrounded by biohazards and priceless creations meant he couldn’t just ignore whatever had fallen to the ground, which was one of the inconveniences of masturbating in a laboratory. He muttered some profanities as he pulled his feet off the desk and jerked his chair around so he could face the culprit. When he was met with the sight of the love of his life with their hands on their hips, the shock was too much to be kept in the constriction of his mind. The mad scientist squealed and his body jumped in surprise, making his chair tilt backwards. 

As he fell, one of his sleeves dropped down his shoulder and exposed his abused nipple, making this whole situation look even more like it was taken out of a bad porno. He stared up at them, like a deer in the headlights. It’s as if his brain couldn’t possibly accept that he had been caught touching himself by none other than the object of his affection. Eventually, he did come back to his senses, which was indicated by his face and neck turning more crimson than before. He then quickly staggered back on his feet, using his desk for support. 

“It’s-It’s not what it looks like! This is em… studying material!” Vincent attempted to sound convincing despite his cock swinging around, “So me… masturbating in front of photos of you is s-simply a coincidence!” Dr. Seraph then frantically tried to close all the videos and pictures plastered all over the screens. 

Having his back turned to the hero, he couldn’t see them get closer nor hear their footsteps over his babbling of excuses. It’s only when a cold sensation grazed his neck paired with a little click, that he glanced over his shoulder. 

They had put some sort of collar on him, completed with a white leather leash. 

“I don’t need any of your explanations, you’re coming with me no matter what this all was.” The hero said sternly, yet there was a faint hint of a blush on their cheeks and their gaze could never stay more than one second on him.

He looked down at the device around his neck, then at the hero, then back down again. With his beloved standing this close to him and the way they grip the leash, with one hand pressed against the small of his back, he was losing his mind! Not to mention that his ass was an inch away from grazing their pelvis. 

This whole ordeal was too perfect for him to let it slip from his grasp! His darling had already discovered his dirty secret, so he didn’t have anything to lose at this point. Before they could take him away to whatever legal punishment was awaiting him, he made one last desperate attempt to change the trajectory of this encounter. 

“Wait!” He whined, his voice as pathetic as always. “I need to ask something f-first. And I’m not trying to p-pull anything, I swear! I just… don’t want to get arrested with…” 

“With what?” The hero’s breath was hot against his ear.  

“With… something in my ass.”

Silence. Dead silence. 

Worried, Vincent looked over his shoulder to gauge what was going to happen to him based on their facial expression, but it was unreadable, their gaze casted on something that was peeking out of his asscheeks. They then slowly bent their knees to be at its level. Dr. Seraph felt a new rush of blood pump up his shaft at the fact that they had acknowledged his butt plug, making his cock twitch in the cold breeze of the laboratory.

The throbbing sensation worsened and he bit down his lips to silence a moan as he felt them meticulously spread his cheeks, their fingers digging into the plump flesh. Vincent tried to glance at them again over his shoulder, but sadly he could only see their hair in this position. Defeated, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes in anticipation. 

It was the feeling of his asshole being emptied that straightened him up on reflex and made moans creeped up his throat. Vincent dropped onto his elbows against the desk, his body becoming too weak and trembling to support his own weight after this strange, but exhilarating, sensation.

“Sorry, I should have warned you.” The hero murmured from below, yet they didn’t move a muscle. 

Following his reaction, and the fact that he didn’t have something lodged in his back side anymore, the mad scientist expected the hero to order him to put his pants back on or something. But just like before, they stayed crouched down. 

Maybe they’re examining my buttp– NO! I can’t think about that or I’ll just make things worse for myself! He bited down on his lips, hoping the pain would distract him enough as not to cum right then and there. 

Although this situation was everything he had ever dreamed of and more, it was becoming too much for him. This was technically nothing new for Vincent, since whenever the love of his life was in his vicinity, he always found himself unable to suppress his obsession, letting it show by stuttering, clumsiness and blushing profusely. So considering that he was half-naked in front of them and that they were touching him, he couldn't help but mentally spiral. Vincent was even unable to breathe normally, inhaling and exhaling warm breath through his mouth. The lack of air made everything spin around him and his heart beat irregularly in his chest.

Like a saving grace, the hero finally stood up in one swift movement, but it was followed by their palm groping both of Dr.Seraph asscheeks, feeling them up. 

“I changed my mind.” 

“Wha—?!” 

***

Making him see stars. That's what you meant. 

Having him bend over the desk, sweat rolling down his spine and his head was pulled back by the leash was such a pretty view. Not to mention that every time your hips would strike his ass he’d shudder from head to toe. You couldn’t even tell how many times he had cum until now, especially with the mess he had made on the floor. It was also clear that his denial from earlier had been thrown out the window as soon as your length had filled him up. And you weren’t just assuming that, the things he was saying with no reservations were enough proof of his enjoyment.

“I-I knew it… I knew what Mnffff we have is sp-special!” He moaned, his eyes laced with manic desire as he looked back at you.  

Despite his strange words and his lovesick gaze, you couldn’t deny how alluring he looked, so you wrapped the leash tighter around your fist and leaned forward to capture his lips. It tasted salty from the tears he had shed a moment ago, and not to mention that there was an obvious impatience with the way he opened his mouth to allow your tongue to make itself home, wanting to feel it. 

Having your attention semi occupied by giving him sloppy kisses didn’t make your hips falter in their administration, quite the contrary, in fact the whole experience invigorated you. You effortlessly slid one hand that once held Dr. Seraph by his stomach, down his side and past his hips. As you found the base of his shaft, you wrapped your fingers around it, making sure you weren’t going to lose your grip no matter what. The man reacted instantly to the skin to skin contact, mewling a moan and unknowingly grinding himself back onto you. You grinned at his wordless demand and quickened the pace, synchronizing the movements of your hand on his cock. The leash wrapped around your other hand now being one of the few things keeping him from falling to the ground. 

“Look at you, a real dog in heat.” You whispered into his ear, before burying your head into the side of his neck, “if only I knew that this is all it takes to subdue you, I would have taken your little ass sooner.” 

Dr. Seraph whimpered louder, but you weren’t sure if it was his way to respond to your teasing or if he was just this overwhelmed by pleasure. The new position you opted for, did in fact, hit that sweet sweet spot every time your cock was engulfed completely inside him, and having found the angle that felt the best for him, you settle for a definitive rhythm. That’s when his body tensed up, before he cried out one last moan while a surprisingly large load of his cum coated your hand that was still stimulating his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. The man slumped forward, his arms and legs going limp, except for the occasional shuddering coursing through him, all visible signs that the mad scientist had reached his limit.

Being spent yourself, you gently pull him into a hug as you finish inside him, your thrust slowing down so as to not overstimulate the poor man. It’s only after standing there for a good minute that you finally come back to your senses. Unfortunately accompanied by a dreadful sense of guilt. You felt a renewed warm sensation creeping up your cheeks at the sight of his asshole leaking a whitish substance. It’s not as if this was the worst thing you ever inflicted on someone, heck you already broke some arms and legs of dangerous criminals before this, but seeing Dr. Seraph spent like this pulled at your heart strings. 

Without much resistance on his part, not like he would try anyway, you carefully took him in your arms and sat him on the chair he had previously masturbated on. The thing was padded, including its armchairs, reassuring you that he wasn’t going to fall over while you weren’t looking and that it could at least bring him a little bit of comfort. You then snooped around the room for a blanket, or more precisely what could be used as one, and found what seemed like a white tablecloth in one of the lockers. You hurried back to the scientist's side, that had the most dazed look on his face, and wrapped him up promptly. 

You felt sorry for not giving more aftercare, but you had lost track of time during your “activity” and worried that your teammates were waiting on you or worse that Fatalité would come back to his base with the rest of his goons. You didn’t mind confronting them, since you could easily beat them up and escape, but the idea of getting caught with Dr. Serpah having been fucked out of his mind was making you shiver in embarrassment. 

While you adjusted your suit, you didn’t notice that Vincent had slightly woken up from his cumdrunk state, his eyes trying to focus on your moving form. He touched the collar that was still around his neck and smiled, but before he could say anything to you he realized you were walking away so he extended one weak hand in your direction. 

“No w-wait ngh… come… come back. ” He mumbled, in vain, as you were already out the door. 

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Imagine having to do the walk of shame all the way back to HQ 

first post will be at 5:30 pm tonight! (according to Eastern daylight time in North America)

All the one shots for the “On a leash” week are all officially completed (after like two years of wait…) 

I will start posting for it next week on Monday, so stay tuned for that!