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imtooscaredforthis · 1 month

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Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Five: Red Handed

Mentions of: NSFW Mentions, Slight Voyeurism, Frank being a jealous bastard, Poor Leon, Stabbing, Hooking, Character Death (not rlly tho), cheating, and pining

A/N: I’m really happy w how this chapter turned out :))

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @mama-miya

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Frank had fucked up…again. He sat outside the ski lodge, smoking a cigarette on the curb. He and Julie had gotten into yet another fight. This time it ended with him getting kicked out. Things had been escalating between them ever since what happened with you.

This is all your fault. You ended everything with him just because he lost his cool and said something he didn’t mean and now he has nowhere to go to unwind and he’s much more irritable than before. While The Legion is his family, the others aren’t completly understanding and Julie can be a bit much at times, always wanting to be with him, practically breathing down his neck. He used to find it endearing. No one had ever wanted to be around him that much before. Now it’s just irritating.

He wasn’t going to apologize. Not again. Not unless he thought he was wrong, which he wasn’t. It was your fault for having such high expectations of him. He had the role of a killer. You knew who and what he was, and you still trusted him anyway. You thought he actually cared.

He did care..kind of. He had grown accustomed to the Entity’s realm and he had no idea how he would function if he got back to the real world. This was probably the best outcome for him: hurting people and taking out all his pain, suffering, and rage, maximizing his true potential. He also had his group and you. He was mainly helping you because he was bored..at first..but then you got him all invested, and seeing how determined and happy you were made him feel weird and fuzzy inside.

When you started to get close he got scared. If you somehow managed to escape, he could lose you. He didn’t want that.

The two of you were so different, on opposite sides of the spectrum, and yet, he felt like no one understood him as well as you did. Julie understood his hatred and anger, she understood his desire to hurt. But you understood him, and what made him like this, what made him tick. You knew the suffering he’s gone through, and all the vulnerabilities he’s tried to cover up and bury. You saw through him, you knew what he really was, and you hung out with him anyway. Even the things you said about him during that fight were true..his fears of being alone, his loneliness, and his pain. You know him, and he doesn’t know if he loves or hates it.

He hasn’t seen you since your argument, not even in a trial. You were already punishing him, so of course The Entity had to too. Out of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to go back. A part of him hoped that you would come to him first. But you didn’t. You hadn’t even bothered to see Susie. He refused to ever think about it or even say it, but he missed you. There was a longing, a pull in his chest that made him desperately want to see you, to talk with you, to joke with you, to smoke with you…to touch you.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath, putting out his cigarette. He swallowed his pride and slowly rose to his feet, setting out to see you.

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The cabins were eerily quiet when he arrived. It was probably late at night for the survivors, he assumed. Taking a deep breath, he approached your cabin. He slowly crept out of the woods, seeing a warm light coming from your window. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing you, and he peeked through the window, unable to help himself, but what he saw made his heart drop.

You were fucking Leon.

He watched as your naked body moved over Leon’s in a hypnotic rhythm, your face contorted into a look of pure pleasure, your fingers threading through his hair while he sucked on your breast.

It was like a car crash. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. Even though fiery and painful feelings of jealousy were rising in his chest, even though he wanted to tear Leon’s head off, he kept watching.

You were beautiful and mesmerizing and he couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to have Leon gone so he could get a better view, or if he could be in Leon’s place, having you ride him to your heart’s content.

God, he wanted you but he was also so fucking angry. His face was all flushed and his cock was getting hard and his hands were balled up into tight fists, tight enough for his nails to dig into his skin.

So he stayed and watched until even after you were finished and he left, even after you had fallen asleep. He stood and stared at you for a very long time until he was inevitably summoned to a trial.

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“Where’s Leon?” You asked Feng. There had been no sign of him since the start of the trial, nor had there been a sign of a killer. At first you thought that was a good thing, but Leon could only hold the killer off for so long.

She winced. “He’s getting tunneled. Don’t worry about him. It’ll do us all some good. We only have two generators left after all.”

“I guess so.” You muttered. Once you finished the generator, you split away from Feng, searching for Leon.

It didn’t take long to find him hanging from a hook, but you didn’t expect Frank to be his killer. You watched as he struck Leon repeatedly, stabbing him with his knife while he was on the hook, making him cry out more. Normally, you would walk away and take your teammate’s sacrifice, but because it was Leon and Frank, you decided to do something about it.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, striding up to Frank. Leon hoarsely whispered your name, warning you. You weren’t afraid. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He ignored you and continued to cut Leon up.

“Frank, Frank! Will you quit acting like a fucking brat and talk to me?” You stepped in front of Leon, grabbing Frank’s arm mid-strike. Leon was confused by how willing you were to be so close to the killer and how unafraid you were. Not to mention how you were talking to him with such familiarity. It was strange.

Finally, he turned to face you and tore his hand from your grip, the expression on his face icy and cold. He glowered at you. “I know what happened with you and Leon. I saw it.”

As the realization hit you, your face suddenly felt really hot and you felt a mix of anger, embarrassment, and confusion. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a loud noise rang in your ears and the ground trembled. You gazed up at the sky, watching as Leon’s lifeless body was lifted into the dark cloud in the sky, sacrificed to The Entity.

You frowned at Frank. “We’ll talk about this later.”

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juliescrawford · 6 months

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juliescrawford's corner

i'm not new to tumblr, but i am new to this account lmao. i plan to write fanfics on here so think of this as a temporary list???

some things i REFUSE to write for is: r4pe, 1ncest, necro stuff, p3do stuff, or anything too triggering. depending on the request, there will be trigger warnings if needed :)

i might do smut in the future, but right now i won't take requests for it

i write for:

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nick jones

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julie crawford

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sonny williams

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dean winchester (early seasons rn)

sam winchester (early seasons rn)

feel free to leave requests pookies <3

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demowogorgon · 3 years

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The Art of Breathing

Summary: In which Julie chases you down and fucks you in the woods. CW for Primal/Prey play and Knife Play. Reader is completely gender-neutral but has a vulva.

Pairing: Julie Kostenko/Reader (Established Relationship)

Word Count: 2537

If there’s one thing you know about Julie, it’s that she loves the thrill of the chase. The pounding of blood and adrenaline flowing through her veins like a dam newly burst is a feeling like no other, and it's one that she looks forward to in every trial. But it’s even more exhilarating when the chase leads to you: or perhaps, when the chase starts with you.

The cabin is eerily quiet as you pass through the threshold, save for the sound of howling wind gliding off and around the rotting wood. It’s cold and quiet, absent of the joy, jokes and laughter that usually echoes through their halls.

It’s strange to wander around like this. You know that you can’t really be hurt outside of the trials - at least, not permanently - but you still feel the lightest of shivers rack your body as the unsettling atmosphere starts to set in. For a moment you consider turning back and returning to the campfire for the hour, rather than wait for your friends to return.

“Are you gonna come in and sit down, or are you just letting the cold air in?” Julie’s voice echoes from the shadows, making you jump out of your skin. Only then do you notice the edges of her boots swinging from the armrest of a plush chair, illuminated faintly by the dim moonlight that filters through the dilapidated wood. You smile, finally at ease and kicking the door shut with your foot, crossing the room in great strides. The wood creaks underneath your excited footsteps in the most familiar way that makes your heart soar, like a mother welcoming her child home. In another life you would have found the creaking and groaning wood eerie, like a scene out of a horror movie, but perhaps it’s the fond memories that you’ve shared at the abandoned resort that’s made the sound pleasant to your ears?

Julie smiles up at you as you walk around the armchair, kicking her feet off of the armrest and opening her arms for you. You walk closer, draping your arms around her neck while she drums her fingers along your waist. Her cropped brown hair is messy, and you card your fingers through her hair with a chuckle.

“No fire?” You ask.

She hums, pulling you into her lap rather than responding. You’re vaguely aware that the front of her pants isn’t flat as you lean in to kiss her, and you roll your hips experimentally. Your suspicions are confirmed when she leans back with a mutter.

“They just left, you know,” she murmurs, “Everyone should be out for another hour, at least.”

“Yeah?” you smile, leaning back in for another kiss. But you’re stopped when she winds her hands through your hair, pulling you back and drawing a hiss from your lips. The telltale click of a switchblade makes your heart race, although not unpleasantly so. Your eyes follow its path as she brings it up slowly to your cheek, dragging it down delicately past your neck and over your sternum. She makes no marks, but the cold blade leaves electric jolts flying through your body. She releases her hold on your hair, instead resting her newly-freed hand over your thigh. Part of you wants to move, to rock your hips into hers, but the reminder of the sharp blade keeps your hips in check.

“Are you gonna behave?” She all but purrs, flipping the blade and dragging it back up to your neck.

“Yes,” you whisper, “I’ll be good.”

“Good. I think…” she pauses, tapping the handle of the knife gently, “that I’d like to chase you tonight. Would you like that?”

You’re more than familiar with the game, and you can’t help the excited whine that claws its way from your lips at its mention. You hum affirmatively, resisting the urge to nod as the blade presses into your skin.

She smiles, revealing her all-too-sharp canines as her eyes darken in the pale moonlight. She taps the blade again before applying more pressure, peering at you through her eyelashes. “Use your words,” she says. Her voice lifts a fraction, teasing you with a grin. You fight the urge to swallow, heat rushing to your face like a dam newly burst.

“Yes,” you repeat.

She chuckles, letting the pressure off with a smile. “Always so eager,” she coos. She closes the blade with a dull “click” and places it on the arm of the chair, placing her other hand on your thigh. Her hands roam up and down your thighs, and you take the opportunity to lean in once more. The kiss she leaves on your lips is chaste, and you know not to push the boundaries any farther.

One last squeeze to your thighs, pleasant as it may be, coaxes you out of her lap. The silence is deafening as she stares you down like a hungry lion, eyes dark yet playful. Her tongue darts between her lips subconsciously, and it’s embarrassing just how hard you fight to suppress the urge to lean down for yet another kiss. You're so focused on her lips and the look in her eyes that you almost miss the words that flow out of her mouth, lips parting with a smile.

“Run.”

And just like that you’re out the door, rushing into the woods and frantic to abuse whatever headstart she feels like giving you. Your hands scrape against the rough bark of the trees as you run, peeling around one section of the woods before crossing to the other side in an attempt to make your tracks more complex, more confusing. The branches whip against your arms, drawing blood as you dart through the densest areas of the forest, and the air stings as it slaps against your new wounds. You’re not sure how much of a headstart you’re being allowed, but you’re determined to use every second of it. Your lungs burn as you push yourself further and further, leaping over fallen trees and ducking under larger branches like a frantic deer escaping a predator.

That feeling is only heightened as you hear another set of footsteps join your own, but your movements are fluid and practiced as you bound through the dense woods. The supernatural, perpetually-nighttime air is ice-cold in your lungs, but it only serves to exacerbate the burning ache that grows within them. You zigzag through the trees, hoping to throw her off enough to make more distance, but the thudding of her boots seems to come from every direction as you run.

Your only mistake was attempting to pass through a clearing, and you realize it the moment you feel her body slam into yours. You push yourself off the ground, kicking as you try to get away. And for a moment you succeed, rising halfway to your feet before she grabs you by the ankle and pulls your body back with a ‘zip’ along the grass and snow. Your struggle ceases for a moment as she rolls you onto your back, climbing onto you and straddling your hips with her knees pressing down onto the backs of your hands. You try to pull your hands out, to possibly push back and prolong the chase, but you stop the moment she pulls out her hunting knife, slamming the blade into the dirt above your head with a force that seems to shake the world. And in that moment the world stops, rocked by the sheer force of metal piercing through the earth.

“Caught you,” she breathes. The longest strands of her hair hang down from her face, chest heaving with the exertion and adrenaline that comes with her favorite game of chase. Her sepia eyes glint like the cat who caught the canary as she catches her breath, sweat rolling down her exposed arms and disappearing under her black tank top. She leans up, carding her hand through her hair once she’s sure that you’re not going to attempt another escape. The thick and endless woods are silent, save for your shared breaths and the heart that hammers endlessly in your ears. You swallow, eyes tracing the glints of her canines as she smiles down at you.

Your breath catches in your throat as her hand makes its way up your shirt, lingering at the lift of your chest before pushing up and tweaking your experimentally. And oh, the whine that claws its way from your lips is equal parts sinful and shameful, the chase having lit each and every sense on fire. Your body feels like it’s burning, and god how you ache to have her hands on you. She chuckles at your sensitivity but wastes no time, taking her knees off of your hands and undoing the buckle of your belt to pull your pants and briefs away from your body.

And just like that she’s on you, with her teeth on your neck and hand between your legs. Her fingers dip into your natural slick before darting back up to your clit, twisting and pulling at a pace that leaves stars floating in your vision.

“Fuck, Julie, please,” you babble mindlessly, “Please, I need it-”

“Use your words,” she coos.

“Please, I need you inside, please, please,” the words tumble out of your mouth, voice pitching as you buck against her hand. You hardly even recognize the words as they tumble out of your mouth, too desperate to even think straight.

She pulls away from your neck with a hum, drawing your gaze. Her eyes are dark, almost teasing. “I won, didn’t I?” Her voice is cocky as she speaks, the corners of her mouth lifting up in a smirk. “I think that means I get to choose.”

But she dips her fingers into your heat regardless, curling and fucking inside you in the way that leaves your legs shaking. Her palm presses against your clit, rubbing against it each time she pistons her fingers out of you. You can feel your wetness dripping down her hand, and you revel in the way that her breath shakes. She hums, sighing quietly as she gazes down at you - helpless and needy. She rocks back on her heels and returns her other hand to your clit, and you practically sob at the sensation. It’s not long before you’re shaking, the telltale wave of heat zipping through your body and the coil in your abdomen snapping. You come with a cry, unable to suppress the arch in your back or the gasp that tears its way through you.

The soft moan of your lover makes your cheeks flush and she dips down to lick up all that you have to give, holding your hips down with her arm as your body instinctively tries to squirm away.

She hardly gives you a moment to breathe once she comes up, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. The dirt is cold against your chest, and it’s a mind-numbing contrast to her warm hands as they travel along the dip in your spine and back to your ass. And then she’s pressing you back down again, digging her palm into the valley between your shoulder blades. The noises that follow are a blur - the clinking of her belt, the shucking of her pants, the clicks of a cap. But before you can even breathe, you feel the head of her favorite cock pressing at your entrance.

Each press into your sex leaves you breathless, the ridges of her strap leaving you with stars in your vision. Her grip on your hips is tight enough to leave bruises, and you can’t tell if the whine escaping from your throat is from the strength of her hands, or if it’s because of the way her strap is stretching you, filling out any bit of room you’ll allow. Her breath trembles before she laughs under her breath, and you feel a surge of pride in knowing that it’s because of you.

Your nails dig into the earth as she bottoms out, nerves still reeling from your previous orgasm. You whine at the fullness, prompting a chuckle from her.

“You really are just a dumb little prey animal, huh?” she laughs, “And you’re gonna take all that I have to give, understood?”

You nod rapidly, babbling half-broken yeses and pleads, far too gone to form coherent sentences. You’re vaguely aware of the way you’re moving your hips back against her strap, begging for more movement, more friction, more anything-

And oh, you’re damn close to praising every god under the sun when she starts moving your hips, rocking into your oversensitive hole. Her moans mix with yours as the silicon rocks back into her own clit, and you’re a babbling mess as she pulls you up by the throat, pulling you flush against her chest as she rocks into you relentlessly. Her mouth returns to your neck and shoulder, sucking dark marks into what little space isn’t covered by her hand. Her teeth leave deep indentations, canines threatening to break through your skin in a way that leaves you panting and whining - although whether you’re begging for more or less, you can’t seem to tell. Her mutterings of praise and adoration become background noise as she rocks into you, and each sensation - the way she’s fucking into you, the sting of her bites, her hand on your clit, the feeling of her fingers digging ever so slightly into your neck and instilling the most euphoric sense of lightheadedness - sends you shaking and coming with a cry that would rival the deafening call of an angel from heaven.

You suppress the urge to whine when she pulls out of you, instead choosing to wrap your arms around her neck as she pulls you flush toward her chest once more. Your heart still pounds as you come down from the high, heavy thrums pounding in your ears.

Your voice is dreamy when you find the words to speak, looking softly at her bright brown eyes. “Hey,” you greet.

“Hey,” she laughs. She cards a single hand through your hair before placing a chaste kiss to your shoulder. You smile and return the gesture, humming at the softness of her hair.

The next few moments together are tender as you coax each other into half-modesty, reclothing one another with quiet laughter and gentle jokes. And before you can react she’s sweeping you off your feet, twirling you around as she carries you back to the cabin. And in this world of darkness and uncertainty, everything seems to fall into place - even if only for a moment.

Your feet dangle as she carries you back to the little lodge, arms wrapped loosely around her neck.

“Hey baby?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

She laughs obligingly before planting a kiss to your lips. When she pulls back she scrunches her nose at you, sticking her tongue out playfully.

“One more?”

Again, she obliges.

“More?”

It’s not long before she’s twirling you around, placing goofy little kisses anywhere she can. The forest is filled with laughter like no other, and you’re certain that this is where you were always meant to be.

#julie kostenko x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd x reader smut #the legion x reader #dbd the legion x reader #dbd julie x reader #dbd imagine

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shirtlessfelix · 3 years

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A continuation of the body worship ask with frank & julie (together or separate either is good) but this time they repay the favor to f!survivor reader 👀👀

They love their sweet, funny, lover 😔👌

👀Well, if you say so... teamwork makes the dream work, right? :)

Worship and Praise - 2

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Since your last encounter with the Legion, you've been anxious to meet either of them again somewhere for more of that gentle intimacy of theirs that you crave. Images of Frank and Julie have been in the forefront of your thoughts, but you haven't run into them again. The Entity pit you up against Susie one trial, but she wasn't who you were hoping for.

Suddenly, your heart starts to race, and you hear a familiar panting come from behind you. A turn of your head and you're greeted with Julie's bloody mask, and you feel an excitement crop up in the pit of your stomach as you run away towards one of the many houses, and she injures someone else before running after you.

Everything you did with Julie comes back in one giant wave, and you wish you could do it all over again and hear her relaxed and pleased humming for you, but it's a bad idea to let her catch up just because you're lost in your fantasies... somehow, you manage to distract yourself enough that she catches up to you anyway on a Haddonfield staircase, but instead of stabbing you like you expect her to, she tackles you to the ground.

You hear her chuckle under the mask, and your horror turns into a kind of twisted excitement, still holding on to that lingering hope that she'll still want to toy with you like before. "Hey, you," she says teasingly, and you laugh at the feeling of her hands digging into your sides, enjoying the feeling of her again.

And then you hear footsteps beside you, and your heart stops for a moment before you look up to see another Legion mask gazing down at you. Frank. How did he even get into the trial? Maybe Julie snuck him in somehow, but you'd thought that was impossible. You feel exposed on the floor with both of them, and even more so when they bring you to the bed that they made up just for you. This is when their masks come off, and you know they're serious about this.

"It's nice to see you again, beautiful," Frank coos as he kneels down next to you and kisses your cheek, Julie caressing along your bare legs as she bites her lip. "Can I take this off?" His hand slides along your stomach and he flicks at your nipple that shows through the thin fabric of your tank top. You nod feverishly and whisper to him that he better take it off, and he quickly pulls it up over your head and throws it to the corner.

Julie's eyes are fixed on your chest that's partially covered by Frank's hand slowly gliding along your skin and squeezing at your breasts. A tingle comes up between your legs when you feel his tongue just next to your ear. "Don't be shy, Julie," you tell her, already aroused and getting wetter by the second. He smirks and slides her hands higher up your legs until they're under your skirt, lifting the fabric to reveal your panties that aren't covering you for very long.

Still massaging your breasts, Frank makes way with his mouth further down the side of your neck, very slowly kissing and nipping at your skin. Meanwhile, Julie marvels at how wet you are already and rubs her fingers in circles around your lips, watching you relax under both of their touches.

Julie trails kisses from your ankles all the way up to your middle, slipping her tongue out here and there and making you shiver with the cool air on your skin. Somehow, she knows how to press your every button, and where to kiss around your lustful lips to make your toes curl. But she doesn't stay down there for very long; she moves up beside frank and massages your folds while kissing your cheek, trying for your mouth so she can feel your moaning.

Accepting Julie's attempts to kiss you, Frank moves his face down to your breasts, licking over and sucking on your nipple while he caresses your knee and holds it apart so Julie can keep pleasuring you. "You're so pretty," Julie whispers in between kisses. "I'm jealous." You laugh shyly, and kiss her back deeply, and then you feel her fingers sink into you with little warning, but you were so ready for it. You wanted her that badly.

That's when Frank takes Julie's previous position between your legs, and she rubs your arousal over the nipple that Frank's tongue neglected. He wastes no time to flick his tongue quickly over your clit, then plunge it slowly into the rest of you and coax out a moan much louder than you anticipated. You curse into Julie's mouth, eyes and hips rolling, and between Julie's hand and Frank's tongue both slowly speeding up their movements, you aren't sure you'll last much longer.

Muffling your aroused cries into Julie's mouth, you quiver as Frank doesn't slow down and laps in your wetness, and Julie works her hand along your shoulder, still kissing you before she pulls away to neaten your hair and kiss down your neck. When Frank does slow down, he slides his tongue all the way up until your skirt strap stops him, and then he makes his way to your chest again, wanting to squeeze every ounce of satisfaction out of you.

By the time the trial ends, he and Julie are more than pleased with your reaction, and they're both tightly embracing you and relaxing you, letting you recover from that as they whisper compliments into both ears. The fog eventually comes in to take all three of you away, but you return to the camp dazed and exhausted, your secret still safe and the affirmations that they care about you deeply appreciated.

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 4 years

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A/N: Probably a little out of the ordinary but gonna post the legion’s n*fw alphabets and might do more things if you guys want more of the legion.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She's the kind to be in your arms or have you in her arms and she'll talk with you about what plans she has, she'll talk about her dreams of being underneath the scorching Californian sun and having her toes in the warm sand. She'll have a cigarette in between her lips and she'll be eager to listen to your dreams and encourage them.

If you guys had rough sex which isn't uncommon, she'll probably get a few towels or ice packs and help clean up the mess and what bruises are on your skin. Or she'll prepare you a nice hot bath and clean up the mess that you both made from the rough sex. She'll apologize for hurting you but says that she just finds it thrilling to see your bruises, love bites, and the mess she made of you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite body parts on herself have to be her hands, her lips, and her neck. She loves to touch and feel all over you with her slender hands, she loves to feel your arousal all over her hands. She likes no she knows that she's a master with her lips, she is a huge dirty talker and a master at oral from years of practicing with a hairbrush. Also, she loves her neck as it's one of her most sensitive places, she loves the feeling of you sucking on her neck or lightly squeezing her neck during sex, even using it as foreplay is a turn on for her.

Her favorite body parts on her partner would have to be their chest, their eyes, and their hair. She loves running her fingers over your chest and groping your chest from behind, sometimes she'll kiss and or lightly bite on your nipples and she loves seeing your chest covered in love bites and or hickeys. She loves gazing and looking into your eyes, seeing the pure filthy lust in them as she pleasures you mercilessly, she loves seeing them filled with tears as well. Not to mention, she loves grabbing a fistful of your hair during rough sex or even just lightly tugging during kissing to tease you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves to edge you, she loves to hold you back from coming, she loves seeing you beg for it to the point of tears and or your voice becoming hoarse, she sees cumming as almost like a treat that has to be earned. Or at least she sees it that way half the time, gentle and more delicate sex she'll waste no time in making you cum over and over again, showing you how much she wants to please you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She totally would be into being a dominatrix or at least like the idea of it but she knows not many people are into it but she would love to be dominant, telling you what to do and what not to do. Seeing you underneath her, begging for her with such wanton greedy eyes. But what excites her the most is breaking you, breaking your walls down, and just letting you become vulnerable because of her.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She has a bit of experience from previous boyfriends so she is no stranger to sex and knows exactly what she's doing and what she wants to do with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes most positions but loves the ones where she's in control but her favorites are coffee table, car mechanic, tight squeeze.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Depends on how close she is with you as well as what kind of relationship you have and if it's with someone such as Frank then there are a few rare occasions where they'll have a few laughs during sex.

She is not that humorous but more on the playful side of things, she doesn't mind a laugh here and there but it's not often that sex isn't seen as something serious for her.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She makes sure she doesn't have a full bush down there but there is a small bush down there and she makes sure things don't get out of control down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She's quite sweet and playful during intimate and gentle sex, she'll whisper sweet words into your ears and would nibble on your ears, she takes her time with you and makes sure to tease the hell out of you. She sweet talks you, encourages you and is a completely different person during intimate and romantic sex. She makes sure to caress your body, she takes real good care of you and makes sure that you know by the end of it that she still cares deeply about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn't masturbate often unless you've decided to turn the tables on her and tease the hell out of her, she doesn't keep many toys but she is a fan of vibrators and will use them when you're away or she's left desperately craving some relief.

She also prefers doing it on the couch or in her favorite chair in her bedroom, she'll have her legs spread wide and she'll go to town on herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She's a big fan of biting and hickeys during sex, she loves seeing your skin tainted with her marks, she loves to hear you gasp at the feeling, and she loves everything about it.

She likes to blindfold you or put headphones on your ears so she can deprive you of some of your senses, she loves blinding you and seeing your responses to her touching different areas that you can't see. She also loves to play games whilst depriving you of your senses, she will ask you where she is touching or what does she have on your skin. It's fun and interesting to do sometimes.

She loves to be able to control and deny when you can and can't cum, it's a fun way to make you vulnerable, to have you begging and crying for more. She finds your desperation to be incredibly arousing and will give in after you beg remarkably well, then she'll give you what you want but there are no promises.

She also is a fan of bondage and loves the idea of tying your hands above your head or handcuffing you and just feeling you up. She makes sure that there is a safe word in case things get uncomfortable but she enjoys having your arms restrained away from you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom obviously but she doesn't mind places where it's semi-public or where there's a possibility that someone can walk in. The movie theater is one of her favorite places to do it in especially the aspect of being nearly caught and the sound of a good horror movie in the background. She likes doing it in the kitchen as well as the hammock when she's in the mood to let you do some of the work and or when she's feeling lazy and horny.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A lot of things can get her going but the idea of you showing your shoulders or showing any kind of skin turns her on with the thought of your skin full of bite marks and hickeys, she's more likely to come up and kiss upon the area and whisper what she wants to do to you.

Also, you being a huge tease by like bending over in front of her or biting your lips whilst looking at her is a good way for her to get turned on. Or seeing you wearing something that shows off your legs or torso then you bet your sweet ass she's staring with impure thoughts in her head.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

A huge turn off for her is someone who gives in very easily and she likes the chase, she likes to break someone's pride down to crying and begging for their sweet release.

Also, anything where either of you are tied up, she doesn't like the idea of being completely restricted from being able to move.

Nothing where it involved blood or slicing you open, complete no-nos for her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves to do both, though she gives more than she receives and she is remarkably skilled with her tongue in which I headcanon that she eventually gets a tongue piercing that feels amazing during sex. She loves to go down on you and just hear your moans and groans of ecstasy, she loves to massage your thighs and or grab your breasts during oral. She uses her mouth as much as she can and loves to use her hands to massage other parts of your body.

When she's receiving, she makes sure to lead you to her sweet spots and encourages you during it, loves to tease you during it, and is the kind to pull and tug on your hair just when she's reaching her peak.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She takes her time but sometimes she can be rough and quick when she's had a stressful day but most of the time she likes taking her time with you and just dragging out sex for as long as she can. She loves to savor and relish every little moment during sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They're not uncommon but more likely to happen before school/college or during breaks in between classes and she enjoys them quite a bit but not as much as she does regular sex but likes them. Probably once or twice a week. She doesn't mind them but prefers to take her time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course, she is! She loves to take risks especially when you have been naughty, she enjoys teasing you in class by rubbing and pressing up against you or texting you how much she wants to give you oral. Or she'll buy a vibrator just for you to wear out in public and she'll turn it on and be merciless to you with the toy out in public. Probably leads to a quickie in the janitor's closet or bathroom.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She has built up her stamina over the years and has plenty of experience, she can last up to 3 rounds every night and lasts about 13 minutes in between every round. So good luck keeping up with her sexual stamina.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She keeps a few sex toys but doesn't use them much unless it's to tease you or to edge you. Her favorite toy is the vibrator and loves using it on you as foreplay. She also has these dice that she likes to play with at least once a month with you and they can be fun sometimes especially with the rest of the group. She also keeps a 6-inch dildo that she uses on herself whenever she's in the mood.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves to tease so much that you'd think the actual sex was like a reward for all the unfair teasing, she loves to make you beg for it, loves to see your thighs trembling and your eyes pleading with her own. She loves to feel how aroused you are and she loves to hear you scream her name before she pulls away from you with a devilish grin that you want to smack off of her lips, it's her thing and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She's the kind of girl to groan and deeply whine, her groans are breathless and husky and almost like growls whilst her whines are almost always deep and long and full of need. She might growl here and there during sex and they always sound deep and throaty, but if you tease her enough you'll probably earn a high yet abrupt moan from her.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She is a fan of seeing girls in large over-sized t-shirts or baggy hoodies that show their legs, top it off with some thigh highs and you'll have her squeezing on your thighs and wanting to eat you out.

For guys, probably wear anything like a hoodie that's unzipped and maybe a pair of sweatpants, she doesn't care if you have abs, it's enough to get the thought going of wanting to see more of your body.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has a medium-sized labia with a small amount of dark blonde pubic hair as well as having prominent inner lips and having a small clitoris and small clitoris hood.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She has a normal sex drive or a sex drive a little higher than normal which results in sex like twice or 3 times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She probably falls asleep a little while after you, maybe 15 minutes after you as she likes watching you just peacefully asleep beside her, and sometimes it takes her a little while to get rest as she used to struggle hard with insomnia.

#dbd #the legion #julie the legion #julie dbd #n*sfw alphabet #smut alphabet #julie kostenko #dbd smut

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rawmeknockout · 5 years

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some Legion/Reader HCs

//i gotta get this shit out before it rots my brain/

01 + ive seen HCs that Legion is essentially one person/sharing one body which i think is a cool idea in the way you might be able to hear all their voices layered on top of each other i think it would be extra spooky and supernatural and give more weight to the “theyve been there for years and are trapped in the entitys realm as one body + multiple minds so theyre pretty unstable”

02 + that being said, they are likely to fuck around with you at first. chase you down and single you out, separate you from other survivors just to slash you and let you get away. they focus on terrifying you by being unpredictable.

03 + Joey is the most likely to stalk you down and terrify you by doing absolutely nothing. he’s not any less brutal, though, and he’s definitely the most unpredictable. He doesn’t like the fact when youre in a trial its all he can focus on.

04 + Susie has conflicted feelings about whether to kill you or... reach out for a hug. It’s been so long since she’s been able to so much as hold someone’s hand, and she misses the contact more than anyone. it also makes her extremely frustrated and short-tempered.

05 + not to say that being the object of their misguided affections doesn’t have its perks. they are more likely to drop you on the hatch if youve struggled during a trial. you’re like all the people they used to pick on and harass, which causes some of them to feel regretful about wasting their mortal lives.

06 + Frank thinks you’re a passing obsession for Susie and Julie, but when that doesn’t go away he figures he has to deal with it. He’s constantly hounded by their thoughts, and you’re just one survivor. if theyre only soft for you its fine, probably,,,,

07 + Frank likes to mess with you. He’s always been a manipulator and too charismatic for his own good, so fiddling with your emotions is nothing to him. It earns him the ire of Susie on bad days, but it’s a small price to pay for something different in the entity’s realm.

08 + Julie would call what she has on you a crush, but it’s not quite that easy to describe. You’re different and she’s used to the memories of people she knew and her friends. Eventually she’ll grow bored of you, she thinks, but there’s nothing wrong with messing around for a bit. She’s got nothing but time to waste.

09 + Depending on who it is, you’ll be peer-pressured into abandoning your fellow survivors or purposely messing up the generators to alert Legion to them. Most likely to do this is Joey and Frank, sometimes Julie if she’s particularly sour. As emotionally-stunted young adults, bullying is the only way they know how to communicate.

10 + there’s a locked room in the back of the Lodge, absolutely bolted shut to outsiders, but inside your picture is bolted up on the wall along with a weird mish-mash of collected junk as if several different people were carving out a very small home for themselves.

11 + Susie won’t say it but she thinks getting a matching tattoo with you would be awesome it would be so badass, but you’re not her babe,,, but you could be,,,,

smut under cut

01 + you cant convince me that Julie isnt a top and she doesnt like to peg its just not true she has the most top energy and she will let you know. as her new play thing, you are obligated to take the strap.

02 + Susie is nearly the same but she’s not into dominating as much as ‘playing’ with domination she’s not gonna humiliate you or call you her slut but she likes to run you down and exhaust you until you cant run any longer and then have her way with you.

03 + Julie is most likely to humiliate you in front of other survivors ur welcome

04 + Joey fucks you like he hates you bc part of him does. ur the puppet master who cursed his dick.

05 + Frank uses sex like a bargaining chip, because it usually ends with him dropping you by the hatch or letting you leave via an exit. Of course, you have to do something for him (usually sabotaging another survivor).

06 + okay, so maybe its just a personal kink but the idea of one person fucking you but someone else’s voice being prominent above the other layered voices is hot dont @ me it would be hot if Julie egged Frank on to fuck you and told you how good you are bc she its what she wants okay goodBYE

#txt #headcanons #smut #dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #julie #susie #joey #the legion #dbd legion #dbd susie #dbd joey #dbd frank #dbd julie

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noridoorman · 3 years

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Guys, excuse me😣

I wanted to write a lot more content after making the first HC and had many ideas, but my fever hit me hard and I simply couldn't write anything. I'm not 100% healthy yet but I'll try to make more stuff.

Here's everything I have started or planned this far:

Oneshots/One character fics:

Frank Morrison x Reader | SFW/NSFW, fluff, slight smut

Jake Park x Reader | Family n fluff, based around "What it means to be" made by MimiSeda on AO3, basically a fanfiction for a fanfiction

Ji-Woon Hak x Reader | Angst, Inspiration from a different Ji-Woon Hak Fanfic

Headcanons/Scenarios:

When you're sick | DBD Killer and Survivor, with Entity

When you die | DBD Killer and Survivor, pre-Entity, Angst

How you cuddle | DBD Killer and Survivor

How they treat you in trials | DBD Killer and Survivor

Potential stories:

Frank Morrison x Reader ~ HOPE/LESS | Outline is already finished, I abandoned the project a little bit though

Jake Park x Reader - The Names Beneath | I only have the concept and main-plot in my mind

(I'M OBSESSED WITH THE COLORS ON THIS APP)

Some peeps can request too but I can't do all characters nor do I really want to. And I'm not consistent with requests so I won't do them as frequent, probably.

Here are some rules tho and the characters I don't wrote for:

Characters I will NOT write for:

➢The Hag, Lisa Sherwood (Her backstory is extremely inconsistent, and writing for her would be really difficult)

➢ The Doctor, Herman Carter (I'm not very fond of him)

➢ The Cannibal, Bubba Swayer (I haven't watched his movie and don't know much about him. I'm also not very fond of him)

➢ The Nightmare, Freddy Krueger (Nope, he's a pedophile)

➢ The Pig, Amanda Young (I haven't watched Saw yet, I know nothing about her)

➢ The Clown, Jeffery Hawk (Nope, he's disgusting asfuck)

➢ Nemesis T-Type (I really don't like him and don't know how to write for him)

➢ The Blight, Talbot Grimes (He looks pretty disgusting ngl)

Characters that I'll only write platonic relationships for:

➢ Ace Visconti (He looks a little old)

➢ William "Bill" Overbeck (He's really old)

➢ Ashley J. Williams (He looks a little old)

➢ The Demogorgon (Demodoggo)

➢ The Twins, Victor and Charlotte Deshayes (Kick the fetus though)

➢ The Legion, Susie (Susie is underaged)

➢ Laurie Strode (She's 17)

Characters I'd LOVE for you to request (please do):

➢ Jake Park (I'm sorry but he took my heart)

➢ Yui Kimura (I don't know if I want her or be like her)

➢ The Trapper, Evan MacMillan (He needs some LOVE)

➢ The Hillbilly, Max Thompson Jr. (He also needs some LOVE)

➢ The Shape, Micheal Myers (My HC for this bitch is that he's extremely touch- and love-starved so love him)

➢ The Huntress, Anna (Dom hatchet mommy with biceps)

➢ The Legion, Frank & Julie (I'll top Frank but Julie can top me)

➢ The Trickster, Ji-Woon Hak (The devs are asking for NSFW at this point)

Bye bye

#dead by daylight #dbd #fanfictions #dbd fanfictions #dead by daylight fanfictions #dead by daylight oneshots #dead by daylight hc

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prcttyrps · 3 years

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dead by daylight smut

willing to double up, but i'm looking for anyone willing to write as huntress, julie or frank from leigon, the demogorgon, or ghostface against my steve, nancy, or kate! definitely kink and taboo-heavy, preferably set in the dbd world. if you're interested, like or message me!

#discord rp #discord smut rp #smut rp #&&. plots #dbd rp #indie smut rp

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gloomyambivert · 9 months

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The Legion (Julie Kostenko) Headcanons

(CW: Smut)

-She may be a switch, but she prefers being a top 90% of the time. But regardless, she'll always be in charge. Even when she's being the bottom, well they don't call her a power bottom for nothing!

-Sadistic AF! Lots of teasing, degrading, some humiliation, spanking, hair pulling, choking, etc. However no matter how sadistic she is, she'll always make sure you're also enjoying it. If she goes too far or does something you don't like, just say the safe word, and she'll be sure to stop and comfort you.

-HUGE PRIMAL KINK. She's good at making animalistic noises like purring, snarling, growling and hissing. In fact she'll go out of her way to growl into your ear, and leave a huge amount of scratches and bite marks all over you. She also loves the hunt so if you ever consider having her chase you, RUN.

-She'll try to be gentle with soft bottoms unless they're masochistic. Bonus points if they're shy type.

-However, when it comes to brats, she won't show mercy. You won't last a second since you'll end up having trouble walking for days.

-Sometimes she like to use BOTH praising and degrading at times (ex:"You're doing great for a dirty little slut." "You're so pathetic it's adorable")

-If her sub is AFAB, she would still be ok with scissoring, but she always prefers pegging.

-QUEEN OF AFTERCARE. She's super affectionate and caring. She always has snacks and water prepared. She'll even use scented candles. In fact, if you suggest it, she'll happily oblige to take a bath or shower with you. She wants to hold you close as she cuddles you. And sometimes she'll tease you a bit during aftercare.

-A pro at grinding, but not in the way you'd think. Usually when people think of a girl grinding it always seems pretty submissive and different. She grinds in a masculine way (like how a guy will thrust or dive into the floor and grind. AKA masculine sensual dancing). *cough* CHANNING TATUM WHO? *cough*

-If you are her sub, she'll be quite possessive of you. If she sees someone trying to hit on you, she'll be sure to watch and see what happens. If they get persistent after you reject them, she won't hesitate to throw hands and tell them to stay tf away.

-If she gives you a collar, she'll make sure you wear it AT ALL TIMES so everyone sees who you belong to.

-She has a vibrating tongue piercing. She finds it useful for when she eats you out.

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years

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Basketcase

Chap 13- A Really Bad Idea

Mentions of: Cheating, Sexual Intercourse, Oral Sex, Slight Masturbation, etc.

When you arrive back at the lodge, no one is there, just you and Frank. Everyone else must’ve left for trials or something. It was fine, you’d just let him help you out and head back to the campfire with him. That was it. That’s all that would happen.

Frank finished wrapping your bandage, patting your forearm softly. “There. Feel any better?”

You nodded, bending your elbow and looking down at the bandages, feeling them start to heal. “Good, because that’s the last time I’m letting you go to the campfire alone, you klutz. Someone’s going with you and I don’t care who.”

“I was fine, I just got a little distracted, that’s all.” You mumbled, pouting a bit, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “How did you even find me, anyway?”

“I may or may not have been uhm, following you,” Frank admitted. You grinned, shaking your head. “Stalker.”

Sighing, you got to your feet, stretching, and rolling your ankle. It had healed up pretty quick, surprisingly. Maybe The Entity did have some mercy, after all. “Well, I guess we should go now.”

“Wait. Can’t we just talk for a bit?” He stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

“You sure that’s a good idea? I mean, what if we anger The Entity again? And what about Jul-”

“That won’t happen. I made a deal with The Entity so we can be alone for a bit.” He told you, sitting you back down on the couch with him.

“You what? Frank, that’s a really, really, bad idea. What happens if- Why did you do this?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“I just wanted to talk, so I could figure out..” He trailed off, growing quiet.

“Wanted to figure out what?” You pressed him.

“I wanted to figure out my feelings for you. Why I can’t get you out of my head. Why I can’t stop thinking about you.” Frank confessed. And you stopped, all your anger, all your apprehension and fear disappearing.

You were aware something was happening between you two, but hearing it being said out loud only intensified your feelings. You grabbed his mask, pulling it off and revealing his face, which was slightly flushed. Grabbing his chin, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. Or else you would’ve been dead for that.” Frank taunted, breaking the kiss, only to kiss you again.

“I think you’d have a hard time killing me.” You murmured, with a smile, while he pulled away.

He moved his lips further down your neck, kissing, sucking, and leaving hickeys, marking you as his. You let out a soft moan, as he went lower, his teeth grazing against your skin. It was a pleasant experience, your body in complete bliss. And then he bit down.

You let out a little yelp of a surprise at the sudden action, jumping slightly. It wasn’t painful, it just caught you off guard. He continued biting and sucking, moving further down your blouse, starting to unbutton it. “Mm, Frank, Frank-”

“Yeah?” He asked between kisses, fiddling with the buttons, opening your shirt halfway.

“Why don’t we go upstairs? To a more, uhm, appropriate setting?” You suggested. He sat there silently, staring at you for a good moment, before grabbing the undersides of your thighs, picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping your arms hooked around his neck, continuing to kiss him while he carried you over to the room. He kicked the door open, dropping you down onto his mattress, watching your back bounce off of it. Frank looked down at you with a loving smile, his lustful eyes trailing down to your chest.

“So fucking beautiful.” He mutters, cupping your cheek, caressing it softly, admiring how your face flushed at his words, before kissing you yet again.

“You sure you want to do this?” You ask, putting your hands on his shoulders and stopping him for a brief moment.

“Yeah, of course. Are you?” He responds.

“Yes, it’s just- I’ve never um…y’know..” You looked away from him, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Oh right. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He purred, making your body grow hotter at the second.

He continued removing your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt and taking it off, and then your skirt, leaving you in just your bra, panties, and tights. Running his hands up and down your waist, he unhooked your bra, pressing kisses all over your chest. Then, he moved down to your abdomen, pulling down your stockings and panties.

You moved your hands over your chest, feeling self conscious and exposed, like Frank was wearing too much clothing and you weren’t wearing enough. He noticed this, taking your arms and moving them away. “I want to see you.”

In an effort to make you more comfortable, Frank removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. You tried not to drool at the sight, staring for way too long. Long enough for him to notice and smirk at you smugly. “Like what you see?”

“Shut up.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and giving him a soft shove.

Chuckling lowley, Frank kneeled down in front of you, spreading your legs open, eyeing how drenched you were. “So fucking wet. All for me.”

He licked his lips, a preadatory gaze in his eyes, and for a moment, you thought he was going to eat you alive. Kissing and leaving hickeys on your inner thighs, Frank moved closer and closer to your aching heat, until his breath was fanning over it.

“Stop teasin- Oh-” You moaned, as he suddenly pressed his tongue flat against you, giving it a long kitten lick.

He moved his tongue over your clit, the cool metal of his piercing making you arch your back. Never had you thought you would be so sensitive with something like this. He ran his fingers over your nub, rubbing slow circles, while he slipped his tongue inside your wet entrance.

“Oh my god, Frank, that feels so- fuck- good- shit-” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your thighs clamping down on him. And if it wasn’t for his hands keeping them apart, you’d probably be strangling him right now.

He hummed against your cunt, sending pleasurable vibrations against them, and you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, whines, mewls and babbles of pleasure falling from your lips. “I feel- I feel- fuck-”

You came right on his tongue, but he kept on going, watching your hips buck into his mouth, tears pricking your eyes in overstimulation, licking up all of your juices. After another moment or two, he pulled away, wiping his face, and kissing you. You kissed him back, tasting yourself on his lips.

“You taste so good. Nice and sweet.” He murmured, sending a jolt to your already oversensitive pussy.

“I want to try something.” Straddling Frank, you pushed him back on the bed, starting to unbuckle his belt. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to taste you too.” You interrupted him, pulling his pants down, taking his boxers along with.

You eyes his cock in awe. It was big. You didn’t know how it would fit without breaking you. Shaking your head, you pushed your thoughts away, wrapping your mouth around his tip, tasting the salty precum that was beading there. Slowly, you went down further, and further, taking him in more, hollowing your cheeks and trying to take the most you could get.

You started bobbing your head, moving up and down on his cock, your teeth grazing him slightly. “Fuck- no teeth-”

You sent him an apologetic glance, licking along his base and doing your best to not let your teeth touch his member. Feeling your gag reflex kick in, you gagged slightly around him, choking and coughing. You stroked what you couldn’t take, doing the best you could to get him off.

“Here, let me help.” Frank ran his fingers through your hair, guiding you up and down on him.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised, when you managed to reach the base of his cock without coughing or choking.

He began to move faster, making you pick up the pace. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth, hearing his groans and praises grow louder, before he bucked his hips, forcing himself to the back of your throat, and climaxing right in your mouth. The hot load burned in your throat, making you cough a bit.

“Open.” He ordered, grabbing your chin, his fingers digging into your cheek. You stuck out your tongue, showing his seed to him. “Swallow, and show me when you’re done.”

You swallowed hard, opening your mouth, and showing that nothing was left. He grinned, already getting half hard from the sight, kissing you, and moving you underneath him.

He stroked himself, his free hand grabbing at one of your breasts, then moving down and playing with your clit. You moaned, grabbing the sheets in your hands, while he slipped two fingers in your entrance. The intrusion burned slightly, making you cry out a bit, but you got used to it, finding it more pleasurable, especially when he rubbed his thumb over your clit.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He murmured, wanting to prep you at first, but now getting off at the sight.

“Frank, I’m gonna-” Before you could finish, he pulled his fingers out, making you whine. He sucked on them, before slowly pushing himself in, stretching you out.

“Oh shit, oh fuck.” You immediately clamped down on him, climaxing just as he bottomed out.

“Yeah, keep on grabbing me like that. I’ll cum in no time.” He mumbled to you as he slowly began thrusting inside. From the pain of him stretching you out, and the overstimulation you got from just finishing, you were going to go crazy.

You dug your nails into Frank’s arms, as he began at a steady pace, hiding your face in the nape of his neck. “Too much, it’s too much.”

“You can do it, baby. Just one more time. You’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.” He praised, picking up the pace.

He groaned, throwing his head to the side, continuing to thrust into you, kissing down your neck. You dragged your nails down his back, holding him tight as you felt yourself grow close again.

“Frank, ‘m gonna- again.” You moaned, reaching your peak and while he kept on going.

“That’s it, you’re mine, my girl. I’ve wanted you like this so bad, and, fuck.” He pulled out, climaxing on your stomach. He held you close for another moment or two as you came down from your highs, before cleaning you up.

You were too tired to think of Frank’s words, or even process what just happened as you laid on his chest, feeling your eyes grow heavy, and eventually falling asleep.

#dbd #dead by deadlight #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd legion #legion dbd #frank morrison #legion frank #frank morrison x reader #legion julie #smut tag #killer x reader

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demowogorgon · 3 years

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We’re Alone - Julie Kostenko

Summary: She rolls her shoulders cockily as she cracks her knuckles with damn-near deafening cracks. The blood on her hands smear as she flexes and pops them, and you feel your breath catch in your throat at the action. But not from fear.

Smut

Word Count: 1978

Your feet pound against the hard dirt as you dart inbetween structures, searching for a suitable area to prolong your survival. You leap through the nearest window, eager to make as much distance as you can. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, and you can feel it pounding in your feet too. You can’t keep this up forever, of course, but what else can you do? Maybe if you fight hard enough, they’ll take pity on you and give you the Hatch. Or, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to find it on your own. But you’re not gonna give up. You can hear their labored breathing from the other side of the thin wall, and you prepare to make a decision. Will they take the outside, or the inside? You take your chances and dart through the open window, hoping that the momentum will give you enough distance to make it to the next pallet. But, you never make it through. Strong and calloused hands wrap around your waist to rip you away from the small opening, tearing an involuntary scream from your throat. You feel yourself being tossed forcefully to the ground, pushing the air out of your lungs as your back hits the cold dirt. You expect to feel the searing heat of the knife in your gut, and you close your eyes tightly and brace yourself. Instead, you hear a dull thump against the dirt. You reluctantly open your eyes. A familiar mask and knife rest at your feet, and you will your eyes up to the killer’s face. Julie. She stands above you, smirking. She rolls her shoulders cockily as she cracks her knuckles with damn-near deafening cracks. The blood on her hands smear as she flexes and pops them, and you feel your breath catch in your throat at the action. But not from fear. The second you make eye contact, she drops to her knees, straddling you as she places hot and heavy kisses against your throat. You instinctively thread your fingers through her soft, short hair to tug her closer, always eager for her touches. She moans as your hands catch on her hair, pushing her further and growling as she peppers your neck with kisses. Then she suddenly bites down harshly, causing you to arch into her strong body. She holds you down firmly, reveling in the control she has over you, and you can’t help but whine at the display. Her breath is hot and needy against your neck as she mutters out gentle praises, coaxing gentle sighs and moans from your lips. Her hands push your shirt away and climb up your sides, leaving angry, red streaks of someone else’s blood in their wake. You push away the instinctual horror that comes along with the realization that you knew its owner, instead focusing on her ministrations. You trust her. She moves off of your body to pull her hips into a lock with yours, and one of her hands go to pull your leg around her waist, finding the perfect angle and grinding into you. You whimper lightly, and she smirks against your neck with a dark chuckle. “Baby, we’re in a trial,” you whine, “What if we get caught?” She nips at your pulse again before speaking: “We’re alone.” Those two words spark something in you, and your body moves of its own accord to pull her closer. Those words hold the implication of death, of murder, and yet, it doesn’t matter right now. Right now, you two are the only people left in the world, and there’s a problem that needs to be dealt with. You kiss her this time, eager for more contact. She groans against your lips as her hands trail higher, before tugging at your shirt roughly. “Off.” she growls. You don’t waste a single second, leaning up as far as you can, ripping off your shirt and bra and tossing it away as though it were fire. Julie’s dark eyes bore into your half-naked form with a thinly-veiled need that makes your own desire grow with an almost embarrassing intensity. You can feel the wetness between your legs grow at her unwavering, lustful gaze as a surge of heat courses through your body. You tug at the hem of her shirt impatiently, and she chuckles wordlessly. She pulls the fabric away nevertheless, and you take the time to gaze at her form. Her biceps ripple as she shucks off her heavy leather jacket and black shirt.You feel yourself flush as your eyes roam her form. It’s a sight you’ve seen countless times, but it's one that never seems to get old. Her chest and arms are littered with the faded black ink of small stick-and-pokes, like promises of true tattoos to come. A knife here, a skull there, and countless fires sketched in sharpie along her sides. A little firebug, she is. You run your hands along her thighs as she struggles with the clasp of her bra, before she gives up, and throws it over her head roughly with a deep, almost annoyed growl. The moment of reprieve is shattered as you’re pressed back into the dirt with your arms above your head and her mouth on your chest. One hand roughly presses your wrists into the dirt above you, and you rock your hips into hers with a groan as you think of the bruises it’ll leave in the morning. You can already imagine the questions of the other survivors, and how each throb and ache will reignite the flame in your core for her. Your things clench at the thought, causing her hips to buck into yours roughly. Her other hand roams across your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Julie swirls her tongue around your left nipple momentarily before returning to suck a dark spot into your neck. The actions leave you breathless, and the cold air only seeks to exacerbate it. Her hips rock steadily into your own,and you try your best to meet them. Fuck, you need more than this. “Please,” you beg. You can feel her smile against your pulse, and you swear under your breath. “Please what?” She teases. “Please, Julie, I need you,” you whine. She leans up and back onto her heels. Her hands run along the insides of your clothed thighs torturously, avoiding the place you need them the most. You shiver and you can’t help but squirm under her cruel touches. She smirks down at you darkly before cooing to you: “What do you need, babygirl?” “Please fuck me, I need you so badly.” The brief tense of her body tells you all that you need to know as she lets out a single shaky breath. And all at once, she’s back on you. The groan that claws its way out of her throat is primal as she tears away your pants with a practiced fluidity. You don’t have to move a muscle as your hips are being lifted up so that she can slide the back of her jacket under them. Smart. She tosses your jeans somewhere you can’t see and you gasp as the cold air hits the damp spot of your underwear. She huffs at that with a quiet smile, seemingly amused at your discomfort. She gives your thighs one last squeeze before pulling the last piece of clothing away at a torturously slow pace. The very feeling of fabric being peeled away from your embarrassingly slick cunt is enough to make you flush, but the moan that comes from Julie’s throat is enough to keep you open and exposed. She drags the tips of her fingers along the inside of your thighs before finally moving down to your exposed sex, parting your folds with a damn-near obscene noise. “You should have told me you were so soaked,” she groans, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” You shudder as the pads of her fingertips dance gently around your clit before dipping smoothly into your heat. They glide smoothly in and out of you as your body happily adjusts to the intrusion. You moan softly as she curls her fingers up, hips lifting to drive her deeper into the perfect spot that sends pleasure rolling through your body. Her voice lifts slightly as she leans down to bite and tug at your earlobe. Her whispers barely triumph over the noisy ministrations of her hand, but you relish the gentle pain of her bites and her hot breath against your neck. “You’re such a good girl,” she coos, “Say my name, babygirl. I want the world to know who you belong to, that I’m the only one who can unravel you like this. Beg for me babydoll.” You call her name before titling your head to pull her into a kiss, and she meets your lips eagerly. Her fingers quicken their pace without warning, the palm of her hand pressing against your clit as your tongues battle for dominance. You moan at her newfound pace, which she takes advantage of in winning the battle. Her tongue explores your mouth eagerly, drawing a sigh from your throat. You take the second inbetween moans and groans to suck gently on her tongue, finally coaxing a moan out of her own throat. You pull at her frantically, aching for as much contact as possible. A well-timed tug to her hair pulls more of those addicting noises from her, and you feel another rush of heat course through your body at the sound. She pulls back with a shudder and a sigh, eyes half-lidded with the haze of lust. Her name tumbles from your lips like a mantra as you near the edge, the only thing keeping you grounded to the world. Your nails rake down her back, drawing little groans and yesses from her lips, and you find your senses blinded by the cacophony of pleasure and noise. Your hips rock against her hand of their own accord as the coil in your body tightens. She pulls her fingers from your dripping pussy to swirl furiously around your clit, making your legs tremble and your moans pitch untold octaves higher. “Please Julie, please,” you beg. “Come for me, sweetheart,” she commands lowly, placing one hand around your neck firmly, “Come undone for me.” And you do. Right on command. Your breath catches underneath her strong hands, halting it in its tracks to heighten your sensations. You mouth her name happily and wordlessly as the coil inside you snaps, lending you to ecstasy. Waves of pleasure wash all over you, your entire body feels hot as you finally snap from all of her teasing and pleasing, seeing nothing but white hot stars.Her hand slows down, just enough to help you ride through each wave perfectly. She loosens her grip, and you suck in air eagerly. She’s careful not to overstimulate you as you ride through each wave, heart pounding and chest heaving as your senses slowly come back to you. Julie flops next to you, held up by one arm as she pops her fingers into her mouth, licking your arousal off nonchalantly. Had your limbs not felt like jelly, you’re sure you would have pounced her then and there. And judging by the cocky look on her face, you think she knows that too. She smiles cockily before softening to place a gentle kiss to your lips. You hum at the contact, still trying to catch your breath. “You did a good job, babygirl,” she whispers. You laugh quietly, “I’m not done yet, give me five minutes to catch my breath.” “After all of that?” She chuckles, “I don’t think so. You can take care of me later.” “Yeah, later as in ‘in five minutes.’” She laughs. “Alright, alright. You’re too cute for your own good, baby doll.”

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