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scandalcus · 1 year

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𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 — ♡ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

PAIRING — ellie williams x afab!reader SUMMARY — tattoo artist! ellie gives you a thigh tattoo CONTENT WARNINGS — smut, stone top!ellie, sub!reader, shy reader, enthusiastic consent, fingering, face riding, oral sex, etc. WORD COUNT — 1.7k A/N — hello sorry for not posting any fics for like a week i've had zero motivation to write and barely any to make this so i apologize if its bland and rushed. also, i made a spotify playlist dedicated to ellie if u wanna listen ❤️

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

You sat anxiously in the unfamiliar room. Your leg involuntarily shook as you scanned the area. Various types of posters and drawings were displayed along the wooden walls.

Your eyes landed on the coffee table before you, observing the different comic books and trading cards scattered across it. You let out a small huff, finding it amusing how dorky Ellie is.

"Okay, I'm ready," she says, turning to you and holding a tattoo gun in her right hand. "I don't have a tattoo chair or anything so do you mind sitting on the edge of my bed?" She asks, gesturing towards her bed.

"Yeah that's fine," you say, walking up to her bed and plopping down on the edge. She makes her way over to you, her hands in the air so she doesn't contaminate any of her tools. "Where did you want the tattoo?"

"On my thigh," you say, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. She looks up at you, and you look elsewhere in the room. You felt incredibly intimidated by her for some reason, blushing every time she looked up at you.

"You're gonna have to take your pants off." she says casually. "Right," you say, standing up and starting to unbutton your pants. She averts her gaze around her room, obviously sensing your awkwardness.

"Is this your first tattoo?" she asks, trying to make small talk as if this interaction isn't already awkward enough. "Yeah," You say, shyly sliding your pants off. "What made you want to get a tattoo?" she asks, still facing away from you. "I've been wanting one for a while, I just couldn't find a good artist." you shrug, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Good thing you found me," she says turning around to face you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You place your hands in your lap, trying to cover your panties. You purposely wore a nice pair of underwear because you knew they would be seen but you ended up slightly embarrassed by your choice. Maybe it was a little too bold.

Ellie looks up at you, this time you hold eye contact, not on purpose though. She just happened to catch you off guard and you couldn't make yourself look away.

"Lay back." she orders, you comply and stare at the ceiling, your hands still covering your intimates. She gently grabs your wrist and moves them out of the way, taking the chance to place the tattoo stencil high up on your thigh. You look down and notice a slight smirk across her lips. "I like your panties." she says, causing you to become extremely flustered.

You don't say anything in response, you just lean back and continue to look into space. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She says, removing the stencil and grabbing her tattoo gun. "Oh it's fine, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm just nervous."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

She positioned herself between your thighs, unexpectedly pulling you closer to the edge of the bed so can work more comfortably on you. You audibly gasp at the sudden movement, but she ignores you and continues to adjust herself.

You hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun, followed by her hot breath against your inner thigh. She was significantly close to your heat, her knuckles barely grazing your slit, causing the hair on your body to raise.

You felt a lump form in your throat like you could hardly breathe. The needle suddenly pierces your skin, making you suck in a sharp breath. "You okay?" she asks, proceeding to drag the gun across your skin, causing a whine to escape your lips.

You let out a hum in response, feeling your panties become more and more drenched the longer she worked in between your thighs. As much as you hoped she wouldn't, she certainly did notice the wet spot growing on your panties.

The tension in the room was thick, you could sense her peeking up at you every couple of minutes. The lust felt like it was about to consume you, you couldn't help but squirm under her touch; partly because of the pain from the tattoo, but mainly due to the ache growing between your legs.

"Fuck," you breathe out, feeling slightly defeated. This immensely attractive girl was placed between you, inches away from the one place you yearned for her to be. You didn't even really know her though, she was just some tattoo artist your friend recommended to you. You couldn't help but feel humiliated by how obviously turned on you were by her.

You felt her knuckles graze you again, this time there was definitely more pressure applied. It was subtle but noticeable.

The buzzing sound comes to a sudden halt. You lift yourself up on your elbows and look down at Ellie in confusion, watching her set her gun down before grabbing a wipe and cleaning the excess ink off your skin.

"Are you done already?" you ask, looking down at your piece, noticing how unfinished it looks.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." Ellie sighs, placing a bandage on your fresh tattoo and removing her gloves. After discarding the trash, she comes back and places her hand above your knee, looking up at you seductively. You felt your heart thump against your chest.

"I can come back later," you say softly, acting oblivious to her suggestive mannerisms. "I don't want you to leave," she responds, her hand slowly trailing up your thigh. She simultaneously makes her way on top of you until her face is inches away from yours, her thighs cradling you.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

She hovered over you, her eyes jumping across your features. The desperation in your eyes is evident to her. She had been studying your body language when she was tattooing you, trying to resist the urge to pin you down and fuck you the entire time. She knew you wanted her as bad as she wanted you, so she gave in to her desires.

Her hand travels down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response. "I couldn't help but notice how wet you were," she mutters, tilting her head slightly and watching you fall apart beneath her. Her eyes were dark, full of lust.

She slid her hand under your panties and slipped two of her fingers into your entrance with ease, causing you to audibly gasp. A moan escaped her lips at how snugly you fit around her. "mm fuck, you're so tight."

She pressed her lips to yours, the kiss was intense and passionate. You moaned against her lips as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of you, her thumb finding its way to your throbbing clit and rubbing circles against it.

She made her way down to your neck, sucking on the exposed skin. The pace of her thrust quickened, and you felt her knuckles slamming against your surrounding skin. A string of moans fell from your lips as you felt the tension wither from your body. Your moans and whimpers send vibrations to her lips, waves of bliss traveling through your body. She curved her fingers inside of you, causing you to jolt.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Ellie's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout. She bought her fingers to her mouth and sucked your juices off of them, humming while savoring the taste. She then snakes her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off and stuffing them into her jean pocket.

"Come here," she says, flipping over and pulling you on top of her. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen. "Come sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

She pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds collecting all the wetness you left for her.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against you. She sucked loudly on your clit, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You grind your hips against her mouth, holding onto the headboard for support. Your cries grew louder and louder as she increased her movements.

She placed her hands on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue. Unintelligible babbles left your mouth as she drew little shapes on your bundle of nerves.

"Ellie-" you cried, your thighs already shaking as she works her skilled tongue on you. She hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"Fuck, don't stop," you whine, your words slurred together as she continues to fuck you with her mouth. She managed to sneak her fingers into the mess, groaning at the way you clamp around her.

"You're almost there, cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips. "Just like that, you're doing so fucking good." she praises. Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Ellie's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

You pull yourself off of her, plopping down in the spot next to her. Both of you take a moment to catch your breath, sweat trickling down your faces. "How about we take a shower and then I finish your tattoo?" she asks, leaning towards you. "Sounds perfect." you smile, sitting up out of the bed and starting to make your way to the bathroom, your shy demeanor from before clearly absent. She lets out a chuckle at how eager you are, taking your hand and letting you guide her to the bathroom.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡

#i dont like this #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #wlw smut #lesbian smut #tlou smut #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us 2 #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams imagine

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octodussy · 2 years

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Made a needle felt mushroom at a free crafting class by my local wildlife refuge. Absolutely obsessed with needle felting for at least the next 2 days 🍄🍄🍄

#I’ll probably buy all the tools and then loose interest immediately but it was so fun #needle felting #mushroom #arts and crafts

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throttlegainwell · 2 months

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I'm not in any way a yarn snob and I feel the same about equipment--I think there's a use for everything and if something works for you, you like it, or it's just what you have access to/are comfortable purchasing, that's totally fine--but I will say, having dug out an old pair of Boye circular needles and some old Red Heart to make a short row test swatch for this sweater... holy shit I no longer feel guilty about the paltry sum of my own money that I've spent on tools and yarn I really enjoy working with, spread out over the course of an entire decade.

I've spent, like, a lot of what free time I've had in the past week knitting, and I barely even felt it. I spent less than an hour knitting with these needles and this yarn (not a good combination in itself, but still) and I am in literal pain. Very stark difference.

And the problem is not the needles or the yarn themselves! The problem is that the needles do not work for me and my body and my style of knitting, and the yarn in particular really works best in crochet projects (or at least when it doesn't have to slide over aluminum needles). But, like, wow. Resolved that guilt finally.

#knitting #adventures in sweater knitting #you know i think it's just been so long since i had to use those needles that i forgot #but oh wow what a difference #i feel so much better now about the handful of tools i've bought over the years #look i agonized over spending money on myself every single time i felt SO GUILTY

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xensilverquill · 10 months

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Amigurumi/Crochet Toy 101 + Resources

Noticed a couple folks in my tags mentioning that they wanted to learn or wished they knew how to crochet amigurumi. So here's a quick and dirty little how-to guide with resources I threw together? Hope it helps!

Tools + Materials

Crochet is one of those hobbies that is actually relatively cheap to get into. Here is a basic list of what you'll need to get started. You can find most of these at any craft store or even Walmart.

(1) Yarn (Required)

Yarns come in a variety of weights (sizes) and fibers. I recommend a soft, worsted weight acrylic yarn (indicated by a number "4" and "medium" on the yarn label) for your first few projects.

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(2) Crochet Hook (Required)

These come in a lot of sizes and styles, and what size you'll use will depend on your yarn weight and how tight you want your stitches to be. I'd recommend buying just one hook to start with rather than a larger set. Metal hooks with ergonomic rubber handles are easiest for beginners (and on your wrists longterm, lol). A 5.0 MM/Size H or a 4.50 MM/Size G works best for making amigurumi with worsted weight yarn.

(3) Polyfil/Stuffing (Required)

For stuffing your project.

(4) Yarn Needle (Required)

Most crochet projects require sewing to one degree or another. Yarn needles are distinguished from regular sewing needles by their larger size, larger eye, and blunter tip. Yarn needles may be straight, or they may be angled at the tip (i.e. a darning yarn needle).

(5) Scissors (Required)

Any sharp, medium-sized pair of scissors will do for cutting your yarn.

(6) Sewing Pins (Recommended)

For holding parts in place as you sew them on.

(7) Stitch Marker (Recommended)

Many amigurumi projects are worked in rows of continuous rounds, and stitch markers can be used to mark the beginning or end of these rounds. They can also be used to mark areas of interest in your project or to secure your project to keep it from becoming accidentally unraveled. I strongly reccomend getting split ring ones. Scrap pieces of yarn also work in a pinch as stitch markers.

(8) Counter (Recommended)

For keeping track of your rows as you work a pattern.

(9) Safety Eyes (Recommended)

Most amigurumi will require eyes of some sort. Safety eyes (you can find these in various sizes in the doll section of any craft store) will give your project a polished look, but you can also use buttons, felt, or even embroider the eye details on your amigurumi.

(10) Stuffing Stick (Recommended)

For getting your stuffing into hard-to-reach spots. A chopstick or wooden skewer works very well for this.

Basic Crochet Stitches + Amigurumi Techniques

Most crochet patterns are built from a few basic stitches. Before attempting any larger project, I recommend getting comfortable with these stitches by making a few small, flat pot holders out of each basic stitch. A lot of crochet is pure muscle memory and practice, and this is a great way to start.

There are also a few techniques specific to making amirugumi that will be helpful for you to know. You can find any number of free videos/tutorials online. Below are links to a few videos that I found helpful when I was learning to crochet.

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How to Make a Slip Knot

Single Crochet (+ Starting Chain and How to Count Stitches)

Half Double Crochet

Double Crochet

Triple Crochet

How to Keep Starting Chain from Twisting

Magic Ring

Ultimate Finish

Invisible Finish

Invisible Decrease

Beginner Amigurumi Patterns

These were the first three patterns I learned in the process of teaching myself how to make amigurumi. I recommend working them in the order they are listed. The first two links have step-by-step instructional videos and will help ease you into learning to read amigurumi patterns. All of these patterns are free, and there are many more free patterns out there as well. Have fun!

Amigurumi Ball

Amigurumi Whale

Amigurumi Stegosaurus

#crochet #crochetblr #amigurumi #tutorial #reference

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duskiers · 2 months

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Stitches of Fate

> percy jackson / apollo!reader

> In the quiet of Camp Half-Blood's infirmary, you carefully stitch up Percy Jackson's latest battle wound.

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In the dim light of the infirmary at Camp Half-Blood, you focused intently on the task at hand. Percy lay before you, his usually vibrant sea-green eyes dulled with pain. He had returned from a skirmish with a group of monsters, bearing a nasty gash along his side—

"I'm sorry if this hurts" you murmured, threading the needle once more. Healing was a gift passed down from your godly parent, but it required concentration and care, especially with injuries as severe as Percy's.

"It's okay" Percy assured, his voice laced with discomfort. "I've had worse. You're doing great."

You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to ease the tension. Percy was always putting others before himself, even when he was the one lying injured. You worked quietly, the only sounds in the room being the steady breathing of Percy and the occasional clink of medical tools.

"Just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new," you said, trying to sound confident. You were almost done, and the wound was looking much better, but the sight of Percy in pain tugged at your heartstrings.

Percy chuckled weakly, wincing slightly as he did. "I doubt I'll ever be as good as new, but I appreciate the optimism."

You tied off the last stitch, cutting the thread with a small snip. "There, all done. How do you feel?"

"Like I've been stitched up by the best," Percy replied with a grin, attempting to sit up. You gently pushed him back down.

"You need to rest" you insisted. "Healing takes time, even for demigods, even for you."

Percy's smile softened, his eyes locking with yours. "Thanks for taking care of me" he said, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest, a mix of relief and something deeper, something that had been growing for a while now. "You'll never have to find out." you responded, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, there was silence, a comfortable, charged silence that spoke volumes. You began to clean up the area, avoiding Percy's gaze, fearing your feelings were too transparent.

"Percy, you should get some rest now. You'll need your strength," you said, more to fill the silence than anything else.

"Yeah, you're right," Percy agreed, though he made no move to close his eyes, watching you instead.

As you turned off the light, leaving only a soft glow to illuminate the room, you glanced back at Percy. His eyes were closed now, a peaceful expression on his face. You knew there would be more battles, more injuries, but in this moment, there was only the quiet understanding that whatever the future held, you'd face it together.

#꒰ ঌ 🪧 ໒ ꒱#percy jackson comfort #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson x reader #percy x reader #how do you write an ending #🐟#apollo!reader #percy x apollo!reader

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brenbofen · 10 months

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Crazy boys get what they deserve~ ♥︎

Sub Dottore x Dom AMAB Reader

Part 2

Broadcaster Message - Haha, something about insane doctors being obsessed with their assistant is sooo so hot to me,,,, might turn this into a series if you guys like it, teehee.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Dottore, Yan/Possesive Dottore (?), Dom AMAB Reader, Injections/Needles, Aphrodisiac, Dub-Con, Probably OOC Dottore, Semi-Public Sex, Dottore tries to be Dominant but fails, Getting Caught, Size Diff, Reader is Dottore’s lab assistant, Tartaglia is there for like two paragraphs, Use of Sir (For both Dottore and Reader), Reader has a big dick and is taller than Dottore, Dacryphilia, Dottore calls reader dear, Virgin Dottore, Multiple Orgasms, Spit as Lube, Belly Bulge, Anal Fingering and Sex, Implied Overstimulation and Masochist Dottore, Let me know if I missed anything!

!! Not Proof Read !!

Dottore dug his nails into the fabric of his jacket, watching as Tartaglia leaned over you, the two of you giggling and chatting. Occasionally he would see Tartaglia rest a hand on your hip or turn to him and wink, Dottore doing everything in his power to not gouge the ginger’s eyes out so he couldn’t look at you anymore. He hated the sight of you laughing and enjoying a conversation with Tartaglia, you were his lab assistant, you shouldn’t even be speaking to the other man.

Eventually you bid Tartaglia goodbye, waving to him as you walked over to Dottore. You missed the way Tartaglia smirked at Dottore once you turned your back, Dottore was seething at the sight, how dare he think he could even breath the same air as you! Let alone have a conversation with you. Dottore gripped your wrist, pulling you back to his lab. You didn’t question it, you’d rather not have the man snap at you, possibly making you a guinea pig for his next experiment.

You both entered his lab, Dottore slamming the door shut and instructed you to sit in an empty chair. You obediently did so, folding your hands together as you watched Dottore rummage through his tools, fear bubbling in your chest when you saw him grab a needle. He grabbed a vial of something, hand obscuring the label on it, walking over to you and setting everything down. Even if he cared little for human safety, he made sure everything was sanitized with you, wiping your shoulder with an alcohol pad once he removed your heavy coat and shirt.

You hated to admit there was some form of care with how he treated you, quietly waiting for the alcohol on your skin to dry as he drew a thick liquid into his syringe, your discarded clothes folded neatly on a workbench. You watched the thick liquid spill down the syringe, a sickening hot pink filling it. You’d been injected with mystery liquids by Dottore hundreds of times in the past, but the way Dottore’s hands were practically shaking as he pinched your skin, his anger finally seeping through the cracks as he pressed the needle into your flesh made you tremble.

You remained in the chair as Dottore cleaned up, you felt antsy. Usually it was your job to clean up as Dottore moved onto his next project, but now he forced you to sit patiently, telling you he wanted the wait for the serum to take effect. Once Dottore finished cleaning he pulled a free chair over and sat in front of you, watching you carefully. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling an unbearable warmth taking the place of your fear, Dottore smiling as he watched you squirm at the feeling.

Your cheeks felt warm, a unbearable tightness forming in your pants. “Do you know what I injected into you?” Dottore mused, standing up from his seat to stand beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. His touch burned, the warmth shooting straight to your dick, sweat beginning to fall down your face. “N—no, sir.” You croaked out, digging your nails into your pants.

Dottore hummed, circling behind you, resting on his knees between your legs. “I put an aphrodisiac into your system.” He cooed at you, squeezing your thighs, grinning when you whined at his touch. “Needed to remind you who you belong to.” You looked at him confused, what did he mean? What did you do that upset him? Dottore noticed your confusion and frowned, “Don’t you remember, the way you were speaking to Number Eleven. Acting as if I wasn’t even in the room.” He stood up, supporting his weight by placing his hand on your thigh, the other wrapping around your neck.

You groaned at his touch, tears beginning to bead in your eyes. Everything was so overwhelming, your body felt like it was on fire, every little touch, every time Dottore’s hands grazed your skin made you feel like you were crumbling. “I’m— I’m sorry, sir.” You choked out your response, feeling Dottore’s hand tighten around your throat. “It’s far too late for that, my dear.” Dottore sighed, massaging your thigh, hearing strained whimpers and pleas spill from your lips. You weren’t sure when he sat in your lap, straddling your hips, hands on either side of your neck.

“If I help you, do you promise to never speak to those other men?” Dottore mused, smiling when you mumbled out a yes, fat tears running down your face. He removed your pants agonizingly slow, your hands trembling as you watched him finally get your belt off, lifting your hips to let him pull your pants down, He also took the time to strip himself, wearing only a thin sweater and his own undergarments.

Dottore licked his lips at the sight of your fat bulge, beginning to massage, taking in all your moans and whimpers. You were so sensitive, it honestly felt like you hadn’t been touched in years, your dick aching to be taken out of your boxers already. Dottore enjoyed seeing you like this, a whimpering mess for him to play with, in all honesty he never cared for human pleasures, often rolling his eyes at the thought. But if it meant he could keep you at his feet, he’d do anything.

Eventually he decided you had enough teasing, pulling your boxers down and letting your dick out. Dottore suppressed a gasp, watching your fat dick spring out of your boxers and press against your stomach. He glanced up at you, seeing you stare at him with half-lidded eyes, tears drying on your cheeks, moving your hand to tug at his boxers, “Could you, get these off?” You mumbled, leaning forward so you were face to face with Dottore, using a free hand to cup his face. He wanted to protest, scream at you for trying to order him around, but at the same time, he wanted you to use him, suddenly keenly aware of how much larger you were than him.

Your large hands tugging his undergarments low enough for his own dick to spring out, pressing against yours. You smiled at the sight of his dick, it was so much smaller than yours. Looking up at his pretty shocked face, you pulled his beaked mask up, kissing him roughly, beginning to stroke his dick. He groaned against your lips, gripping your arms tightly for some form of support. He’d never felt this way, the feeling of your hand engulfing his dick, tugging and pulling on it, sending waves of pleasure up his body, it drove him mad.

You used a free hand to pull his sweater down and begin to bite his neck. Dottore let out a shriek at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his flesh so hard he thought he would bleed. You continued to mark his neck and shoulders, Dottore thankful he wore a turtleneck everywhere, believing he could never live with himself if one of his subordinates saw him covered in hickeys and bite marks, but at the same time, there was this urge in the back of his head, telling him to wear the marks with pride, let everyone know he was yours and you were his.

Dottore looked down to see your hand still harshly pumping his dick, thumb grazing the tip every so often, smearing pre all over it. He didn’t know how to describe this feeling, warmth pooling in his stomach, twisting into a knot. He gripped your arms tightly, practically screaming as your wrung his orgasm out of him, his body trembling. Dottore felt tears form in his eyes, seeing his cum coat your hand and stomach.

He loved the feeling, cursing himself for never giving into his filthy fantasies, always pushing down his urges and never touching himself. He wished he’d done this ages ago.

You leaned back in the chair, watching Dottore come back down from his high. You idly licked your hand clean of his cum, Dottore noticing this out of the corner of his eye and feeling himself get hard again. The way you licked your fingers, wiping your lips clean of any of his fluids that may have gotten on your face, it made his mind feel fuzzy, almost as if he were the one under the influence of an aphrodisiac and not you.

You smiled at him, peppering soft kisses on his face. “You enjoy that?” You cooed, Dottore nodding dumbly, mumbling about how he wanted more. You laughed at this, ignoring how your cock twitched at his words, warmth pooling in your stomach. You lifted him up, carrying him over to an empty workbench. Thankfully it was clean, due to your need for everything to be sanitized and in order, which soon rubbed off on Dottore. You laid Dottore on his back, thinking of what to do with him.

You had so many ideas, the aphrodisiac that was still in your system fueling your desires. You hummed, bringing your fingers to Dottore’s lips, “Suck.” Dottore obeyed your command, swirling his tongue around your fingers, hands wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. When you decided he had coated your fingers enough you pulled them from his mouth. You guided Dottore so you had better access to his hole, circling it with your thumb.

“Gonna put my fingers in, that alright?” As much as you wanted to fuck him so rough he would forget his own name, you knew this was Dottore’s first time and at least wanted to ease him to that point. Dottore nodded, pushing his hips in an attempt to force your fingers in. You laughed at his efforts, sliding your index finger in, followed by your middle finger soon after.

Dottore cried out at the feeling, but still pressed his hips against you, trying to pull your fingers deeper into him. You cooed at him, kissing his abdomen and chest as you began to slide your fingers in and out of him, making scissoring motions.

“Mmphmm— Sir, that feels so good—“ Dottore moaned when you jammed your fingers into him, you didn’t mean to, but the use of sir just made you lose it. You pulled your fingers out of his hole, Dottore crying at the loss, but watching intently as you lined your dick up with his hole.

You pressed your tip against his hole, slowly pressing deeper into him. Dottore felt tears prickling in his eyes as you filled him up, the feeling of your fat dick stretching him out, forcing his body to fit to your size. He pressed his hand to his mouth, biting down to muffle his moans, anyone could walk in, the lab was always unlocked and most of the other Harbingers just barged in without knocking. He was trying so hard to not scream, not draw any attention to his corner of the Zapolyarny Palace.

You massaged his hips as you bottomed out, giving Dottore a moment to get used to your full length in him. It was so hard to not pound into him ruthlessly, the aphrodisiac slowly chipping away at your will, refusing to leave your system until you came. Dottore saw the large lump forming in his stomach from your dick, running a hand over it. It made him wonder truly how deep you were in him, how wide had your length stretched him out.

You slowly rocked your hips, Dottore gasping at the feeling. You continued to hold his hips, occasionally rubbing them to help Dottore when you would speed up your thrusts. Eventually though, you stopped caring, harshly thrusting into Dottore, digging your nails into his hips.

Dottore was clawing at the sleek metal table beneath him, trying to find any kind of support. He didn’t care about muffling his moans, the only thought on his mind was your dick.

You continually rammed into his prostate, Dottore throwing his head back as he screamed, back arching in an attempt to feel more of you. He never thought this would feel so good. He could feel himself losing his grip on reality, becoming drunk off your cock, unaware of the door to his lab opening.

Tartaglia hear screams emanating from Dottore’s office and couldn’t help himself from walking in, wanting to see whatever Dottore’s latest project was. What he didn’t expect was to see Dottore sprawled out on a table, you hovering over him as you pounded into him. You glanced over and saw Tartaglia watching the two of you, absolutely dumbfounded. You pressed a finger to your lips, grinning at him as you told him to keep quiet. Tartaglia just awkwardly nodded, trying to ignore the warmth on his cheeks and tightness in his pants as he slipped away.

You turned back to Dottore as if nothing happened, reaching forward to tug on his pretty blue hair so he was looking at you. “You- Fuckk- You enjoying this?” You cooed, Dottore nodded, babbling praises, moans cutting off his words. “Thank you, s-sir!” He cried out, tears spilling over his face, red eyes glazed over.

You felt your stomach coiling, your orgasm was so close. You groaned, placing your hands on either side of Dottore, thrusting into him as fast as you could, just wanting to cum already. Dottore was crying and hiccuping, body burning as he reached his second orgasm, suddenly feeling the pleasure twisting into pain. He didn’t recognize this feeling and for some reason he liked it, sharp pain shooting through his body with your every thrust, hearing you mumble out soft apologies. He liked being treated like a porcelain doll, he wondered if this was how The Ballader felt.

You hissed once you finally came, feeling the aphrodisiac leaving your system as you stuffed Dottore full of your cum. He groaned at the feeling, warmth enveloping him. You both sat there for who knows how long, panting as you both came down from your highs. Dottore sat up, hissing at the pain in his hips. You glanced up at him before pressing your face into his shoulder.

“You enjoy that?” Dottore nodded, leaning against you. “Thank you, sir.” Dottore laughed at your statement, patting you on the back. “Help me clean up.” He stated bluntly, wobbling as he jumped off the table, clinging to you for support. “Sit down, I’ll clean up, alright?” Dottore nodded, not really having any intention of actually helping you.

He watched as you moved around the room, slowly slipping his clothing back on, admiring your body silently.

The next day many of his subordinates and fellow Harbingers noticed how he limped, constantly making sure the collar of his turtleneck never fell, and was clinging to you for support, of course, no one dared question him.

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