ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : crocodile (opla) x wife!reader, dirty talk, swearing, MDNI, hair pulling, blowjob, deep throat, mild overstimulation, sex without a condom, nsfw, ejaculation inside, biting, hickeys, humiliation.

Being married to Crocodile is rather complicated; it all started with an agreement that gradually transformed into something far more dangerous and addictive.

He, the undisputed king of Alabasta, the former Shichibukai who still ruled even after losing his official title. And you, a former Baroque Works agent who proved too much loyalty, too much intelligence, and too much physical presence for him to simply discard.

He took you as his wife in a somewhat discreet ceremony inside Rain Dinners; no one dared question, no one dared look twice.

The private suite was on the upper floors, far from the noise of the countless roulette wheels and the fake laughter of the gamblers. Beige marble walls, heavy purple velvet curtains, a golden chandelier projecting warm light onto the bed covered in black silk sheets.

The air always smelled of expensive cigars, sand, and the woody perfume he wore. You waited, as always, dressed only in a black silk robe that barely covered your thighs, your hair loose, your body already tingling with expectation and worry.

He had left early to take care of some business, rumors that the Straw Hats were still around and could return to cause trouble.

You knew he was invincible with the Suna Suna no Mi, but his old scars reminded you that even kings bled.

The door opened with a low click, the smell of cigars wafted in, and then he appeared.

The dark fur coat hung over his broad shoulders like a king's cape, superior as he was, and the purple vest open over his unbuttoned white shirt revealed defined muscles and the old scar that cut across his abdomen.

His hair combed back, a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. The stitched scar across his nose, the golden hook gleaming in the light, and between his beautiful lips, the thick cigar releasing lazy smoke.

He closed the door with his foot, his heavy eyes fixed on you as if he already knew exactly what you were thinking.

━━ Still awake, [name]? ━ His voice came out deep, laden with sarcastic amusement. ━━ I thought you'd learned not to wait for me like an anxious little dog.

You stood up from the sofa, your robe slipping slightly off your shoulder. Your heart pounded, but you kept your voice steady.

━━ You took your time, I heard rumors about the Straw Hat Pirates, if they—

He laughed, a slow, low laugh, the sound vibrated in his chest and echoed in the room.

━━ Rumors. ━ He took a step forward, taking the cigar from his mouth just to blow the smoke in your direction. ━━ You really think those kids can touch me? Pathetic. You worry too much, girl. It irritates me... and also amuses me.

He stopped just inches away, the heat of his body like the desert at midday. The hook slowly rose, the cold tip lightly touching the exposed skin of your shoulder, tracing a line to your collarbone without hurting you; you felt a shiver run down your spine.

━━ I am your wife. ━━ you murmured, lifting his chin. ━━ I'm not one of your disposable agents. If something happens to you...

The hook caught the robe's tie and pulled slowly, opening it. The fabric slid down your shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving you naked before him. Crocodile tilted his head, his eyes slowly and possessively traveling over your body.

━━ My wife, hm? ━ he repeated, as if testing the taste of the words. A crooked smile formed. ━━ How cute, you still think you have the right to order me around? How adorable.

Before you could answer, his right hand firmly gripped your chin, tilting your head upwards.

The kiss came roughly, without warning. His mouth dominated yours, his tongue invading, biting your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You moaned softly against his mouth, your hands instinctively rising to his broad chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to speak against your lips, his voice husky and mocking.

━━ Hah.. look at you... moaning just from a kiss, you're pathetic.

Another kiss, deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hand slid down, gripping your waist tightly. The hook slid down your back, the cold tip making you arch against him.

He pushed you against the marble wall, his enormous body completely covering yours. You felt the thick bulge inside his pants pressing against your stomach.

━━ On your knees. ━ he ordered, simply, leaving no room for discussion.

You obeyed immediately, the cold floor against your knees, your hands trembling with excitement as you unzipped his pants.

His cock sprang free, thick and long, veins throbbing, the head already glistening with a slight pre-ejaculate. Crocodile held the cigar between his teeth, one hand in your hair, twisting the strands tightly.

━━ That's it, now suck like the good wife you pretend to be.

You opened your mouth and swallowed it deeply, your throat contracting around it, but you pushed harder, your eyes watering.

He let out a low grunt of approval, his hips moving slowly at first, fucking your mouth with cruel control.

━━ Deeper, little girl. I want to feel that fucking tight throat swallowing it all.

You obeyed, your nose touching the base of it, gagging, saliva running down your chin. Tears streamed down, but you didn't stop.

While you were sucking, your body betrayed you, your hips moving on their own, rubbing desperately against his leg, against the shiny leather boot, seeking friction on your swollen clitoris.

The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your wet pussy and you moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and wet.

Crocodile noticed, of course he noticed.

He laughed, low and somewhat cruel, pulling your hair back to look at your face.

━━ Ah... look at you, rubbing against my leg like a bitch in heat while gagging on my cock. My little wife, reduced to this. Whimpering and wetting my boot just because you can't wait.

You whimpered loudly, the sound coming out broken because he pushed deeper, blocking the air.

Tears streamed down, but you rubbed faster, the humiliating pleasure rising in waves. He pulled your hair rhythmically, fucking your mouth mercilessly, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

━━ Damn, that's right, baby, swallow... I want to see you gag nicely for me.

You moaned and whimpered incessantly, the wet sound echoing in the room. One of your hands went up, squeezing his thigh, the other between your own legs, rubbing your clitoris while you continued sucking. He noticed and laughed louder.

━━ What a desperate little hand, can't even suck properly without touching yourself? What a hungry little slut, but keep going, I want to see you cum on my leg before I fuck that little pussy.

The orgasm came too strong, you trembled all over, moaning loudly around his cock, your pussy throbbing as you rubbed frantically against his boot, wetting the leather. He didn't stop fucking your throat, using your mouth like a toy.

While you were still trembling, he pulled your hair hard, taking his cock out of your mouth with an obscene sound, saliva dripping down your chin and breasts.

He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, his strong hand on your waist, the hook pinning your wrist above your head against the wall.

━━ Now that's more like it, ━ he murmured against your ear, biting your earlobe. ━━ Time to remember who's in charge here.

He turned you to face the wall, chest pressed against your back. His wet cock slid between your thighs, brushing against your soaked entrance.

One brutal thrust and he was inside, deep and thick, opening you completely. You screamed, nails scratching the marble.

━━ Ah~ shit, Crocodile...

━━ Scream louder. ━ He growled, biting your shoulder hard, sucking on your skin until he left a purple hickey. ━━ I want to hear my little bitch whimpering my name while I destroy this pussy.

He fucked you mercilessly, deep, quick thrusts, the wet sound of skin against skin echoing.

The hook gripped your hip, his right hand squeezed your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. He kissed your neck, sucked and bit, leaving red and purple marks everywhere, each hickey accompanied by a moan from you and a low laugh from him.

━━ My God, look what you've become... moaning like a little slut.

You came again, legs trembling, your pussy squeezing him tightly. He didn't stop, he turned you around, lifted you up like you were nothing, legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock went in again, deeper in this position. His mouth took yours in a strong kiss, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as his cock fucked your pussy.

━━ One more... ━ He grunted against your lips. ━━ Come for me again, squeeze my cock while I fill you up.

You obeyed, of course you obeyed, the third orgasm tore you apart, loud moans, tears of pleasure streaming down. Only then did he come, deep and hot, pulsing inside you while letting out a guttural grunt, teeth sinking into your neck, leaving another mark.

He carried you to the bed without leaving you, falling onto the silk sheets, his enormous body covering yours, still throbbing slightly. The cigar he'd left in the ashtray was still smoking.

Crocodile looked at you, his face slightly flushed, his lips swollen, marks all over his body, and smiled sideways.

━━ Tomorrow you'll wake up all sore... but I know you like it. ━ He gave you a slow, almost tender kiss on the forehead, a stark contrast to everything else.

You smiled weakly, exhausted, your body still trembling against his.

━━ I love you, you arrogant idiot.

He chuckled softly, pulling you to his broad chest, his hook resting possessively on your waist.

━━ I know, now sleep.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : harley sawyer (doctor) x assistant!reader, sucking dick, MDNI, sucking pussy, hickeys on the neck, kisses, nsfw, sex with a condom, deep throat.

The air conditioning hummed softly in Dr. Harley Sawyer's private office on the top floor of the restricted wing of Playtime Co. It was 1:47 PM, the lunch break was almost over, but you knew he hadn't gone out to eat.

When you knocked twice on the dark wooden door, his voice answered dryly, without raising his tone:

━━ Come in.

You pushed the door open with your shoulder, balancing a thermos of black coffee in your left hand and a thin folder of reports in your right.

━━ I brought coffee. ━ you said, closing the door with your hip. ━━ Black and unsweetened, just the way you like it. And the updated reports on experiment 137, I thought you'd want to see them before the 2:30 PM meeting.

He looked up for a second, the rigidity in his jaw softening slightly. He didn't smile, but accepted the cup with a short nod.

━━ You didn't need to come all the way here, [Name]. You could have left it on the reception desk.

━━ I know, but you look like you slept in a chair for three hours again. ━ you approached, placing the folder beside the keyboard. Your fingers lightly brushed the back of his hand as you handed him the coffee. ━━ New neural fusion experiments, Pierre ordered them prioritized. I thought... we could review them together, in peace.

He took a long sip, steam rising between you two. The silence in the room was almost palpable; outside, the corridor was empty. Everyone was in the cafeteria or the lower labs.

━━ Peace.. ━ he repeated, his voice low, hoarse with exhaustion. ━━ A very rare word in here.

You leaned against the edge of the wide mahogany table, right next to him. Your black pencil skirt rode up an inch on your thighs when you crossed your legs. Your open lab coat revealed the tight white blouse underneath. He noticed, of course he noticed, he always noticed.

━━ You work too hard, doctor. ━ your voice came out softer than you intended. ━━ Your eyes are red, let me help you relax a little.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't move away when you reached out and carefully removed his glasses, bending the temples before placing them in his briefcase. Your fingers brushed the warm skin of his temple, and he exhaled slowly.

━━ You're playing with fire, girl.

━━ I know exactly what I'm doing.

You leaned in, the first kiss was on the corner of his mouth, very light and provocative. He didn't pull back; the second kiss was on your neck, just below your jaw, his lips parted, sucking slowly.

He let out a hoarse sound, almost a muffled grunt. His large hands moved up to your waist, gripping the fabric of your skirt.

━━ Someone might hear. ━ he murmured against your hair, but his fingers were already sliding under your blouse, up the skin of your back.

━━ Then let's be quiet, ━ you whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. ━━ Or... almost.

He turned his chair suddenly, pulling you onto his lap. Your mouths met for real now, a hungry kiss, teeth grazing, tongues intertwining.

You moaned softly into his mouth, feeling his erection already hardening under his dress pants. Her hands slid down his chest, opening his lab coat further, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose his neck and the beginning of his chest.

You attacked right there, slow, wet kisses, marking his fair skin with bruises that would darken in a few hours. He tilted his head back, letting you work, a deep purr vibrating in his chest.

━━ Damn... you're dangerous. ━ he growled.

You slid off his lap, kneeling between his open legs. You unbuttoned his pants with nimble fingers, pulling down the zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

You licked slowly from base to tip, looking into his eyes the whole time. Sawyer held your hair with one hand, guiding but not forcing.

━━ Oh.. come on, suck it good.

You obeyed, your mouth warm, your tongue swirling, sucking deep until you felt the head hit the back of your throat.

He groaned softly, the sound muffled by his own fist as he bit it. You sucked eagerly, drooling, moaning around him, vibrating. His hips moved slowly, fucking your mouth with control.

But he didn't want to come there, so he pulled you to your feet, turned you around so your back was against the table, and lifted your skirt to your waist.

Your black lace panties were ripped aside, he knelt behind you, and buried his face between your legs.

━━ Ah.. ━ you whimpered, your hands flat on the cold table.

His tongue was relentless, long, slow licks, then quick ones on your swollen clitoris. Two thick fingers entered you, curving, hitting that spot that made your legs tremble.

You bit your own arm to keep from moaning loudly. He sucked, licked, moaned against your wet pussy, the obscene sound echoing softly in the room.

━━ Soaked for me... ━ he murmured against your flesh. ━━ Good girl.

You came for the first time like that, trembling and muffling the cry against your forearm. He didn't stop, he kept licking until you were too sensitive, whimpering his name like a prayer.

Only then did he stand up, open the desk drawer and take out a condom. He tore the package open with his teeth, rolling it down his cock glistening with saliva and your fluids. He turned you around, sat you on the edge of the desk, scattering papers and pens on the floor with an impatient gesture.

━━ Legs around me. ━ he ordered.

You obeyed and wrapped your thighs around his waist, your thin heels digging into his back over his lab coat. He positioned his thick head at your entrance and pushed slowly, inch by inch, until he was all the way in, you both groaned at the same time.

━━ Damn, [Name]... so tight. ━ He grunted, his forehead pressed against yours.

He began to thrust, deep and hard. The table creaked with each thrust, you gripped his neck, nails digging in, your mouth pressed against his skin to muffle your moans.

You left more hickeys, marking him as yours. He thrust mercilessly, one hand on your ass squeezing, the other on the back of your neck, keeping you close.

━━ Quiet... ━ he gasped, but was smiling slyly. ━━ No one can hear my assistant screaming my name.

You tried, biting your lip until it bled a little, but each time he hit the perfect spot, a moan escaped.

He covered your mouth with his, swallowing the sounds, his tongue fucking your mouth in the same rhythm as his cock.

The second orgasm came strong, your legs trembled around him, your pussy tightening so much that he cursed softly. He came soon after, buried deep inside, pulsing within the condom, his whole body tense, a hoarse moan muffled against your shoulder.

You both lay there, breathless and still pressed together. Your sweat mingled. He slowly pulled away, discarded the condom in the trash can under the table, and zipped up his pants. You got off the table with wobbly legs, adjusting your skirt, blouse, and hair.

He looked at his neck in the dark reflection of the window; the hickeys were clearly visible, five obvious purple marks.

━━ Tsk... you marked me like a teenager. ━ he said, but there was an amused tone in his husky voice.

You smiled, leaning in to give him one last light kiss on his swollen lips.

━━ That was great, doctor. Best break of my life. ━ you picked up your bag from the chair. ━━ Schedule a second time? This time at your house.

He ran a hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses back on his face. He looked at you for a long second, that sociopathic coldness returning to his eyes, but mixed with something warmer.

━━ Don't get too attached, [Name]. This is just stress relief, nothing more.

You shrugged, still smiling.

━━ Wow, okay. But do you accept a second time?

He snorted, almost laughed.

━━ I accept. Tomorrow night, my address is in your contract, now get out before someone notices how long you've been here.

You left laughing softly, closing the door carefully. The hallway was still empty, so you quickly adjusted your lipstick in the elevator mirror and returned to your post as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later, Leith Pierre knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer. The man in the expensive suit, with perfectly gray hair, was carrying a clipboard.

━━ Sawyer, we need to talk about experiment 249. The prototype fused incorrectly again, the tissues rejected the neural implant, and now we have an organic mass that won't stop... ━ he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes fixed on his colleague's neck.

The hickeys, right there, impossible to ignore. Leith Pierre arched an eyebrow, his smile slowly widening.

━━ Well, well, doctor. I see someone decided to give our grumpiest genius a boost of energy. ━ he approached, tilting his head. ━━ And what a boost... five marks? Someone was hungry. ━ he chuckled softly. ━━ You got lucky today, huh? That surgical assistant of yours... what's her name again? She brought your coffee and decided you were going to be lunch?

Sawyer crossed his arms, his expression impassive, but the slight blush on his ears betrayed him.

━━ Pierre, focus on the experiment. 249 can be recovered if we inject stabilizer before 4 PM.

Leith raised his hands, still laughing.

━━ Calm down, calm down. I'm just saying... good for you. How long has it been since I've seen the great Dr. Sawyer looking like he just had a good time? ━ he winked. ━━ Keep it up, maybe she'll make you less unbearable in meetings.

Sawyer snorted, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

━━ Get out of my office before you become the next experiment.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : harley sawyer (doctor) x doctor!reader, i'm back! sorry for disappearing, and to celebrate, i brought an imagine of my favorite villain, character, or even TV show lol.

The corridor of the Special Sector smelled of disinfectant, metal, and the scent of the new plush bodies still settling. It was almost two in the morning, most of the technicians had already left, but you never left without stopping by the observation nursery.

The glass door opened; inside, the light was low, yellowish, almost welcoming. In the center of the padded room, Experiment 1391, once a little girl, now made to be a small version of Huggy Wuggy, sat on the floor, her long legs bent in a way that wasn't yet natural. Her green fur shone in the dim light; she raised her head at the sound of your footsteps.

━━ Doctor... ━ the voice came out muffled, as if from inside a pillow. ━━ Y-you came.

You smiled, a smile you reserved only for them, your patients.

━━ Of course i came, dear. How are you feeling today?

You sat cross-legged in front of her, notebook open in your lap. The pen glided slowly, writing everything down; motor coordination 87% stable, vocalization clear, no sign of tissue rejection. Small tremors in her hands when she tried to hold the sketchbook.

Cassie approached, resting her fluffy little head on your knee.

━━ It hurt less today. B-but... I still feel my old fingers.

Your chest tightened, you ran your fingers through her fur, slowly, as if she were still just a child.

━━ I know, we'll improve this, I promise.

Behind you, the door opened again. Calm, rhythmic footsteps; you didn't even need to look to know who it was.

━━ Still playing mommy with the toys, Dr. [Name]? ━ Harley Sawyer's voice was low, almost lazy, but it carried a hint of sarcasm. ━━ If you keep this up, they'll think you're sabotaging the project.

You didn't turn around immediately, finished writing the last line, carefully closed your notebook, and only then looked over your shoulder.

He was leaning against the doorframe, his white lab coat impeccable, his black hair precisely combed back, his thin-rimmed glasses reflecting the low light. Arms crossed, the expression of someone watching an interesting experiment.

━━ Sabotaging? ━ you replied, raising an eyebrow. ━━ I'm just doing my job, Dr. Sawyer. The least I can do after... ━ you gestured vaguely to Cassie. ━━ ...all this.

Harley let out a sound that could have been a laugh, if he truly felt like laughing.

━━ Hah... the bare minimum? How cute. ━ he stepped away from the door and walked over to the two of you. He stopped a step away, looking at the small experiment. ━━ Just look at it. Perfect integration, a human heart beating inside a body that will never age. I call it a masterpiece, you call it... what exactly? Insanity?

Cassie snuggled slightly against your leg, you placed your protective hand on her back.

━━ I call it necessary, ━ you murmured. ━━ And tragic, both things can be true at the same time.

Harley was silent for a second. Then, to your surprise, he crouched down too, his lab coat brushing the floor. He looked at the green Huggy Wuggy with something that wasn't exactly tenderness; Harley wasn't that type.

━━ Hey, 1391, show Dr. [Name] what you learned today.

Cassie hesitated, then stretched out her little plush hand and closed her palm around a crayon, drawing a crooked heart. Below, she wrote in childish handwriting; “Doctor + Dr. Sawyer = friends.”

You felt your face heat up, Harley raised an eyebrow, but the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile.

━━ Oh, look at that, ━ he said, his voice low just for you. ━━ Even the toys are cheering for us.

He stood up, extending his hand to you. It wasn’t a romantic gesture. It was practical. But when your fingers touched, he didn’t let go immediately, his thumb brushing the back of your hand, just once, almost absentmindedly.

━━ You’re going to burn yourself out, [Name]. ━ he murmured, using only your first name. ━━ You always stay late, write everything down, talk to these experiments as if they were still children. I like my job, I take pleasure in every success. But you feel guilty, and yet you keep coming.

You let him help you up. Cassie nodded sleepily and curled up in the corner with her notepad.

━━ Someone has to remember that they were normal children before. ━ you replied softly. ━━ If not me, who will it be?

Harley didn’t answer immediately, walking you to the door, his hand still lightly brushing the curve of your back, a touch too light and too warm to be professional.

In the dark hallway, he stopped. He turned to you, the cold light from the ceiling hitting his glasses, but it didn't hide the way his dark eyes softened when he looked at you.

━━ You know what's funny? ━ he said, his voice low, almost hoarse. ━━ I've spent my whole life searching for perfection, and you're the only imperfection I don't want to correct.

Your heart skipped a beat. He pulled a small thermos from the inside pocket of his lab coat—the one you always forgot in the office—and handed it to you.

━━ Chamomile tea, unsweetened, just the way you like it when you can't sleep.

You took it, your fingers brushing against his again. This time, he didn't pretend it was an accident.

━━ Harley...

━━ Don't say anything. ━ he interrupted, but his tone was almost affectionate. ━━ Just go home, I'll take care of the rest of the paperwork. You can come back tomorrow and continue with your work.

He was already turning around when you grabbed the sleeve of his lab coat.

━━ Just five more minutes? ━ you asked, smiling slightly. ━━ Cassie drew us as friends, the least we can do is have tea together before I go.

Harley stopped, looked at your hand on his sleeve, then at your face. And, for the first time that night, he smiled for real, a small, slightly crooked smile, but genuine.

━━ Five minutes... ━ he grumbled. ━━ And only because you asked with that pouty look.

You both went back to the observation room, sat on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, while Cassie slept with her notepad pressed against her chest. The tea was hot, and the silence was comforting.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : caine x reader, sucking pussy, tongue fuck, MDNI, clitoral stimulation, nsfw, oral sex (female receiving).

The air in the main hall where you stand is filled with a faint hum, and Caine, the floating master, hovers before you.

━━ My dear human! ━ he exclaims in his animated voice, but there's a hint of hesitation this time, something shy you've never seen in him before. ━━ I-I've been thinking. You humans, so cute, have these different pleasures. Sensations I don't fully understand, this is new to me. Would you help me learn? Please?

His eyes blink nervously, and he floats a little closer, as if blushing, though his digital form doesn't allow it. You nod, feeling a shiver of excitement mixed with curiosity. He's cute like this, all-powerful in the circus, but now so shy.

━━ Great! Let's make this... hmm... educational! ━ he says, trying to sound confident, but his voice trembles slightly.

He leads you to a more private corner of the hall, where the floor transforms into a soft, cushioned bed, as if the circus were responding to his wishes. You lie down, your heart racing, while Caine hovers above you. His hands materialize, touching your skin with hesitant gentleness.

━━ Tell me if I do anything wrong, please. I want it to be good for you.

He begins slowly, his white gloves tracing soft lines along your thighs, rising to the hem of your costume. You feel the fabric being pulled aside, exposing you to the cool circus air. Caine tilts his enormous head closer, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fascination and shyness.

━━ That's beautiful. Humans are so.. complex. ━ his voice is a whisper now, almost embarrassed.

He moves closer, and you feel the first touch of his tongue, not an ordinary tongue, but something digital, warm and moist, materialized especially for this. It brushes against your entrance, exploring with curiosity.

━━ Like this? ━ he asks, looking up with pleading eyes. You moan softly, encouraging him, and he smiles shyly, his teeth gleaming. ━━ Good.. I'll try some more.

His tongue penetrates you slowly, with hesitant movements at first, as if he were testing the waters. It's long and flexible, swirling inside you, exploring every fold and inner wall. You arch your back, a moan escaping your lips.

━━ Mhm~ Caine... ━ he pauses for a moment, concerned.

━━ Oh my god! Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop? ━ his voice is sweet, like a child learning to walk.

━━ No, please, continue.. it’s good. ━ you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets.

He nods, relieved, and resumes, more confident now. His tongue moves rhythmically, fucking you deeply and rhythmically, licking the sensitive walls while murmuring:

━━ Fascinating, you get so wet. Is this pleasure?

Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy through you, making your hips move involuntarily against him.

Then, he adjusts, focusing on your clitoris. His lips, or what passes for lips in his toothed mouth, envelop the sensitive button with extreme care, sucking it gently.

━━ Here? I researched that it’s an important spot. ━ he says, too eager to please.

The suction is perfect, alternating between light and more intense, his tongue circling around as he sucks, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body.

You moan loudly now, whimpering his name.

━━ Caine... ah~ yes, right there. ━ tears of pleasure welling up in the corners of your eyes.

He trembles with excitement, his hands gently gripping your thighs, as if afraid of breaking you.

━━ You're whimpering so much, does that mean I'm doing it right? Humans are so expressive! ━ he sounds adorable, all curious, but he doesn't stop, sucking your clitoris with more fervor.

The pleasure builds, intense and overwhelming, your body trembling as you approach climax.

━━ I'm going to—ah! ━ you scream as the orgasm hits you, waves pulsing through you. He continues, licking and sucking until the end, absorbing your every reaction like a dedicated student.

Finally, he pulls away, floating upwards with a shy, satisfied smile.

━━ That was amazing! Thank you for teaching me. Could I do it again? ━ his eyes blink shyly as you gasp, still trembling from the post-orgasm.

━━ I-I'll think about it.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : lucifer x nanny!reader, unprotected sex, clitoral rubbing, MDNI, lucifer being silly as always, ejaculating inside, nsfw, luci being a cute dominator.

You arrive at the grand, eccentric mansion in Hell's Pride Ring, the air humming with a faint scent of brimstone and.. rubber ducks? It's your usual gig as the babysitter for little Charlie Morningstar, the six-year-old princess of Hell herself. She's a bundle of energy, with her wide golden eyes, rosy cheeks, and that infectious optimism that makes even the underworld feel a tad brighter.

Tonight, her father, Lucifer, had called you over in his typical dramatic flair, something about an "urgent meeting with the Sins" that couldn't wait. You've been watching her for months now, and while the job pays in souls (or whatever currency demons use these days), the real perk is him.

Charlie tugs at your hand as you both sit on the plush rug in her playroom, surrounded by a sea of colorful toys and, of course, an army of rubber ducks her dad handcrafted.

━━ Look! This one's named Quacky McQuackface! ━ she giggles, squeezing the duck until it lets out a squeaky honk.

You laugh along, helping her build a makeshift fort out of pillows and blankets. She's such a sweet kid, always talking about making Hell a better place, even at her age.

━━ One day, i'm gonna help everyone be happy! ━ she declares, her tiny horns peeking through her blonde curls.

As the evening winds down, you tuck her into bed with a story about fallen angels and redemption—her favorite theme. She drifts off quickly, clutching her favorite duck, and you tiptoe out, closing the door softly. That's when you hear the front door creak open downstairs, followed by a theatrical sigh that echoes through the halls.

━━ Ah, what a night! Dealing with those pompous overlords is like herding cats in a thunderstorm! ━ Lucifer's voice booms, laced with that signature mix of exasperation and whimsy.

You descend the stairs to find him shedding his white coat, his short stature belying the immense presence he commands. His pale skin glows under the chandelier light, those sharp yellow eyes sparkling with mischief as they land on you. He's dressed in his usual ringmaster-esque attire—top hat askew, cane twirling in one hand—but there's a softness to him tonight, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

━━ Well, if it isn't my favorite babysitter! How's my little apple pie? Did she behave, or did she try to redeem the furniture again?

You smile, leaning against the banister.

━━ She was an angel, as always. We built a duck fortress and read about happy endings. She's out like a light now.

Lucifer chuckles, a light, bubbly sound that makes him seem more like an eccentric inventor than the King of Hell. He steps closer, his tail flicking playfully behind him.

━━ You're a lifesaver, you know that? I don't know what I'd do without you. Charlie adores you—almost as much as her ducks! ━ he pulls a small rubber duck from his pocket, one shaped like a tiny devil with hearts for eyes, and holds it out. ━━ Made this one today. Thought of you. It's.. uh, flirty? Wait, no, that's not right. Cute? Yeah, cute!

You take it, your fingers brushing his, and feel that familiar spark, the one that's been building since your "fling" started a few weeks ago. It began innocently enough; late-night chats after Charlie's bedtime, his goofy stories about Heaven's bureaucracy, your shared laughs over Hell's absurdities. Then one night, after a particularly chaotic day, he kissed you, clumsy at first, like he was testing the waters, but oh-so-passionate. Now, it's this secret thrill, stolen moments when the house is quiet.

━━ Thanks, Lu, ━ you say, pocketing the duck. ━━ You didn't have to.

━━ Oh, but I did! Can't have my babysitter going duck-less. ━ he winks, but there's a blush creeping up his cheeks, making him look adorably flustered. He rubs the back of his neck, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ━━ Hey, uh.. you sticking around? Or do you have to dash off to babysit some other demon spawn?

You step closer, the air between you thickening with unspoken tension.

━━ I could stay. If you want.

His eyes light up like fireworks.

━━ Want? Darling, I'd summon a whole orchestra for that! ━ he grabs your hand with surprising gentleness, leading you to the lavish living room couch. As you sit, he plops down beside you, closer than necessary, his thigh brushing yours. ━━ Tell me about your day first. Did Charlie make you play 'Princess of Hell' again? She's got quite the imagination—takes after her old man!

You recount the evening's highlights, and he listens with rapt attention, interjecting with silly quips.

━━ A duck fortress? Genius! We should patent that. ━ but soon, the conversation shifts, his hand resting on your knee, tracing lazy circles. ━━ You know, you're pretty amazing with her. Makes me feel.. less like a total failure as a dad. ━ his tone turns softer, vulnerable, but he masks it with a grin. ━━ Not that I'm fishing for compliments or anything!

━━ You're a great dad, Lucifer, ━ you assure him, leaning in. ━━ And.. pretty great at other things too.

━━ Oh? Like what? ━ he teases, his voice husky now, though still laced with that playful lilt. He cups your cheek, his touch warm despite his infernal nature. ━━ Enlighten me, sweetheart.

Your lips meet his in a kiss that's equal parts sweet and searing—his mouth soft, tasting faintly of apples and sin. He pulls you onto his lap with surprising strength, his hands roaming your back as he murmurs against your skin.

━━ Mmm, I've been thinking about this all day. Those meetings? Torture. But you? Pure heaven.

You grind against him, feeling his arousal harden beneath you, and he lets out a goofy, breathless laugh.

━━ Whoa, easy there! You're gonna make me quack up—wait, bad pun. Ignore that. ━ but his eyes darken with desire, and he flips you gently onto the couch, hovering over you like a mischievous imp. ━━ God, you're beautiful.

His fingers deftly unbutton your shirt, exposing your skin to the cool air, and he trails kisses down your neck, nipping playfully.

━━ Tell me what you want, ━ he whispers, his breath hot against your collarbone. ━━ I'm all yours tonight—no crowns, no thrones, just me being.. well, me.

━━ I want you, ━ you breathe, tugging at his vest. ━━ All of you.

He grins, that cute, silly expression melting into something more intense.

━━ Your wish is my command.

With theatrical flair, he sheds his clothes, his body lithe and toned, pale skin marked with faint angelic scars, his erection straining eagerly. He helps you out of your pants, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

━━ Look at you.. perfect. Like one of my best creations.

He positions himself between your legs, his fingers exploring first—teasing your folds with gentle strokes, circling your clit until you're arching into him.

━━ Feel good? Yeah? Tell me— I love hearing you. ━ his voice is a mix of goofiness and genuine care, checking in even as he slides a finger inside, curling it just right to hit that spot that makes you gasp.

━━ Luci.. yes, just like that. ━ you moan, and he beams like he's won a prize.

━━ Music to my ears.. ━ he adds another finger, pumping slowly, his thumb rubbing your clit in rhythmic circles. You're soaking now, the slick sounds filling the room, and he watches with wide-eyed fascination. ━━ You're so wet for me.. it's adorable. Wait, no—hot. Super hot!"

When you're trembling on the edge, he withdraws, lining himself up.

━━ Ready, darling? ━ at your nod, he pushes in inch by inch, groaning dramatically. ━━ Ohhh, fuck— you're tight. Like a glove made in Heaven! ━ he bottoms out, pausing to let you adjust, his forehead resting against yours. ━━ You okay? Not too much?

━━ Perfect.. ━ you whisper, and he starts moving, slow thrusts at first, building to a steady rhythm.

His hips snap with surprising power, each stroke deep and deliberate, hitting that sweet spot inside you. He peppers your face with kisses, murmuring nonsense between moans.

The pace quickens, his hands gripping your thighs as he pounds harder, the couch creaking under you.

━━ God— I mean, me– you feel incredible. Squeeze me like that again.. yes! ━ sweat beads on his brow, his tail wrapping around your leg possessively. You claw at his back, pulling him closer, and he responds with a playful nip to your shoulder. ━━ Naughty.. I like it!

As climax builds, he reaches between you, rubbing your clit furiously.

━━ Come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you. ━ you shatter first, waves of pleasure crashing over you, clenching around him. He follows soon after, thrusting erratically with a goofy, ecstatic cry — "Holy ducks!" — before spilling inside you, hot and thick.

Panting, he collapses beside you, pulling you into a cuddly embrace.

━━ That was.. wow. You're staying the night, right? Charlie won't mind pancakes in the morning—with extra ducks!

You laugh, nestling against him, the king of Hell reduced to a silly, affectionate mess. And in that moment, it's perfect.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : contains Alastor, Vox, Adam, Lucifer, Husk and Valentino. i'm feeling inspired today, so i made another one ♡

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑

Your encounters with Alastor are always laced with an air of vintage elegance, his radio-static voice crackling like an old broadcast as he draws you into his web of control. He's not one for overt affection, but when the mood strikes, he revels in the power dynamic, his fetishes rooted in dominance, biting, and sensory teasing.

He loves making you beg, withholding touch until you're trembling, his sharp teeth grazing your skin just enough to draw a gasp without breaking it—yet. Comfort is key for him; he'll ensure you're at ease before unleashing his more primal side, flirting with whispered taunts that make your pulse race.

You find yourself pinned against the velvet cushions of his radio tower, Alastor's antlers casting shadows as he hovers over you, his grin wide and predatory.

His hands stay clasped behind his back, but his mouth descends, lips brushing your neck before his teeth sink in lightly, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through you.

━━ Oh, darling, ━ he purrs, voice distorted with static. ━━ You taste delicious. Beg for more, won't you? Tell me how badly you need my touch. ━ you whimper, arching up, but he pulls back, chuckling. ━━ Not yet. Comfort first—tell me you're ready, and perhaps I'll indulge.

When you finally break, pleading, he bites harder, his tongue lapping at the mark as you cry out, his control absolute.

𝐕𝐎𝐗

Vox thrives on control and technology-infused intimacy, his fetishes including electrostimulation, daddy kink, pet play, collars, punishment, and marking. As a switch who prefers topping, he loves pinning you down, his screen flickering with arousal as he uses his electrical abilities to send tingling shocks through your body.

He's rough but attentive, always checking if you're okay amid the intensity, his chokers and collars a symbol of ownership that makes him glitch with excitement. Kisses cover every inch of you, and he adores meting out punishments for your brattiness, turning pain into electric ecstasy.

You're strapped to his control room chair, a sleek collar around your neck buzzing faintly with his power. Vox's claws trace your skin, his screen displaying hypnotic patterns as he leans in.

━━ Who's my good pet? ━ he demands, voice smooth like a late-night infomercial. You squirm, whispering "Me, Daddy." and he rewards you with a jolt of electricity that arcs from his fingers to your most sensitive spots, making you arch and moan.

━━ That's right— but you've been naughty, haven't you? Time for punishment. ━ he pins you harder, biting down on your shoulder to mark you as his, the shockwaves building until you're begging for release. ━━ Scream for me, baby. Let the whole network hear.

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌

Adam's fetishes scream rockstar bravado mixed with hidden vulnerability; breeding kink, dacryphilia, degradation with praise, choking, spanking, hair pulling, collaring, and a love for femdom elements like pegging and being called "good boy."

He's a bratty switch, rough and dominant on the surface but melting into submission when you take charge. He adores the power play, gripping your hips aggressively in missionary or mating press, whispering filthy taunts while choking you lightly, but flip the script and he's whimpering, tears in his eyes from denial, begging for more.

You straddle Adam on his heavenly throne, his mask discarded, golden eyes wide with need as you collar him and pull his hair back.

━━ Please, mommy. ━ he groans, voice breaking as you tease him with slow grinds, denying his thrusts.

━━ Fuck, you're so hot when you cry—look at those tears. ━ You spank him hard, his body jolting, and he bucks up desperately.

━━ Degrade me more, tell me I'm your good boy.

When you finally peg him, his wings flare, breeding fantasies spilling out; "Fill me up, make me yours." His degradation turns to praise as you choke him lightly — "You're perfect, so fucking tight" — until he's sobbing in ecstasy, your control shattering his ego.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

Lucifer's fetishes blend his fallen angelic charm with deep-seated longing; praise kink, size difference (playing on his shorter stature), wing play, daddy kink, light bondage, and oral fixation.

He's a devoted switch, adoring to worship you with kisses everywhere, his wings sensitive to your touch. He loves being tied up or tying you, praising every inch of your body while he devours you, his smaller frame making the intimacy feel overwhelmingly intimate. Roughness scares him at first, but once assured, he dives in, his demonic form emerging for added intensity.

You're tangled in silk ropes on Lucifer's grand bed, his wings unfurled and quivering as you stroke the feathers, drawing a shudder from him.

━━ You're so beautiful, my perfect little angel. ━ he murmurs, lips trailing down your body, his tongue flicking expertly between your thighs. ━━ Daddy's going to make you feel so good, tell me how much you love it. ━ you gasp, praising him back — "You're amazing, Luci, so big inside me despite everything" — and he blushes, his size kink flaring as he enters you, wings wrapping around to cocoon you.

━━ Cum for me, let me fill you up. ━ he begs, his voice cracking with need, oral fixation kicking in as he licks every drop afterward.

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊

Husk's fetishes draw from his feline nature; scratching, biting, clawing, collars, purring vibrations, licking sensitive spots, and a dominant top energy with rubbing and marking.

He's gruff but sensual, his paws roaming possessively, claws leaving light trails on your back and stomach. He loves collars on you or him, purring deeply during intimacy to send vibrations through your body. Always a top, he's rough yet caring, ensuring your comfort amid the animalistic urges.

You're on all fours in Husk's dimly lit bar, a collar jingling around your neck as his paws grip your hips.

━━ That's it, kitten—arch for me. ━ he growls, his tongue lapping at your neck before biting down, marking you as his. His claws scratch down your back, drawing red lines that make you shiver, purring rumbling from his chest to vibrate against you.

━━ Gonna claw you up good, make you beg. ━ you whimper, pushing back, and he rubs against you teasingly.

━━ Lick every inch of you after—your sensitive parts are mine.

When he finally thrusts in, his purring intensifies, claws digging into your stomach as he dominates, leaving you scratched and sated.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎

Valentino's fetishes are intensely dominant and sadistic; daddy kink, chains, collars, massive punishments, biting, marking, pinning, seeing you blush and whimper, and a constant top role.

He's relentless, using chains to bind you, delivering punishments that border on ecstasy, his multiple arms pinning you helplessly. He thrives on your submission, marking you everywhere with bites, loving the power of making you tremble and beg.

You're chained to Valentino's studio bed, his moth wings fluttering as he towers over you, collar tight around your throat.

━━ Look at you, mi amor, blushing and whimpering already. ━ he coos, voice dripping with mock sweetness. ━━ Daddy's going to punish you hard tonight.

His hands pin you down, bites littering your skin as you cry out.

━━ Say it, tell me you deserve it.

You gasp, "Yes, Daddy, punish me," and he delivers, chains rattling as he thrusts roughly, marking every inch.

━━ You're mine, all marked up and broken. ━ his punishments build until you're a whimpering mess, his dominance unyielding.

𓏵 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐘.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : vox x fem!reader, without a condom, MDNI, pet names, clitoral rubbing, rough sex, nsfw, teasing, swear word, pinch nipple.

ʚ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : i admit i loved making this smut, and i hope u like it! thank u for the request and sorry for the delay.

You step into the sleek, neon-lit penthouse of Vee Tower, the hum of electricity buzzing faintly in the air like a constant reminder of who rules this domain. It's been decades since you both fell into Hell—decades since the 1950s, when you knew him as Vincent, that sharp-dressed TV host with a smile that could sell ice to Eskimos. Now, he's Vox, the overlord with a flat-screen for a head, wires for veins, and an empire built on surveillance and sin. But to you, he's still that same man underneath the digital facade, the one who used to blush when you'd call him pet names in private.

The room is dimly lit by the glow of multiple screens flickering with live feeds from across Pentagram City. Vox is hunched over his desk, fingers tapping rapidly on a holographic keyboard, his screen displaying charts and data streams. He doesn't look up immediately, but you know he's aware of you, his systems probably pinged your presence the moment you entered.

━━ Hey, Vinny. ━ you say casually, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. It's a name from the old days, back when he was human, flesh and blood, and you'd whisper it in his ear during stolen moments in his dressing room after a broadcast.

His head snaps up, the screen glitching for a split second—static fuzzing across his digital face before it stabilizes. His red eyes narrow, but there's a faint blue flush creeping into the pixels around his cheeks.

━━ What did you just call me? ━ he demands, his voice modulator pitching slightly higher than usual, a mix of authority and exasperation.

You saunter closer, enjoying the way his posture stiffens.

━━ Vinny. You know, when you were that charming TV presenter. Remember? You'd get all flustered when I'd say it after you'd nail a pitch.

He stands abruptly, his tall frame towering over you, but there's no real menace in it—just that serious, business-like demeanor cracking at the edges.

━━ That was a lifetime ago. Literally. I'm Vox now. Overlord. CEO of VoxTek. Not some... s-some Vinny. ━ he says the name like it's a glitch in his programming, his screen flickering again with embarrassment. But you catch the way his gaze lingers on you, the subtle spark of electricity arcing from his fingertips.

You circle around his desk, trailing a finger along the edge, closing the distance.

━━ Oh, come on, Vinny. You used to love it. Made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, didn't it? Or was that just the whiskey?

He grabs your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you closer, his screen tilting down to meet your eyes.

━━ Stop that, ━ he growls, but his voice cracks with a hint of laughter, that silly, boyish side peeking through his overlord facade. ━━ You're doing this on purpose. What, trying to short-circuit me in my own tower?

You press against him, feeling the hum of his body, the warmth radiating from his chassis.

━━ Maybe. It's cute when you get embarrassed, baby. Your screen does that adorable glitch thing.

His free hand comes up to rub the back of his neck—a very human gesture for a demon made of tech.

━━ Adorable? I'm not adorable. I'm terrifying. Powerful. I control half the city's eyes!

But even as he protests, you feel him hardening against you, the subtle shift in his stance betraying his arousal. His eyes dart away for a moment, pixels blushing deeper blue.

━━ Damn it, why does that name still get to me?

━━ Because it's you, ━ you murmur, sliding your hands up his chest, fingers tracing the seams of his suit. ━━ The real you, under all this wiring and power plays.

He lets out a static-laced sigh, pulling you fully into his lap as he sinks back into his chair.

━━ Fine. But if you're gonna keep calling me that, you better make it worth my while. ━ his voice drops, serious again, but with that underlying goofiness, like he's trying to negotiate a deal but can't hide his excitement.

You straddle him, grinding down slowly, feeling the hard outline of his cock straining against his pants.

━━ Oh.., I will, Vinny. Promise.

His hands grip your hips, claws digging in just enough to send a thrill through you.

━━ Fuck, say it again, ━ he admits, his screen glitching wildly now, embarrassment mixing with desire. ━━ But don't you dare tell anyone else.

━━ Vinny... ━ you whisper, leaning in to nip at the edge of his screen, where the glass meets his neck. He shudders, a low moan escaping his speakers.

The kiss — if you can call it that — is electric. His mouth, a glowing slit of sharp teeth and digital light, presses against yours with hungry urgency. You taste ozone and metal, his tongue, a flexible cable of sorts, sliding past your lips to explore, wrapping around yours in a way that's both invasive and intoxicating. His hands roam, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other dipping lower to cup your ass, squeezing possessively.

━━ You're gonna be the death of me... again. ━ he mutters against your mouth, his voice modulator buzzing with static. But he doesn't stop, instead guiding your hips to rock against him, the friction building heat between you.

You pull back just enough to tease.

━━ Aw, Vinny, getting all worked up over a little name? How embarrassing for the big bad overlord.

His eyes flash red for a moment, then soften with that silly grin pixelating across his face.

━━ Shut up and take your clothes off before i zap them off you.

You oblige, stripping slowly, making a show of it, peeling off your top to reveal your breasts, then shimmying out of your pants. His gaze is locked on you, screen buffering slightly as if he's overloading his processors.

━━ Goddamn, you're perfect. ━ he breathes, reaching out to trace a claw over your nipple, sending a spark of electricity that makes you gasp.

When you're bare, he stands, lifting you effortlessly onto the desk, screens flickering around you like a private light show. He sheds his suit jacket and shirt, revealing the sleek, wired torso beneath, blue circuits pulsing with his arousal. His pants come next, freeing his cock; long, ridged with subtle tech-like veins that glow faintly, already leaking precum that sparks like static.

━━ Mhmm.. Vinny, please. ━ you beg, spreading your legs for him, your own arousal dripping down your thighs.

He positions himself between them, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing.

━━ Say it like you mean it. ━ he demands, voice serious but edged with playfulness.

━━ Vinny, fuck me. Please, Vinny–

He thrusts in with one smooth motion, filling you completely, the ridges catching on every sensitive spot inside. You cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a rhythm—deep, deliberate strokes that make your toes curl.

━━ That's it, ━ he groans, his screen pressing against your forehead, glitching with every moan. ━━ Call me that while i ruin you.

The desk shakes under you, papers and gadgets scattering as he pounds into you, his hands everywhere, pinching your nipples, sparking electricity that heightens every sensation.

━━ You feel so good. ━ he pants, dialogue spilling out like he's narrating his own show. ━━ Been thinking about this all day, you know? You and your damn pet names driving me crazy.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper.

━━ Baby, harder... oh god, yes, just like that.

He obliges, hips snapping faster, the wet sounds of your bodies mingling with his static hums. One hand slides between you, fingers finding your clit and sending a controlled jolt through it—not enough to hurt, just enough to make stars explode behind your eyes.

━━ Come for me. ━ he commands, serious tone breaking into a goofy chuckle when you clench around him. ━━ Fuck, you're embarrassing me, making me lose control like this.

Your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure pulsing as you scream his name — "Vinny!" — body arching off the desk. He follows soon after, thrusting erratically, filling you with hot, sparking release that tingles inside.

As you both come down, he collapses against you, screen dimming slightly.

━━ Don't... don't stop calling me that, ━ he admits softly, embarrassed but sated. ━━ Just... keep it between us, yeah?

You smile, kissing the edge of his screen.

━━ Deal, Vinny.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : vox x fem!reader, swear word, rough sex, hair pulling, bulge, nsfw, unprotected sex, nicknames, MDNI, relationship between boss and secretary.

The fluorescent hum of the V Tower's control room filled the air, a constant backdrop to the empire Vox had built from screens and signals. You adjusted your skirt as you entered, clipboard in hand, the click of your heels echoing off the polished floors lined with glowing monitors. As his personal secretary, you'd been by his side for what felt like an eternity in Hell, handling schedules, filtering calls from lesser demons, and ensuring every broadcast ran without a glitch. Vox demanded perfection, and you delivered it, no questions asked. It was your role, your purpose; to anticipate his needs, fulfill his whims, and never, ever say no.

Today, the overlord was in one of his moods. You'd seen the signs all morning, static flickering across his screen-face, his antennae twitching with irritation as he paced before a wall of feeds displaying rival broadcasts. Alastor had pulled some stunt again, no doubt, stealing the spotlight with his outdated radio nonsense. Vox slammed a fist on the console, sparks flying from his clawed fingers.

━━ Goddamn it, that smug deer-headed prick thinks he can one-up me? ME?! ━ his voice crackled like interference on an old TV, a mix of fury and that underlying petulance that made him almost.. endearing, in a twisted way.

He spun toward you, his digital eyes narrowing into slits of electric blue.

━━ You! Get over here. I need a status report on the latest ratings. And make it snappy—I'm not in the mood for your usual drivel.

You approached without hesitation, your heart rate steady despite the tension.

━━ Of course, sir. Our prime-time slot is up three points from last week, but Alastor's interference dipped the afternoon numbers by two. I've already queued counter-programming—ads laced with subliminals to poach his listeners.

He leaned back against the console, crossing his arms, his screen tilting slightly as if appraising you. A glitchy smirk flickered across his face.

━━Not bad. You're efficient, I'll give you that. But efficiency isn't cutting it today. I need.. release. Something to take the edge off this bullshit. ━ his voice dropped an octave, the static turning into a low buzz that vibrated through the room. He beckoned you closer with a finger, his gaze locking onto yours. ━━ Come here. Now.

You set the clipboard down, stepping into his personal space without a word. This wasn't the first time he'd demanded more than administrative duties, and you knew better than to resist. Vox's hand, cool metal and warm circuitry, gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. His screen-face hovered inches from yours, displaying a hypnotic swirl of colors that made your head spin just a little.

━━ That's my girl. ━ he murmured, his voice modulator purring with approval. ━━ Always so obedient. You know what I like, don't you? No backtalk, no excuses. Just action. ━ he traced a claw down your arm, leaving a faint trail of static that tingled against your skin. ━━ Strip for me. Slowly. I want to watch every second on my feed.

Your fingers moved to the buttons of your blouse, unfastening them one by one under his intense scrutiny. The fabric parted, revealing the lace beneath—something you'd chosen knowing his tastes, all sharp contrasts and teasing transparency. Vox's antennae perked up, a soft whir emanating from his chassis as he leaned in closer.

━━ Fuck, look at you. ━ he growled, his digital mouth curling into a grin. ━━ All prim and proper in the office, but underneath? You're built for this. Turn around, let me see that ass.

You complied, pivoting slowly, feeling his eyes burn into you like a spotlight. His hands followed, palming your hips before sliding up to unhook your bra with surprising dexterity.

━━ Yeah, just like that. Bend over the console. I want you displayed for me.

The cool surface of the desk pressed against your bare skin as you leaned forward, your skirt hiked up around your thighs. Vox's laughter echoed, a mix of serious command and that goofy delight he got from total control.

━━ Ha! If only Alastor could see this, his little radio waves couldn't handle the static i'm about to generate. ━ he pressed against you from behind, his body a humming tower of technology and demonic heat. You felt the hard outline of his arousal through his pants, insistent and unyielding.

One hand snaked around to cup your breast, pinching the nipple with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

━━ You like that, don't you? Say it. Tell your boss how much you need this. ━ his other hand dipped lower, fingers teasing the edge of your panties before shoving them aside roughly.

━━ Yes, sir. ━ you breathed, your voice steady but laced with the heat building inside you. ━━ I need it. Whatever you want.

━━ Good girl~ ━ his voice crackled with satisfaction as he freed himself, the sound of his zipper a sharp punctuation in the quiet room. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, drawing out the moment. It was thick, ridged with faint circuits that pulsed with energy, promising shocks of pleasure. ━━ I'm gonna fuck you until every glitch in my system is gone. You ready for that? Beg for it.

━━ P-please, Vox.. ━ you whispered, pushing back against him. ━━ Fuck me. Use me however you need.

With a triumphant chuckle, half serious overlord, half gleeful tech nerd, he thrust in deep, filling you completely in one smooth motion.

The sensation was electric, literally—tiny sparks dancing along your inner walls where his ridges met your flesh, sending jolts of ecstasy through your core.

━━ Shit, you're tight, baby. ━ he groaned, his screen flickering with static as he started to move. ━━ Like you were made for this. For me.

His pace built quickly, hips slamming against yours with rhythmic precision, each thrust accompanied by a buzz that vibrated through your body. One hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back so he could watch your face in the reflection of a nearby monitor.

━━ Look at that.. my perfect little secretary, taking it all. Moan for me. Let me hear how good i make you feel.

You obeyed, cries spilling from your lips as he pounded deeper, his free hand sliding between your legs to circle your clit with expert flicks. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

━━ Vox—oh god, yes, right there. You're so... so big, it feels amazing.

━━ Damn right I am, ━ he boasted, his voice glitching with arousal. ━━ Bigger than any signal that fossil Alastor could broadcast. Fuck, you're clenching around me, gonna come already? Do it. Come on my cock, and I'll fill you up like the good slut you are.

The command pushed you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with blinding intensity, muscles spasming around him.

Vox followed moments later, his thrusts erratic as he buried himself deep, releasing with a static-laced roar that made the lights flicker. Warmth flooded you, mingled with faint electric tingles that prolonged the aftershocks.

He pulled out slowly, admiring his work with a satisfied hum, before spinning you around to face him. His screen displayed a winking emoji, that goofy side peeking through.

━━ Not bad for a quick fix. Clean up and get back to work, we've got ratings to crush. But hey, if I need another round later.. you'll be ready, right?

━━ Always, sir. ━ you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips as you straightened your clothes.

In Hell, loyalty like yours came with perks, and Vox made sure you earned every one.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : jax x fem!reader, slaps, dirty talk, MDNI, cumming inside, nsfw, fingering, nicknames, unprotected sex, swearword.

The atmosphere always had that chaotic and vibrant air, full of the crazy ideas that Caine constantly spewed out. Once again he was there, flying in the center of the main stage with his huge, grinning mouth, about to announce yet another grand adventure, one of those that always made you roll your eyes in boredom.

━━ Ladies and gentlemen! ━ Caine began, theatrical as always. ━━ Prepare yourselves for another journey full of mystery, explosions, and endless fun–

━━ Oh, shut up, Caine. ━ Zooble interrupted, her voice dry and irritated. All eyes turned to her, surprised that someone dared to cut him off. Zooble crossed her arms and blurted out without any filter: ━━ You know what I really wanted? It wasn't to be on these idiotic adventures you invent, I wanted to be able to have sex.

Silence fell like a thunderbolt.

Pomni's eyes widened, almost stumbling backward. Ragatha put her hand to her mouth in shock. Gangle let out a nervous little squeal, while Kinger just shook his head, as if the world had lost all meaning.

Caine froze, literally, his smile locked, his whole body glitching slightly, digital sparks escaping from his mouth.

━━ T-that word shouldn't, shouldn't… ━ his voice faltered, repeating, stumbling. Until, with a snap, his system seemed to break from the inside. ━━ All day… no censorship detected! Initiating experimental mode!

Suddenly, the surrounding environment flashed in colorful glitches. You felt the digital world change, the rules that previously censored swear words and any "inappropriate" act simply evaporating. The air seemed denser, heavier, more real.

━━ Oh, shit… ━ Ragatha let out uncensored, putting her hand to her mouth in shock.

━━ Hah! Finally! ━ Zooble threw her head back, laughing loudly.

It was at that moment that you noticed Jax's gaze on you. Different, fixed. As if it had just dawned on him what he could do in that "experimental mode".

His smile opened slowly, lazy, full of mischief.

━━ Well, well, well… ━ his voice cut through the silence. ━━ Looks like someone here fulfilled my greatest dream.

Your heart raced just feeling that gaze undressing you, without any barrier, without any filter. You tried to maintain your composure, but Jax didn't take his eyes off you. He approached, hands in his pockets, his tail wagging slowly.

━━ Come here, little doll. ━ he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear, in that mocking tone, yet full of pent-up desire. ━━ I think we have a much more interesting game to play now.

Before you could answer, he grabbed your hand firmly and pulled you out of there, completely ignoring the rest of the group who were still trying to understand what the hell was going on.

Your body was dragged through the colorful hallways to his room, your heart pounding in your throat, the air feeling like it was boiling just from being near him like that. When the door closed behind you, Jax's smile transformed into something fiercer, hungrier.

━━ Years, ━ he growled softly, pressing you against the wall. His face pressed against yours, his teeth gleaming. ━━ Years without feeling this, without being able to say what I really want, without being able to really fuck.

He took your mouth in a rough, desperate kiss, his tongue invading without asking permission. His hand was already sliding down your waist to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a surprised gasp from you.

━━ Get ready now, little doll. ━ he whispered against your lips, already sliding his other hand inside your clothes. His fingers found your warmth, beginning to slowly caress you, provoking low moans that echoed in the room. ━━ I want to hear you scream my name, unfiltered… until everyone in this damn circus knows who makes you come.

He started gently, just teasing, but soon the movements of his fingers became more intense, more precise, rubbing your sensitive spot while two fingers entered you, strong, thrusting slowly and deeply.

━━ Damn, you're so wet for me… ━ Jax chuckled softly, giving your ass a firm slap, making you let out a louder moan. ━━ That's what I wanted, for you to open up completely to me.

His kisses traveled down your neck, and soon you felt his teeth marking your skin. Strong bites, hickeys that would leave you completely marked.

━━ You'll be all marked up by me, ━ he growled between bites. ━━ Everyone will know you're mine.

He increased the rhythm of his fingers inside you, each thrust stronger, his thumb rubbing your clitoris mercilessly, eliciting increasingly louder moans. Until he suddenly pulled back, leaving you breathless.

Jax looked at you with that fierce smile, already unzipping his pants, his hard cock throbbing, menacing.

━━ Now you're really going to feel it, little doll… ━ he turned you around, pressing your stomach against the wall, and gave your ass another hard slap. ━━ Get ready, because i'm going to fuck– you until you forget your own name.

He kept you pressed against the wall, his body pressed against yours. You barely had time to breathe when you felt the hot head of his cock brush against your already wet entrance. Jax leaned close to your ear, his breathing heavy, his voice low and hoarse.

━━ You're going to beg me to fuck you, aren't you? ━ he whispered, rubbing just the tip in and out, leaving you gasping, desperate for more. ━━ Tell me, darling… tell me how much you need me to fuck you.

A moan escaped her throat, her hips instinctively thrusting back, seeking more contact, which only elicited a low laugh from him.

━━ I knew it. ━ Jax growled, gripping her hips tightly. And without further warning, he thrust in all at once.

You cried out, surprised by the force of the thrust, feeling completely filled. He groaned against your neck, his whole body trembling with pleasure.

━━ F-fuck.. years of waiting for this. ━ Jax gasped, already beginning to thrust hard, fast, each thrust making your body slam against the wall. ━━ You're too tight–, damn it… it feels like you were made just for me.

Each time he buried himself deep, the pressure increased, eliciting loud moans from you. He couldn't contain himself; his hand slid down and gave your ass a sharp, hard slap, making you moan even louder.

━━ Scream, you little bitch–, ━ he laughed, his voice thick with lust. ━━ The whole circus can hear now, nobody's going to censor you, I want everyone to know who's fucking you like this.

He pulled your hair back, forcing your face up as he continued thrusting hard. His teeth returned to your neck, biting and sucking until you felt your skin throb.

━━ Look at you… all marked up. ━ Jax whispered between thrusts, groaning. ━━ You're mine, understand? My cute little doll who likes to be fucked like a little slut.

His hand returned to your clitoris, rubbing in quick circles as he continued to pound deep inside you. Your moans became uncontrollable, the pleasure rising so fast your whole body trembled.

━━ That's it, cum for me. ━ he growled, increasing the speed, thrusting hard, like a rabbit. ━━ I want to feel you cum all over my cock.

And when the orgasm hit you, it was overwhelming. Your body contracted around him, eliciting a hoarse groan from Jax, who didn't stop for a second, continuing to thrust hard even as you were coming.

━━ Damn, you're perfect… ━ he gasped, his movements becoming even more urgent, more hungry. ━━ I'm going to cum inside you, love… I'm going to fill your pussy until there's nothing left.

With one last deep thrust, Jax sank completely, groaning loudly against your neck. You felt the warm wave of his cum filling you, each tremor of his body betraying the overwhelming pleasure he felt after so long being held back from truly coming.

He stayed there, pressed against you, breathing heavily, still biting your neck as your bodies met in pure exhaustion and satisfied desire.

For a moment, there was only silence broken by your panting breaths. Until Jax chuckled softly, with that typical mischievousness.

━━ Shit… ━ he said, licking your neck where he had left a purple mark. ━━ If I knew a day without censorship would be like this, I would have begged a long time ago.

He still held you tightly, with no intention of letting go. His tail twitched slightly, and his smile returned, lazy but still full of desire.

━━ You know what? ━ he lifted your chin, looking deep into your eyes. ━━ The day isn't over yet.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : vox x camgirl!reader, crying, nsfw, rough sex, compliments, dirty talk, whining, overstimulation, MDNI, unprotected sex, ejaculation inside, live sex.

The lights in the makeshift studio in your bedroom flicker in neon hues, reflecting off your sweaty, trembling body.

You're on all fours on the king-size bed, your hands handcuffed to the headboard with chains that jingle with each violent thrust. The main camera, mounted on the tripod right in front, captures everything in high definition; your tearful expression, your parted lips releasing hoarse moans, tears streaming down your makeup, which has long since smudged.

Next to you, the laptop screen shows the live stream on your channel, with over 5,000 live viewers, a record for the night. And there, dominating the screen and your body, is Vox, your boyfriend, his TV head crackling with static of excitement as he fucks you mercilessly.

He grips your hips with firm hands, his sharp claws digging into the soft skin of your buttocks, leaving red marks that will turn into bruises tomorrow.

His thick, throbbing cock, with bulging veins that you feel rubbing against the inner walls of your tight pussy, goes in and out in a brutal rhythm, each thrust throwing you forward against the handcuffs.

━━ Look at the camera, sweetheart. ━ Vox growls, his voice slightly distorted, full of electronic echo that makes the viewers delirious.

He tilts his hips, changing the angle to hit that sensitive spot deep inside, making you gasp and whimper loudly, your legs trembling as if they were about to give way at any moment.

In the chat, messages pour in like a flood: "Fuck her harder, Vox! Look at that tearful face, sooo beautiful, begging!" "Your moans are the best, baby–, keep it up!" a 500 souls donation flashes on the screen, with the message attached; "Vox, destroy that little pussy with your cock, make her cry as she comes."

He laughs, the sound coming out like an audio glitch, and quickens the pace, slamming his balls against your swollen clit with each thrust. You feel the heat building in your belly, the moisture running down your thighs, mixing with the sweat.

━━ They love seeing you like this, broken and wet for me. ━ he murmurs in your ear, leaning over you, his broad chest pressing against your back as one hand rises to squeeze one of your breasts, pinching the hardened nipple until you let out a sharp cry.

You try to hold back, but it's impossible, your moans come out loud, broken, echoing through the room and the live stream.

━━ V-vox.. please... it hurts... but it's sooooo good.. ━ you stammer, tears now flowing freely, blurring the camera's view of your face contorted in pleasure and pain.

He loves it, loves showing you off like his trophy, the hottest streamer in Hell, who started out alone with toys and now has him as a special guest when fans ask for something 'spicier'. And they always ask, especially after the first time he showed up, fucking you until the mattress creaked.

Another wave of donations, 200 souls, "Deeper, make her beg" 300 souls, "Your moans drive me crazyyyyy, keep going, beautiful!"

Vox obeys, of course, always staring intently like an addict. He pulls your hair back, forcing your head up towards the camera, exposing the hickeys on your neck that he left earlier.

His cock slips out for a second, glistening with your fluids, before he thrusts back in hard, stretching you to the limit, making your inner walls clench in spasms.

━━ Tell our fans how much you love being fucked like this on live TV ━ he orders, his voice deep and authoritative, as he begins to pump slower now, but deeper, rubbing against your cervix each time.

━━ Mmph.. i.. i love.. love being destroyed by Vox's cock in front of everyone.. ━ you moan, your voice trembling, and the chat explodes in praise.

"Good girl." "So obedient, damn it."

More donations arrive, one of 1000 souls specifically asking him to turn you over and fuck you from the front, so they can see your breasts bouncing. Vox smiles, or at least his screen flashes a mischievous grin, and turns you over easily, as if you were a doll.

Now on your back on the bed, legs spread and wrapped around his shoulders, he re-enters with a single movement, deep enough for you to feel your stomach clench. The camera captures everything; His cock disappearing inside you, your swollen, red pussy lips stretching around him, fluids spilling onto the sheets.

He's fucking you hard now, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, rhythmic sound, each thrust bringing you closer to orgasm. Your moans turn into screams, echoing through the live stream speakers, and the viewers respond with more praise: "Look at that expression, she's in fucking paradise!" "Vox, keep destroying her like that!"

You feel the climax approaching, your whole body tense, your nails digging into his back as he speeds up, his cock throbbing inside you, ready to come too.

━━ Come to me, baby, show them how you enjoy crying on my cock. ━ he grunts, and that's enough, you explode, the orgasm coursing through you like an electric current, your pussy tightening around him in waves, hot tears streaming down your face as you scream his name.

Vox doesn't stop, prolonging your pleasure until you're trembling and too sensitive, only then does he come, filling you with hot jets that overflow and spill out.

The live stream continues, the chat goes wild with donations and compliments, and he leans in to kiss you possessively.

━━ Good girl, baby. But how about another round–?

Do you accept asks?

Sorry if I sounded rude, English isn't my first language.

Hi from Brazil

THANK YOUUU!!

im so happy to have been so warmly welcomed here, i love writing and everyone here is so kind. I accept requests! Any ideas for one-shots are very welcome!

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : vincent (vox) x reader, sitting on his face, hooked nose, MDNI, sucking pussy, licking, rubbing his nose on her clitoris, nsfw, whining, moaning, rubbing herself on his face.

You position yourself above him, your thighs trembling slightly as you slowly lower yourself, sitting directly on Vincent's face.

The air is thick with tension, the room lit only by the dim light of a table lamp, highlighting the sharp contours of his aquiline nose, that prominent curve you know you'll use to your advantage.

His heterochromatic eyes, one intense green and the other electric blue, blink upward, full of hunger, as he lets out a low, muffled whimper against your skin.

━━ Please... ━ he murmurs, his voice hoarse and broken, his hands rising to grip your thighs firmly, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Vincent, the current TV reporter, now reduced to this, lies on his back on the unmade bed, his impeccable suit crumpled on the floor, his dark, slicked-back hair disheveled. You feel the heat of his breath against your pussy, hot and uneven, even before he begins.

You settle in completely, pressing your pussy against his open mouth, and he doesn't hesitate. His lips close around you, sucking with an avid, desperate suction, as if he's been starving for this for years.

His tongue emerges immediately, licking slowly at first, tracing the contours of your swollen lips, gathering every drop of moisture that trickles down.

━━ Mmph. ━ he groans against you, the sound vibrating through your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

His whimpers are pathetic, yet exciting, short and sharp, as if each lick is torturing him as much as it's giving you pleasure.

You begin to move, rubbing against his face with slow, deliberate movements, feeling the roughness of his stubble brushing against your inner thighs. His hooked nose is perfect for this; you tilt your hips, positioning him exactly where you want it, rubbing your clit against the prominent curve.

It's like a custom-made, hard, angular bulge, pressing and stimulating the sensitive spot with every movement of his body.

━━ Ah, y-yes... ━ you sigh, your hands going to his hair, pulling it higher, forcing him to bury himself deeper.

Vincent responds with more intensity, his tongue now licking furiously, circling your clitoris before plunging inside you, sucking and swallowing as if he wants to devour every inch.

Your moans grow louder, muffled by your flesh, but you feel them, deep vibrations that echo in waves of pleasure.

━━ My God, you taste so good. ━ he manages to stammer between licks, his eyes rolling slightly as you rub harder, using his nose as a personal toy.

The friction is delicious, his nose brushing and pressing against your swollen clitoris, making sparks of ecstasy explode in your belly.

He whimpers again, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, as if begging for more air, but you don't stop. Instead, you quicken the pace, rotating your hips, rubbing your wet pussy all over his face, from his mouth to his nose, leaving a glistening trail of your arousal on his skin.

Vincent groans loudly now, the sound guttural and desperate, his tongue never ceasing to lick, suck, explore every fold. You feel the climax approaching, the pleasure building like a wave, and you ride him with more urgency, his nose brushing perfectly against your clit with each movement.

━━ Darling, don't s-stop.. ━ you command, your voice breathless, and he obeys, licking and sucking with renewed vigor, his whimpers mingling with his own moans.

The room echoes with the wet sounds of his mouth against yours, his muffled moans, and the creaking of the bed under your weight.

Finally, pleasure explodes, you writhing around his tongue, rubbing against his face one last time as you climax, flooding him with your essence.

Vincent gasps beneath you, his eyes glazed with satisfaction and exhaustion, but a crooked smile forms on his swollen lips.

━━ More. ━ he says softly, ready to begin again.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : jax x reader, biting, dirty talk, nsfw, cumming inside, two rounds in a row, MDNI, he's a rabbit so he fucks a lot, sex without a condom, jax being a jerk at the end.

You're trapped against the cold wall of the maze, your racing heart echoing like a glitch in your system. The air around you still smells of gunpowder and chaos, remnants of the insane adventure Caine concocted. You've all split into pairs to hunt each other, armed to the teeth in a ridiculous battle. You're paired with Ragatha, the doll who always tries to maintain her sanity. But Jax sabotaged everything. He hit her from behind, laughing like a maniac as she lost her three lives in a row, exploding into harmless pixels. Now, you're alone, unarmed, and he's right in front of you, with that crooked smile and yellow eyes gleaming with malice.

━━ Look here, sweetie. ━ Jax murmurs, his voice low and sarcastic, tilting his head as if assessing you.

━━ Ragatha lost faster than I expected. What a shame, huh? But hey, Pomni's doing just fine out there without me, that gives me time to... play a little.

Before you can react, he lunges forward. His large, furry hands, with those yellow gloves that always seem ready for chaos, grip your waist, pulling you against him with surprising force.

Your body collides with his, feeling the heat pulsing through the soft purple fur, and he wastes no time; his mouth descends to your neck, sharp teeth grazing the virtual skin before biting firmly, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to send a shock of pleasure mixed with pain that makes you gasp.

━━ Shh, don't scream yet, ━ he teases, licking the bite spot with his hot, rough tongue. ━━ Or you'll attract the others. Although... that could be fun.

You try to push him away, but it's useless; Jax is stronger than he looks, and his dominant personality takes over. He chuckles softly, a guttural and provocative sound, as he slides a hand down, unzipping your clothes and exposing your skin to the fresh circus air.

His fingers explore unceremoniously, tracing curves and plunging between your legs, finding you already wet with adrenaline.

━━ Look at you. ━ he teases, his voice hoarse with excitement. ━━ All wet, I knew you wanted this ever since you saw me with that gun in my hand.

He doesn't wait for a response; with a fluid movement, Jax turns you around, your back against the wall, pressing his entire body against yours, his rigid, throbbing bulge rubbing against your buttocks. You feel him releasing, his thick, hot erection throbbing urgently, brushing against your entrance before thrusting inside with a satisfied grunt.

It's tight, invasive, filling you completely in one thrust, and you can't contain the moan that escapes. Jax bites your neck again, harder this time, as he begins to move, quick, deep thrusts, as if he can't hold back.

━━ Fuuuck, you're fucking tight. ━ he whimpers softly in your ear, his voice faltering in a vulnerable tone that contrasts with his usual arrogance, a genuine whimper, as if pleasure is breaking him. His hands grip your hips, nails digging in lightly, guiding the frenetic rhythm.

He fucks you against the wall, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the empty labyrinth, mixed with your moans and his whimpers.

━━ A-ah, shit... like that... harder... ━ he bites your neck repeatedly, leaving red marks that flash like glitches, and you feel the climax approaching too quickly, your body betraying you in waves of pleasure.

Jax comes first, a loud, desperate whimper as he fills you with hot, sticky jets, but he doesn't stop. Rabbits don't stop, after all. He keeps thrusting, still hard, prolonging your orgasm until you tremble and collapse against him, your legs weak.

Without giving you time to breathe, Jax turns you around, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist.

━━ Round two, kitten. ━ he says with a wicked grin, his eyes half-closed with lust. ━━ Think you can handle it? Because I'm just getting started.

He enters again, slower this time, but still deep, brushing all the right spots while biting your neck on the other side, licking and sucking as if he wants to devour you whole. Your whimpers return, more frequent.

━━ Damn-, you drive me crazy... moan for me, go on...

He speeds up, hands exploring your breasts, squeezing and pinching, his whole body trembling with animal urgency. The second round is more intense, prolonged, with him pushing you to the limit again, coming inside you once more in a shared climax, whimpering your new name as he collapses against you, breathless.

Finally, he pulls away, adjusting his clothes with a tired laugh.

━━ Good game, huh? Now, I'll see if Pomni left anyone alive for me. ━ he winks, but before leaving, he picks up the gun again and points it at you, firing. ━━ All for the game, sweetheart.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : alastor x wife!reader, rough sex, doggystyle, MDNI, whining, hair pulling, butt scratching, unprotected sex, cumming in the butt.

You hear the front door creak open with a familiar sound, echoing through the silent house you share in hell.

It's the end of an exhausting day for Alastor at the Hotel, dealing with Charlie and his optimistic ideas, and the constant chaos he so loves to instigate. As his wife, you know he arrives tired, but always with that sadistic energy bubbling beneath the surface.

Today, however, you've decided to play a game. Hide-and-seek. A perverse tradition between you; if he finds you, the prize is you. Your heart races just thinking about it, a mixture of throbbing excitement and nervous tension, because Alastor never loses. He hunts like the demon he is.

The house is dark, only the reddish glow of the infernal lights filtering through the windows. You've hidden in the upstairs guest room, huddled behind a heavy curtain, your body trembling with anticipation. Your simple dress brushes against your skin, and you bite your lip to keep quiet. Down below, you hear his footsteps, slow, deliberate, as if he already knew the game.

━━ Ah, my dear. ━ his voice echoes down the hallway, distorted with that old radio filter, full of crackles and a mocking tone that makes your stomach churn. ━━ Where have you been? I came home longing for your warm embrace, and what do I find? An empty house. Tsk, tsk. Does my lovely wife want to play again? You know I always win, don't you?

Your pulse quickens. He's climbing the stairs now, the hooves of his boots clicking on the wooden floor. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the heat growing between your legs just from the sound of his voice. He's so good at it, teasing, talkative, turning the hunt into a torturous prelude.

━━ Come on, come on, come out of hiding. ━ he hums, opening doors along the hallway. ━━ Remember last time? How you screamed when I caught you? Oh, that was delicious. I'm hungry today, love. Hungry for you.

A low, crackling laugh echoes, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. He's close, so close. You hear the guest room door slowly opening, and your hiding place is revealed in seconds.

Alastor emerges like a shadow, his perpetual smile widening as he sees you huddled there. His red eyes gleam with malice.

━━ I found you, my precious prey. ━ he purrs, extending his hand with sharp claws to pull you out. You let out a low moan, your body already surrendering to his touch.

He drags you to the center of the room, his possessive hands on your waist.

━━ You're always so tense, but look at you... wet just from hearing me searching. ━ he laughs, leaning in to lightly bite your ear, his warm breath against your skin. You whimper, your hands trembling as you grip his red jacket.

━━ Alastor... please... ━ you murmur, your voice weak, pleading, just the way he loves it.

━━ Oh, but you asked for this, didn't you? Playing hide-and-seek like a naughty little bunny. ━ he flips you over with a brusque movement, pushing you against the bed. His hands move down to tear your dress, exposing your bare skin. You arch your back instinctively, your heart pounding. ━━ On your knees, love. Let's make this... memorable.

You obey, positioning yourself on all fours on the bed, your buttocks raised for him. Alastor grunts in approval, unbuttoning his pants with deliberate slowness.

━━ Look at this, so exposed, ready for me. ━ his claws lightly scratch your bottom, tracing red lines that sting deliciously, making you whimper louder. ━━ Does it hurt? Good. I want you to feel every mark I leave on you.

He positions himself behind you, his rigid member brushing against your wet entrance. Without warning, he thrusts in forcefully, a brutal thrust that makes you scream.

━━ Mmph! Alastor... slowly, please! ━ you beg, tears welling in your eyes, but your body betraying you as you push back against him.

━━ Slowly? Where's the fun in that, my dear? ━ he replies, his voice hoarse and talkative, as if he were narrating a radio show. A hand grips your hair, pulling it back forcefully, arching your neck as he thrusts deeper, the rhythm relentless.

━━ You love it like this, don't you? Brutal, savage... like those animals from hell. ━ each word is punctuated by a deep thrust, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

You whimper uncontrollably, your nails digging into the sheets.

━━ Yes... oh– god, Alastor, harder... fuck me harder! ━ you moan, the words escaping between sobs of pleasure and pain. He laughs, his claws scratching your ass again, leaving furrows that bleed slightly, the burning sensation only intensifying the ecstasy.

━━ What a foul mouth for such a sweet woman. ━ he taunts, quickening the pace, his body colliding with yours with possessive violence.

━━ You're only mine. ━ the tug on your hair intensifies, forcing you to arch further, exposing every inch to him.

The climax approaches quickly, your body trembling.

━━ Alastor, i'm going to... ah! ━ you scream, coming all over him, your inner walls contracting in spasms.

He grunts, pulling out of you at the last second.

━━ I won't come inside you today, darling. I want to see you covered in my semen.

With one last tug on your hair, he ejaculates in hot jets over your buttocks, the semen running down your scratched and red curves. You collapse onto the bed, panting, whimpering softly as he leans in to kiss the nape of your neck.

━━ Good girl. Next time, hide better... or not. I love hunting you.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : a little bit NSFW, contains Adam, Alastor, Lucifer, and Vox (i might do the same with the others eventually). I tried my best with the messages, but i realized I'm not that good at chatting.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : tying wrists, using a blindfold, rough sex, dirty talk, nsfw, swearing, cumming inside, biting, MDNI, no condom use, boss-secretary relationship.

You're leaning over his office desk, your hands flat on the cold glass surface, your heart racing as he presses his body against yours from behind.

His day has been hell, literally. Meetings with the Vees gone wrong, transmission signal glitches that infuriated him, and now, you, his loyal secretary, are the relief he needs. No preludes, no niceties; he's already pulled your skirt up, tearing your panties with an impatient tug, and now his hard cock, throbbing with static electricity, pushes against your wet entrance.

━━ Oh, fuck–, what a shitty day. ━ Vox growls in your ear, his voice distorted like a bad TV signal, full of electrical crackles.

He doesn't wait, thrusting hard inside you, deep, making you gasp and whimper loudly.

━━ But you always know how to make me forget all this crap, don't you? My perfect little slut and secretary, tight as fuck.

His nails dig into the table as he begins to move, mercilessly, each thrust a shock that makes his body tremble. He's talkative, always has been, especially during sex, when the words flow like a steady stream, mixed with grunts and low laughs.

━━ Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat. I bet you've been waiting all day for this, huh..? For my cock to fuck you until you can't take it anymore. ━ he bites your shoulder hard, his sharp teeth leaving red marks on your skin, and you whimper again, a high-pitched, desperate sound that makes him laugh. ━━ That's it, sweetie. Whimper for me, I love it when you make those pathetic little noises.

Suddenly, electrical wires emerge from your back, thick, black, flexible TV cables with ends that flash blue. They wrap around your wrists like living snakes, pulling your arms back and binding them tightly against your back.

You struggle a little, but it's useless; The cables hum with energy, sending tiny shocks that make your skin tingle and your pussy clench around him.

━━ Stay still, ━ he orders, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he continues to thrust forcefully, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the dark office. ━━ I'm going to fuck you until you beg, but you know what? I'm not going to stop. You're mine, sweetie.

He leans over yours, his broad chest pressing against your back, and with one free hand, he grabs something from the desk, a black tie, improvised as a blindfold. He ties it around your eyes, plunging you into total darkness. Without sight, every sensation intensifies: the scent of his electric ozone, the heat of his cock stretching you, the bites he gives your neck, alternating with possessive licks.

━━ You don't see anything now, mhm? Just feel how I fill you, how you squeeze me... holy shit, you were made for this. ━ he quickens the pace, one hand on your waist to hold you in place while the other slides down to squeeze your clitoris, rubbing in cruel circles that make you whimper louder, tears soaking the blindfold.

━━ Damn–, you're so wet... dripping on my cock. Tell me, y/n. Who owns this little pussy? ━ he bites your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, and you stammer a reply, but he doesn't stop. ━━ LOUDER! Who fucks you like this? Who makes you come?

Your whimpers turn into loud moans as orgasm approaches, your body convulsing in the ropes that bind you. He laughs, his voice echoing like a distorted commercial.

━━ Very good... cum on your boss's cock, you bitch.

When you explode, screaming his name, he doesn't slow down; he keeps thrusting through your climax, prolonging the pleasure until it hurts, until you beg for air. Finally, with a guttural grunt, he ejaculates inside you, filling you with hot jets, his body trembling against yours.

The ropes slowly unravel, leaving reddish marks on your skin, and he turns you around, removing the blindfold with a sadistic grin on his flat-screen face.

Minutes later, you're sitting on his lap on the office couch, still panting, your body aching and marked. Vox lights a cigarette, an old habit, and takes a deep drag, the filter flashing with a blue spark.

He exhales the smoke slowly, blowing it directly into your face, the acrid smell mixing with the sweat and sex in the air.

━━ Made my day, sweetie. ━ he murmurs, his fingers lazily tracing bites on your shoulder. ━━ But tomorrow, who knows? Maybe I'll need more.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : robert x reader, deep throat, crying, nsfw, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, just helping your serious boyfriend.

Today was another one of those exhausting days, but you quickly perk up when you hear the front door open. It's Robert, your boyfriend, returning from another hellish day at the SDN, where he spends hours coordinating heroes like a glorified call center operator.

Since his Mecha Man suit was destroyed, Robert has struggled to adjust to "normal" life. He's heir to a lineage of heroes, but lately he seems more like an overwhelmed ordinary man; tired eyes, tense shoulders, and that air of someone carrying the weight of the world, or at least the weight of emergency calls.

You know him well enough to know he needs time to decompress.

━━ Hey, Robbie. ━ you say, approaching him on the couch where he's sprawled, letting out a deep sigh.

He smiles weakly, but his eyes betray the accumulated stress. You sit beside him, massaging his stiff shoulders, feeling the muscles relax under your fingers.

━━ Was it bad today? ━ you ask, and he mumbles something about a hero who almost destroyed an entire city by accident.

You chat a bit, laugh at silly things from his job, and you help him relax with a cup of tea and light caresses. Gradually, the tension fades, and you realize it's the perfect moment to pamper him a little more... in a way only you know how.

You slowly kneel between his legs, which are spread open on the sofa, and look up with a mischievous smile.

━━ Let me help you forget all that, okay? ━ you whisper, unbuttoning his pants with nimble fingers.

Robert raises an eyebrow, surprised, but doesn't resist; he knows how much you love this, and deep down, he needs it. You pull down his underwear, revealing his already semi-erect member, throbbing slightly with anticipation.

Your lips draw closer, and you begin slowly, licking the base with your warm, wet tongue, tracing prominent veins as you hear the first low moan escape his throat.

━━ Oh my god, love.. ━ he murmurs, burying his hand in your hair.

You envelop him with your mouth, sucking on the swollen glans, tasting the salty, familiar flavor on your tongue. Your movements are slow at first, moving up and down, letting saliva trickle down the sides to lubricate. But you want more, you want him to lose himself completely. You take him deeper, relaxing your throat to accommodate him, feeling the head hit the back of your mouth.

An involuntary gag escapes as you push harder, your eyes watering as you swallow him whole, your throat contracting around him.

━━ Fuck– this is so good. ━ he moans loudly, his hips moving involuntarily, pushing deeper.

Tears stream down your face, mingled with the pleasure of hearing him lose control, hoarse, gasping moans echoing in the room.

You speed up, sucking hard, your mouth stretched to its limit around his thickness. Your gasps become rhythmic, each time you take him to the base, your nose brushing against his pubic hair, your deep throat massaging him like a tight, warm squeeze. He moans louder now.

━━ F-fuck... yes, just like that, baby. Don't stop.

His hands grip your hair, guiding you urgently. You feel him swell in your mouth, pre-cum dripping down your tongue, and you continue, ignoring the tears spraying down your cheeks, the wet sounds of sucking and gasping filling the air.

He gets too excited, his hips rising, fucking your mouth with short, intense movements, until, with a guttural groan, he explodes, hot, thick jets filling your throat, forcing you to swallow everything while you gag and cry out from the effort and excitement.

You pull away slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes still moist but satisfied. Robert pulls you up, kissing your forehead.

━━ Thank you, darling. I needed that more than I imagined. ━ he says, his voice hoarse and grateful, hugging you tightly as you snuggle on the sofa.

The next day, Robert arrives at SDN with an unusual cheerfulness. He whistles softly while organizing the calls, a subtle smile on his lips, something rare for him, who is usually serious and focused.

The heroes of the team notice, one of them, Chase, nudges him during the break.

━━ Hey, Robert, what happened? You're in a good mood today, like... smiling? That's new.

Robert pauses for a second, his face flushing slightly as he remembers the previous night, his warm mouth, the moans, the sweet relief. He shrugs, with a slight, evasive smile.

━━ Nothing much, just a good night's sleep.