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♡ The Warden x Fem!Reader x Leland Coyle

 ☆ A/N, i used to PRAY for times like this, ANOTHER CHUBBY MAN? FOOORRR MEE??

☆ Header made by me, credits to Red Barrels & Supersonico.

☆ 3.7k words.

☆ WARNINGS// CNC, heavy angst, p in v, both reader & warden get their shit rocked by coyle, cucking, threesome, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, deep throating, VOMIT WARNING, small plot straight porn, daddy kink, pet play, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting, praise kink, manipulation, stereotyping, coyle warning, cum eating, this fic is nasty chat prepare yourself, extreme degradation, aftercare, abuse, guys coyle stomps on the warden’s dick, BDSM.

☆ MINORS DNI.

☆ NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x Fem! Afab! Reader smut oneshot Summary: Stress relief is very important to keep revolts down and since Murkoff needs to keep the Prime Assets down, they get their favorite reagent to help. Content warnings: vaginal penetration (reader receiving) anal penetration (reader receiving), double penetration, orgy(?), canon typical violence, canon typical religious talk, canon typical masochism (almost all characters), canon typical sadism (almost all characters), scissoring/tribbing, sub reader, dom Coyle, dom Mother Gooseberry, switch Franco, dom Otto & Arora, dom Liliya, Dr. Futterman is included in the smut but can't participate (against his will), fingering (reader receiving), abusive behavior, obsessive behavior, basic yandere behavior, dub-con (reader is lowkey forced by Murkoff to be used as stress relief, consent isn't stated), being Easterman's How High is used as consent, overstimulation, hint of Yandere Easterman at the end, being Easterman's How High might have advantages, slight emotional manipulation from Easterman, reader wears the clothing of the sadist mannequins, slightly confusing positions, unsafe vaginal fingering. Word count: 6.6k A/N: This lowkey an apology fic for being gone for a hot minute and not writing much for Outlast. I've been meaning to make something smutty including Liliya too. Please read all warnings!!! I have no real rules about reading this sort of content, just know that if you read it fully/like it/reblog it, that it's on you. AI was not used for the writing, please do not use any of this for AI. Welcome board Ultimate Outlast masterlist ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

“It’s time to clean your orifice!” Futterman exclaimed with a cackle as Gooseberry pulled you up against her. You instinctively tensed from the closeness of the woman, the feeling of her soft breast against your arm making your cheeks grow warm and your body tremble at the same time. You had never been this close to her without experiencing some type of abuse at her hand. 

You don’t have any clue on how you ended up here, surrounded by the dogs that Murkoff loved so dearly... but you can’t act like you would never end up in this position. Barely covered, held against their savage bodies, smothered with something that could barely be considered love. You just... woke up and they were there with you! 

Dr. Futterman brushed his feathery body against your face; his wooden beak nibbled on your ear before pulling back. A laugh left his teethy grin. “Let me at her, Phyllis!” He yelled, his drill flying out of his mouth, causing you to turn your head away to prevent the needle-sharp tip from cutting your face. 

“Oh, no, Doctor Daddy,” Mother Gooseberry mused as her hand moved from your arm to your hip, her pointer finger slipping under the band of your panties. Her small smile turned into a grin. “It wouldn’t be kind at all. She’s been so good, we can’t give her a punishment now!” 

She leaned in closer, her soft lips and the rough skin mask left prints of red on your cheek and lips, smudging them to cover your flesh. It felt like a rabid animal leaving its mark on something to let everyone else know that it had been there first. Franco groaned at the affection like he was giving it to you. “You know... it feels better when there’s three,” he hummed, fixing his coat to seem more appealing to the both of you. 

Futterman shook his feathery head. “Don’t need you takings our job, wannabe! Orifice’s is my job!” He exclaimed, turning him and Gooseberry back to you, leaving Franco to wallow in his failed attempt at a threesome. Obviously, someone was still angry with someone who also collected teeth. 

Mother Gooseberry gently pulled the band of your underwear down your thigh, finally letting your pussy be visible to them. For a second, she sat in awe at your nudity, even if it was only half of you. She began to giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush, and she slowly but surely, started to touch the skin of your sensitive sex. Your eyes stayed glued to her gloved hand, a soft breath leaving your lips as she suddenly caressed your clit. 

You pressed your lips together out of embarrassment, pulling your hand away from Gooseberry’s sleeve to cover your mouth. Several of the Prime Assets groaned in disappointment. “Don’t cover your sounds, dearest,” Otto hummed, leaning closer to your face, getting a sight of your worried face. Arora tried leaning just as close, brushing the back of her hand against your cheek. “We can’t know if we’re treating you to the best of our abilities if we can’t hear you.” 

You looked between them and slowly removed your hand from your mouth. Mother Gooseberry smiled and continued with her pressure on your sex. The cold leather gloves felt so deeply uncomfortable. The scratches in the seamline and finger pads reminded you of just what kind of person was touching you.  

Mother Gooseberry’s gloved fingers worked carefully in and out of you, the feel of the leather making you tense and clench around her. Your lips pressed together uncomfortably, the seamline of the leather and the tough corners of the glove's fingers was felt deep inside you, squeezed tightly by your cunt. 

She started slow, letting you breathe as she pulled her fingers back, the sheen of slick on her fingers. She giggled at the sight and almost blushed so hard it could be seen through the skin mask. “Oh, you must love Mother, yes?” Gooseberry mused, drawing her fingers back into you, a gasp leaving your lips. 

Your mind barely registered any of the words that came from Dr. Futterman, solely focusing on the feeling of her fingers pressing against the most sensitive spots inside you. Your mind whirled as you tried holding onto any sense of reality to keep from giving into them. Any attempt at staying quiet slowly but surely left you. 

Mother Gooseberry seemed to try her best to stay calm and kind to you, her sky-blue eyes stayed steady on her fingers that were being moved into your cunt. Her gloves started to glisten with your wetness, a sign to her that you were accepting her love. Dr. Futterman tilted his head down between your legs as she continued her ‘love’. “Sluts,” he said simply before pulling away from you. 

“Oh, Doctor Daddy, don’t say that about her,” she said, shaking her head at the puppet. In that moment, your treatment was meant to contradict her own statement. Your brows quickly knit together as a barely audible sound of pleasure pulled from your throat as she finally touched a small bundle of nerves inside of you. 

Her eyes grew wide, and her fingers moved faster, forcing more and more from your lungs. “Wait- oh fuck! Wait please-,” you gasped and brought your hand down to her wrist. She simply giggled and continued torturing you. 

“Why would I do that? You sound so beautiful,” Mother Gooseberry cooed as she continued her torture. Sparks of pleasure drew up your body as your back arched. 

Each time Mother Gooseberry forced her fingers against that sweet spot deep inside you, the last of your dignity slowly yet surely left you. “O-h god!- Oh god, please!” You begged, not sure what though. To stop? To continue? For Gooseberry? For the pleasure itself? It just kept leaving your lips, like the only way you could voice that something was happening to you was by saying nonsense. 

Your foot lifted from the floor as your thighs squeezed together. Even though you pleaded so heavily, you couldn’t bring yourself to handle all of the treatment she gave you. Another hand was brought to your leg and lower back, forcing you to loosen your thigh muscles and bend to keep from moving too much. “Show some respect to your rehabilitators, you hear?” Coyle sneered as he held you down for Mother Gooseberry. 

In some uncomfortable way, you clenched around her fingers. Your sobs only got louder as Coyle watched you struggle to keep your thighs apart. A low rumbling chuckle came deep from within his chest. “Struggling to take the care you deserve is not going to make you better,” he said as he took the burning cigarette from his lips and brought it down to your hip. 

A sharp gasp was ripped from your lungs as you were forced into your first orgasm of the night. The loud squelching had hit its peak as waves of euphoria flowed over your cunt. Your mouth was forced open as moans slipped out, groans of pain slipping between each gasp. It was almost unbelievable that one of these psychos was still able to bring a girl to an orgasm. A nasally cry of triumph came from Dr. Futterman. “Finally! I thoughts the cavity-filled slut would make us work forever!” He cackled between each word, his puppet head turning to watch as you crumbled into Mother Gooseberry’s lap and breast. 

“Now Dr. Futterman, she’s got a perfectly good mouth,” Mother Gooseberry assured the bloody faced puppet, gently petting your head, her wetted fingers pointed up to make sure you stayed put together. How ironic. 

“Yeah, a perfectly good mouth,” Coyle groaned, pulling your head from Gooseberry’s breast by the back of your neck. With a smile, he drew his thumb over your parted lips, feeling the warmth of the breaths that had filled your lungs the moment you felt that damning pleasure. “All for me now.” 

“No fuckin’ way you get to have her next, you fuckin’ pig!” Franco butted in, managing to get a hold of your arm to try pulling you from him.  

The rise in noise pulled the prime assets' attention away from you and onto themselves, letting you get a breath of fresh air. Your body felt warm, with the trail of obsessive hands leaving their imaginary print on you, your orgasm, and the throbbing deep inside you. You licked your lips and swallowed thickly, finally getting to experience how dry your mouth had grown from the pleasure. 

They yelled insults and even turned towards pointing any weapons at each other, trying to one up each other on their dominance in the room. The whir of a drill, the scream of a saw, the pops of electricity from a cattle prod. The overwhelming cacophony of complaints filled the air as a blade drew down your arm; a hiss crawled to your ears and pulled your attention to the figure that kneeled beside you. 

Liliya’s head titled and turned erratically, her eyes flitting over your abused form must not have been enough; she had to make it known she was voyeuristically watching you. A sigh of pleasure left her lace lips. Bringing her hand down, she trailed her hand from the heart shape of your face, her thumb tracing your cheekbone, down your jaw, and to your throat. Her breath grew shaky as she felt the pulse under her thumb. 

“Let me serve you,” Liliya cooed. The rasp in her voice is almost intentional, trying to ease you into loving her. Like you had a choice in giving yourself to her anyway, but at least she attempted to appeal to you. The gleaming blades on each of her fingers drew closer to your face, tracing down your cheek, bringing drops of red to the surface. 

With a sudden push, she forced you down onto the floor and crawled above you. A pleasurable sigh left her lips at the sight of you under her. The memories of being under her in the trial space caused you to bring your hand up to her chest, prepared to push her away. Liliya growled. “Be still,” she stated between gritted teeth. She brought the enlarged blade above her head and brought it down on her arm, spurts of blood sparking from the opening. A whimper of pain was brought to your lips just before being swallowed down, a fear that your cries would lead to worse sadism from the animals that surrounded you. Tears started to well in the corner of your eyes, blurring Liliya’s shadowy figure above you. 

Bringing her lace covered lips down to your face, she tried kissing you in some lazy form. The thin yet rough lace rubbed against your soft lips, feeling like it would cut off the delicate skin, but no harm had been done. The press of her tongue against the mask could be felt between your lips. The curved blades trailed down your sternum, finding its way to the zipper of the corset, hooking onto the small loop in the metal, and pulling down. The tight ribbed fabric finally fell to the cold floor beneath you, letting the soft flesh of your breasts free, the cold air sweeping over your nipples. Groans from the other prime assets filled the air before Franco’s hands went down to your bare breast to knead the flesh. 

Liliya finally pulls away, soft stains of red lipstick that had smudged from Mother Gooseberry were on her mask. Turning her attention to her bodysuit, she carefully pulled the soft fabric from her sex to the side, revealing the wetness that started to pool within her cunt. Was that all from the kissing itself or simply the sight of you? You didn’t want to ask now that you knew what she would do. 

“Love will make us one,” Liliya rasped as she lifted your leg to lay over her shoulder and brought her sex down onto yours. The warmth that gently touched your cunt pulled a gasp from your roughened lips and brought your brows together. A breath of satisfaction left Liliya’s in turn, making her start her grind against you. The soft flesh that made up her cunt drove you insane. 

Her hips started slow, a careful movement, like she was wadding you into low tides. Liliya turned her head up, taking in a breath, as though the simple touch of her sex on yours was orgasmic. In the moment that lacked movement, you were able to intake the fluttering of your cunt. The sensitivity that Mother Gooseberry had caused brought a bubbling feeling that would bloom every couple of seconds. You closed your eyes, trying to let yourself accept the pleasure without making a weird face from who was giving it to you. 

The millisecond you managed to compose yourself, she started to move, forcing your eyes open. Liliya moaned as she ground against you. Her mask kept shifting every couple of seconds. The euphoria from touching you must have been too intense for her. 

“Don’t you like the touch of your Messiah?” Liliya groaned, the rasp in her voice more prominent now. It was the only sign –outside of her everchanging expression under her mask- that the treatment she was giving you was affecting her too. The thrust of her hips against yours drawing a long whine from your lips, a desperate plea to the Murkoff doctors to get you out of there to at least give you a break. Each drag of Liliya’s pussy over yours reminded you of the throbbing soreness and pleasure your body refused to let go of. 

Your moans of ecstasy released tremors with each roll; your teeth clenched as you tried pushing at her stomach, only managing to scrape her body suit with your nails. She growled and scoffed. “I have seen the way you sin,” she grunted, bringing her blade down to your chest, drawing the sharpened side against your skin. Your eyebrows –somehow- drew closer together as Liliya slowly started to draw blood. Light beads of red started to bloom and slowly followed the gold glints of the cutting edge. Pin-like pains prodded and trickled down your chest. “Don’t push me away, beloved. Accept it. Accept God. Accept me. But if you will, deny me with vigor!” 

In some even more sadistic way, Liliya ground her cunt against yours harder, pulling an unwilling cry of pleasure from your kiss swollen lips. Your glazed over eyes lolled back and forth as your resistance began to waver. 

The same coil started to wind tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. A degrading feeling you knew wouldn’t come with an end to your torture. If anything, it would only continue it. “Liliya- please!” You managed to mumble between your almost endless whimpering; a lazy hand lifted to push against her wrist, your nails digging into the lace and skin. Your jaw grew slack as the grinding of your cunts grew overwhelming, now making a prominent slick sound. Your hips trembled and jerked against Liliya’s folds; a mewl of approval left her lips. Each shift of her sex against yours, each slick sound of pleasure made you dig your nails deeper. A moan of ecstasy left her lungs. 

“Harder, beloved, please!” Liliya moaned, pushing your thigh down farther, which felt like an almost impossible task that managed to force more and more from you. Your sanity seemed to weaken with every movement against her cunt, leaving you a puddle under her, only able to voice a cacophony of moans. “Deny me intensely!” 

Just as you were to plead for mercy once more, you were forced into another orgasm. The painful euphoria rushing through your body felt like a blade being dragged over your skin. Curling your toes, your thighs tensed and shook, trying to free your sex from the unending pleasure. As if Liliya was following your lead, she crumbled into her own orgasm, curling over you and pressing her blade harder into your skin. The red that bloomed made little in the waves of pleasure that flowed from your cunt. Your chest rose and fell in violent rises and dips. 

As your eyes glazed over and your hips trembled under Liliya’s, you were pulled out from under her, brought to the light to let them get a good look at you. Several pairs of lips tried capturing yours; the feel of buckteeth, taste of cigarettes, and even duck feathers brushed your face. Liliya’s groan of disapproval was loud enough to hear over the smothering of kisses and the loud drill head. 

The trail of love bites and affection moved down to your neck and chest, leather covered fingers plucking and pulling at your hardened nipples. Your head turned up to the lights, trying to find anything that could properly bring you back to reality. The press of skin and rub of old red lipstick drew down your stomach, stopping just above your pelvis. 

The overwhelming feeling of fingers prodding at your skin and sex made itself known, the coos of praise followed as they got sight of your glistening cunt. Most of the praise came from Mother Gooseberry, praising the trembling that came when she caressed you. More mumbling came from between the prime assets, mutters and small arguments on who deserves to touch you next and why they don’t want someone else there when it happened. 

Trying to calm your breathing, you looked down at the hands that groped at your breasts and thighs. You lazily trailed your fingers down your body, the hands of the prime assets occasionally touching yours, hoping you would hold theirs and see it as a sign of affection. Ignoring their desperate attempts at love, you finally brought your fingers down to your sex, experiencing the wetness between your thighs. As if this was the most embarrassing part of your night, your cheeks grew warm. 

Bringing your attention back to the people around you, you started to register their words. Franco’s whiny voice reprimanded Otto and Arora, who in turn disregarded his anger with statements about their class. 

“It’s the burden of our class,” Arora scoffed; her brows furrowed at the recent memory of your destruction. 

“We only want to treat her right. It’s what we were made to do,” Otto followed, his hand going down to grab your ankle to pull you closer. You could barely get a squeal out before being dragged over the cold floor covered in your own release. Your hip hit his shoe before his grip went to your wrist, and you were pulled up to stand against the twins. “It’s noticeable with your care before our own. Couldn’t even remove your gloves before touching her.” 

“Like a rabies infested beast!” Arora added. Dr. Futterman’s teeth-filled beak opened wide; the drill head jutting out with anger. 

“Hey! That’s my job to call her that!” The puppet exclaimed before being pushed down by Gooseberry. 

“She still enjoyed it,” Mother Gooseberry commented and glanced at her still wet gloves. That was enough to make Arora turn away in disgust. 

Coyle relit his cigarette while trailing his shaded eyes over your body. There was little care he could put into the arguments the others were having. Why should law enforcement care about something petty? Ok, truthfully, he cared but he still couldn’t keep his attention on them when you’re nude and sprawled out right in front of him. An idiot would only do that... he was in a room full of idiots. 

Coyle stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you, taking in the scent of your pleasure and desperation. He held the burning cigarette in his teeth as he grinned. 

“Rehabilitation is what’s needed after those hysterical bitches,” Coyle groaned, his hand trailing down your face and to the nape of your neck. His free hand took the burning cigarette from between his lips, pushed your lip down, and tilted the small light at the end towards your gums. Just as your mouth was about to feel the hot pain of a cigarette butt, Franco hit his hand away with the end of his Lupara. 

“Why do you want to ruin her mouth so easily, huh?” Franco scoffed, getting ahold of your waist. You groaned as you were pulled back against the short man, his hands never pausing on your body. It felt like a child hating the idea that their favorite toy would be taken away from them, so they would touch the damn toy whenever they could. 

“Education isn't ruinin’ nothing!” Coyle exclaimed and attempted to pull you back to him, leaving you in some nonsense tug of war game. Each moment you tried voicing your opinion on the matter, they pulled you in some random direction and just caused more pain in your shoulders. 

With a sudden push, Franco threw you down to the floor, pointing his lupara at Coyle’s head. Just as he was about to fire the damn thing, you managed to get a word out. 

“I don’t care,” you mumbled, trying to sit up on trembling arms, the soreness between your thighs making you jerk when you moved. What the hell is in the air? “Just do whatever, I don’t care who’s doing it first.” 

“See, she’s not saying she wants your cock!” Franco scoffed, stepping closer to you to press his Lupara into your cheek. The cold metal of the shortened barrel makes you shiver. His hand went to your head, tilting it back to force you farther down to the floor. Once you were completely on the floor, he crawled over you and his little bits of affection started. 

The incessant kissing sounds filled the air; his bunny teeth nipping a trail from the back of your ear down your stomach, small red marks being left behind. Each press of the soft pink flesh brought a shiver down your spine. The smell of expensive cologne, gunpowder, and milk fill your nose, reminding you of the type of animal that now bites your skin. 

Your eyes stayed on the ceiling since you had to work up the courage to even look at him. When Franco bit you particularly hard, you winced and finally got sight of him. His eyes were closed, like if he dared to finally open them, he would cry out in some type of intense pleasure. 

Franco’s body twisted and turned to constantly get some type of stimulation from your body, whether that was through his mouth, hands, cock, or legs seemed to be all that he needed to whine from not getting enough from you... even though you weren’t the one giving him anything. He groaned and whimpered into your skin; his brows furrowed in a constant state of contentment. 

Franco’s lips navigated your torso and found your peaks of flesh; a sigh of excitement left his clamped lips. The incessant assault on your breasts almost let the sudden feel of a pair of hands on your hips slip past you. He turned your body over his own, getting you to lay over him, his head in your bosom. You tensed for a moment before trying to relax, as if any sign of discomfort was a sign of dissatisfaction, which wasn’t something you wanted to be seen as with someone like Franco. 

“Don’t need this big city shit keeping you company and letting you continue your bad behavior,” Coyle scoffed as he kneaded the flesh of your ass. His thumb drew over your cunt carefully before shifting up to your hole. “You need a real man to teach you how to be good.” 

You turned your head back to Coyle, watching as he pressed his cockhead against your hole. “Coyle...,” you moaned softly as he finally pushed into you. A groan left his lips as he stilled against you; his head turned up as if this was the best feeling he’s ever had in his life. 

The stretch from his cock brought your head down next to Franco’s. You tried your best to become accustomed to his size, but your breath was still shaky after a minute or two. “I’ve never done this with someone,” you mutter, your breath still heavy. Coyle laughed in a deep tone. 

“Good,” he grinned as he started with a harsh pace, pulling groans from your kiss swollen lips. “A good officer of the law can leave you beggin’, screamin’, and drippin’.” 

“Like that’s something you’re capable of, fucking pig,” Franco grumbled, in some desperate way, Coyle brought you back against his cock in a rougher way. Your brows knitted together as your jaw fell slack, soft breaths of pleasure flowing from you. Franco, in some dumb way, tried pleasuring you as much as he could. He ground against your thigh and sucked on your breast. 

He grinned as he groped at the peaked flesh, rubbing his thumb over your hardened nipples, feeling the soft skin. “You like making baby happy? Huh?” Franco moaned, trailing his fingers down your body and to his belt buckle. The jingle of the metal and leather is barely audible above the slapping of skin on skin. 

The head of Franco’s cock pressed against the folds of your pussy, streaks of precum mixed with your wetness as he jerked his hips against yours with a whine. “Haven’t even started yet and you’re already wanting me,” he hummed, a grin on his face. He must not believe the others had a hand in your arousal. The warmth of his cock could be felt as he drew the head against your folds before stopping at your cunt. 

Your chest concaved when he pushed into you, your body bracing to accept all of him. Franco laid his head back against the ground; his lips parted as he mewled out names and pleads for you to stay on his cock. His hands desperately groped at your chest, as if your breasts were a comfort for him to feel now. The fullness you were consumed by went unnoticed by either of the men inside you. They only sought comfort for being able to touch you to begin with. Your half-lidded eyes were turned towards Coyle as he brought your ass back against himself. 

It was barely a second later that Franco started to move against you... or at least try his hardest to. 

“They’re attempting to defile her,” Arora scoffed, her hand that sprouted from Otto’s neck going down to caress your cheek. He made a similar noise of disgust, his eyes trailing over the red spots on your hips that were left by tightened hands. The expression of desperate pleasure on your face made them grimace. 

“Rough, vile beasts,” Otto muttered just loud enough for you to hear. Your head turned to lean against Arora’s hand, your tears and drool being cleaned by the violet fabric. He fixed his round glasses before starting to grin as he started to unbuckle his belt. “She’s no beast though.” 

Otto’s cock stood at attention, just close enough for you to lazily bring your hand up to touch him. In your dazed state, you carefully wrapped your fingers around it. A shaky breath left his lips as the warmth of your hand encompassed him. Arora continued petting you as you started to pleasure him. 

“Come on, dear,” Arora cooed, tilting your head to look into your eyes. “He’s been so good to you, can’t you do better?” 

In your hazy state, you nodded and moved your hand quicker, listening as Otto groaned and praised you. The small drops of precum were drawn over the rest of his cock as you jerked him off. 

Each forceful movement of your hips in Coyle’s hands drew a gasp from your lips, the intense and full feel of both of their cocks deep inside you made your mind into soup. Every drop of your ass pressed Franco’s cockhead into the soft bundle of nerves. Your mouth almost couldn’t close now, no words being sputtered out, only creating wails and sharp breaths. The bursts of gratification travelled up your body and to your breasts, finding an end at the hardened flesh of your nipples. With nothing to satisfy them, you brought your fingers to the buds, pinching and taking the mounds into your hands. At the sight of your dissatisfaction, Franco jumped at the idea of groping your chest, pinching, pulling, and violently groping you with excitement. 

You mewled at the volatile touch, encasing one of his hands with yours. A whine of excitement leaves the man’s lips. Franco quickly wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you down to bring your breasts to his face. “Oh, Mommy,” Franco moaned, his lips attached to the hardened bud. His tongue swirled around the soft skin, hypnotizing himself into believing the sweet taste of milk was there and gently touched the bend between your breast tissue and the pebbled flesh. 

It wasn’t until you managed to mumble out Franco’s name, had your sounds been muffled. Coyle’s hand left your hip and hastily covered your sputtering lips while pulling your torso up against him. The rough leather and metal of his uniform rubbed and scratched the skin of your back. “Don’t need anyone else to be called other than your rehabilitator,” he said between gritted teeth. Coyle’s burned lips stayed parted beside your ear; his beard scratched your neck as he allowed you to hear the deep groans that your body pulled from him. 

Franco’s disagreement was voiced between gasps, trying to rip Coyle’s hands from your lips, hoping you would voice either affection or cruelty to him. You did little to move his hand, simply holding onto his arm as you moaned into the leather. “Stop trying to hoard her, you pig!” Franco grunted, finally freeing the lower half of your face from the large hand. You almost immediately started voicing your moans once you were freed. 

A light layer of saliva had grown on your lips, adding a glimmer as you began to plead. “F-fuck! Don’t- stop! Pleasepleaseplease!” You sobbed, looking down at where your sex met theirs, watching as their cocks disappeared inside you. Watching the physical aspect of them pleasuring you made your eyes roll back into your head. It was like it made it so much better. Your eyes held steady on Franco’s jittery hips, his pale flesh meeting yours in an ever-growing wet plap. 

Liliya’s bladed fingers grab your face suddenly, turning your head to your right to get you to kiss her. Her mask had been torn now; an obviously self-made incision in the lace had been made for her mouth, letting you see the pink flesh that covered her teeth. Her lips immediately tried consuming yours; her tongue brushed against yours. A soft incision-like line sat in the middle of the pink muscle, almost making you trail over it, forcing you to trail over her divinity. Each movement against your mouth felt like she was trying to consume you whole, trying to bite the soft tissue of your lips and tongue. Franco and Coyle had dominated the affection to your sex, while she dominated your mouth. 

“Getting all the candy she can, greedy slut, letting the sugar rot her mind!” Dr. Futterman cackled, the violent drill popping out from his large teeth. Mother Gooseberry sat beside Liliya, reaching over Franco to touch you too. She seemed to smile from behind the skin mask and brought her fingers down to your clit. The –now cold- leather brought a shiver down your spine as she started to rub small circles into the sensitive bundle at the top of your sex. 

“Don’t give her more, you fat cow! You’re just trying to make her as greedy as you!” The duck puppet exclaimed at the sight of Gooseberry’s affection, opening his mouth as wide as he could as a sign of his own feelings, the metal drill sticking out and nicking your arm. Almost like you were being controlled, you mewled at the break of skin, a mix of agony and pleasure washing over you. 

“Well, if mama doesn’t properly look out for her, who will?” Mother Gooseberry remarked, smiling wider at the sight of your crumbling mental state. In your pleasure-drunk state, you grabbed desperately at any part of the prime assets. Your grip travelled from Franco’s shirt to Coyle’s coat sleeve to Mother Gooseberry’s sleeve, trying to get a hold on whatever was driving you so insane. A gasp left your parted lips as you turned your head to look at Gooseberry. Almost instantaneously Liliya pulled your head back in her direction. 

“Be still,” Liliya hissed, drawing her bladed fingers down your face, “I came here to serve you, don’t let the defiled take your attention from me.” 

The overabundance of “love” almost covered every inch of your skin, Coyle and Franco’s cocks deep inside you, Liliya’s tongue just as deep inside your mouth, Coyle’s hands grabbing at your hips and thighs, Mother Gooseberry’s fingers gently touching at your overstimulated clit, Arora petting your hair as Otto groaned at the movement of your delicate fingers around his cock. 

Your mind couldn’t muster a single thought other than hoping that their touch wouldn’t stop while simultaneously hoping that the soul crushing pleasure would end; both concepts brought tears to the corners of your eyes... or was it the pleasure that brought it? You couldn’t tell me. The negative thoughts left your mind almost instantly as you were brought to another all-encompassing release, your cunt and hole pulsing around both lengths inside you. You pulled your mouth from Liliya’s to let yourself cry out, causing her to grumble. 

Everyone’s heavy breaths had intermixed together to make a cacophony of pleasure, the grunts of the men and the occasional moan from the women filled your ears. With a sudden gasp, Otto came over your hand and face. Thin strings of cum drew over the side of your face, getting onto your cheek and mouth. The sight of you covered in cum caused a mixed reaction among the prime assets. It could have been their cum covering you but it was ok to some degree now. You looked hot enough. 

Franco’s cries grew louder, his hands swiveling around Gooseberry’s and finding your hips, forcing you down in a quicker and rougher motion. Your mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, violent gasps leaving your lungs as his cockhead pushed against the little bundle of nerves. Pleads and cries left your lips, attempting to make any sense of the feelings coursing through your body. 

Liliya groaned as she watched you go insane in the men’s laps, her lips taking yours, only for a couple seconds. With a sudden cry, your body went taut as you were forced into your final orgasm of the night. You trembled as your thighs tensed and your cunt and hole clenched around their cocks. Tears welled in your eyes as you were held up by Liliya. 

Mere seconds after you came, Franco and Coyle did too. The warmth of their cum deep inside you caused you to mewl, them pulling away now making you realize how tired you really were. 

The prime assets cooed and praised you excitedly, wiping your tears as they kissed your face and poked and prodded at your cunt, watching as the men’s cum dripped down your thigh. 

In a mere minute, the disheveled prime assets stumbled away from you, fixed their clothes, and went back to the elevators. Calls of love were sounded before the doors closed behind them but quickly opened back up to the sleep room doctors and random medical equipment. They made no intention of talking to you, as several of the doctors had blushing cheeks. The doctors set you on the medical bed, wheeling you down the lifeless, cold hallway. 

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“Look at you,” Easterman started, trailing his dark gaze over your dirty self, looking over the cum that had escaped the crease of your lip and dripped down your chin, your tousled hair, your swollen lips, your skin that glistened with sweat, your sensitive sex that stayed hidden between the legs that squeezed tightly together. “What have they done to you.” 

You tried holding yourself up, even keeping your eyes on him was tiresome. You groaned in a response to him and crawled lazily towards him. 

Your head laid gently in his lap. The soft cloth of the handkerchief Dr. Easterman had set down for your dirty face rubbed against your cheek, unintentionally cleaning you up. Bringing his hand down, he brushed the back of his hand over your cheek slowly and softly. 

“Don’t you like being my How High?” He asked, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air, letting you know that the statement was so mundane that he couldn’t even keep in that precious smoke. You brought your hand up to Easterman’s pants, holding onto his leg, like a helpless child that couldn’t let her daddy leave her so easily. 

You nodded. A breathy chuckle filled the air with the silent statement. “Good,” he hummed, turning his palm to properly pet your head, like his affection would have only come if you said what he wanted to hear. You knew it was true, but it hurts when you experienced it face to face. 

“Did you have fun? Did they love you right?” Dr. Easterman teased, a notable smile in his tone. He chuckled at his own jokes. “No, I know they didn’t. They can’t.” 

He brought his hand down, taking the neckline of the small corset between his fingers and pulled it up, trying to seem like he cared about how conservatively you looked. As if he didn’t put you in this. When he pulled back, the back of his hand brushed against your breast, but he made no effort to comment nor apologize. “You know who can love you properly, yes?” Dr. Easterman asked as you went back to brush his fingers over your cheek. 

You nod. 

“Who is it then?” he said, his voice stern now, like the lack of voice from you could lead to a worse punishment than being left with the prime assets, “Say it.” 

“You,” you answer, tilting your head up to look at him, getting a glimpse of his shadowed face. The slight wrinkle in the corners of his eyes deepened. 

“Good,” Dr. Easterman smiled and took your face into his hand, which -of course- was covered. His darkened gaze drew over your disheveled self, seeing the exact same thing he had seen mere minutes earlier. His smile wavered but he spoke in the same satisfied tone. “I like seeing you like this.” 

Easterman’s handkerchief-covered thumb drew over your swollen lips, wiping away any imperfections he deemed “too far”. “The therapy shows your true self. Your true, filthy self,” he continued as his uncovered hand trailed down your cheek and to your throat. The pressure of his fingers right on your pulse gave an uncomfortable contrast to the prime asset’s soft lips. 

Dr. Easterman gently lifted your head from his lap, removing the handkerchief and bringing you into his lap in replacement. You lazily leaned back into his arms, feeling the body heat that radiated out from under his ironed suit. As you brought your attention back onto where you were sitting now. Something poked you. 

“Good grades get good prizes,” Easterman remarked, his thick fingers drawing over your sides, his hands pausing at the space between the panties and the corset, right where your soft stomach was. “Do you deserve a prize for being so good?” 

You stiffened at the question, not wanting to seem too prideful in your work. “Yes.” 

He let out a puff of laughter at your mumbling. 

“Then let daddy fill you up.” 

Contains: Collars, leashes, choking, and a very dominant Bigby

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Leland Coyle:

God is the gap in your teeth - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress x GN! Reagent! Reader romantic headcanons

To love me is to suffer me - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x Fem! Afab! Reader smut oneshot

The devil made me do it, but I also kind of wanted to - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic/slightly smutty headcanons

To carry home my little soldier - Yandere! Leland Coyle x Male! Prime Asset! Veteran! Reader romantic sfw/nsfw headcanons

Always an angel, never a god - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

Mother Gooseberry:

God is the gap in your teeth - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress x GN! Reagent! Reader romantic headcanons

To love me is to suffer me - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x Fem! Afab! Reader smut oneshot

The devil made me do it, but I also kind of wanted to - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic/slightly smutty headcanons

Always an angel, never a god - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

Franco Barbi:

I just want someone nearby - Franco Barbi x Prime asset/Ex-pop! Fem! Reader maternal/romantic/nsfw headcanons

God is the gap in your teeth - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress x GN! Reagent! Reader romantic headcanons

To love me is to suffer me - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x Fem! Afab! Reader smut oneshot

The devil made me do it, but I also kind of wanted to - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic/slightly smutty headcanons

Always an angel, never a god - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

Arora and Otto Kress:

I live to love you and I love to love you - Otto & Arora Kress x GN! AFAB! Reader romantic/smut headcanons

By starlight, I'll kiss you - Otto & Arora Kress x Fem! AFAB! Reader smut

I am no gentle lover - Yandere Otto & Arora Kress x Fem! AFAB! Reader smut

God is the gap in your teeth - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress x GN! Reagent! Reader romantic headcanons

To love me is to suffer me - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x Fem! Afab! Reader smut oneshot

The devil made me do it, but I also kind of wanted to - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic/slightly smutty headcanons

Always an angel, never a god - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

Clyde Perry:

Immerse your soul in love - Clyde Perry x Prime Asset! GN! Reader romantic headcanons

Dr. Easterman:

I want to live inside your mind - Dr. Easterman x Fem! Afab! Wife! Reader smut fic

Pusher:

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Liliya Bogomolova:

To love me is to suffer me - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x Fem! Afab! Reader smut oneshot

The devil made me do it, but I also kind of wanted to - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic/slightly smutty headcanons

Always an angel, never a god - Yandere! Leland Coyle/ Mother Gooseberry/ Franco Barbi/ Otto & Arora Kress/ Liliya Bogomolova x GN! Reader romantic headcanons

Pitcher:

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Night hunter:

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Berserker:

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Big Grunt (Danny):

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Jaeger/Henrietta:

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Amelia Collier:

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Invaders:

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Erik/The Idol:

There are hands to be held and drinks to be spilled - Erik/The Idol x Male! Ex-pop! Reader doomed yaoi/angst romantic headcanons

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Marta:

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Knoth:

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Val:

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Eddie Gluskin:

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How would the PA’s + Ex-Pop’s react to cornering their s/o and another reagent in a room only for the reagent to practically throw their s/o at them in an attempt to escape? And for Easterman how would he react to seeing a reagent throw his s/o at an ex-pop?

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How the PAs + Ex-Pops + Dr. Easterman would react to a "sacrificial" reagent

This request is really fun, thank you for making the suggestion sketti. (Hopefully, it's okay if I call you that. I thought the spaghetti sign off was cool.) I hope y'all enjoy this post!

Leland Coyle:

* Coyle flinched very slightly when you got thrown at him. He wasn't looking to hurt you, at least, not yet. He was first trying to get to the other reagent.

* When you got close, Coyle quickly swung his baton away from you and used his other hand to grab your ESOP.

* When the other reagent tried to run, Coyle pushed you away from him. It was nothing personal to you, but Coyle was absolutely fuming.

* Coyle gave you a quick look as if to check if you were badly injured before bolting to catch the other reagent.

* "You cheatin' bitch! Think you can assualt my songbird?! I'll motherfucking kill you!"

* You getting hurt was nothing new to him. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed hurting you (to a certain extent). However, watching you get thrown into harm's way? Absolutely not. Only he could hurt you, and only if it was willingly.

* In the distance, all you could hear was screaming and yelling. Both from Coyle and from the reagent. Coyle was yelling something about justice, and the reagent was screaming in pain.

* When Coyle came back, he was winded. So much so that he had to put his cigarette down for a second.

* He stared at you for a moment before taking a long drag of his cigarette and pulling you close. Coyle then blew the smoke in your face and gave you an unusually tender kiss.

* "You're mine, honey. Ain't no pinko scum gonna hurt you."

* After the other reagent was dealt with, Coyle let you go. He didn't stick by your side the entire trial, but you noticed he would keep an eye on you. He'd check around just to see where you were and stay in your general area.

Mother Gooseberry:

* When you were thrown to Mother Gooseberry, she accidently hurt you. You came at her so suddenly, Mr. Futterman's drill was the first instinct.

* When she realized she hurt you and the other reagent's plan worked, she was upset. In all manners of the word.

* She was first worried about you and how badly she had hurt you. She walked quickly over to you and touched your wound with her gloved hand. If the injury was bad enough, she would pull you into a hug and kiss the wound before guiding you to some medicine.

* Mother Gooseberry would apologize profusely. She couldn't believe that other naughty child made her hurt you. She had never sounded so distraught.

* "My little darling! No, no! Mother is so sorry. Let me kiss it better."

* In between Mother Gooseberry's doting and worrying, Mr. Futterman was cussing both Phyllis and the other reagent.

* "You clumsy bitch, after them! If you let that fucking mistake get away, Phyllis..."

* After getting you patched up, Mother Gooseberry would tell you to stay put because she had to teach your little "friend" a lesson.

* You saw her bolt down the hallway where the reagent went, and what followed were some of the loudest screams you had heard.

* By the time Mother Gooseberry came back, she was breathing heavily. Her shirt and Mr. Futterman's beak were practically dripping with blood.

* She grabbed your arm and pulled you into another hug, kissing your forehead and apologizing one last time before guiding you back to the shuttle. She pleaded with the doctors to take you back and didn't leave until you were safe.

Franco Barbi:

* When you were shoved towards Franco, you caught a glimpse of his surprised face. He jerked his hand toward you and grabbed you by your shirt.

* The surprise quickly wore off as Franco pulled you into a tight hug and slung Lupara over your shoulder.

* Franco shot in the direction the reagent was running. Both shots missed, and you heard Franco growl under his breath. He didn't even cry. He was absolutely livid.

* Franco pulled you off of him with a hard yank. He told you to stay still while he went and found that "rat motherfucker."

* It took a few minutes, but Franco did find them. You heard the same loud pops that made your ears ring when Franco shot over your shoulder.

* You also heard a lot of shuffling, loud thuds and even caught a part of what Franco was yelling.

* "You fucking mutt! Think you can hurt my mommy? It'll hurt when Lupara is up your ass!"

* When you saw Franco walking back to you, he was breathing heavily and still had an angry expression on his face. The expression changed when he got close to you, though.

* He gave you a sly smile and relaxed his arm, Lupara falling down to his side. Once he was within reach of you, he grabbed a fist full of fabric from your shirt.

* He pulled you close once more and kissed you with a sort of determination. As if he had been thinking about you, and you were his one goal.

* "Come give me a taste, sweetness. Baby missed you."

* After the whole ordeal, Franco basically became your body guard. He followed you around the trial and kept an eye out for anyone else while you completed objectives.

* He loved being able to protect you. It made him feel strong. Not only that, but it gave him an excuse to be around you. What's not to love?

Kress Twins:

* They would've been impressed if you weren't the one the other reagent was trying to sacrifice.

* When you were pushed towards Otto, Arora's hand was actually the first to grab you. She had to prevent you from falling onto Otto's saw.

* Otto quickly put his saw down and made sure you were steady on your feet, gently putting his hand on your shoulder. He spoke just as gently as he touched.

* "You alright, honey? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

* Once Otto had you situated, Arora quickly threw a tincture back in the other reagent's direction. The tincture hit, and the other reagent got sick.

* Realizing the ticture worked, Arora hurried Otto. She pointed and directed him towards the reagent. Much to their satisfaction, the reagent stopped just long enough to get shredded by Otto's saw.

* The reagent didn't even get far. You were close enough to see it all unfold. Even Arora got her hits in, opening one of her tinctures and pouring it on their face.

* "You'll never touch our darling again, you low-life vermin."

* Even when the reagent was dead, they didn't stop. Otto and Arora were far too upset. Hurting you was almost like them hurting each other. Almost.

* They still loved having their fun with you, and that does mean you'd get hurt. However, Otto would never use his saw on you unless it was in a trial. Even then, he would go easier on you.

* By the time Otto came back to you, the body of the other reagent was unrecognizable.

* Arora was looking back at you, watching your eyes glare at the reagent's body. When Otto got within arms reach of you, Arora used her hand to cup your right cheek and turn your attention back to them.

* Otto kissed your left cheek softly while Arora was holing your right. Arora rubbed her thumb back and forth along your skin.

* It didn't take much longer until they took you back to their sleep room. After all, they were technically Murkoff staff. Not many people could take you away from them. If anyone tried, they would have to fight both Otto and Arora.

Liliya Bogomolova:

* Liliya was both offended and pleased. She loved having you close to her, but she didn't appreciate someone else forcing her to hurt you. If she wanted you as a sacrifice, she would do it on her own will.

* When you were tossed at Liliya, she almost stabbed you with her prosthetic. She was primed to hit the other reagent, so she was caught off guard when you were thrown at her.

* Seeing your distressed face, anticipating her hurting you was disheartening. Liliya, in a split second decision, wrapped her arms around you instead.

* "I will not hurt my angel."

* Instead of chasing the other reagent, she let them leave. Not that she wouldn't find them later, but she was more concerned about you for the moment.

* Liliya stopped hugging you and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to follow her. Anytime you would try to stray away from her, she would snap at you. Liliya wanted you by her side, where she could see you. Just until the other reagent was dealt with.

* You could tell Liliya was angry due to her intense, strained breathing. She would occasionally try and reassure you, her hand squeezing you a little tighter when she did.

* "I'll keep you safe, my beloved."

* Liliya would randomly let go of you to hide and jump scare the other reagent, and she encouraged you to do the same. She'd tell you to hold them down while she mauled them. So, she wasn't just avenging you. She helped you get revenge.

* When the reagent was dead, Liliya wrapped you back in her arms and pressed the teeth of her mask to your forehead. As if she was trying to kiss you.

* She then guided you back to a safer room and refused to let you go until the scientists/doctors came to grab you. While you sat with her, she would keep an eye out for ex-pops and force them to stay away from you.

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Pusher:

* When you were shoved towards Pusher, he instinctively moved backward causing you to almost fall.

* Unfortunately, the gap between the other reagent and Pusher was too far. He couldn't grab them. So, instead, he sprayed the noxious gas into the air.

* It worked, and the other reagent went into psychosis. However, you went into psychosis too. Pusher just couldn't let the other reagent get away with what they did to you.

* Pusher enjoyed getting you high, but he felt bad this time. As soon as you started tripping, he ran off to find you an antidote.

* "Hold on, baby. I can calm you down."

* It didn't take Pusher too long to find an antidote, thanks to how fast he was. He came back and handed the antidote to you. Granted, he had to chase you around a little, but he was determined to help you.

* Pusher stayed with you until you came down from your high. After you took the antidote, Pusher held you by your wrist. His grip was more gentle with you, but he made sure you didn't stray far.

* It wasn't until you were in your right state of mind that he came a little closer to you and put his arm around you.

* "You cool, baby?"

* Pusher leaned into you a little bit, his mask almost touching your shoulder. He gave you a kind of half hug and tried to make sure you were okay.

* Once he knew you were alright, he took your hand and led you to an insertion gate. He made sure you two went in together so you could have a brief respite period.

* Every time Pusher would go back into the trial, he brought you with him. Just so you could get enough objectives done to get you a decent grade.

* Pusher didn't stay by your side all the time, though. He wanted the other reagent incapacitated on the ground. It didn't matter how.

* The only constant was that Pusher took you with him back to the gate once he had to leave. He didn't want you around the other reagent, lest they try to sacrifice you again to another ex-pop or prime asset. No doubt, they wouldn't be as nice as him.

Pitcher:

* The only person allowed to touch you and throw you around was Pitcher. At least, in his mind.

* Once he saw you get hurled toward him, all he could think about was how the other reagent touched you. It was so aggressive, so unfair.

* Pitcher grabbed your arm and slung you back behind him, then threw a molotolv at the other reagent. Pitcher growled and screamed, quickly letting you go to chase after the reagent.

* In the distance, you heard the sound of his snapping and strained breathing. Pitcher was incredibly vocal about how upset he was, and he wouldn't calm down until the reagent was charred. Or, left with so many blisters it hurt to move.

* Even when Pitcher ran out of gas, he didn't stop chasing the reagent. He kept moving until he caught up to them. Once he did, Pitcher tackled the reagent to the floor and started beating them. Putting every bit of strength into the punches he landed.

* When Pitcher was finished, the reagent wasn't left dead, but they were unconscious. Pitcher just left them there, not caring if another ex-pop or prime asset found them.

* By the time Pitcher found you, he was exhausted. Out of fuel, both literally and figuratively.

* Despite being so tired, Pitcher still had the energy to care for you. He came really close to you and, after a few seconds, rubbed the back of his hand on your cheek.

* He let his hand linger for a minute before grabbing the back of your head so he could bring your head down to his shoulder. He held you until he felt you relax.

* Pitcher couldn't kiss you properly, but he didn't want to take his mask off in the middle of a trial. So, he instead pressed his forehead to the top of your head.

* He eventually let you go and left through one of the insertion gates. He didn't come back out until the very end of the trial. Before you got to the shuttle, he stopped you. He lifted his mask and gave you a quick kiss. Rougher than usual, but that wasn't entirely his fault. He had to let you go so you could get back to the sleep room.

Night Hunter:

* The Night Hunter would 100% find it amusing. He even liked it. I mean, he was going after you first anyways.

* When you were hauled off to him, the first thing he did was stab you in the arm with his machete. He pulled you closer to him with his other hand, gripping you tightly.

* You were right up against him when he finally pulled his machete out. It didn't take long for the Night Hunter to get handsy.

* "I finally have you, little mouse."

* He would drag the blade of his machete down the sides of your body, digging into your skin rather gently.

* Kissing the Night Hunter was a little inconvenient because of the night vision goggles, but that didn't mean he couldn't kiss other parts of your body.

* He would kiss your neck and shoulders, keeping his machete pressed to you. Whether the machete was pressed to your stomach, neck, or thighs, it didn't matter.

* "Such shiny skin you have, glow worm."

* If you want to get away from his grasp, you'll have to rely on the other reagent. If they don't help you, pray you have a brick, bottle, or stun rig.

* The Night Hunter did enjoy hurting you, so you getting "sacrificed" posed little issue for him. If anything, he thought the other reagent was clever. The other reagent made you more accessible to him.

* If there was any saving grace, it was the fact that no other ex-pop or prime asset would come near you two. So, in a weird way, you were almost safe. Almost.

* The doctors/scientists would have to pry you from his grasp if you had no other way of escaping.

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Dr. Easterman

* Dr. Easterman wouldn't make a big deal out of it unless you were constantly getting bullied by this reagent.

* If it happened just a handful of times, he would expect you to get out of it. After all, he loved you for more reasons than one. You were smart and you dealt with pain well.

* The real issues came if it happened over and over again. He already paid special attention to you, but this other problem reagent was only causing him unnecessary stress.

* He didn't need any more stress. So, he would tell the prime assets to keep an eye out for you. Under strict orders not to incapacitate you and to target the other reagent.

* The ex-pops are susceptible to the prime assets charisma, so you didn't need to worry about them much either. If one of the ex-pops tried killing you, a prime asset would step in to protect you.

* If getting the prime assets/ex-pops to gang up on the other reagent didn't work, then Dr. Easterman would make an example out of them.

* The next trial you did, that reagent would be the victim of. Example: if you chose to do Vindicate The Guilty next, the other reagent would be The Judge.

* While you were in the shuttle going to that next trial (where the other reagent was the victim), you would hear a special "note" from Dr. Easterman on the TV.

* You would hear the normal speech for the trial you chose, but there were ominous, extra reassurances or motivation.

* "I will nurture you, my little lamb. Show me your anger."

* "You're daddy's how high, aren't you? Destroy what's holding you back. Come back to me."

* He would tell the scientists to watch you carefully and demand they go into detail about how you performed. If you had to see a doctor after the trial, he would get reports of your injuries.

* All of these reports could be used to praise and/or degrade you based on how well you did.

* Dr. Easterman would have you do trials alone for a little, just until he could be comfortable letting other reagents near you. Not just for your or his sake, but also for other reagents. He didn't want to have to kill a star reagent because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves. (Don't worry, you're his #1 star.)

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Hi everyone! I hope you're all doing well. Thank you so so much for the amazing support! It makes my day when I see so many people enjoy my writing.

I hope my writing wasn't lackluster with this one, I was kind of afraid it seemed that way. Anyways, much love and affection to you! Have a fantastic day. ♡

After the first few days Easterman has to send someone in to tell all the PAs that, "Hey! Reader's practically dying and we have no idea why!" Let's just say they're down a guard after that

After the PAs find out they're begging to see reader, bargaining and everything and get really pissed when they're told no. No one but the highest clearance has any idea where reader is being held. Rumor is that Easterman has been visiting Reader often, however

Ooh sickness Whump huzzah! Special thanks to my beautiful and amazing mutual @/litwicking-it for helping me work on writing for DR Easterman!

You learned rather quickly to hide vulnerabilities and sicknesses before. Being ill at home was hell, forced to function despite feeling like your body wanted to fall apart n fail. And it would only get you hurt, every time you dared to be vulnerable in here, the PA would tear you open and eat until there was nothing.

You felt your stomach drop when you swallowed one morning and a cloying pain hung in the back of your throat. Your coughs became wet and scratchy, your eyes wincing as you struggled to swallow. Then came the headache, slowly starting off as a small thud before erupting into a pounding, head bashing worthy sensation.

Everyone noticed how you slowly entered into a rapid decline in the sleeper room. You looked like a wet corpse with your reddened eyes from crying, sweat beading your brow and how you moved like it hurt to exist. Taking the medication Murkoff provided only made it worse as it didn’t apply to this kind of sickness. Was this withdrawal? Did you eat something bad? Did one of the PA give you something?

It wasn’t until you had to be forced out of your room to do a trial as the PA were getting violent. You collapsed, dropping like a pile of stones onto the hard floor. Blood seeped out of your nose and joined the crusted snot around your nostrils. After doing some tests, you were placed into a separate ward.

It’d been days since the PA had last seen you and their patience was wearing thin. Less reagents were showing up in good or living conditions after a trial, the verbal abuse was becoming unbearable for the scientists and guards who had to deal with them.

Once they got word about your condition, hell minorly broke loose. At first ppl like Mother Gooseberry and Liliya were like “oh just send baby over here so we can take care of em!” The Twins said it only made sense since you’re theirs to dote on. Coyle and Franco reacted violently to the guard who had to state that Dr Easterman was conducting some tests with you.

During this time, Easterman was beginning to look more into you. He’s honestly surprised that you made it this far, he thought that you were gonna have the sad fate of being canon fodder. But you were a resilient little creature, determined. Another thing that interested him was the sway you had over his PA.

Easterman thought of his “children” as fickle creatures. Reagents, scientists and trial victims were all like candy or a cheap toy for the PA. They seem interested and devoted in the moment then the excitement dies out. Theres always gonna be replacements, it was a fleeting moment for them. But you…

At first Easterman kept you at arms length, going back on previous reports, interviews and other sources. Then he wanted to talk to you while you recovered.

You were in so much pain, vulnerable. Your hardened shell seemingly shattered to reveal the softer, childish and innocent flesh underneath. You weren’t angry or retorting, only apologizing for causing a fuss and that you were gonna do a trial soon.

Easterman was appeased by your submissive, fawning behavior. He took a gentle yet icky approach, everything he said felt like sugar coated rot. The fatherly air he had was nice in a way, unlike your bio father who had a pathetic air and Coyle’s rage.

Easterman’s was kinder, his voice providing a comforting air that soothed your aches. Even if everything he was saying was less than kind. It was condescending, the way he emphasized that nobody was waiting for you, how you were just a child. You weren’t a kid anymore! Oh but you were, the fact that you need people to care for you like this is proof enough.

This one is weird, I know, but hear me out. In the police station, there is a shower room. Assuming the water works (which I honestly doubt but whatever), why wouldn't a reagent take advantage? Maybe that's just me, but I hate feeling dirty.

I did say I would make a more scandalous post today since it's national sex day and my birthday. I mean, it doesn't really get more convenient than that.

⚠️ Warning: Shower sex, voyeurism, electrostimulation, cutting... you know the drill. Sexual themes ahead!

One last thing, assume all of this takes place in the police station shower area. (AKA: assume it's prime time.)

Leland Coyle:

* One of the few times Coyle was ever caught off guard. He has never seen a reagent use the showers in a trial before. You were really bold. Or stupid.

* He would stare for a few seconds before charging at you. Even when he went to grab you, his eyes kept roaming all over you.

* He would yell all sorts of things about public indecency and how he had "laws around here."

* Coyle didn't hide his true intentions very well. He tackled you to the wall and put your hands behind your back using one hand. That other hand was roaming all over your body, taking a special interest to your thighs.

* He would be forced to take off his cross body strap so his battery wouldn't get wet. He would also unravel the wires around his body so they could still reach his baton, even if the battery was on the floor.

* Once his battery was safe, it didn't take long for Coyle to start pressing himself up against your backside, and that's when he got fully hard. Leaning his chest on your back, he started grinding into you. Slow and rough.

* Coyle would speak softly really close to your ear, heavy breathing breaking up almost every word.

* "You think the laws don't apply to you, sweetness? I'll fuck you to death."

* To be expected, Coyle got soaked. His shirt and pants wet from the water. When his pants started clinging to his hard-on, that's when he pulled them down.

* He would take a little bit of time to tease you, pinching your inner thigh or "threatening" to rub your clit/stroke you off. He wouldn't actually do it, he wanted you desperate.

* Before fucking you himself, he's putting the handle-end of his baton inside of you. The pleasure/pain went both ways, too. You got to have something inside of you, and he would be able to feel the electricity on his hand(s).

* The baton was really just to prepare you, so he went slow but really deep. It continued for a minute or two before you took it out of you.

* Coyle would force you to taste yourself after, holding the handle of the baton to your mouth.

* While you licked and/or sucked on it, he would put himself inside of you. He wasted no time being rough with you, going at a faster pace than he did with the baton.

* When he was satisfied with how you cleaned his baton, he would go back to using it on you. Pressing the baton to your stomach so you jerk back against him.

* Coyle wouldn't let you finish. Or, if you did finish, he would make you go over and over again. Either way, you were getting punished.

* He could be degrading you majority of the time. Calling you a pervert, scum, whore, or anything else he can think of. Every so often, he would tell you how good you felt or call you sweetness/honey/songbird.

* When you two were done, Coyle would gather his things and leave. He needed time to recuperate, and you did, too. Since you did so well, he would leave you alone the whole time you showered. Well.. assuming you could stand by the time he was done with you.

Mother Gooseberry:

* Mother Gooseberry was happy you were trying to get clean, such a good little gosling! Even then, she did find it odd that you were showering in the middle of a trial.

* Mr. Futterman was judging you hard. Calling you a slut and (rudely) commenting on your body.

* She would be gentle when approaching you, trying not to startle you too much. You heard Mr. Futterman's drill before you saw Mother Gooseberry.

* It was like she was scanning you, the way her eyes were glued to your body. She was so focused on you that she was almost completely quiet for second.

* That was until she tried to get in the water with you. Once she was close enough, she picked up your soap (found in the sleep room) and turned you around.

* With your back facing her, she started lathering you up. Her glove sliding over your back, getting all the places you might've missed.

* While she helped bathe you, she cooed at you. Saying how pretty you were and how happy she was that you were (seemingly) taking care of yourself.

* "You sure are gorgeous, my little darling."

* Mother Gooseberry would start going a little "off course" when she got down to the back of your thighs. She started slowly inching her hands to your sex, only to stop right before she actually touched it.

* Next thing you know, Mother Gooseberry is leaning you back against her. She had Mr. Futterman over your chest, her arm firm, keeping you still. The water had drenched the front of her shirt, clinging to her chest.

* Her gloves hand went back down to your sex, and she was touching you once more. Her fingers were soft, and the leather became slicker the more she touched you.

* Once you were wet enough, she put her fingers inside of you/started stroking you faster. Her fingers got faster the closer you came to finishing.

* With every sound you made, you would hear a small giggle from Mother Gooseberry in response. Unlike Coyle, she would constantly praise you. Encouraging you to be loud and telling you how pretty your voice was.

* She would kiss you while she touched you. So expect lipstick marks and kisses on the top of your head, your neck, and your shoulder(s).

* She would let you finish when you got close, and after you were done, she'd make you suck on her fingers.

* If you were too tired to keep showering afterward, Mother Gooseberry would help you get cleaned up and dressed.

* Even more, she would either get the scientists to take you back, or she would put you in a safe place and watch over you until you were back on your feet.

Franco Barbi:

* He could hardly believe what he was seeing at first, but he couldn't stop watching. He eyed you like a hawk.

* Franco would close the door to the shower room and sit down on the floor, his back up against the wall. He didn't want anyone else interrupting you two.

* The more he watched, the more turned on he became. It would start with Franco palming himself through his pants, then he would eventually undo his belt and pull his pants down just enough to actually stroke himself.

* If you caught him and stopped washing, Franco threatened to kill you. Pointing Lupara right at your head. The good thing about him being caught was that now you knew he was there. He didn't have to sneak. He could be louder, and loud he was.

* The whines, whimpers, dirty talk, and wet sounds that came from him were plentiful. Franco would mix the praise and degradation, like saying you were sexy but a whore.

* "Such a dirty slut, ain't ya'? You really know how to make a man all hot."

* When you started washing your chest, he got to his breaking point. He didn't finish. Rather, he needed to touch you. You looked so soft, and you were freshly clean. He couldn't resist.

* As soon as he got within arms reach, Franco pulled you tight against him. He buried his face in your chest, breathing heavily and leaving sloppy kisses all over you.

* Of course, he made his way to your nipples and latched on to them. Franco sucked hard, flicking his tongue across them. You would occasionally feel him bite, too.

* I really like the idea of Franco being so needy that he actually pulls you down to the floor with him. So then, you'd be on top straddling him with your chest in his face.

* If you two did end up in that position, Franco would grind against you quickly and hard. His arms would be wrapped around you, squeezing your back.

* Franco wouldn't stop grinding against you until he finished, but even then, he didn't stop sucking your nipples.

* If you wanted to climax too, you'd have to initiate it. Pin him down and ride/fuck his face, show him that you need to be taken care of too. He would be so happy to make you finish. It proves to him that he's still "got it."

* Franco would want to cuddle and fall asleep with you after. If you needed to finish getting cleaned up, he'd be patient. Just expect eyes on you the entire time, you're the best show he's seen in a long time.

Kress Twins:

* How daring you were, taking a shower where anyone could find you. They were intrigued, for more reasons than one.

* When they found you, they did stop to stare. You did look stunning, but this was also a great opportunity to study your body. Or, at least look at the condition of it.

* Otto and Arora would whisper to each other about your body, noticing any birth marks/scars/prominent bones/bruises/cuts/etc. Despite any imperfections you might've had, they were interested in having you as an experiment. Maybe even more.

* "Where do you think they got those bruises from?"

"I'm not sure, love. We could examine them, it wouldn't take but a moment."

"They do look lonely..."

* After a minute or two, Otto and Arora decided they wanted to "inspect" you more closely. Otto was quick to catch you, holding you by your forearm. His footsteps were heavier, so he didn't want to startle you or see you run off.

* Arora helped hold you while Otto put his saw down, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. When Otto was situated, he moved his hands down to your legs and lifted you up.

* Carrying you away from the showers, Otto placed you on a counter nearby. That way, both Otto and Arora could have better access to you.

* They would tag team you. Otto took your lower half, and Arora took your upper half. Arora started from the top, caressing your face and gradually moving down to your chest. Anytime she came across any "imperfection", she would spend extra time tracing her fingers over it.

* In this position, Arora only had one hand to work with. That being said, she naturally went a little slower. Taking her time touching each curve, indent, and bump on your body.

* Meanwhile, Otto started at your hips. Like Arora, he paid special attention to the "imperfections" on your body. Instead of tracing like Arora, he had a rougher approach. He would tug on your skin, squeeze your hips, and pinch your thighs.

* Otto would kiss all over your legs before he, inevitably, ate you out. (This goes for men, too!) If Otto's gonna eat you out, he is going to treat you like a prince/princess.

* He's holding your legs down so you don't accidently kick him. Arora, on the other hand, would start trying to feel for your chest and nipples. Rubbing over them and gently pinching them in her fingers, trying to increase the pleasure.

* Arora would also be looking over Otto's shoulder to watch what he was doing. She would direct him and tell him how he should please you.

* If you were having a hard time finishing, Otto would put his fingers inside of you. His fingers would be hard and slightly fast, just trying to get you over the edge. (He would continue to eat you out while fingering you.)

* Even when you finished, they didn't want to stop. However, they decided against overstimulating you because you needed to get clean.

* They would end up leaving to go back to their sleep room. You left them all hot and bothered, so it was your fault they couldn't focus. Don't worry, they'd find you again eventually, and you were gonna give as good as you got.

Liliya Bogomolova:

* She didn't care too much about you being naked. The little part of her that did care just wanted to praise you. While you were always naked to her, without your clothes, you were hypnotizing.

* Liliya would still sneak up on you, keeping her footsteps light as she approached you. Except, this time, she didn't jump on you. She came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you.

* Liliya dug her claws into your stomach and dragged them along your skin, creating decent sized cuts. The entire time, she would try and get into your head.

* "You're beautifully naked, my beloved."

* The way your blood dripped down your body and mixed with the water was mesmerizing. She wanted more.

* Turning you around, Liliya pressed your back up against the shower wall. Lifting up her mask slightly, she ducked down and pressed her tongue to your pelvis.

* Her tongue followed all the way up a blood trail and landed back on one of the cuts. She didn't lick inside the cut but traced her tongue around the wound. As if trying to clean you herself.

* She moved her hands down, her fingers and prosthetic resting on the back of your thighs. With her lips still uncovered, she pressed kisses from the middle of your chest up to your lips.

* She kissed you but quickly turned into a make-out session. She just didn't want her lips to detach from yours, but it also kept you distracted.

* While you were distracted, Liliya put her fake hand back on her prosthetic. She ran her hand down your side and settled on your pelvis, right above your sex.

* Liliya's entire goal was to tease you and get herself inside your head. Instead of rubbing your clit/stroking you off, she gently ran her fingers along your outer lips/dragged one finger along the underside of your shaft.

* She kept kissing you while she let her hands/claws roam, getting you as wet as possible. She didn't stop until you were dripping, and when you were? She slinked off, leaving the feeling of her touch engraved in your skin. (Literally.)

* Leaving you needy was all a part of her plan. When you're desperate, it's easier for people to get in your head. She wanted you obsessed with her.

* Not that she would leave you high and dry forever, but she would make you wait until you were in her trials to have her fun.

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Pusher:

* If Liliya was mesmerized, Pusher was enraptured. He saw you naked and couldn't take his eyes off of you. The grip he had on his sprayer went slack.

* It took a minute for Pusher to get his bearings before he limped over to you. While your back was turned, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.

* He put the nozzle in your mouth and sprayed the gas, but not enough for you to go into full psychosis. You had the hallucinations, but you weren't going to get hurt.

* Pusher just wanted to put you in a state of shock to keep you still. While you were frozen, Pusher took the time to explore your body.

* His hand was a little shaky but gentle. He caressed your shoulders, then followed the curves of your body all the way down to your thighs. If you had the anti-toxin amp, Pusher would occasionally make you breathe in more gas.

* His favorite part was just watching the water stream down your body. The way it flowed over your curves was beautiful, and the drugs just made it better. A sensory dream for Pusher.

* He wouldn't touch your sex all that much. Maybe a few, brief strokes/caresses but nothing too intense.

* Well, that was until her turned you back over and had you face the wall. It was then Pusher got the idea to fuck you with the nozzle.

* He wouldn't spray the gas inside of you, but seeing you tremble when he put the nozzle inside was everything. While he fucked you, he would try and soothe you.

* "I know you can take it, baby. I wouldn't hurt you."

* Pusher would let you finish unless you took too long. Not that he would get bored, but he would get tired. So, you might be left to finish yourself or you'd have to wait for another opportunity.

Pitcher:

* Pitcher had to do a double take when he saw you. What were you thinking?? Still, even he had to stare a little.

* He would go relatively quiet for a minute, the sound of strained breathing leaving his mouth.

* If Pitcher were to touch you, he would only do it if the water was hot. If it was cold, he would just stand back or maybe even leave you be.

* Assuming the water was hot, Pitcher would take off his clothes and put them aside. (He couldn't risk getting his molotolvs wet.) After taking off his valuables, he would join you in the shower.

* The first thing Pitcher would touch are your sides, his hands following the curve of your waist. He would also make sure that you were facing him.

* Pitcher didn't waste much time, only taking a minute or two before touching your sex. He would snap his fingers really close to your sex and watch you flinch from the spark. (Which I don't think would hurt too bad. Maybe a little painful, but brief.)

* You wouldn't have to worry too much about your hair catching on fire. If it did, you were in the shower, the water would put it out.

* Pitcher wouldn't rub/stroke you as much as he would finger you. His fingers were warm, and the water helped him ease them in.

* The whole time he's touching you, he's really close to you. Like, his chest is pressed against yours with his dick against your stomach.

* After getting you wet and/or prepared, he would then fuck you. Hard and medium paced at first, but he went faster the more he got into it.

* If you were squirming too much, Pitcher would growl at you. He'd place both of his hands on your shoulders to keep your back against the wall.

* Would Pitcher let you finish? It would depend on how well you handled him. If you did well, he would let you finish. Not just once though, you were going to get overstimulated.

* Not necessarily as a reward either, he would also do it to teach you a lesson about being naked out in the open.

Night Hunter:

* Once he sees that you're naked, he's on to you. He'll come into the shower room and immediately take off his pants. By the time you noticed he was near you, he had already turned the water off. As badly as he wanted you, he couldn't risk getting his battery and goggles wet.

* Next thing you know, the Night Hunter tackles you to the floor. He climbs on top of you, machete in hand.

* Pressing the blade to your neck, he gets ready to put himself inside of you. I don't think the Night Hunter would care about foreplay all too much, at least, not in this situation.

* If you weren't in a dark room, he was on borrowed time. The Night Hunter could only stand the lights for so long before he has to retreat.

* He'd force it into you if he had to, but he was fucking you one way or another. All I have to say about that is, he's rough. He'd go hard and fast, practically slamming himself inside of you.

* The Night Hunter would use his free hand to feel around your body. Squeezing your chest, grabbing your hips, digging his nails into you, he would be absolutely ravenous.

* The Night Hunter would praise you but also threaten to kill you. Calling you sweet names, but telling you he should cut you open to teach you a lesson.

* "What a naughty glow worm, keeping all of this from me.."

* If his machete ever left your neck, it was to leave cuts on other parts of your body. He loved cutting you along your V-line and above your sex. To him, that meant you were his.

* You would only get to orgasm if you could finish before, or at the same time as the Night Hunter. After he was done, he had to retreat back into the shadows (assuming you were in the light).

* If you followed him back to the shadows, then he would be more than happy to tackle you again. This time, he would actually make you finish (and then some). He wouldn't stop until you couldn't stand or until he was exhausted.

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Hi everyone! Here's the second post I said I would do today. I apologize for being absent for a few days, but I wasn't doing nothing. I was preparing these posts for you guys.

Thank you to everyone who enjoys my writing. I've had people tell me they get happy when I post, and that means the world to me. To know I can make someone's day better with my writing is priceless.

like no baby, they can survive without you for one night

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i know bigby's small ass apartment doesnt have a bed but for some reason i see you and bigby barely fitting in a twin and colin just resting on the pillows on the floor just watching ya'll be gross and loving with each other

just think of that bro. a fucking gross alchoholic pig is watching you pepper kisses on your hubbys shoulders...and you're okay with that?

Mmm, Bigby :)

This came out a lot more tame that I thought it'd be.

Contains: Dubious Consent(?), werewolf transformation, oral sex, vaginal sex, knotting, creampies, mating bites, a little blood

Sent to King’s Landing to catch a prince’s eye, you quickly learn dragons are difficult to tame. So which Targaryen will capture your attention first in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure?

Baelor Targaryen, Maekar Targaryen, Aerys Targaryen, Rhaegel Targaryen x Fem!Reader NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure