#been trying to do more small dribbles and stuff

[sunshiline-writes]

Whumpee's who don't know how to give up. They just keep fighting, they keep talking back. They scream that they'll never be broken.

Why? Because they have nothing to lose. They've lost everything already, home, family, friends. All they have is the fight. It's a type of control. They fight because it is all they know how to do. The gentle words and touches from Caretaker isn't enough to stop them from fighting even them. They kick and scream and snarl. Caretaker tries to convince them they don't have to fight anymore.

The only response is a plate being thrown at their head.

#whump scenario #whumpblr #sunshine writes whump #feral whumpee #caretaker #just a thought I've had floating around in my head #been trying to do more small dribbles and stuff #I like the idea of whumpee having to really WANT to learn that they can be calm and trust people

[dollwritesarchive]

random thot if you want to write something:

riding Jason so slowly that he gets mad and starts to pound u from below so hard all u can do is hold on and cry~~~

hehehe you know the way to my heart, lovebug 🥰

warnings: this is a dark fic. noncon, gun kink, black mask’s daughter!reader, name calling ( both ), manhandling, threats against reader, videotaping, post facial, dacryphilia, degradation, Jason’s overall very mean

from the moment the camera had been angled towards you, the Red Fucking Hood had made your life hell.

you’d known he was after your father— you’d eavesdropped on plenty of meetings. Black Mask was more and more frustrated by the destruction of the criminal empire he’d built. The Red Hood was tearing it down.

still, you thought the new security detail, the extra beefy and armed men in black masks and suits would be enough to protect you. surely Red Hood wouldn’t bother taking on a small legion, would he?

much to your dismay, he would. he did. and you were the spoils for the victor.

“We’re going to make a movie for your daddy. Show him what a good time his little princess is having with The Red Hood while he’s hiding like a pussy.” you thought he’d beat you. torture you. it’s what you’d come to expect from the cutthroat criminals in Gotham, but he’d taunted you instead. bent you over the table and made you talk to the camera, to your father, tell him that you belonged to Red Hood now while he held your hips, grinding his into yours from behind.

he’d mocked you for whining when he tore your clothes; the tattered dress still hangs off your figure in strips of thousand dollar bandage, but your panties had been nearly completely shredded and stuffed in your mouth to shut you up, he’d said. “You’re so much cuter when you’re not running that cocksucker.” he hissed in your ear when he grabbed you by the throat. the mask he wore rubbed against your tear-streaked cheek and muffled his voice, but the snarl in it sent shivers up your spine. “When I want it open, I’ll stuff my dick in it.” and he had.

“We’re gonna have to train that throat of yours.” he’d said when his gloved palm came down firm on the back of your head, pushing your forehead into his belt buckle. you gagged, and he’d actually laughed at you for it. “That too much for you, Princess?” you nodded, hoping he would ease up, but he only bucked his hips more forcefully, until you were seeing double, strangled cries of panic dying deep in your throat as he fucked it. “That’s too bad. You’re going to take it.”

you were facefucked dumb and gasping for breath, drool and tears mixing into a salty cocktail when he painted your face. he even had you force a smile for the camera with his cum dribbling from your chin. “Fuck you.” it was the only two words your empty brain could manage, and even then, you choked on it, lips stretched wide over your teeth.

still, it had thoroughly pissed off Jason, who grasped your throat with his gloved hand and pulled you close, his snarl muffled behind the mask. “Listen very carefully,” he’d started, squeezing your windpipe until you were gagging silently, “I’m going to fuck that rotten attitude right out of you. You hear me? You’re gonna be my little breeding bitch by the time we’re done, and daddy dearest is going to watch the whole thing.” he’d then turned to the camera, looking at it, and even though his expression was hidden, you had a feeling he was smirking behind that damn mask.

you tried to remember that you were thankful he’d scooped you into his lap, because at least then you didn’t have to stare into the blinking, red light recording every second of your decimation any longer. braided cord binding your wrists, your panties shoved back into your mouth, but you were trying to catch your breath, drooling cum and spit down your chin and on to your breasts when he perched you right on his hard cock. you whimpered, back arching. your body wants to reject the entry, pull yourself up and collapse on the floor instead, but with one hand tight on your hip and the other holding on to the grip of the pistol in your face, you’ve no choice but to accept his offering, sliding down with a pathetic mewl.

“So fucking wet,” he growled with lusty delight, “you enjoying this, too, whore?” you try your best to shake your head, eyebrows furrowed, but when he pushes you body down, forcing you to take him all, your vulgar squeal tells a different story. “That’s it, just enjoy it. You might as well, right? Nobody’s coming to save you.” you stall against his belt, filled to the brim with outlaw cock, and you glare at him with wet eyes, lashes sticking together. “Why would they? Look at you,” he continues, wickedly using the barrel of the handgun to tilt your chin upwards, “messy little thing, sitting on a stranger’s cock. Hell, I even roughed you up and you’re still fucking soaked. Go ahead and ride, show your daddy. I know you know how.”

you’re furious. you hate him, but you brace your palms against his chest, rolling your hips slow as you raise and lower yourself. his size wasn’t the easiest to take, and he was right — you were roughed up. tired. if he would just let you ride your own pace…

Red Hood groans from behind his mask, a bored groan, and drags his gun along the shape of your breasts, “That all you got?” he demands with an incredulous scoff, “‘S fucking pathetic.” your fingers twitch, splayed out against the expanse of his chest, but you want to dig your nails in, to draw blood to the surface.

fuck him.

you try to ignore him, rocking your hips slow, falling into a pleasurable rhythm for you, and your eyes close as you release a muffled, sultry moan.

but that clearly wasn’t enough for the Red Hood, that drops his gun on the desk, bracing his boots on the floor. “I gotta do every little fucking thing for you, don’t I?” both, strong fists curl around your hips and lock you to him, hilt deep again, so your back arches in protest of being so full.

“Yrr…. Frcking…Rshool…” you groan, words barely comprehensible through your gag, but he seems to understand perfectly, because his grip tightens, and without warning, his hips piston, ramming up into your poor body with all the strength he could muster. “FRCK!” your voice, broken and hoarse, dies in the lingerie stuffed in your mouth in hapless screams as he pounds away, fucking you like he wanted to break you in half, and you suspected he did.

“There. We. Go.” he grunts, in time to punctuate each time his tip slams against your cervix, “Those are the sounds I want to hear, sing for me, whore!”

you push against his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks to mix with the cum and spit already smeared over your countenance; but you weren’t entirely sure you wanted him to stop. you could feel, with each brutal thrust, that he was hitting a need, deep in your belly. the need to be used like this. fucked like a breathing fleshlight, abused. your screams began to morph into moaning, needy, and instead of pushing him away, you were trying to hold on to his chest, keep him close, walls spasming as they milked him.

“Look at you,” he breathes, hips slamming into yours as hard as you thought physically possible, “squirming and moaning, about to cum on my cock. You were a filthy whore long before I came along, weren’t you?” you shake your head, indignant, but you really just wanted to contradict anything to come out of his mouth out of spite, your eyes are rolling around in their sockets, head empty, you weren’t even sure you’d really heard a word he’d said, his cock dumbing you into a state of brainless bliss. “Don’t lie to yourself anymore, only true whores go completely airheaded on a dick like you. You’re so close to cumming, aren’t you? I bet that tummy’s churning, and you want me to blow your back out so fucking bad—“

you’d started to nod. even though you didn’t want to, even though you wanted to pretend you hated the way he plowed into you until you were aching, you couldn’t help but actually nod. you were so close, hanging on by a thread, your legs starting to tense and shake. the same velocity and power for just a moment more would’ve thrown you into a whirlwind of bliss.

Jason knows that, and that’s why he shoves you off of his lap.

with an embarrassing squeak of disapproval, followed by several, muffled “no”s and “please”s, you collapse like a jiggling, bowl of jelly on the floor on your side, unfulfilled. your orgasm was soiled, leaving you frustrated and shivering, sensitive. Red Hood places the sole of his boot against your ass and gives it a shove when you try to get to your feet, where your arms and legs give out and you end up back on your face and knees in the floor.

“I didn’t say we were done, bitch.” he hissed, and you heard the mechanic whirring as he takes the hood from his head. looking up from your place on the ground, you see his face for the first time; you’re amazed at just how gorgeous he is. “I’m gonna fuck you over and over, until that pussy is so sensitive you scream when I even touch it,” he’s grinning, clear eyes sparkling with carnal delight, and he pushes himself to his feet, giving your ass a swat while he talks. you whimper, cowering as close to the floor as you can, “I’m going to force you right to the edge, but you’re not going to cum a single fucking time. You thought you were giving me alligator tears before,” Jason grabs hold of a fistful of your hair and lifts your head up, angling to the camera again so he can kiss your cheek, his tongue swirling over the mess, “I’m going to fuck you into madness, and then drop your ass off on Arkham’s doorstep, babbling and broken.” he takes a moment to wink at the camera, before turning you to face him for the first time, using his free hand to pry the gag from your mouth.

“N—no, please,” you whine, batting wet lashes up at him. “Please… I’ll be good. Don’t take me to Arkham.”

Jason laughs, “You’re lucky I’m letting you live at all. Don’t you know who the fuck I am?” he was right; you knew all about the Red Hood, and how many criminals he’s killed. “Don’t worry, slut, I’ve got a couple of connections up there. The only person with a key to your room will be me. I’ll come check in regularly enough to fuck your head back empty again, keep you a silly, little fuck sleeve so you don’t even notice you’re locked up.”

#jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood imagine #red hood smut #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #robin imagine #robin smut

[kuroosdarling]

[1:13 AM] — ༉‧₊˚.

‎ft suna rintaro !

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI! highly, highly suggestive (it’s smut but they don’t rlly get to the good stuff lmfao!), just a lil unedited drabble lmfao !

this was the problem with staying at your parents over the holidays. there was never a chance for any privacy — family constantly filtering in and out of the house all hours of the day. some even going as far to stay the night to sleep off their overindulgences.

it hardly left a moment alone with suna. after being here for 3 days, he couldn’t stand it anymore. not while the two of you were holed up in your childhood bedroom with almost everyone else in the house fast asleep.

granted, most of the nights so far, the two of you were too socially drained to do anything too mischievous but suna was pent up. it had been three whole days since he felt your intimate touch. he couldn’t do it anymore. and he knew you felt the same.

so that’s how you ended up here.

“shhh.” you whisper as you cover sunas mouth with the palm of your hand, his hot breath tickling against you. he shifts his weight over you before you remove your hand. even horizontally, he towers over you, making you feel small under his hold. “you know we can’t. my parents are practically down the hall.”

“baby please. it’s been three days.” the sound he let out was almost a borderline whine, but you knew better. frustration seeps through him, coating him in an absolute need to take you, to have you come undone around him.

his cock was pressed up against your thigh, slowly inching its way to where you need it most. he couldn’t help but grind against you, chasing the sensation and seeking more friction. his fingers grip tighter into your waist.

“we have to be really quiet.” you start to give in, his hand snaking it’s way to rub your clit through your already drenching panties. he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours. “like really, really quiet.”

“really, really quiet.” he whispers his confirmation before kissing you fiercely. you moan into his mouth on instinct, too caught up in the way his plush lips feel against yours. he pulls back with a shit-eating grin, one that shone through the dark room. “shhh.”

his mocking tone had no right sounding so hot. you pout against his lips, pulling him back in for a deeper one — trying to explore the mouth you were all too familiar with.

“fine.” you submit, grabbing onto his lower back to move him further into you. the sudden change is too much for him — his head falls into the crook of your neck, the groan vibrating against your skin as his cock slips between your thighs. “just behave yourself.”

“i always do princess. you’re the one that can never keep quiet.” he murmurs into your skin, trying to keep his voice as low as possible. he peppers kisses along your neck before working his way back up to your lips, slotting his against yours.

the room was getting too hot — suna starts rolling his hips against you, his cock deliciously pressed up against your clit. his heavy panting filling your ears and dizzying your head. desperation clouded your minds to the point where you almost couldn’t bother to stop grinding against each other to get undressed.

“i wish we were alone right now.” you whisper, trying to fight back the soft whimpers that lodge themselves in your throat. “you feel s’good.”

“i know, i wanna hear all your pretty little noises. wanna hear you sing for me.” he swipes your underwear to the side, dragging a finger through your glistening folds before pushing it in. you keen as your back arches. his other hand shoves his boxers down a bit just so he can fish out his aching cock, precum already dribbling down the sides of his length. “but, sneaky sex is the best sex, babe. just let me show you.”

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[pervertedreams]

— on your way home from nancy’s house you get caught in the rain, eddie’s house is a way closer walk. your bestie is a perv, fortunately you don’t mind. ( afab!reader, fem!reader, slight perv!eddie, ig perv!reader, thigh riding, kissing, creampie, fingering, cum eating, riding) 18+

the knock on his door physically feels brutal, your skin is soaked and weak and the clothes clinging to your body is weighing you down heavy. it’s feels like forever when he finally answers the door. and just as you expected as you were walking up the steps, he was gawking, almost automatically. eyeing you up and down like an animal to his prey, you’re pretty sure he didn’t even notice he was doing it. it’s like a natural reaction with him and his perversions.

it’s the beginning of spring which can always be super switchy, all day it had been sunny, actually quite warm if you’re being honest. you thought shorts and a t-shirt was you best bet. it was at first but when it came pouring down on your walk back home, you were sadly mistaken. but eddie on the other hand was having a blast.

the way your sopping wet clothes stuck to you like glue, wrinkles clinging tightly against your skin, exposing every curve you had. even ones he hadn’t noticed before. your shirt was so wet it had become see-through, and the wind that had been blowing for the past hour didn’t help your case. chest sitting pretty, nipples perky, he could even see your areola. and you shorts clung even tighter, the outline of your pussy lips sucking in the fabric that was attached to it had his dick already stirring in his pants. water droplets still dripping down your delicious frame. he was unfortunately ripped from his thoughts thanks to you snapping at him, literally.

“are you gonna let me in, or do i need to give you more time to stare at my tits?” you snap, placing a hand on his stomach to push him inside. “is that an offer?” his grin is wide, but he brings you a warm towel anyways, wrapping it over your shoulders. your roll your eyes, biting back the smirk that started pulling at your lips.

“i’ll run you a bath, you can find some clothes in my room.” you can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants right before he turns around, but decide not to make a comment on it. yet.

eventually you go through his broken drawers, clothes falling over the sides of the open drawer from him not folding. eventually you find a band tee and shorts you can wear for the night. the two of you already met silly agreed that you’d be staying the night.

by the time eddie ran the bath you were already naked with just the towel he gave you. his eyes immediately shoot up towards the ceiling, heart jumping at the sudden sight. your were fully wrapped properly, towel hanging sloppily against your body. he would see a good portion of your boob and the side of your hip, the tent in his pants only growing bigger. you pretend you don’t notice it as you walk pass him. “so dramatic.” is the last thing you say before you enter the bathroom. you know exactly what you’re doing when you ‘accidentally’ brush your damp shoulder past his, and he can’t help but try and get one more quick glimpse of you slightly exposed body when you finally go in.

it’s only been a few minutes, eddie is on his bed pressed up against the headboard, blanket poorly covering up the lewd scene of his dick in his hands. his spit dribbles over his tip and knuckles, slick cock making the nastiest of sounds when he starts to jerk at his girth. pinned up pleasure immediately releasing with only a few strokes, he fights the urge to lull his head back when he hears a small, “eddie?” he can feel his heartbeat in his throat as he scrambles to stuff his cock back in his underwear, rushing himself to the bathroom. and if it wasn’t bad enough you had the door and curtain open.

breasts on full display, wet hair droplets falling down the valley of your chest, and of it weren’t for the soap suds he added he would’ve had a perfect view of your pussy. “uh yeah- huh? what’s up?” he’s stammering, face completely flushed, hands clutching to the fabric of his pajamas pants right next to his groin. he knows you know, he looks to obvious. and with the small grin stretched on your lips he had to be right.

“you never gave me a dry towel. i can’t use the one you gave me before, it’s soaked.” you cock your head to the side, poking your bottom lip out with a faux pout. voice pinched up in a whiney voice, just to make him crazier. you aren’t stupid, outside of the sounds of you sloshing in the water, your could hear his panting and cries all the way from here. he probably didn’t even notice he was that loud, but with the way he came tumbling into the bathroom you decided to play dumb.

“shit, sorry doll. got a little distracted y’know?” he’s reaching in some closet near him, searching for a decent towel, “a little caught up.” he continues.

your grin grows wider, “with what?”

you can see his body physically pause, before he quickly turns around with your towel, he silent as he hands it to you, and nearly moans when your wet hand grazes his. you watch how his adams apple bobs when he swallows, searching for the perfect excuse to save himself.

“we’ll y’know, gaming campaigns and stuff. somebody’s gotta do it.” he shrugs, and nervous laugh exacting his lips. you hear a small ‘fuck’ when you stand up from the bath water, covering yourself up with the towel before eddie’s eyes can truly wonder.

“you’re killing me.” is the only thing he says as he walks back into his empty room. you’re following right after him, towel still wrapped tightly around your body. you placed the clothes he gave you on the back of one of his junk chairs. at this point he’s not sure wether to turn around or stare. you’re completely naked in his room, towel now being used to dry your hair.

you can’t help but snicker as he sits in his awkward position, looking at the ground.

“you can look eddie, i don’t mind.” you hold your breath, fighting to giggle when he takes in a shakey sigh. he pulls his gaze away from the ceiling, face completely flushed when he finally looks at you. it’s almost like you can hear his heart beat, the only sound coming from him is his shallow breath and the way the wood beneath him creaks each time he bounces his leg. you’re finally walking towards him, body naturally swaying with each step, and his dick is crying to be let out. blood rushing straight to his shaft as his body grows warmer and warmer. “jesu christ.”

you ‘innocently’ cock your head to the side in faux confusion, “what’s making you so nervous. it’s not like you didn’t see this coming eventually.” you shrug. you’re only a few feet away from him, but close enough to place your damn hands on his clothes chest. the feeling of his heart racing makes the buzz between your legs grow stronger, the power you have over him only makes you wetter.

he swallows his thoughts down, searching for the right words to say but his brain goes completely blank when you’re tugging at the ends of his band tee, shrugging his shirt off his body. and he happily helps, stretching his arms over his head. “i know about the box.” you blurt out, and he feels as though he’s gonna have a heart attack.

he’s collecting a box of your precious belongings for him to store in his closet, he assumed no one would ever find it considering his closet is a mess, but you must’ve caught him slipping.

hair bows, hair clips, socks used to jerk his weeping cock into along with your oh so delicate panties, jewelry, lip gloss, stockings, photos he’s taken if you, changing, walking home, anything you could think of almost was in that box. even the box was yours, you’d bought a new pair of shoes, invited eddie over to show them off. next thing you know the box you planned on using for storage was gone.

he immediately begins apologizing, trying his best to explain himself, but he’s quickly cut off with your wet lips on his. the two of you moving and swaying in sink, you’re now sitting of his lap. clit bumping deliciously on his jean clad thigh, you can’t help but rock your hips against him, rough jeans giving you the perfect friction. you can feel in your gut, head rolling back, pretty moans and whines escaping your lips, and eddie’s mesmerized. you latch on to the back of his neck, fighting the urge to pick up the paste you slow down, finally gaining eye contact with him again. “i turns me on.”

“the box?” your words surprise him, that was the last thing he was expecting to hear, but what else could you be referring too?

“mhm, your obsession with me. you’re sick.” you breaths are airy and shallow, your hips stutter against his thigh as you fight the urge to chase your orgasm. eddie is struggling just as much little do you know, dick pushing harder and harder at his zipper, his hip ever so lightly bucking up into yours. your words play over and over again.

you’re sick you’re sick you’re sick

he snaps out of his thoughts when your movements come to a halt, you’re pushing at his chest again, guiding him to lay flat on his bed. the swallows thickly when he sees you inching up closer and closer to his face. you waste no time, hovering over his mouth, slowly placing yourself down on his face. a sigh of relief goes through your body, and you’re already picking up where you left off, fucking yourself into eddie’s mouth. his plump nose catching your clit every time. your grip on his hair is lethal, hips rolling back and forth to get closer to your fix. you needed this, the both of you did. the pinned up exhale tension has been building up for ages, and you finally get to let it out on him, the thrust of your hips getting heavier and faster.

eddie’s a weeping mess, moaning and crying into your puffy lips, brain is fogging up with the way he’s loosing himself between your legs. eyes screwed shut, his hips pathetically fucking the air trying to get any relief he can, but the restraints makes me harder. he loves it. he’s addicted to you and your smell, your aura, the way you fuck him, the way you subtly dominate him. those thoughts alone has him cumming in his pants, soiling his underwear. he’s panting and crying, sucking and lapping all at the same time. his head shaking back in forth not only cause he’s already pushy drunk, but he needs to taste you, needs to get you to cum in his mouth. and it’s working, you can feel it building up in you abdomen, that tight ball of nerves holds your orgasm in place as your thrust become less calculated and sloppy. pathetically chancing your high when you fuck eddie’s face harder.

one specific thrust does just enough to throw you over the edge, quite cries as you form your lips around eddie’s name, your orgasm knock the air out of your lungs with the way you’re panting. yet eddie’s still sucking at your swollen clit, it’s not enough for either of you, still needing more. you give each other no more than a minute to get yourself together before you’re already hovering over his red tip. hard and angry, you watch it twitch with anticipation before you’re slowly sinking yourself onto him.

ecstasy knocks the wind out of him when his soft head is nuzzled between your lips. mouth agape, bottom lip hanging low and heavy with lust. his cheeks, lips and tip are all the same color of dark pink. you’re only fucking the tip, you wanna watch him struggle and fall apart, the way his eyes roll to the back of his head, his whimpers getting more desperate.

you finally fully sink yourself onto him, lips stretching over his girth. never breaking contact when you start to bounce up and down. slick thighs slapping loudly against him, all it does is push him closer and closer to wear he was before. you didn’t think it could get any bigger but you swear you feel his dick growing inside you.

“call me sick.” he blurts. you snap your head of from its previous position, but decide not to dwell on his statement to much.

“you’re fucking disgusting, you sick pervert. spying on me to take photos. you’re gross.” you snap, voice sharp and heavy. but still sort of whiney.

and eddie’s losing it. hands coming down on your hips to still you, he’s fucking up into you sloppily, simple’s losing him mind beneath you, the way your clenching down on him, lips so warm and inviting. snug just how he likes it. he’s swirling in pure, raw pleasure the way he’s bucking his hips, whines ripping raw from his throat. you’re like a wet dream come to life. you are a wet dream come to life.

you throw yourself forward, latching your lips against his. you can feel your orgasm approaching again, and he’s drinking in every moan and whimper you leave on his lips, greedily. nails digging harder into the flesh of you ass being the only thing he has to keep himself grounded. you could almost smell his orgasm approaching. you choke and pants as his speed grows, latching onto his chest for stability. he’s getting sloppier and sloppier by the second, the sloshing sounds growing louder that faster he fucks you. you clit aches with the way his thumbs been swiveling around it.

it’s torture with the way you’ve been holding off, you can smell the musk off him, only dragging you in deeper. and just when you least expect it, he’s spilling his seed i side you. warm ropes of cum burning inside you, it triggers you just enough to finally cum, pussy swelling around his girth, swallowing him further. eddie’s a sweaty mess, crying for you to stop bucking your hips. “fuck, i can’t — m’cant take it.”

you finally pull yourself off of him, the squelch of his cock being pushed out makes you clench. you push yourself back into the bed, resting between his knees. your gaze on him doesn’t break when you spread your lips apart, his cream colored cum dribbling down your cunt.

“you should take a picture.” and he does just that, lazily reaching his body over to his bedside table for his polaroid. one eyes squinted as he looks through the camera lens. you look fucked out and spent, and so does he. once the picture is taken, your fucking his cum back into your cunt. swiveling and fucking yourself onto your hands, reaching back as far as you can. eddie’s dick jumps at the way it sounds when you pull your fingers out of your sopping cunt.

you’re now on your knees, ring and middle finger in his face. you tell him to suck, and he wastes not time in wrapping his heart-shaped lips around your digits and sucking his cum off. you smile cynically at his high-pitched whine.

“put that in your box pervert.”

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[privitivium]

helllooo again,, sooooo ive been rlly into tattoos and stuff lately and it got me thinkin

stressed!tattoo artist!ftm! reader x softdom S/O

like reader has to take off of work early because he had just dealt with a rlly rude/obnoxious customer and it just really overwhelmed him so he went home to his lovely S/O and after telling them about his day S/O decides to help reader relax by some fluffy oral, fingering, sex (doesnt matter!!) promising they'll do the work and for reader to just 'let go' and relax :3 maybe a small part of some aftercare for good measures hehe

love ur works!!! <3

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thanks silly. The rambles.......

softdom boyfriend x tattoo artist ftm reader.. oral - fingering, overstimulation - aftercare.

home early? obviously, this causes some curiosity to spark from your lovely boyfriend who was off today... prodding you gently for the reasoning - you sick? you feel bad? whats up? then having to explain, some fucking - person, just pissed you off to the max today. clearly, you didn't want to get into the details just then... your loving, darling boyfriend nodding in understanding, kissing you in consolation before offering a little something more,,

his hands, dotted in your own creations by needle dipping inward and curling so deliciously inside you - the overwhelming amount of care and affection you felt, loved - as he curls his fingers while lapping his tongue and sucking on your exposed puffy clit... your legs clenching around his head - not that he seemed to mind, it was a huge motivator!! burying his face deeper, sucking and indulging himself in the flavor and feeling of your folds before he reminds himself that this was for you, not him... trying to take it slow - savor it... before you were pleading him to go faster... just as he was. yeah, no problem babe... continuing without stopping for a quick breather - such a trooper; drawing out orgasm after orgasm til your legs were trembling and your hands were tugging at his hairㅡ

"mmh..." he drones, "there you go... hmm? yeah, you feeling better?" he coos, pulling away the cup of lovely iced water from your lips, gently dabbing away the excess that dribbled down your chin... eyes glazed and fucked out of your mind - orgasm after orgasm... yeah, you guess you're feeling alright... nothing a lil soak cant make better... which your darling boyfriend draws for you... petting your hair as he sits at the side of the tub, humming praises and keeping you company. hnngh.

#x male reader #male reader #x sub male reader #sub male reader #dom male character #* ( 🍸 ) !!!

[heartfullofleeches]

what about reader who's poor and works at 2 jobs, then the worshipper god saw their situation and surprised them with wealth?

"Just a minute!"

Trays of food in hand, you race around the small dinner; giving each table its order. You drop a check off at one, nearly losing balance of the second plate as another customer shouts for your attention elsewhere. The restaurant was packed; a blame mainly to be put on some event in town. You were the only one currently on the wait staff as your other coworker was taking their break and the called in sick.

You hurry over to the customer. From the redness of their face- something tells you this won't be good.

"What can I do for you?"

"Does this look like tea to you?" The customer shows you their mug filled with a murky liquid. Hot chocolate.

"I'm so sorry about that. I'll go get that changed for you.-" You grab the cup, but they place their hand over yours before you can take it.

"You wouldn't have to be sorry if you did your job right. I've waited six minutes for you to come, and I want a discount for the wasted time."

You purse your lips. "I'll see what I can do about that..."

"Pardon me? I believe you have my drink."

You look behind you. A hooded figure stands holding another mug and looking at the customer. They don’t meet your gaze; shying away from it if you saw correctly. They place it on the table.

"I have your tea. It was sent to me by a simple mistake. This establishment is filled to the brime and they are only one person so give them a break. Drink it."

The customer huffs. "I'm not drinking that! Your fingers have been all over it and its probably cold."

The figure leans in. "Drink it."

The customer's eyes turn cloudy. They pick up the mug and down the tea; half of the filling their mouth and half splattering over their shirt. In a sudden change of demeanor, the stranger offers you a shy smile.

"May I?"

You nod. You don't remember seeing them at any table - but you weren't going to complain.

"Thank you." The figure picks up the hot chocolate. They bring the cup to their mouth; hands shaking more vigorously the closer they get to their lips. Their body relaxes when they touch the rim; an indirect touch between them and your hand. Bliss before they even took a sip.

They finally start to drink. The chocolate is like warm now, but drinking it warms their spirit like a cosy fire. It was just cheap store bought stuff, but they treat it like it was the finest brand in the world. They consume every drop, licking the porcelain to get that remaining dribble. What an interesting experience.

"Marvelous...."

Just then, your coworker walks from the back; notebook in hand. "Yo, Y/n! It's your turn to take a break."

Thank God.

"Coming!"

You walk past the figure and head to the back; their eyes trained on your shrinking form.

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You walk outside the backdoor and sit on the porch. There's no breakroom, so this was the only place you could do to get the smell of burnt eggs out your nose. The back alley was cold and bleak. As depressing as it sounded, this was the highlight if your day. You grab your phone, checking the schedule of your second job. That shift started only fifteen minutes after this one ended. You were exhausted, but desperately needed the cash.

You lean back; head against the worn metal door and eyes pointed at the sky. How long would your life be like this? You've been stuck in dead in jobs for the better part of five years now. At least you have enough to cover bills, but there wasn't much left after that. You just need one break - other than the one you're currently on.

"E- excuse me?'"

You look ahead. A person stands over you. You recognize them by the sound of their voice; hood pulled back. Strange marks lined the left half of their face. You try not to look at them. They make your head hurt.

"I am at an understanding that you are low on funds, and wish to provide aid."

"I'm not sure how you know that, but I'm not sure there's any other service I can give you aside from some soggy waffles."

"Oh! No. I do not require any exchange. I've heard that your kind gives its currency to their idols without expecting much in return, and I want to do the same. I believe this can be used for monitory value."

The stranger extends their arms; the skin pulling away to reveal a small void in place of their veins. Galaxies swirl within the folds of their flesh. A single gold coin falling into your apron. You pick it up to look at it. Out falls another, and another; the shower continuing until your lap is completely filled with gold to the point that it's spilling over the streets. You attempt to catch it all; brain in shock, but able to function well enough to tell you to as such. The deity bows before you.

"I hope this is enough to earn your favor for the time being. My only prayer is that you live a fulfilling life so I can bask in the afterglow of your happiness. I shall take my leave to avoid stealing more of your time. Thank you again, my grace."

They vanish in a clash of white light. Leaving you alone in an alley with a small mountain of gold in your lap. Your body trembles as you process what just happened. You'll probably have to take the rest of the day off to recover.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #yandere fic #yandere god #Yandere entity #yandere teratophilia #Dea my oc

[kisabesworld]

love the idea of abby x gymrat! reader and fluffy gym sessions with them both comments on how sexy the other is and ass slaps after sets and encouraging each other to push out another rep and POST GYM SEX i am feral for abigail anderson.

I LOVE THIS OH MY GOD OH MY GODHSJSJDHSJDHB

lately, you’ve found yourself going to the gym for something other than working out. ever since you met the blonde woman who regulars there, you’d found yourself going to see her.

and who could blame you? she was perfect. muscles clear as she did her sets, practically begging you to stare. you barely paid any attention to your actual workout.

you both began talking shortly after your crush had developed, helping eachother out with your sets and giving tips on what worked best. she even playfully slapped your ass, saying something about how your glute workout was working like a charm.

your cheeks heated up, but you blamed it on your workout, keeping your cool and laughing along with her. god, if only she knew what you thought about her.

when your fingers were knuckle deep in your cunt, pillows muffling the sounds of your moans as you closed your eyes and imagined it was her fingers instead that were inside of you. that she’d be praising you like she did when you worked out, telling you you could take one more, just one more—

“hey, hey! just one more, come on!” you hear, waking you from your daydream.

“fuck—“ you say, accidentally dropping the weights you’d been lifting. “shit- i’m sorry abby. i was zoned out..” you apologize, more ashamed you were thinking of her that way when she was right next to you, helping you out.

she shakes her head. “it’s alright, don’t worry. it happens.” she says, a small smile stretching on her face. you simply looked down, picking up the weights you dropped and putting them in their proper place.

“you stayin’ any longer? it’s gettin’ late.” she asks, carding a hand through her hair and grabbing her water bottle, taking a big swig. water dribbled down her chin, running all the way down to the valley between her breasts. god, you were jealous.

“hey! what’s up with you today?” she asks, suddenly much closer than she was a moment ago. your cheeks begin to heat up in embarrassment.

“nothing! i’m good. just tired, that’s all.” you say, excuse barely believable with how you’d said it. she gave you a knowing look before turning around to grab her things. you knew it was wrong, but she just looked so good! her shorts hugged her ass perfectly, her back being shown by the sports bra she wore, you could’ve died happy right then and there.

“alright, i can feel you staring, ya freak.” she jokes, eyeing you over her shoulder with a grin.

“what?! i wasn’t staring!” you defend, arms crossed as you turn away from her. she just chuckles.

“c’mon, let’s go to the locker room.” she says. you huff, grabbing your stuff and following her. you were just annoyed you got caught more than anything.

you typed the code into your locker, grabbing your stuff out of it and setting it on the bench next to you.

suddenly you feel breath on your neck and you shiver, starting to turn before a hand pushes you into the lockers in front of you.

“ya like eyeing me up? getting me all bothered then actin’ like you didn’t do shit?” she asks, her voice non-violent though her words were vulgar.

“wasn’t eyeing you up..” you say, still defending yourself. she just clicked her tongue, a hand coming up to hold the base of your neck tightly.

“don’t lie to me, babe.” she says, breath hot on your ear. you hold back the urge to whine at the nickname, trying to squirm out of her reach. but her hold was too strong on you— she was much to strong for you to get away from. “y’gonna be a good girl and admit to it? or am i gonna have to force it out of you?” she asks, a hand snaking around to the front of you to take a tight hold of your throat. she was careful, fingers only tightened around the sides of your neck as to not damage your windpipe. god, you wanted to submit right then and there. but where’s the fun in that?

“wasn’t eyeing you up! lemme go!” you say, squirming harder in her grip. she only laughs, pulling you into her chest. keeping a hand on your throat, she snakes the other up your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and kneading it lightly.

“y’ know.. you can tell me to stop and i will, baby.. go ahead.” she taunts, a smirk stretched out on her face. you whined at the thought of stopping, inwardly cursing yourself. “got nothing to say? alright, then.” she chuckles, leaning down to suck a hickey to your neck.

you could feel her hot breath on your neck, the sucking noises she was making loud in your ears. you felt heat down to your core, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling. she removed her hands from you, stepping back to sit on the bench in the middle of the room.

you whined loudly, eyes moving to look at her in a questioning manner. “c’mere baby.” she says simply. you of course oblige, walking over to her. she pulls you towards her to straddle her lap, looking at you with lust filled eyes. she leans forward, kissing you roughly. one of her hands came up to cradle the back of your head, the other resting on your lower back. your head was spinning at the pleasure, hips bucking forward to grind on her thigh. she flexed the muscle, watching as your brows furrowed at the heightened pleasure. she swallowed the pitchy moan you let out, the hand on your lower back moving down to cup your ass, squeezing harshly. you continued to buck your hips, your high coming fast before she pulled away, hands coming down to hold your hips still.

“abby! whyd you do that? i was close!” she only laughed, giving you a peck on the lips and picking you up, setting you in the place she was just sitting.

“need to taste you.” she says, crouching down so her face was between your thighs. her hands slid behind you to grip your ass, pulling you into her. she kissed up your thighs, sucking hickies into the soft skin. she hooked her fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off and taking your panties with them. you whimpered, thighs closing on instinct. she only pried them open, hands resting on your hips.

“abby? what if someone comes in..?” you ask, anxiety taking hold of you.

“no one’s coming in. we’re the only ones ever in here this late.” she says, wasting no more time as she pulls you into her, sucking on your clit harshly. you moan, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. she continues, her tongue circling your clit diligently as she brings a hand up to ease her middle finger into you. your eyes roll back, hips bucking into her face. she eases another finger in, scissoring them before beginning to fuck you with them, her thick digits hitting spots you could never get to on your own. you bring the hand covering your mouth down to tangle in her hair, pushing her face closer to your cunt. she doesn’t complain, only eating you out more vigorously now. your cunt twitches, high quickly approaching.

“abby. abby m’gonna cum. please don’t stop.” you say, voice whiny and begging. she doesn’t stop this time, deciding you deserve to cum. you throw your head back, eyes rolling back into your skull as you cum. your pussy squeezes her fingers harshly, twitching as she continues her assault on your clit. “too much abby! m’ sensitive!” you moan, trying to squirm away from her. she sucks your clit harshly before pulling away from you with a light pop. she pulls her fingers from your cunt, bringing them to her mouth to suck clean. her eyes locked with yours as she did so, and you didn’t dare look away. once she was done licking your essence from her fingers, you finally speak. all of your pride had left your body, only focused on pleasure. “abby. abby please sit on m’face.” you beg, stepping down from the bench and resting on your knees in front of her, doe eyes looking up at her, pleading. she grins at you, pushing you down onto the cold concrete floor and straddling your hips. you knew you shouldn’t be doing this. that this was wrong. but it just felt so good. too good.

“get ready, baby. not letting you stop till i cum.” she says, slipping her shorts and underwear off her legs before scooting forward to straddle your chest. “ready?” she asks, a hand coming down to card through your hair. you nod eagerly, ready to taste her already. she scoots forward before lowering her cunt to your mouth. you start immediately, eating her out like you’d been starving. she lets out a broken moan, hand tightly gripping your hair, pushing you further into her cunt. her thick thighs squeezed against your head at the pleasure. you swore you saw stars, sucking on her clit tightly. “fuck, baby. you’re bein’ so good f’me.” she says, breathless. the words were just a muffled noise to you, though, her thighs muffling any sounds aside from the wet squelch of her pussy. your hips bucked into the air, too turned on to stay still. your tongue slid into her cunt, beginning to tongue fuck her roughly. “goddamnit! g’nna— gonna cum!” she says, your only warning before her pussy was clamping on your tongue, hips bucking into your face with vigor. your eyes rolled back at the feeling, euphoria filling your body at the sounds of her moans. she pulled off of you, body laying limp on the cold concrete floor. you wiped some of her slick from your mouth, licking your lips. you were both breathing heavily, recovering from what had just happened.

“we should do that again sometime.” abby says, which was the only thing that broke the silence between you both. laughter echoed in the room, still breathless. “next time though, i wanna have you cumming on my cock, yeah?” she says, the words sending heat straight to your core.

“yeah.” you respond, already ready for next time.

#abby anderson fluff #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #tlou2 #smut #fluff #the last of us

[chl-owo-e]

★-{Wild Sunflowers}-★

(Daryl Dixon X Reader)

Summary; Stumbling upon each other, with weapons pointed straight in the other's face. Nothing was lost yet there was a lot to gain, but for what?

Warnings; Slow burn?, TWD stuff, blood, gore, wounds, killing of animals.

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[Chapter One/001]

-(It’s mine)-

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—The morning air was cold and stale, and the sound of crows were still cawing throughout the cloudy pale blue sky. You held onto the black strap of your bag as you continue to walk through the dense woods. Leaves, sticks, and rocks breaking under your feet leaving crunchy noises below.

Beads of sweat was dribbling down your face, as you made your way breaking branches and grass. All of your senses were in hyper drive, any noises that were made were louder than anything. Currently you were crouching with your bow in hand and pointed at a helpless brown rabbit.

The animal looked around the wooded scenery, the ears were on high alert from any other being trying to get it killed. You take a shallow deep breath before you shoot at the animal. There was a small squeak that left its mouth right before it died. You happily stand up and run towards your food. A small laugh leaves your lips, you pull the arrow out of the neck and picked up the thing by its ears

Next you wrapped some thin rope around its neck so you could hold it better, then you tied the rope tightly to the handle on your dark green backpack. Taking another breath you continue on your journey to absolutely no where. You had nothing in mind when you had left the sanctity of your home. You didn’t even think you could have lasted this long. Even though its been a month, it still feels like no one is alive except for you.

The only place you had in mind was somewhere far far away from others, and somewhere that is safe from the undead. You had no clue what had started this, seemingly you didn’t care. You didn’t want to know anything about this ‘virus’, as you didn’t want to accept that there is no cure and the government is not going to save you. Sleep was still evident in your eyes, as your eye-bags were puffy and a dark color.

Forcing your yawn to stay down, you push through the woods. Its wasn’t long till you found tracks in the softish soil. It was a adult males shoe prints. You continue to look around for more tracks hoping its not a group trying to ambush you. Thats until you felt eyes on you, your body tenses thinking quickly on a way to stay calm and not to get killed.

But on second thought if they wanted that they would have shot you, unless they dont have a gun. Either or you continued to walk forward slowly. Your heart rate was speeding at an alarming rate, and your eyes continue to scan the woods around you making sure not to stare too long at the area you feel like you’re being watched at.

With shaking hands you ready your bow and arrow in a position where you can easily shoot. You felt the person stalk closer to you, the only thought that roams in your head is death. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ Is repeated over and over again. Just hoping the guy makes a sound so you could look at who was about to kill you.

God seemed to be on your side as a stick snaps under the persons foot. Without thinking you spun around to face them. You sucked in when you saw the man in front of you. He looked like he knew what he was doing out here. He had short brown hair, a noticeable mole above his lip, and most importantly he had a crossbow loaded and pointed straight at you.

Your body seemed to tense more than you thought it could. Your head was racing with every question on earth. Your breathing was shortened whilst you got a good look at the man. Your body was shaking and the tension in the air gotten thicker and thicker. It felt like it was silent for years before he spoke in a raspy southern accent.

“Hand over your rabbit an’ nobody gets hurt.” As he spoke he walked to the side trying to get a good angle at what you have. “The only person whose gunna get hurt is you, so I suggest you walk away with your tail between your legs while you can.” You mustered up a strong voice but failed miserably as there was a shaky undertone.

The man scoffs out a dry laugh, he knew you couldn’t do anything to him. Yet he still understood that you had a bit more control over the situation than him. With your bow, depending of your reflexes you could kill him faster than he could pull the trigger to his crossbow. “I need that rabbit more than you, so I suggest hand it over.” His country accent became deeper as the sentence ended.

He wasn’t playing around, but you weren’t either. You had just caught this thing your not gonna hand it over to some guy that points his weapon at you. ‘Who does he think he is?’ your body slowly stops shaking as that thought makes its rounds in your head. ‘Who does he think he is?’ Your face scrunches up at him with a scowl.

“I don’t care that you ‘need this more than me’. I caught it, it’s mine, so fuck off and find you your own food.” Your voice came out firm this time, you clench your weapon tightly ignoring the small ache in your palms from your nails digging into it. His eyebrows furrow in anger before he yells directly at you.

“Just hand me the goddamn thing you fucking bitch! Or you’ll become one of those walkers before you know it!” He continues to yell profanities at you letting his anger get the better of him. Everything was directed at you, even his full attention. He didn’t seem to notice one of the undead people walking behind him on his right side (or your left).

Before he knew what was coming you shot straight at the undead. Bullseye, the dark red blood squirts out of its eye and drops to the leafy ground. The man was in a shocked state, the blood from the walker had splattered onto his cheek. Even though it wasn’t much it was still visible from where you were standing.

He had dropped his crossbow from pointing at you once he figured out what you had done. He had looked back and seen the creature lying there lifeless. “You have a bit of something there on your face there.” You teasingly point out to him, like it wasn’t obvious to him. He quickly wipes off the blood that stained his cheek. It wasn’t long till you continued to talk to the man.

“Look, Im willing to make a deal with you.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Ill give you this animal, and in return let me stay at your camp for a while.” You finished your statement before you walked towards the rotten corpse and violently yank out the arrow from its eye.

The guy kept a reasonable distance from you, considering your proposal. You stood away from him and stared off till he gave you an answer. “Fine, but if you do anything to harm me or the group ill kill you right then and there, you got it?” He walked closer to you with every word that came out of his mouth.

“Aye-eye captain.” You agreed in a monotone voice. He rolled his eyes and scoffed right before you walked off, presumably to his little camp site. You followed behind leaving a big gap in between the both of you. You were greatful that hes letting you stay at his camp for a while. But you are also regretting your decision to give him the whole rabbit as it was a fairly large one.

The two of you continued your walk in silence, which is giving you time to think about what had happened over and over again. You didn’t even ask for his name, nor did he ask for yours yet you didn’t really care for his name at all. You only felt a strong annoyance to the guy, you had just met him but he just reeks of ‘Im better than you’ vibes.

It wasn’t long till you reached a clearing from out of the woods. Even when the two of you gotten that far you still felt the need to have yourself ready to attack him just in case this is just a whole elaborate trap to kill you. Your dominant hand clenches on your blade that you have strapped to your thigh. Your heart rate speeds up again and your hearing is focused on your surroundings as your brain only focused on the red neck man in front of you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard laughing and screaming from kids playing. Your body slowly relaxes again when you see a RV and some tents signaling that a lot of people stayed here. You where snapped out of your head by the red neck speaking again. “We’re here, give me the rabbit.” His voice was annoyed as his hand was reached out for the dead animal.

You take off your bag and cut the string that held the poor thing to you and you handed it to him. As your hand touched his rough ones you heard another male’s voice. It was an older one, and it led to a old man in his 50s perhaps maybe older. He had a rifle strapped to his back as he jogged towards the both of you.

“Daryl! You got something?” He didn’t seem to notice you as you were behind him crouching at your bag. “Someone is more like it.” You guess his name is Daryl grumbled under his breath. The older man questioned him before he looked down and spotted you. “Oh, you found a drifter. Are you lookin’ to stay here with us?” The oldie spoke as he put his hands on his hips and took a breather. “For as long as Im welcome here.” You decide to play it off nice for now, you didn’t want to cause too much trouble when you only just got there.

“Im Dale, I own that RV right over there, if you need me just holler.” He smiles right at you. “Of course, Im Y/n I hope I wont need anyones help. I dont want to burden people.” You smile back to Dale. “Oh don’t worry about that. You’re always welcome.” Dale waves his hand around in front of him. A guy yells for Dale and you make your goodbyes and he left with a smile.

‘He’s nice, I guess.’ You nervously thought about meeting all the others. Not wanting to come off too nice and people get attached to you. But also not wanting to come off too mean and people want to kick you out of the camp. So you’ll just stick to how you’re already doing things. Be nice, but dont get too close with anyone. “Hey Dar-?” You spoke but as you looked around the man was gone. Apparently Daryl gad left you when you were talking with Dale, now you’ll have to figure out where you will sleep for the night on your own.

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A/N; First chapter to the fic- I hope I will always have the energy to keep up writing this :)

#daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl x y/n #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fluff #daryl imagines #daryl dixon 🏹🐇

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Locker Room Sex

Shuri x f!reader Basketball player

A/n: hi everyone! Are you also shocked I didn’t write one story and dip for another 6 months?😂 couldn’t leave you guys hanging after the last smut-less shuri story. Also I’ve heard the cries over the professor series I promise I’m thinking abt it and gonna try writing smthn soon! I’m just in my Shuri era y’know what I mean😩😫anyways, enjoy! Submit requests if u feel like it.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ oral fingering and Shuri being a fine ass mf

Word count: 2102

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“y/n what are you doing?” Your Coach asks as he sees you pulling folding chairs out onto the court.

“Just getting some shots up, coach.”

“Y/n, I think you can afford to take the rest of the night off after that game. 25 points in 28 minutes is not exactly an easy thing to accomplish.”

You let a small chuckle come out under your breath, “Gotta make it 28 in 28 next time coach, only one way to get there.”

He smiled at you, waving his clipboard in the air as he walked towards the door. “You know the drill, don’t forget to lock up when you’re done.”

“Sure thing.”

The gym cleared out pretty quickly after the game and before you knew it, it was just you, the ball and some blaring music. You can’t work out in silence obviously. You start practising your dribble combos around the chairs with clean finishes down in the paint. Spinning off the “defender” for the quick pull up fade away middy getting banked in. Putting in the late hours wasn’t new for you, you pretty much lived for the sport and when you weren’t eating or sleeping you were playing basketball. You didn’t get too deep into your practice when you saw one of the gym doors open and a familiar face walked through the door.

Fuck– you thought to yourself.

She is the most effortlessly attractive person you have ever met…well…seen? I guess “met” is a stretch. You technically have never really talked to her, there was that one time when you briefly interacted in a class but you were fairly certain she did not know who you were. You, of course, knew who she was. You had been crushing on Shuri for quite some time now and no of course you never have worked up the courage to talk to her. She was wearing this purple-y blue tracksuit that just looked insanely good on her with some of the cleanest sneakers you’ve ever seen.

“Sick game 8.”

You glanced up from the ball you were holding and made eye contact with her as she had the most devious but sexy looking smirk on her face. Her chin held high as she complimented you basically causing you to freak out on the inside like a little school girl and she didn’t even know it.

“Thanks” You reply, trying your hardest not to sound like you were absolutely losing it.

“25 points is pretty crazy.”

You feel your cheeks flush, “yeah, aha”

She knows your stats from the game?

“You gotta work on that footwork in the paint though, the bigs will just eat that shit up if you don’t know how to work around them.”

“Oh is that so?” You reply. Where the fuck did that come from? Oh is that so? WHAT? Tell me why I thought that was the right response to that?

I guess we’re committing to this random burst of confidence I got now.

Shuri’s eyebrows raise at your comment with a small smile creeping across her face.

“Hit me.” she says as her hands raise up motioning for you to pass her the ball.

“Look, you gotta attack the paint here just like you were but instead of going for the layup and getting blocked every time you gotta stop, plant two feet fake jab right, turn left, sweep and shoot.” She says as she demonstrates footwork that is honestly cleaner than what more than half of your team can do.

You look at her with slight shock and try not to be absolutely obvious about it but clearly you weren’t hiding it well enough based on her reaction.

“Didn’t expect that?” She says with a laugh, “your turn,” she tosses you the ball.

On the first try you manage to pull off the same move with ease.

“Okay, okay, I see you Y/L/N.”

What– so she does know who you are?

Honestly hearing her say your name even if it's just your last name was making you feel all sorts of things.

“How about we see how you do with some actual pressure now hm?” She says as she positions herself just in front of the net ready to play defence on you.

You drive to the net about to pull the same move that she of course easily predicted, resulting in you being blocked and kind of embarrassed.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that 8. Pulling my own move on me? C’mon.”

You feel your cheeks getting rosey again and your heart is racing and it is definitely not because you were working up a sweat playing basketball. She had you feeling unbelievably flustered as she made direct eye contact with you as her hands were up reading to guard you and whatever move you chose to pull off. You start your dribble, staring her down as she smiles back at you, making you unbelievably nervous. You start to run towards her, hit her with the hesitation that she did not fall for, faked right, euro stepped around her and laid the bucket up and in.

A smile crosses your face as her brow furrows.

“Okay, okay, so she got moves I guess. We goin’ again?” She said ready for you to check the ball.

After about 45 minutes you were starting to feel a little wiped.

“I gotta hand it to you 8, I didn’t think you had it in you but damn you play a mean game.”

You just sort of chuckle as you take down the last gulp of water in your bottle.

“Man I gotta get out of these clothes, could you point me in the direction of the change room? I got an extra outfit in my bag.”

“Yeah, I can show you I gotta bring the balls back anyways.”

You and Shuri walked to the changeroom, and it’s definitely safe to say that the two of you were border line friends now after that entire experience.

When you get into the change room, you head to the sink to wash your hands from the filth that are the school's basketballs and as you look up in the mirror you catch a glimpse of Shuri taking her shirt off in the reflection of the mirror. You quickly look back down at your hands and act like you did just see her toned abs and arms. All that time spent together made you forget for just a moment how nervous she makes you.

“Ah shit—“ you hear muttered from behind you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah I uh I just thought I had an extra shirt but I only have pants.” She says

You turn around to face her as your eyes quickly dart to the floor as she’s standing there in pants and a bra. “I uh— I have an extra clean hoodie if you want to borrow it?”

“Man really? That would be great thanks.”

“Cool, I’ll just um grab that.” You say as you start walking to the area of the change room with the player lockers.

You start rummaging through everything in your locker and finally find the hoodie, when you turn around Shuri is standing right behind you, still with no top on and your eyes didn’t know where to go but you could feel her staring at you.

“Here” You say holding the hoodie up practically right in front of your face.

You hear a small chuckle from behind the hoodie as her hand comes over the top pulling it down so she can look at you. Your eyes trail up her body to lock on her face that's looking down at you. She takes a step forward backing you up against the locker, your heart is racing unbelievably fast.

“Do I make you nervous y/n?” She says slowly under her breath.

Your mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. The smile on her face grew when she realised how tense you looked.

“Relax love, there’s no need to look so stressed out.” Her hand slowly comes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers trail along your jawline until they reach your chin giving it a soft tug, tilting your face up towards hers. “May I?” Shuri whispers.

Your head was nodding before you even processed what she said and before you knew it her soft lips connected with yours as her hand made its way to behind your head, fingers running through your hair.

Nothing has ever felt so natural before, her lips fit perfectly in yours. You could tell from the kiss alone she had much more confidence and experience than you did. Your hands didn’t even know where to go while hers went everywhere they wanted to.

You felt her hands slowly go under the hem of your shirt and the skin on skin contact made you let out a small whimper. You’ve never experienced anything like this before and her touch alone was enough to make you pool in your underwear.

She bends over slightly grabbing you on each of your thighs and pulling you up against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her torso as she continues to kiss you again. Her hands gripped your ass as the two of you passionately made out, fuck you wanted her so bad. You want her to kiss and touch every inch of your body and make you beg for so much more.

With your legs still wrapped around her, Shuri walks you over to one of the benches, and gently lays you down on your back. Her chain is practically resting on your throat as she hovers over you, only inches apart. Her lips start kissing your neck, leaving a trail, making sure to go as slowly as possible just to see you squirm beneath her. She kept kissing a soft spot just above your collarbone causing shivers to shoot down your back. You could barely sit still and you just knew she was going to make you beg for it.

“S-Shuri please.” You whisper.

Her demanding eyes looked up at you, undressing you in her head with a smirk across her face.

“I do like hearing you beg for it but you’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.” She says as her fingers dig into the band of your shorts, pulling them off you. She starts leaving small kisses on the inside of your thighs, taking her time, making sure that you were brought as close to the edge as possible without giving you the touch you craved the most. You could feel her breath on you causing your head to tilt back and your eyes to flutter.

She laid soft kisses on your pussy causing your breath to hitch. Your lack of experience meant you had no idea what anything was going to feel like.

Her tongue gently pushed between your folds causing your entire body to tense and relax which you could hear her smile over as she went down on you. Shuri painted circles over your clit starting slowly and gradually increasing in speed and pressure. She could tell how excited you were getting which caused her to pull back ever so slightly. You didn’t realise how amazing the touch of her tongue felt until it was gone.

Her tongue was replaced with one of her long fingers which steadily entered you soon after.

“F-fuck.” you groan.

“That feel good princess?”

You slowly nod your head letting out tiny moans as she puts in another finger and gives them a slight curl to hit your G-spot. Her tongue starts running along your clit, God, it felt like she was spelling out the entire alphabet in swift movements.

Your core began to tighten as her pace increased. Your one hand is clenched onto the back of the bench while your other has her head in hand. You gripped her tightly pushing her face deeper into your pussy as your heart continued to race.

“S-Shuri– I am so close.” You manage to get out just before you let out a loud moan and your back arches up off the seat.

Her pace slows as you come down from the most sensational high you’ve ever felt.

As you catch your breath, she comes up to you and gives you a kiss where you taste yourself on her lips.

She pulls away only inches from your face with a smile, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

“Me too” You say softly.

– The End –

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[macabrecake]

cake, my beloved, idk if you've been asked this but given this is the stuff you've been putting out - I thought I'd ask,

dam! leon x fem! reader x re6! leon smut?

pls and ty <3

I. AM. ON. MY. KNEES. RIGHT NOW. GOD HELP

Thought ID and Vendetta Leon was the final boss??? NAH IT'S THESE FUCKING TWO

LOOK AT THEM AND TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT YOU WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO WALK AFTER THEY'RE DONE WITH YOU. Also hi I'm cutting this close but Merry Christmas Gabby! Have a sandwich! 💕💕💕

Minors step back this is a whole different kind of Christmas present.

"Come on sweetheart. You're not tired already, are you?"

Tired no.

But oh so ready to finally break.

Leon Scott Kennedy, and Leon Scott Kennedy two years from now, have been at this sweetly cruel game for what felt like ages.

It started when one kiss turned into two, then three, then five more.

One suddenly gives into his need for a challenge and shows, despite them being the same, just who exactly is the one and only man that can rock your world the best. In the form of a gentle bite turned hickey where he knows it'll get you squirming the most.

His counterpart decides to outdo him and places another, before a small galaxy ends up being intricately printed onto your skin. Leaving you breathless and needy. Much to both Leon's delight at seeing your panties ruined with just how unbearably soaked you were.

That's when they both lit this match that would set your body ablaze with high pitched mewls and gibberish filled whimpers when your husband finally slipped inside your wet, aching walls. Inch by inch until he bottomed out completely. Then softly bounced you on his cock, while his counterpart's fingers touched where you desperately craved him.

They'd watch like starving wolves at the point where your cunt would visibly flutter and squeeze every time the brunette would sink back in with the most satisfying squelch.

Squishing you between them more so you're certain to not miss those beautiful words and wonderful groans of his that burn you hotter.

"Look at you honey, so good for us.~"

"Always so fucking tight around me…"

You know he and himself do it on purpose. They wanna see you absolutely writhe for them.

Slow and soft at first. Then a little faster, and faster, harder.

So close.

Always so close.

A half driven delirious idea that Leon is finally going to let you fall into that blissful, messy heaven. Only for all of it to stop. And steadily start over again. They're both testing you and it's driving you mad in the best way possible.

Funny. Earlier you thought Leon's future blonde headed self would be the more gentleman-like to balance them both out, right?

Wrong.

He definitely still possesses that rough nature, not that you're complaining though to be honest. They'll both still treat you right, even in the meanest of ways.

"What's the matter, Princess?" The blonde softly cooes with a light nip to your ear, relaxing his arm just enough for you to quietly gasp. Greedily swallowing new lungfuls of air before the flex of his arm makes it shallow again. But you trust him, knowing he won't completely cut your oxygen off. Only enough to keep you perfectly suspended, high like a drug you know you couldn't live without.

He makes you never want to be sober.

"You wanna cum, don't you?" God, they have both edged you to oblivion and back to the point that your pussy immediately tightens up at just the word itself, which pulls a small hiss from your Leon considering his dick is still resting inside you. So deep you swear you could feel it in your throat. You want it to break you.

Ruin you.

They both see how much of a mess you are. There's a puddle on Leon's lap and if you were to stand up right now, your essence would be a dribbling mess down to your knees and onto the floor. Your lips let go of the most pitiful whine, desperate enough to take a chance that you lightly move your hips in a search for that sinfully amazing friction. Hoping they'll now show you mercy.

Sympathy isn't what you find however, instead it's those familiar hot blooded hands clamping down tight on your hips to cease your movements altogether. The moment you softly gasped, you knew it was a bad move. One that has you shrinking submissively before the intimidating blue flames that dance in his eyes. Feeling dark colored fringes lightly brush your cheek when he leans closer. "Didn't say you could move."

Leon's voice drops an octave, almost to a snarl with his waning patience. But he knows you love to hear it. Even if you don't admit it through words, your body betrays you when your hot, squishy walls twitch around him again. It's enough for the ghost of a smirk to tug at his lips, but that's not what he's after. "And I asked you a question…"

"Yes!" You immediately yelp, your hands already grasping at his future version's arm around your neck for dear life with another tear filled sob. "Please please please yes!"

Definitely an answer both Leon's like, but not the one he wants. One hand leaves your hips to travel up and take hold of your chin, forcing your gaze to fully lock with his. "Yes what?" The brunette hisses dangerously low against your lips.

"Yes I wanna cum, sir." Comes your breathless whisper. So so ready for that euphoric coil in your lower belly to wind up and snap, you almost didn't get all the words out. Luckily it's enough to reward you with the light scratch of stubble when he presses a hard kiss to your lips that steals what little breath you have, "Much better." Then another pair of lips sneak over to lay some love to your cheek with a smile against your ear. That wonderfully smooth tone uttering his praise. "Atta girl."

Atta girl indeed because finally…

Finally, your wish is fulfilled.

In the form of the blonde agent's hand taking yours and guiding it down to your drenched little pearl to softly press on it. The action reaches into your lungs to tear an airy moan from you at the sudden jolt to your core, that would've most definitely removed you from Leon altogether if the hands on your hips and the arm still locked around your neck wasn't there to keep you in place.

A warm sound vibrates against your back, that pretty chuckle of his. And oh his words that rumble into your ear. So sinfully sweet.

"Play with yourself for us."

"Show us what you like, Princess.~"

Given how Leon has pleasured you to the point you were nothing but putty by just his hands numerous times before, you'd think he already knows what you like. But you're quick to spot the underlying truth.

They both wanna watch you get yourself off.

Normally such a bold request like that would leave you rather timid, but you can't take another second of this game anymore. Your body is aching for a release to the point you can't help but obey. Letting a cry tear it's way out of your throat as your fingers desperately rub and caress your little pink bundle of nerves. Relieved for that spark of sweet friction tingling your senses.

Much to the delight of the two agents, watching your hand work and listening to your moans, sighs, and little whines steadily rise in volume and string together into a beautiful melody of your own making. Such wonderful sounds pairing with the most lewd gushy noise between your legs. Amazing.

It's much more than enough to pull a deep rooted groan from your Leon, "Fuck." He curses in a hoarse whisper, "Feel you getting close, Sunshine." His fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. Forcing you to stay still so you won't ride him. Just to be a little mean, but also because the way your heat clamps down tighter around his twitching cock is a slice of heaven in itself. The moment you start bouncing, he knows he'll be done for.

Seems his future version knows it too, given his low chuckle into your skin. "That's it, Sunshine." Leon encourages between gentle open mouthed kisses up and up until his lips capture yours, while his free hand easily engulfs your breast to pinch and toy with your hardened bud before switching to give the other some attention.

You feel him smile and hum as he happily drinks up your muffled moans like it's a shot of his favorite whiskey. Until he pulls away to whisper against your kissed swollen lips.

"Let go, we'll catch you."

Oh Leon. Always so good with his words, his touches. Everything. It does the trick, almost a little too well in fact. Like a tsunami, your orgasm crashes into you hard enough to leave you squirting. But, as promised, both Leon's squish you close when your form trembles and writhes between the two with a loud moan of ecstasy filling the comfortable space of the bedroom.

But with the gaze your Leon fixes on his blonde headed self, he knew right away. You made such a pretty mess with his dick still nestled so deep inside you, he couldn't help but get a little greedy.

"W- ait! Leon Oh f-uck! T-too much! AH!" You squeal with a gasp while your dainty hands frantically grab at Leon's wrist in a weak attempt to move his fingers away when he rubs them mercilessly against your visibly pulsing clit. All you get from him, is a loving growl.

"Keep cumming, sweetheart." Lord help, what's left for him to love if he breaks you like this? Your senses are already too high and so sensitive, you don't know if you can handle anymore.

Thankfully, his movements are quick to cease as soon as he hears your sounds beginning to drift into sobs. Bringing his hands away to gently stroke your quivering thighs instead while his future self releases you from your headlock prison. Keeping you leaned back against him while he carefully kisses at your neck, further helping to ease you back down.

"There you are." A deep tone drips into your ears like honey, once you finally open your eyes. Only to release a tired, breathless giggle at the two pairs of sweet blue eyes centered on you. "Got scared I broke you for a second." Your Leon muses, gifting you a gentle apologetic kiss. "No, but… I don't know if I can go again." You sheepishly confess between quiet pants.

Two soft laughs from the same voice and a kiss to the crown of your head help put you at ease. "It's ok, baby." Leon reassures while his blonde counterpart tugs you a little closer. Letting the two wrap you up in his shared warmth filled with sweet kisses and gentle caresses that convey all you want to know.

The night is far from over.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #resident evil damnation #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #re6 leon #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

[thekinkyleopard]

Just a Lil Bit

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon One-Shot

A Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sneeze Fet, Mess, Spray, SlightCNC

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Author’s Note: I know I said I was gonna post other stuff but like @aller-geez was so sweet and cheered me up a lot with a custom and more RemixLevi, so I feel it only proper I repay her with a raunchy smut piece 🫶🏻 Enjoy 😉 As always Remi and Art by Geezie! This prompt is based off @sickhaze

Description: Levi has been under the weather for the last few days, it’s really bad today. Determined to try and get ready to feel better, he finds it difficult past the fits of illness. Remi, who’s been pent up sexually the past few days suffering through Levi’s horrible cold, finds it impossible to hold back any longer.

“Unnnngghh….” He felt horrible, his whole body ached, his face wouldn’t stop leaking, his nose wouldn’t stop itching and his eyes wouldn’t stop watering. It had been two days he spent in bed and he needed to at least take a shower…or wash his face…yeah…wash his face would be easier to achieve. He looked around the room, seemed that his boyfriend was no where to be currently found. Probably pouting somewhere. He felt for him. However, he was just so miserable he didn’t want to over exert himself. Very carefully he trudged himself out of bed and stumbled over to the closet. His face snuffling, his body trembling. “H’GNXT!” He stifled into his inner arm, snuffling loudly afterwards trying desperately to clear his air ways.

He didn’t care what he wore, he quickly snagged a t-shirt from Remi’s side of the closet, then proceeding to shuffle his feet across the carpet into their shared bathroom. “Hnnn…” he groaned again as he met himself in the reflection of the mirror. Disappointed in the dark bags under his eyes, red and puffy orbs he did not look like himself whatsoever. Slowly he stripped off his shirt, and his boxer briefs to boot. Standing there completely nude and flushed, his nose crinkled, he watched in the mirror as his face contorted, twisted when another rough sneeze pushed up through his sinuses, he whimpered weakly.

“H’TsCHU!” Unable to catch it this time, he sprayed all over the mirror in front of him. “Ah fub…” he mumbled, snuffing up his full nostrils. Lazily he grabbed a bundle of tissue paper and began to wipe at the droplets of saliva that had decorated the reflection. He didn’t do much but smear, which made him even more frustrated than he currently was. Like a small child he stomped his feet back and forth tossing the tissue down angrily, before he turned on the sink. “Stubid colb….” Complaining with a phlegmy inflection before slowly he bent down to start washing his face, still stark naked. He splashed a decent amount of water across his face, a few times. It felt very refreshing until he accidentally snorted a few droplets too many and caused himself to choke softly. In an attempt to catch his breath he slammed both his hands on each side of the sink to keep himself stable while he coughed it out.

However, the cough soon turned sour as he felt the stinging sensation return, his face quickly scrunching up as he shook his wet face above the sink back and forth, trying his best to fight it off. In this same moment that Levi struggled, Remi appeared behind him in the doorway, frozen in a complete state of shock. Taken off guard really.

“Eh-TSHU! Hh’…ETshu!” It poured out of the small sniffling leopard quickly and his back arched while it rolled through him. His nose dribbled as his face continued to hover over the bowl. “Hnn..” he mumbled miserably. Remi’s green eyes brightened..his palms trembling as he watched his mate, bent over in a sneezing fit. It had been two days since he had been able to ravage his little kitten. Banished from touching…knowing full well this was…prime practically splayed in front of him like a Christmas ham. He slowly licked his lips as his fingers tightened into balled fists.

Levi slowly leaned up and looked back into the mirror, and despite the smear of mess against the reflection, his watered, reddened, blues widened seeing his hungry partner looming from behind him. Swiftly he turned around lifting his hands up in the air and shaking them back and forth. “B-baby…h-hey um…I uh,” knowing full well how this may look to the man who was all eyes on him, the wolf stepped slowly, closer. All he could do was snibble loosely, trying his best to wipe the mess off his face as he fought the inner urges that beckoned.

“Kitten…tsk tsk…” he shook his head back and forth eerily slow, clicking his teeth as he closed the distance between them and drew a slender index finger under a bit of dribble from the leopard’s chin. The small action alone caused Levi to shudder, sniffling softly as he shrunk under him. “This is…” turning the man’s face nonchalantly back and forth, eyeing him down like a hunk of meat as he just barely leaned back to get a full view of the naked man in front of him. “Such a delicious sight…you can’t..expect me to turn down such an opportunity, can you?” He slid his tongue hungrily over his glossy white canines.

“Um…y-ye..hHh..aah…” his face suddenly turned inward, ocean blues squinting against the bright lights of the bathroom as he tried so hard to keep the feeling down, his reddening nose wiggling pathetically, it was too good. Remi latched the crevice of his hand into the center of the leopard’s thin neck, rapidly turning him around, his back flush up against his chest. He forced the cat’s face in an upward position to gaze upon his lewd face.

“Stop holding it back, kitten,” his mouth was at Levi’s ear whispering hot words that caused the smaller to whimper helplessly.

“R-Remi…I don’t…Hh’EH…” as he tried to suddenly close his lips again, the wolf’s fingers slid up just enough to grip his maw wide open, dragging his index under the male’s nostrils to tickle them back and forth. “H’EHTSHU! ‘TSCHU!” He blew across the mirror, splattering a mess over the image of his own face, getting some on the wolf’s fingers, and taking note of the darkness glowing behind Remington’s toxic green orbs. His mouth hung open loosely now without the help of his mate, forcing him. “Are yob sadibied?” Levi’s face crinkled in circles as he looked back at the other through the mirror.

“Mmm, not until you’re doing it with my cock deep in your ass,” he growled again into the leopard’s ear who could only snivel with a loose whine, trying so hard to fight the symptoms that ravaged him. He ground his hips aggressively into the smaller’s taut little ass, reaching his free hand down to take a handful of his cheek before spanking it hard. Staining the flesh with a bright red hand print.

“Ahh~” Levi jolted at the sudden burst of pain, leaving behind tingles that rippled up and down his arms and legs. “B-baby..n-no I don’t f-feel good..” pleading with his boyfriend as his ass wiggled helplessly against the other’s clothed groin.

“Mmm..oh, come on… just a little bit?…” his voice was void of compassion as he nipped small marks down the leopard’s freckled shoulders. It sounded like a question, but there really was no choice on Levi’s end. Running that free hand up the younger’s smooth ribcage, the hand on his mouth jerked Levi’s face back down to look at his reflection directly, his blue eyes pleaded for mercy, but his body continued to positively reflect to Remi’s intimate movements. It was pointless to argue, he could feel it brewing up again, the itching prickle that picked at the inside of his nostrils. “Mm it’s coming again isn’t it, my little cub? Go on, give Master a nice big one,” licking the outter shell of the cat’s attentive ear.

“B-bub I’ll m-make a-..haHh..mebb~” he whined as his breathing already caught in his throat, the inevitable response to follow was haunting him as his body screamed to release. Remi’s toxic greens rolled back for a brief second before he seethed through his gritted teeth.

“Then make a mess…” Levi’s body shuddered at this, his eyes making direct contact with the man behind him from the mirror, before he heaved lightly. The wolf watched carefully as the ducts of his mate’s eyes started to flood back up, cheeks dusting redder before the tip of his nose twitched ever so delicately. His free hand moved quickly on himself to unbuckle and zip his jeans now, barely shoving them down past the hole in his boxers. While he easily slid his hardened cock from the fabrics that blocked him, the cat sniveled and hitched.

“H’hEh…” building faster, his body stiffened as it prepared for the worst, the wolf taking a pause to push himself roughly against the leopard’s flushed back as his eyes continued to observe the cat’s reflection. This caused Levi to slam both his hands up against the wall ahead, just under the reflective surface before he lurched forward, the sneeze racketeering through his face suddenly. “H’HETSCHU!” His mouth sprayed openly against the reflective as Remi kept the other’s jaw spread with his palm. A small bit of dribble slid down his gripped fingers. “H’TSchU!” This one more nasally as they both watched carefully. Levi’s throat whimpered again, it sounded stuffed, phlegmy, almost. “R-Rebi…” the cat begged gently with his stuffled voice.

“You’re so fucking cute…” he nipped at the leopard’s ear, then his neck before pushing his cock at the other’s bare cheeks. Free hand gripping the base of his length for guidance.

“Rebi…n-no…” his wet ceruleans rolling back as the wolf’s tip rubbed haphazardly against his puckered entrance.

“Just a lil bit…baby…” his voice hot at Levi’s freckled flesh causing the small man to stumble and stutter underneath the stimulus. His haunches pushed slowly to meet the man that was trying so hard to push his way in. The raven haired one leaned back enough to give himself room to collect a mouthful of saliva, then dribbling it out of his lips as he allowed gravity to bring the pool down to his cock, rubbing it in swiftly as it gave him the lubrication he needed to breach. The wolf’s face shot back up to study the expression written on top of Levi’s breathtaking, flushed and sickly features. It was desperate, wet, red in several areas that only left the man’s cock twitching.

“HnN’h..ah~” his little kitten crumbled as the younger’s face tingled and ass rocked back. “CHU!” A small one racked out of him, sending the wolf plunging deep inside the cat’s awaiting hole, his hands now both holding a vice tight grip on his boyfriend’s haunches. Levi still bent over, but staring at his own lewd reflection as his mouth hung open, face red and watching the liquid dribble out of all his holes. He couldn’t help but allow his ocean blues to fall back behind his head as he allowed the man to ravage his ass. “Ahh~ HaHh!” He moaned pathetically pushing himself back to match each violent thrust.

“Mmm see…I knew you missed this..” Remi chuffed as he continued to stuff himself inside the other. Levi’s chest stuttered as he felt another build up starting to bubble up behind the surface. “Ohhh, baby? Another one?” He cooed still watching the younger through his reflection as he pumped his dick harder into the cat’s bundle of nerves.

“H’TSCHU!” He allowed it to force it’s way out, painting the mirror again, watching the wolf hungrily drive into him from the splattered surface that dripped now. He snuffled and sniffled, only to moan loudly as his ass was pumped and thrusted. He looked like an absolute mess, eyes blood shot, nose leaking unable to rub it free. Remi could sense another one about to rip through his suffering partner and he grumbled to the cat. “Go ahead, look at yourself…see how sexy you are when you blow your hole,” commanding of his little submissive, the leopard could only mewl pathetically before his eyes connected with himself in the filthy mirror.

“Hih’TSch!” Slightly staggered through each rough pound. Remi grunted with a strangled hitch of his breath as he felt Levi’s walls tighten, watching him witness his own sneeze. He hissed as the hole suffocated the aching length that assault the sneezing kitty’s insides. Levi’s cheeks brightened vermillion upon the sight of his own sickly reaction.

“That’s it…good job kitten..do-Hah~ don’t stop,” his voice strangled as he tried to focus on the origin of pleasure, his cock slamming the little leopard. The cat continued to brace himself against the wall as he huffed, gasped and wheezed. He felt several volts of electricity zap into his fingers and toes while his mate pumped. His moan cut off by a sudden tickle in his throat, he felt the itch consume him once again. “H’hih…H’tS-cHu!” His saliva spritzed into the air as his sneeze teetered while he was used like an object. Remi’s hands tightened, sure to leave perfect finger stained bruise marks against the cat’s delicate hips.

“That’s going to do it for Daddy…” he hissed before bending inward sinking his teeth carelessly into the back of Levi’s neck, almost like he was scruffing him at an angle. The cat whined, a mixture of pleasure and pain vibrating his small weakened frame, snubbling and sniffing in between gasps and groans.

“Hn-..hah~ Ba-by…!” The cat cried out to his mate as he suddenly felt a tight grip on his stiffened cock, and it leaked over the now shuffling, and engorging his fingers.

“Don’t worry, I got it…I know how to take care of my little kitty~” he promised as his palm squeezed, pumping to the same rhythm of every haggard thrust. Levi could swear he was on the verge of straight up blacking out, but he stayed strong, hands falling from the wall to grip the sides of the sink.

“Goinb…hAH~ t-to..cub…” he choked behind his stuffy sinuses. A small bead of sweat slid down the side of Levi’s temple as he felt the build up that had stacked up in the pit of his stomach, spill over. His body lurched forward, bending further into the sink as he came hard over Remi’s swiftly moving hand.

“Oooh~ there it is…” the wolf praised his spilling mate before making haste on finding his own blissful release. He chuffed loudly his hands both again gripping the leopard’s delicate and bruised haunches with possession. “Give Daddy one more….” His tone dark, almost threatening and Levi dare not defy as he allowed his stuttering body to give into the merciless tickle.

“HiH’sChu!!” He exploded once more while his boyfriend relished in the tightening walls that caused his own orgasm to come spilling into the snug cavern.

“Riiiiighhhhttt…fucking there…” the man groaned slowly while his hips hitched forward with sloppy action, making sure he drained every last drop of seed inside the heaving cat. He rested his forehead ontop of the man’s messy white hairs, catching their breaths slowly, Levi’s a bit more labored.

“You jub…” huffing softly “Alwabs hab to hab yob way don’ yob?” Gasping in a low stuffy decibel as he reached a hand up to finally swipe and clear the snot dribbling from his face.

“You know what...” panting softly in a pause “It does to me when you’re sick like this…” biting his lower lip as he huffed through his nose.

“I dob’ kno whad I wad thiging trying to keeb yob awab,” shaking his head back and forth with a strangled giggle.

“Honestly, I don’t know what you were thinking either…” laughing as well before finally pulling himself out, and immediately moving to draw his sickly boyfriend a hot bath. “Lemme make it up, by scrubbing you clean,” he reached out a strong gentle hand to his weakened mate, smiling tenderly.

Turning his head to face the much calmer man now, he returned the grin and took the offered hand. “Thabs baby…” sniffling politely as he allowed the larger to care for him for the remainder of the night.

The End

Author’s Notes: Hope you liked it Geezie and Snow Puppies! 🥺🫶🏻

#remixlevi #oc #original character #writer #fic writer #smut #my character #snz kink #snz prompt #snz scenario #snz fic #snzfic #snz things #snz blr #snzblr

[seishirology]

KARASU TABITO + BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

hey guys i'm back. i hate physics yeah. anywys today i provide u with karasu hcs

includes : karasu

A/N : my opinions only!! i haven't really been keeping up with blue lock as much lately bc school. tomorrow is our last day before spring break i can't wait. also i won't be able to update much bc my tumblr is having issues w/posting so i'm gonna have to figure it out soon. might be a little shorter

KARASU TABITO

first and very much foremost karasu is a cutie <333 but he has retained his fourteen year old mid-puberty humor that he had back when he was a senior in middle school.

he loves nicknames and will call you anything, he somehow gets away with it even if it's something very out of the ordinary and stuff. he mainly just calls you your name with '-chan' after it or shortens your name.

a big sap, and sometimes when he's in the mood he'll refer to you as sweetheart, or even honey, kinda like an old man. his whole switch just fuckin' flips it's adorable.

likes to do what he enjoys with you. especially if you are willing to play soccer with him, his heart just does flips the whole time. he teaches you how to dribble and stuff, if you already play soccer he'll challenge you to a match.

if you play another sport he'll take time to learn about it and pretend to know nothing and have you teach him. he'll practice in secret before you even show him anything so that you think he's a genius. but sometimes he'll slip up and say things before you teach him and he has to admit it that he has been searching shit up

tweets about you all the DAMN TIME. like literally it blows up his follower's phones. especially on his spam account for you, which has only you and eita on it. so like during class eita's phone is just vibrating while karasu types away on his phone

isn't really a pda guy. prefers to keep physical affection to a minimum in public, unless of course there's not a lot of people. it's not because he's ashamed of you but rather he gets shy when doing that stuff in front of people who aren't eita. also because he knows some people don't want to see it.

likes to send you good morning and good night texts. and they're always small paragraphs, sometimes they're about how much he appreciates you, or about his day, something he's looking forward to or something he wishes didn't happen. he's quite open with you.

loves going on simple dates, like walking in the park, hiking, just driving around or going shopping together. it gives him some sort of butterflies that just don't calm down, they give him a taste of the married life.

loves napping/sleeping with you. loves that when he wakes up you're the first thing he sees in the morning, and it makes him want to marry you even more. so when he had to go to blue lock he was very disappointed, but he face times you every moment he gets so it isn't too bad.

knows that communication is key and will try to fix misunderstandings. he doesn't like it when things aren't right. he especially hates it when you get mad at him or if you think he did something wrong.

isn't afraid of breaking up with you, but while you guys are dating he'll treat you very well. lowkey he's the type to switch around his lovers once he gets bored ngl.

doesn't know how to fucking comfort u at all when you're sad. so he either just holds you or ignores you until you "feel better". so that means you have to pull yourself together sometimes.

fighting with him is a pain because he doesn’t like to make you cry, but he also hates losing and it doesn’t matter who he’s fighting with he has to win. So that means he will fight with you as if you were just another girl and not his girlfriend

all in all he’s an okay boyfriend, nothing too outstanding besides his looks 6/10

#karasu tabito #blue lock x reader #karasu x reader #blue lock headcanons

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Fairytale - JiU

A/N: Double surprise! Still not a Loona fic! - Ghost

“Joon-ah, I need to go deliver an order, can you stand at the counter for me?”

“Yes mom.”

Another day.

Another hectic morning at your little bakery. Given that your place is the only place in this small town that sells any type of pastries, you can’t really say anything about it. It’s unlike the city, where the people have the luxury to choose where they can get their stuff. Nonetheless, living in a small town like this isn’t so bad.

Living in a small town, inevitably you would get to know most people here, being a tight-knitted community and all. But you don't mind, to be honest. People are nice to each other, and you can get discounts whenever you want to buy something.

However, there’s a downside to living in a small town like this, one that most people wouldn’t know unless they live in one for a long time. And that is once you earn some kind of bad reputation, you can’t ever get rid of it.

Ever.

Such is the case for one particular household.

The Kims.

From what you hear amongst the chit chat between your mother and the other ladies in the town, the Kims has been the boon of the town for a long time ago. All misfortune in this town can be said to have originated from them. Of course, you immediately think of those stories as bullshit, but the town is quite obsolete in their ways of thinking, and you aren't present here most of the time anyways, having moved to the city to pursue your studies.

Your mom has also always reminded you against taking the road on the outer East of the town, as that is where the Kims resides. Again, you really don't care, but you do it out of love and respect for your mom.

However, things don’t always go the way you wanted to.

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On that faithful day, you are on your way back to the town for the summer vacation.

Being a university student, you undoubtedly had a difficult time balancing between your study and your part-time job, so summer vacation becomes one of the few times you can visit your mom again.

Isolated and quite away from the city, your town was built on sturdy, yet low-lying land. As a result of this, whenever the rainy season comes, the roads become less of a road, and more of a shallow canal.

And unfortunately for you, it just rained the day before.

Knowing that you can’t use the main road to get into town today, you calculate in your head for an alternative way into the town.

Fortunately, such a road exists. The road curves up onto a nearby hill and therefore will not be flooded. However, it’s the road on the outer East of the town, the one that your mom advice you to avoid.

It’s not like you haven’t gone through that road before, otherwise how would you know that road wouldn’t get flooded? Nonetheless, as a filial son, you try to avoid it most of the time you’re in the town, in order not to make your mom worry.

Regardless of how your mom would think, you have no other choice but to take that road, if you don’t want to arrive home with wet trousers.

With your mind made up, you steer your motorbike onto the little road that leads to the outer East edge of the town, totally unaware that dark clouds are gathering in the vicinity.

Soon enough, you are met with dribbles that soon turn into heavy droplets then into a huge downpour that catches you completely by surprise.

“Fucking hell…” At this point, it doesn’t matter if you arrive home wet or dry anymore, so you increase your speed, hoping to get home quickly.

Though, it seems like God is playing a cruel trick on you, as you hear a weird noise coming from your bike’s engine, and you slowly, gradually come to a stop. In the middle of the pouring rain. With a broken-down bike.

“God fucking damn it, you can’t be shitting me….” You curse to yourself, getting off your bike and start to push it, trying to find a shelter that you can stay in temporarily, your body already trembling from the sheer cold of the rain pouring down onto your body.

Despite your best effort, you know you can’t really find any proper shelter on this road, since people have moved into the town, and there are no residences nearby that can offer you shelter.

The best you can do right now is to hide underneath one of the trees on the side of the road, using your bike as a cover to somewhat offset the rain. And hoping to their god this rain will stop sometimes soon. So, you set out to do just that, your hands already numb from the cold, and your mind starting to feel hazy.

“Why did I not pack a raincoat…” You curse yourself for your carelessness, which results in your current predicament.

“So cold….” In your hazy mindset, you fail to comprehend someone approaching you from behind, not until that person appear right next to you.

"Are you alright?" The voice's soft, airy, with a hint of worry underneath it. Even amidst the heavy rain, you catch the voice almost immediately, causing you to look up, flinching a bit from the sudden contact. Unfazed by your movement, a young woman enters your gaze. Long, somewhat wavy black hair cascaded down towards her black, white, pearly smooth skin, dark, deep eyes hidden partially underneath a pair of round glasses. A brown, orange blouse hugs her body nicely, accompanied by a form-fitting pair of pants. She looks like a fairy, descended to help you at this moment. (you’re starting to become delirious.)

"You're freezing." She says, squatting down to meet your eye level, one hand moves from your shoulder to your forehead to check your temperature, the other holding tightly on the umbrella, to prevent it from being blown away by the rain. Even in your current hazy mindset, all you can think about is how pretty she is.

You've seen your fair share of beautiful girls on your campus, but none compared to the girl before you. Such soft and delicate features, yet you can feel a profound strength hidden underneath the soft exterior.

“My house is not far from here. I can offer you shelter.” At first you don’t think much of her words, but then mom’s voice suddenly echoes in your mind like a warning, causing you to become vigilant.

“Are you Kim Minji?” You ask, in a trembling voice that is partially from the cold you’re enduring.

“It seems like I’m famous around here.” Despite your cautious behaviour, she giggles lightly, unperturbed of your actions. “It’s hard not to hear about your household in the town, you know.”

She only smiles lightly at that, not saying anything else as she stands up. “Come, let’s get you somewhere warm.” You stand up as well but are still hesitant about whether you should follow her or not. Your mind arguing between finding a safe place right now or following your mom’s advice to stay away from the Kims, and her.

Although you know that the words circulating in the town aren’t always true, it’s hard to go against the advice driven into you at a young age.

Minji seems to notice your conflicted thoughts, as she steps closer to you, her umbrella manages to shield you from the pouring rain. A small haven for you.

“I promise you; I mean you no harm. I just want to make sure that you don’t collapse out here in the rain.” Although she only offers you a small smile, you feel like you’re in the vicinity of a star. So bright, so warm, so gentle. (Your delirium is getting worse.)

Abruptly, she pulls away from you, her umbrella no longer protecting you from the vicious downpour causing you to flinch. She only manages to walk forward a few steps before turning back at you, her arm extends out into the rain, with a gentle smile on her face.

“Won’t you please come with me?”

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"Joon?" you snap out of your trance as your mom's voice enters your ears. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing mom, I was just... Thinking about stuff." you smile apologetically.

But that isn't enough for your mom. If there's one thing that is absolute, that will be the love and adoration a mother has for her child, and thanks to it, no one understands you more than your mother. And she has your odd behaviours ever since your return for the summer.

She knows about you arriving late due to the heavy rain at the start of summer, and she knows about the "late night rides" you take, something that you have never done before. She notices you spacing out a lot more, messing up on some orders, mistaking people for others and even counting the bills wrong. She knows what's wrong with you. After all, she has gotten it once before. You are in love.

“Joon-ah, did you…meet someone?” Your mom tentatively asks, to which you feel your breath hitched.

“No mom, I’m not seeing anyone, it’s just been quite tired last term, and I just need to relax.” You try your best to act normally, not wanting to worry your mom.

“Joon-ah, I know you’ve been going through that road a lot more frequent.” Your mom decides to get straight to the point. “H-huh?” You freeze almost instantly.

“You can’t hide your track all the time, Joon. Someone has already noticed you already.” Your mom lets a small sigh. “You’re seeing that girl, aren’t you?”

Seeing that your mom has already figured you out, you don’t dare to look at her face, only giving her a small nod.

“Joon, I told you countless times already, that household is anything but good. That girl will bring you misfortune, you can’t keep seeing her like this.”

At the mention of Minji, you feel your patience draining quickly.

“There are countless girls that are better than her, I can even introduce you to them if you want. There’s no need to stay with that girl.”

“NO!” For the first time in forever, you raise your voice at your mother. “She’s not like that! She doesn’t bring me any misfortune! She-she saved my life! Why can’t you try to understand that!”

Immediately, you regret your action greatly once you see the crestfallen expression on your mom’s face.

“Joon-ah, it’s not that I want to prohibit you from loving someone.” Your mom looks down, her hands grasping tightly onto the helm of her dress. “I just don’t want you to be hurt.” You can hear her trying her hardest to stay strong, not wanting to show her weakness to you.

“Mom, I….”

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That afternoon, you’re once again at Minji’s place, both of you enjoying the view of the sun slowly diving underneath the mountain from her veranda.

Although you usually enjoy such a scenery, you don’t really feel it today. And apparently, Minji notices it as well.

“What’s wrong?” She turns towards you, her face appearing calm, yet her eyes have a glint of worry.

“Nothing escape your eyes huh?” You let out a small chuckle, glancing back at her. Minji has never been someone who outwardly expresses anything she wants. Due to the wariness everyone in town has for her, she develops a sort of calm temperament, always cautious in every little action.

The first time she wanted to hold your hands, she spent minutes watching your expression before slowing sliding her hand to touch yours. When you eventually noticed it and reciprocated it by actively taking her hands in yours, she smiled brightly.

“Well, my mom found out about us, and we argued for a bit.” You let out a sigh, remembering the conversation you had with her earlier this morning. As much as you love your mom and have never disobeyed a single thing, you’re not giving up on Minji, not when she has thoroughly, and wholeheartedly earn your affection like this.

Minji, however, falls into deep thoughts after hearing that from you. Only after a few minutes of thinking does she state her opinion, your attention is wholly on her expression.

"It's normal that she is worried about you. As most know, no love is stronger than a mother's love for her son." Her eyes scan your face for a bit before continuing. "Conflicts would be inevitable when two people with different ideals live with each other, but what's more important is that you put your ego down and make up with each other.

Your mother loves you, although obviously that's what a mother should do, not everyone can enjoy that kind of love." Minji stays silent as if to contemplate something. "Maybe it's best that you don't come here anymore."

"No!" For the second time in the day, you raise your voice, not because of anger, but because of... Something else, a feeling that you can't even explain now. Unlike your mother, Minji is still looking at you calmly, cool, yet you've known her long enough to realize that she's been shaken up quite a bit.

"I don't want to stop coming here, I don't want to stop seeing you.” You turn your whole body to her, taking her hands in yours. “You....you fill up something that in my heart that I never realized was missing, until I meet you. Being with you, I feel the calmest, I-... I don't want to leave you..." Your voice turns tender, almost broken, the thought of you never meeting her again hurts, deeply.

At your sudden confession, Minji blushes slightly, being the first time, you see her unable to maintain her calm expression, as she smiles gently at you, her eyes fill with love and adoration for you, and only you. “I know, Joon-ah.” Her hand escapes from yours and reaches up to cup your cheek tenderly. “I don’t want to be separate from you either.”

You lean further into her touch, like a cat nuzzling at her palm, wanting more. “But what can I do?” Her voice turns soft. “I can’t change the opinions they have about me. Not mentioning that what they said hold some truth in it.” You can hear the tone of sadness in her voice.

“My ancestor vehemently refused the development plan back then and insisted on staying in this house.” She lets out a sad smile, looking at you. “Because of it, our town lost its chance at reforming and attracting more people. And now I’m bearing the consequences of his action.” Her hand slowly, reluctantly leaves your cheek, however you clasp your hand over hers, bringing it up to your cheek again.

“What your ancestor did back then, is unrelated to what you do, and who you are right now.” You say firmly, a sense of conviction flashing in your eyes, captivating her. “I don’t care what any of the others say about you, they are old, and obstinate, I don’t care about what they think.” Despite your strong tone, your hold on her hand is so incredibly gentle. “I only care about what you think.” Your voice turns incredibly softer when you address her.

“Oh, Joon…” Minji looks barely able to hold on her tears, as she strokes your cheek. “But what about your mother?”

“I’ll convince her.” You affirm her. “I don’t know how to do that right now, but I will, eventually. Do you believe me?”

Minji falls into silence at your question. It’s not as if she doesn’t believe you. Unbeknownst to you, she attends the same university as you, albeit a different course, therefore she has already noticed you a long time ago. She witnessed how hard you work, how you achieve almost everything you set out to do, how you keep your promise to everyone, no matter how small, even if it were detrimental to you.

You might not have noticed her back then, too busy helping others and focusing on yourself, but she has always noticed you. How couldn’t she? When you shine so bright, your energy and way of life becoming the beacon of light shining down on her amidst the terrible hand she’s been dealt with by fate.

Although she has always admired you from afar. She finally found her chance on that rainy, fateful day. And she took it, with no hesitation.

Because since long ago, she has always believed you. She has always loved you.

“I do.” she says, tenderly, choking on her own tears as she leans forwards into you for a kiss, one that you reciprocate.

“I always have, and I always will.”

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“You leave, and the air retains your image.”

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A/N: A tribute to a fic I dearly loved that has been deleted. If you are the owner of it and want me to take this down, please feel free to contact us.

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher fic #kim minji #jiu #male reader #kpop fanfic #fan fic

[the-blind-geisha]

Could you write something about a modern Demi jerking off and fantasizing about his roomate MC? Maybe going into her room and using some…stuff to help

A/N: Oof! Sorry this took me awhile, anon. A lot of stuff came up that made it hard to focus on. Thanks for being patient!

She sometimes worked late. Demiurge at least had that on his side.

It had been difficult for him rooming with a human and trying to pretend he could be normal—just like her.

Having an acute sense of smell was torture at times. While he didn't mind her bathing products, the one thing that would drive me to seclusion from her was when she was in a human form of heat.

It was such an odd topic to ever bring up. So much so, he refused to ever do so... especially since Demiurge had a small crush on her.

That euphoric sensation had arisen anew, making it hard to focus. With her gone, he took it upon himself to sneak into her bedroom just down the hall.

The smell was the strongest on her clothing and in her bed. But there was one thing he could always rely on to assist him in this time of need—the underwear she wore at night. She wore revealing clothing during the summer time. It was practically just undergarments. He couldn't say that bothered him at all.

Making it onto the covers of her bed with a stolen pair of that nightly underwear he saw her in, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

His metal tail began to swish back and forth as his mind overran with thoughts of her. Bringing the undergarment close to his nose, he inhaled the intoxicating sent to which only encouraged his cock all the more.

Demiurge dug into his pants, pulling out his erection to begin stroking it steadily.

A heavy breath filled the air as he moved the sensitive skin over the head of his manhood till it could no longer do so. The sensation mounted with each intoxicating sniff of her marred clothing.

His mind wandered, envisioning grabbing her and forcing her down on the very bed he was on at that moment. With her request, he had bound her wrists with a single grip as she was bent over for him to enjoy.

She panted, face flushed while looking over her shoulder at him. The look in her eyes said everything—she wanted him to continue. Her legs even spread apart as her fingers curled.

“F-Fuck me... Please, Demiurge...! I want to feel what a demon cock is like...!”

His erection jerked in his grasp as a throaty moan managed to scrape past his lips just imagining such a thing being ordered of him. The devil gripped upon himself tighter as he stroked firmly with the thought of how tight and wet she could be.

He spoke her name again and again, vividly thinking of how loud it would sound with his thighs slamming into hers. The lewd, wet squelching noise that her wet womanhood could make while he thrust within her again and again.

“I wish to take you... so badly...!” he pleaded, gritting his teeth in desperation of the dream to turn into a reality.

He wanted more than anything to have her scent fill the room and make him go wild. Even now, it was like a drug he couldn't be without.

Stroking faster and harder to match the rhythm in his mind, saliva dribbled down the corner of his mouth as he could hear her begging for release. She needed it, wanted it—demanded it. She was so loud in his vision that it was hard for him to even imagine the bed moaning from their actions.

“Come inside of me...! Please...! Fuck...! I can't take it anymore...!” She was resting her face on the covers, her mind obviously in a daze. He wanted to think hard on her about to lose control all because of him.

Demiurge fantasized himself inching closer, whispering near her ear. “As you wish...!”

Just the thought of teasing her in such a way, he couldn't hold back any longer. The pre-release dribbled down his shaft before finally his cock tensed and a far more heavier stream came forth. A strong burst at first before it started to weaken, making his length and his fingers.

#enjoy and ty for being patient lol #demiurge #demiurge x mc #demiurge x reader #nsft #demon x human #overlord #mod answers #anon #demiurge drabble #demiurge snippet #modern!demiurge #modern au

[sebastiansluts]

Hiiii I hope you're doing well (I know how bad it is when the low hits ya, but I hope it gets better soon, sweetie!)

So I've been reading avidly since you started the account and finally got the nerve to send a request, so...(pardon if I'm too descriptive, this was kinda based on a dream ☺️)

You and Sebastian have been dating for a few months and the sex is pretty great, not exactly vanilla but not too heavy either. Still, you're pretty happy and even had a kink talk and established boundaries and stuff.

Cut to the week of your birthday, Seb as the ever loving and attentive boyfriend takes you to a secluded cabin in a private island, no other visitors or neighbors, just the two of you, since you're still keeping the relationship a secret and all.

You are in awe, but you can't help but notice he's acting a bit weird, kinda secretive with these smirks he can barely hide and looks that could melt your panties off. You decide to ask him about it after a much needed shower, but he's nowhere to be seen. You put on a robe that barely covers your ass start to wander in the cabin calling out for him, but you can't shake the feeling something is off and you're not quite alone.

You hear some creaking noises and some windows banging and you jump up scared, and decide that it's best to look for your phone and try to call someone while you look for your boyfriend, trying to not give in to panic and worry for him because you can't find him anywhere.

When you get to the bedroom to reach for your phone, the lights go off and you have tears in your eyes while you search frantically through your bag. But you never find it because in that moment you hear a husky, sinister voice.

"Pretty good instincts you have, doll."

You turn to the door with a scream, clutching your chest, and even though you can clearly see it's Seb your heart is still beating a mile a minute. He's leaning against the door jamb and you can make out his outline, but not much else. You're too stunned to speak, but it wouldn't matter anyway because he continues, completely unimpressed with your frazzled state.

"I mean, I was a little disappointed when you kept looking for your man, that loyalty is usually what gets ya. But you made up for it by trying to call for help..." He uses that moment to toss your phone on the carpet by your feet, completely dead. "Emphasis on trying, that is." he finishes with a dark chuckle. You barely have a chance to take a look at it when his movement causes your eyes to shoot up, and you squint a little because it can't be.

He takes a step forward, head cocked to the side and the filthiest smirk you've ever seen on him stretched on his face, but what catches your attention is the small reflection you see on his arm, caused by the moonlight streaming through the window. "What are yo--" you start, but he just talks over you.

"But you see, none of it would have mattered anyways. Not when you're being hunted." he continues, and your blood runs cold and you can't understand why you feel your cunt pulsing and slick coating your thighs when you take a step back, coaxing him to give one final step into the moonlight stream and your heart nearly stops with what you see.

Swirls of gold glimmer down the blackness of his arm - yes, *that* arm- his movements barely mechanical with practice that you're sure he perfected while filming The Falcon and the Winter Soldier when he stretches his fingers only to curl them into a fist. Your eyes follow up to his shoulders and you stop on his neck, the shine of Bucky's dog tags acting like a beacon to you. You feel a shiver running down your spine and more slick dribbling down your pussy when it finally clicks: your boyfriend is playing Bucky, a dark Bucky, just for you.

And just when you lick your lips and raises your eyes to his, he finishes his statement, and if you weren't sure before that you were about to be ruined and wrecked by this man, you are now when you see just how into this he is.

"Hunted by me."

And then he moves.

*** so basically, dark Bucky but it's really Seb, him being the most degrading and filthy as possible, tons of face slapping (like, enough to leave his fingers printed on your skin), actually lots of slapping in general, spitting, brutal vaginal and anal, forced oral with gagging, reader fake begging him to stop and real begging him to cum, reader passing out from cumming and aftercare with lots of praise

Can't wait to see what you come up with (but if it's too much it's totally ok too) 😊

I'm glad you got the courage to send in a request, this was such a cool prompt!!! And thank you for the kind words, it means a lot!!

Sebastian Stan x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader; (Seb roleplaying Bucky), dub!con, CNC, degradation, face slapping, spitting, rough vaginal sex, rough anal sex, rough oral sex, gagging, passing out, aftercare, praise

Swirls of gold glimmer down the blackness of his arm - yes, *that* arm- his movements barely mechanical with practice that you're sure he perfected while filming The Falcon and the Winter Soldier when he stretches his fingers only to curl them into a fist. Your eyes follow up to his shoulders and you stop on his neck, the shine of Bucky's dog tags acting like a beacon to you. You feel a shiver running down your spine and more slick dribbling down your pussy when it finally clicks: your boyfriend is playing Bucky, a dark Bucky, just for you.

And just when you lick your lips and raises your eyes to his, he finishes his statement, and if you weren't sure before that you were about to be ruined and wrecked by this man, you are now when you see just how into this he is.

"Hunted by me."

And then he moves.

You scream and run, bolting to the adjoining bathroom and throwing the door shut, but that metal arm makes it through. You stumble into the shower, shaking in fear as the door opens and Bucky steps through.

"Ah doll, you really shouldn't've done that," Bucky scolded, reaching down for you, but you kicked out at his shin, making him pitch forwards. You ran out of the bathroom, making it two steps to the bedroom door before you were being yanked back by your hair and a hand on your waist.

You shrieked as you were dragged backwards, kicking your feet until Bucky hauled you up and threw you onto the bed. You squirmed but he climbed on top of you, reaching back and slapping you hard enough to turn your head.

Your eyes rolled, gasping as Bucky grabbed you by the throat, dragging you underneath him on the bed until you were in the right position. "You really got those good instincts, but I'm gonna fuck them right out of you doll."

Bucky slapped your cheek hard repeatedly, making soft little pats in between to keep you focused. By the time he was done, your cheek was the flaming red imprint of his hand. He let you fall to the pillows limply, your head spinning dazedly.

"There we go, guess we just had to smack them out huh? You're already going stupid on me, can't even sit up properly," Bucky laughed, shifting up until his crotch was level with your mouth. He undid his pants, shoving his dick into your open mouth.

You choked as he thrust down your throat, gagging as he forced himself all the way down. You tried to pull back, pushing deeper into the pillows but Bucky just followed you, letting his weight sink down on your face. Your throat spasmed and you gripped his hips desperately as he pulled back, making you gag again.

"Stop," you rasped, and Bucky sat back on his heels. You sighed in relief, then yelped as he slapped you across the cheek again, igniting the fire again.

"Baby I'm just getting started," Bucky rumbled, and grabbed you by the back of your head, forcing you back down on his cock until you were gagging and spit was pooling in his lap.

He shoved you away from him, saying disgustedly, "You're pathetic, drooling all over my cock like that. Only a whore would do that. You a whore baby? Thought you were loyal to your man? But no, look at you, literally gagging for the first guy that came through that door."

You whimpered, tears in your eyes. Bucky loomed over you, flat on your back. "Bucky please, stop," you begged, and his face broke out into a dark smile. He reached out and pinched your nipples, twisting them hard as you shrieked. He let them go then slapped your tits, hard, until they were as red as your cheek had been. It was now turning purple and Bucky patted it gently, cooing at your hiss.

"Does it hurt doll? Aw poor baby, I've been so mean to you. And guess what? It's about to get worse," he laughed, spreading your legs roughly and thrusting into your cunt.

You screamed as you were impaled, Bucky's cock driving through you until he was hitting your cervix. Your hands shot forwards and clenched down on Bucky's shoulders, nails digging in making him hiss. He pulled his hips back and rammed them forwards again, fucking you brutally hard.

You couldn't breathe, your chest was tight and air was being forced out of you before you could draw more. Your head started spinning as you struggled to breathe.

Bucky noticed and stilled his hips, the sudden lack of movement jarring you into sucking in a huge breath. He rolled his eyes, muttering, "Fucking idiot can't even remember to breathe when being fucked, you're so stupid baby." His hips started moving again, just as fast and hard, his words stilted. "Worthless, fucking mess of a girl, that's what you are."

You wailed, and Bucky shoved two fingers into your mouth, startling you. "Shut up and suck. Unless you'd rather I fuck your ass without prep?"

You hurriedly sucked his metal fingers, cold on your tongue, but you got them dripping with saliva. He pulled them out, pressing both to your hole, rubbing quickly then steadily pushing them both in at once.

You sobbed as they entered you, stretching you out roughly, sliding in all the way to the knuckle. Bucky wiggled them inside you, making you clench on them and his dick, still inside you. You grabbed his dog tags, biting on them as he thrust his fingers back and forth.

"Easy doll, I said I'd prep ya and I will," Bucky said, scissoring his fingers and stretching you out quickly. Then he yanked them out and grabbed your hips, pulling his hips back and fucking from your pussy to your ass, pressing against your hole until his tip popped in. He pushed steadily, not stopping until he was balls deep.

You were panting, having screamed yourself hoarse, dog tags fallen from your mouth, asshole stretched beyond comfort, pain tinging at your edges. You started to go hazy, head lolling on the pillows. Bucky slid back out, flipping you over onto your stomach and lifting your hips. You tried to get your knees under you, but your legs were like jelly.

"Absolutely worthless," Bucky muttered, holding your hips up as he fucked back into your pussy, getting his dick wet again, then pressing back to your asshole and sliding in. He fucked you hard, hand on the back of your head, smashing your face into the mattress. You struggled for breath, his hips pistoning into your ass.

"Gonna fill this ass, make it sloppy with cum baby," Bucky grunted.

"Please come Seb, need it!" you gasped as he released your head, instead practically mounting you and humping you as he came, grinding his dick into your ass, getting his load as deep as he could.

Sebastian pulled out quickly, ducking down and shoving his face into your pussy. You screamed into the bed as he licked and sucked at your sore cunt, his cum dripping down into his face. He licked it up, going to your ass and licking your hole, pressing his tongue in and sucking up his cum. Your legs shook, on the brink of orgasm, when he slapped your ass hard with the metal hand, just as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

You broke. You weren't sure if you were screaming, but you could hear a high pitched ringing in your ears as you came, waves of pleasure washing over you, making your head spin dizzily until suddenly everything crested, your vision going black.

When you opened your eyes, you were tucked into bed with Sebastian in front of you, eyes wide and fixed on yours. He blew out a sigh of relief.

"There's my girl," Sebastian smiled softly, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes. "Welcome back baby. Think you can sit up? I'll help you sweetheart, don't worry." Sebastian sat up quickly, then gently helped you lift your head, waiting to see if it would start spinning. When it didn't, he guided you up until you were reclined against his chest, between his legs as he rested against the headboard.

"Good girl, did so well. Not just with that, but with everything baby. Blew me away, your reaction. You were perfect sweetheart, could've never imagined anything better," Sebastian praised, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

"Even though I pushed you at the beginning?" you asked quietly.

"Baby, look at me," Sebastian said, turning you around in his arms to face him. "You did exactly what you wanted to do which means you did exactly what I wanted you to do. Nothing makes me happier than you being happy."

Sebastian pulled you in for a long kiss, hands cupping your face. When he pulled away, he tucked you back into his chest, stroking your hair. "You were amazing sweetheart, I'll be thinking about this forever. And we're definitely doing it again. As long as you want," he said and you nodded, smiling.

"I want, Seb, I loved it too. Thank you for doing this for me. I love you," you said simply, looking up at him and kissing his cheek.

"And I love you baby. Now, let's go get some food in you, how about chocolate chip pancakes?"

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FRIABLE

damon albarn x fem!model!reader

Summary : Y/n is left in an awkward situation when a doctor's appointment she was forced to go to because of recent sickness and stomach pains leave her friendgroup routing for a tiny Damon.

Warning : mentions of death, cancer, mentions of unconsentual surgery, throwing up, mentions of EDs, alot of stuff is skipped over just because i'm not too sure how to write it

⚠️ all medical info came from the NHS website or Cancer Research UK⚠️

MASTERLIST

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Being a model in the 90's was tough.

Hard, harsh and harming would be the only way to describe it, but even the best story teller woulf never truely be able to capture the horror that developed in every glamerous model's life.

Pain elecrocuted y/n's throught as vile acid launched it's way up her body from her stomach.

She didn't intentionally do it; she didn't force herself to throw up, she didn't intentionally starve herself and she hated her body being constantly edited and photoshopped by companies who hired her for magazine photoshoots. She was well known amoungst the modeling community for her stance against people body shameing and for promoting healthy body standards.

"Y/n, babes? Are you okay ?"

Y/h/c silk flopped over y/n's shoulder as she turned to face one of her friends who she shared the three-floored town house with. Her eyes fell dark, seeming to have lost their usual glimmer. A frown fell on her parted lips and a groggy look took over her features in total.

"Oh hunny !"

The blonde haired woman rushed over to the girl crouched over the toilet. Recently that's all she'd been doing. A small dribble of tears flooded her cheeks as y/n leant herself against the light blue tiled wall next to the loo.

           

Zoe had made her go to the doctor's to find out what had been happening recently. Y/n was still trying to pass off the constant vomiting, dizzy feeling and cramp as a temporary thing probably brought about by sleeping funnily.

She sat awkwardly on one of the green chairs in the GP's reception office after signing in via the bitchy woman behind the desk, her foot tapped in a rhythm. No-one else was their except an eldely man with a walking stick and a woman with who y/n assumed was her daughter.

'Y/n Y/l/n to GP Whitehall'

A orange strip lit up on the screen and a robotic voice echoed into the white room littered with health care posters.

Y/n lifted herself from her seat, thriwing the small handbag ovet her shoulder and walking over to the creme door which lead to the GP's individual rooms.

"Hi y/n hun, how've you been ?"

Maggie had been y/n's GP since she was sixteen and since she had first moved to London. Y/n didn't reply at first, spending a few moments with an awkward smile and making her way to the slightly more comfortable grey chair next to Maggie's light oak desk.

After half an hour inside the place, y/n eventually staggered out of the light green room with a stone expression on her face.

She was still fully processing what she'd just been told. It wasn't good, not in the slightest.

The whole taxi ride home was agonising silence, painful time to think over the news she was dreading having to report back to Zoe and her boyfriend.

God, she hadn't even thought about that yet. Her mind hadn't even thought to question how Damon would feel about what she'd just been told. Would he leave her in an instant ? No, no he wouldn't. He might, no !

She was pulled out of her self-argumentative thoughts by the silver car pulling up at the side of her house.

"Thanks."

Her voice was small as she handed over the five pound note to the driver and opened the passenger door.

She couldn't even face anyone right now, hearing people talking in the livingroom brought a ache to her head and she dashed up the two staircases.

Her room was on the top floor, right next to the guess bedroom. It meant she didn't gave to deal with people as much, Zoe and Amy had the middle floor where two out of four of the bedrooms where and where the second lounge was situated, she got her small island of privacy.

Her body flopped onto the double bed in the center of the room, head tilting to look out of the french windows on the left side of the room. Her eyes moved to look into the massive mirror she balance in the dark oak vanity desk on the front of the bedroom.

All y/n could see was pain.

She had to go back to double check. A visit to the local hoapital, it could all just be a false alarm.

Zoe thought she might be pregnant, something y/n knew couldn't happen since her body was mutated by her mother without her concent. The tragic hospital trip when she was eleven which she would never utter a word about to anyone. The thought of possibly being pregnant brought tears to her eyes, the emotions she'd been pushing down since the GP Surgery trip exploiding. She'd choose pregnancy over this any day of the week.

In the hour that she'd been hiding away upstairs nobody came to speak to her, but she did hear the front door letting people enter the home meaning the girls had probably forced Damon over so she'd have someone to open up to immediatly when she decided to come out of her french decorated cave.

"She's alive !"

Anna gave a round of applause causing y/n strut dramatically into the livingroom downstairs.

A wolf whistle danced through the room and y/n locked sight on Damon's ice blue eyes.

"Any news ?"

Zoe was sat excitedly on the end of the plush armchair, she'd been wanting Damon and y/n to have children since she first found out they where dating, having started talking to y/n's belly and calling herself 'aunty zozo' as a way of trying to infulence the decision of children on the couple.

Y/n was sat slouched between Damon's parted legs, whilst he was sat comfortable on the left seat of the black leather sofa. Her legs dangled over the chair's arm. A slow head shake made Zoe's mood fall drastically.

In y/n's mind, if it isn't 100% definatly there then there's no point breaking everyone's mood. She'd be able to keep the facade of 'nothing wrong is happening' going on for the next month or so as she waits for the hospital appointment which'll help her comprehend her future's path.

She felt Damon rub her thigh slightly, they must've told him where she'd been that day.

            

Three weeks of completely ignoring all pain which was killing off her body soon finished and y/n was being drove by Anna to London General Hospital.

She didn't ask to be drove there, but apparently she needed emotional support 'just incase'. Y/n had told her social groups that the GP was sending her for an ultrasound just to double check, she hated that Zoe and Damon's hopes where slowly increasing but there was no way to calmly break the news she'd been given.

"Hi y/n, i'm Laura. I'll be your nurse today."

Y/n took a seat infront of Laura, Anna had stayed in the main reception thankfully.

"So we got a request for a gastroscopy from your GP because there's a chance you might have stomach cancer ?"

White tones drowned y/n's skin, her hands becoming red from the circulation's sudden faultering at the thing she'd been drowning out for the past who knows how long.

"Urm yeah. It's pretty common in my family and over the past few years the symptoms have been becoming more and more frequent, my friend made me come in a few weeks back to get a check up."

A sympathetic look flooded the middle-aged nurse's features as she looked over the girl's documents on the computer screen, sorrow overtaking her sences when she found the date of birth.

She was only twenty.

Laura quickly threw back on a kind smile.

"Okay so you might not have anything as harsh as Stomach cancer seeing how most patience we get with it are males over 50. I'm just going to ask you some questions before we start the test, they'll only take a minute."

Y/n gave a quick nod before the blue scrubs dressed woman pulled out a purple A4 clipboard with a sheet of paper cliped to it and a black biro pen hanging off the top.

"Okay so first off, have you had a longterm infection of helicobacter pylori before ?"

"No."

"Alright and do you have any family member who have suffered with stomach cancer or any other types of cancer ?"

"My paternal great-grandfather and grandmother and my older brother have all passed from stomach cancer and my mum had lukemia when she was a teenager."

Laura noted down the painful sentences, a horrific part of the job having to deal with these types of conditions.

"Do you have any severe stomach conditions ?"

"I've been taking antacids for acid reflux since I was thirteen."

"Do you smoke or drink excessivly ?"

"I don't smoke but I do drink, not alot but i'd say around four pints on the weekends with friends. I know it's a possibility since it's been in my family so much so I try to limit myself with anything which could cause it."

Y/n was advoiding saying the word, it would make it more real if she said it.

"And finally, would you say you have a balanced diet."

"Yep."

Laura put the document on the desk, to the far side of the computer, before standing up and leading y/n to the room down the hall where the doctor would be.

"Okay, so everything seems okay from that. Doctor Lewis will just be in this room, he'll take care of you from here. And remember to stay calm and don't worry, everything works better when you're relaxed sweetie."

            

Two weeks past since the tube was stuck down her throught.

Two weeks of waiting anxiously for a letter or a call to tell her the agonising results.

Y/n had tryed to busy herself with work, getting her agency to double the amount of jobs she'd usually pull through, and by going out more with her friends, even if she was getting off looks off of them and Damon for only intaking juice and pop when they did, even thpigh she'd assured them all on many occations that she wasn't bareing child.

           

Y/n was being steaded by the sticky bar counter as she held a glass of 7up with her hand over the top.

Infront of her was a dark blonde singer pressing sloppy kisses down her jaw and across her cheek, pain-stakingly slowly attatching his lips to her's. The kiss was short but passionate. Passionate and intoxicated on Damon's part.

His hands drifted under y/n's floating t-shirt, the meshy, light green material falling over the top of her butterfly embroided, black bootcut jeans and silently begging for him to deattatch it from her torso.

Y/n gave a quiet whine as his hand rose to her stomach, the other playing in her back pocket. Her drink had been forgotten on the bar as she played, Damon's hair being twizzled by her freshly manicured fingertips.

When they parted slightly, he pressed a soft peck on the side of her mouth which was slightly parted and heavily intaking breaths.

"Umm y/n/n ?"

She opened her squeezed closed eyes and made them move so they looked up into his, slightly droopy and eyelashes fluttering. She gave a heavy hum and he carried on talking, hand moving from her belly to resting on her waist.

"Y'know Zoe's baby obsession. Well I wouldn't mind one."

She stunned awake, eyes widening and back straightening up at Damon's words. She wasn't ready for this talk, especually not in a bar with him not being in the slightest way sober and her being on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Only if you want one, obviously."

He added, which only made her now feel panic and a flush of guilt run down her body.

"How about we talk about this later, when you're not drunk babe ?"

Damon gave a head nod and a hum befire resuming his prior activities with his girlfriend with a smirk and a dosy smile.

            

Thankfully, Damon had little to no recollection of that night and the appointment slip finally arrived after two and a half weeks, a time and place to be and a note that most people prefare to bring a close friend or family member with them to find out the news. Like she was allowing one of that riot to come with her. She kept trying to convince herself that it wasn't real, that it was all a nightmare, she was asleep. She was asleep and not waking up.

"Hiya y/n. Lovely to see you again sweetie."

Laura greeted her in reception, a sad smile painted on her rosey pink lipgloss. The pink scub wearing woman directed y/n to the doctor's office whilst speaking about how she'd recently seen the girl on dior's adverts, trying to distract her patient and herself from the horror about to unfold.

            

Screams echoed through London General's cancer ward block.

Level 2B stomach cancer.

Y/n held a letter, and envolope holding any details she might want and the numbers she might need in the future.

The white coated doctor sat behind the desk whilst Laura held her hand in support.

"As I said before, at this stage there is alot of treatments we can do and a high survival rate. You can have surgery to remove the cancer and chemo or radiotherapy. It's all inside the envolope and on the NHS website. Y/n we're all here for you, there are so many people to help support you through this and you can carry on your life."

The y/h/c twenty year old wiped the blotches of marscara drifting down her face and pulled at her sleeves, Laura helping her breathing stead itself.

"Have you got someone with you or someone who can drive you home ?"

The motherly woman saw how she wasn't able to make her way back safetly and probably wouldn't be for a while.

"Urm yeah, I can call someone to pick me up, one of my friends."

Laura gave a supportive smile and rubbed circles on the shaking girl's hand which she was holding.

Y/n eventually wobbed her way out of the building, going to the mossy and chipped red phone box to call Anna and as for a ride back. She pulled on a stead voice as her nails tapped against her baggy blue jean's thigh and as her lip was bit lightly.

"Hiya ?"

"Hi, just me."

"Oh hiya hun, 'sup ?"

"Not much, just wondering if you'll be able to come pick me up ?"

"Course I can, where are you ?"

"London General ."

An awkward pause occured before Anna hummed into the phone.

"I'll need an explaination when I get there hun, you've got ten minutes."

The phone beeped, hanging up rudely.

Okay ten minutes to try and figure out how to explain to her bestfriends and her boyfriend that she has a deadly but not yet ternimal tumor in her stomach whilst she's still trying to swallow the infomation herself.

A worse thought ran through her head. Never mind them, how was she going to explain this to her parents ?

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