#high rise invasion smut

[angelltheninth]

Shower Thoughts

Pairing: Sniper Mask x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, shower sex, groping, masturbation, Reader pinned against the wall, the mask stays on during sex, Sniper Mask has a slight praise kink

Word count: 1.4k

Ao3

A/N: That one scene with him in the shower made the anime better. If it wasn't there the anime would be less fun.

Try as he may sometimes Yuka is forced to admit that no matter how cool he is, he is still just a man, and as such when he sees his girlfriend being badass, and maybe catches a panty shot, he can't help but get excited.

The trick is to keep the horny to himself until he can take care of it without embarrassing himself in the process. Since you lived together, for him it meant trying to rub one out while he's taking a shower.

He's got hot water running down his shoulders, his muscles aching while he rubs his cock up and down desperately, feeling so close yet he just can't seem to finish. He fully knows he's been taking longer then usual in the shower and that you're most likely gonna be calling for him any moment now, but can you blame him?

Call him spoiled but he's gotten used to the warmth of you pussy around his cock, he longs to feel it again. Longs to feel your fluttering walls tightening up around him as his cock pulses with the desire to come.

"Fuck, come on, I'm so close now." Just a few more pumps and he knows he's gonna paint the shower wall white. "Babe." He huffs, tittering on the brink of absolute nirvana.

"Yeah?" You ask, making him yelp and almost trip over as he jumps and whirls around, his hand still firmly holding his cock, now still, "Don't stop for me. You said you were close right?" You smirk as you step into the shower with him, barely leaving enough moving space in there.

"H-How long have you been there?" You could almost see his blush through his mask from how high his voice got.

"I knocked, you called my name, I assumed you heard me. Come to find out you're having a hard time." You press your body against him, your arms going around his neck, fingers passing through his wet hair. Yuka took a deep breath upon feeling your body heat against his hard cock, sending another pulse of lust through it.

His eyes averted from yours, you could see that much, his grip faltered as soon as he looked back, not sure if he should keep going or if you're just teasing him.

Perhaps he needed a little persuasion. You started by kissing his chest, your lips dragging across his skin, leaving goosebumps in your wake. Your hands pushed under the straps of his mask, dragging slowly to the front and lifting it up barely an inch before his hands are gently grasping your wrists and pushing you away. He sighs and shakes his head no.

"You know I'm not allowed to." He pressed your hand to the mouth of his mask, his breath tickling your palm, "I would love to show you my face. I can't imagine it's easy being with someone when you don't know what they look like."

You bite your lower lip, silent for a moment. "I-" It's not the same but tilt his head slightly upwards and you plant a kiss on the corner of his jaw, "I don't care who you are under the mask. I feel in love with you Yuka, for the person you are, not for what you look like under the mask." You pressed another kiss to his jaw, "I just feel that it would be nice to put a face to my fantasies."

Your hand joined his on his cock, slowly moving, when his would slide down your would slide up and then down as his came up. "Guess I'll have to make up for in a different way. Give you something good to remember." This was more like the Yuka you knew, with his smooth voice and rough hands grabbing you by the hips and turning you toward the wall, "Show me how wet you are."

No need for him to say it twice, you already braced one leg on his hip, drawing him close, his cock sliding between your glistening folds, "You have a solo mission tomorrow." He nodded firmly as he lined his cock up with your entrance, "Then you better make this really good Yuka."

That sounded like a challenge.

"I always aim to please. And I never miss." True to his words he thrust his entire length in you with one smooth forward roll of his hips, not stopping until your lower body was flush against his. A wave of shock passed through you from the sudden fullness, a tiniest sting before your pussy started to relax and mold against his cock.

He leaned forward, both hands hooked under your knees to keep your legs spread and to keep you from sliding away as he started to thrust his hard cock in and out, your pussy clenching in an effort to keep him in, he felt so warm, "So good." You gasp, your voice higher then normal.

There's no point in holding back, your moans, gasps, the slapping sounds your bodies make upon contact, that's for the two of you to enjoy to your fullest.

You move your head forward and drag your lips and tongue across his neck and shoulder. You lick the spot once, twice, before sinking your teeth into him, "I love it when you're like this. Go ahead sweetheart, mark me up." His hips jolt forward faster as he offers you more of his neck, "Makes you all hot to see me like that, even your pussy is possessive. It doesn't want to let go of my cock, not when it's being pounded good."

"What can I say? I'm a greedy woman." You clench more firmly around him as you suck another mark onto Yuka's neck, right where you know it'll peak out of his suit. "Can you blame me? You and your cock are the only good things about this damned place."

Feeling emboldened and spurred on by your words he grunted, his hips snapping into yours, his cock dragging along your walls, drops of cum giving you a taste of what's about to follow. With every roll of his hips you moaned harder, your moans no longer muffled against his neck as you threw your head back.

Yuka rubbed his mask along your neck, he wanted to mark you too, and since he couldn't do it with his mouth he would do it another way, with his cum.

He was already close when you interrupted him earlier, it's a miracle he lasted this long after he edged himself, you were so warm and tight and his cock fit inside you nicely, he had to be close, he was twitching so much, not just his cock but his entire body screamed with the need to come.

"What are you waiting for? I thought you were gonna mark me." Maybe he needs a little push. "I'm certainly ready to mark you some more." Your nails dig into his back, leaving pink marks as you arch your back, your cunt fluttering around his cock.

A more of push was exactly what he needed because a few more thrusts later and he's burred balls deep and shooting his hot load into you, his hips twitching as he does so. A lot of it is gonna get washed away when he pulls out, it doesn't matter because you feel the warm flood pulling you from heaven and back into his arms.

"Good boy Yuka. You did so good." You whisper into his ear, one hand still on his back while the other runs through his hair. Your mouth falls open, the lowest of mewls escaping you as he rolls forward in shallow thrusts.

"I did didn't I?" He replies in a smug tone, "Good enough to give you something to think about until I come home tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow and every day after that." You kiss over the hickies you left on his body, "Do you actually want to wash up now?"

"In a minute." Of course. He always liked a little bit of cuddles afterwards. He got so protective over you, he always wants to make sure you have what you need. Which is why he takes on a lot of solo missions in the first place. Your heart melts at that.

Hopefully once you get out of here both of you can make up for stolen time a little more thoroughly.

#sniper mask #sniper mask x reader #high rise invasion x reader #tenkuu shinpan x reader #yuka makoto #yuka makoto x reader #sniper mask smut #yuka makoto smut #hri x reader #high rise invasion smut #tenkuu shinpan smut

[amaya-writes]

Unmasked: Sniper Mask x gn Reader

Day Four of The Underrated And The Unwritten

Notes: At first this was going to be for a lot more characters but then I realised I barely remember most of them lol so here's a solo for sniper.

Warnings: slight dark themes, just things that are normal in the anime

Characters involved: Sniper Mask

Gender-neutral reader

Being in a relationship certainly was the last thing on your mind when you had dropped into this bizarre world.

All you wanted was to escape the hold that mask had on your mind and return to your normal world, yet somewhere along the way you found yourself falling for one of the nameless masked killers you had to deal with.

It started off as a simple understanding between allies: he wouldn't snitch about your defected mask if you didn't speak of his.

Yet over time that developed into looking over your shoulder in search of the telltale wisps of cigarette smoke or going out of your way to be in the same area as him in hopes of ensuring he wouldn't get ganged up on.

You were just looking out for an ally, that was all. Or at least, you tried telling yourself that to make you feel better.

You were happy that way, choosing to fool yourself into thinking the endearing sniper you had come to confide in was simply just a helping hand you needed to climb your way to the top.

Perhaps if it weren't for his bluntness you would have forever stayed oblivious and in denial.

"I'm not a child. I don't see the point in being too hung up on what ifs to make a move."

He had muttered the words one fine evening as he patched up a gash on your arm.

At first, you had thought nothing of it, but as you watched him reach for the strap behind his head and let the mask covering his face fall to the floor, you couldn't help but finally give in to your emotions.

It was like seeing his face was all you needed to break the spell you had cast upon your mind.

Things had seemed so simple after that.

You would meet up on secluded rooftops to watch the sun fall past the horizon with your limbs casually intertwined and a cigarette hanging between his lips, often reminiscing on what life was like before.

The two of you would stay like that until the butt of his second cigarette hit the floor, sometimes even remaining on the roof until one of you began to doze off.

You would leech the moment for all its worth, lingering on the rooftop until had to return to the base.

It was only then that the reality of your situation would hit, yet with his arm loosely wrapped around your frame and your discarded masks nowhere to be found, you could almost convince yourself that you were back home again, but this time, with the man you had fallen for by your side.

#this lowkey sucked so much but im too busy today to do anything about it #sniper mask x you #sniper mask x reader #sniper mask drabbles #sniper mask imagine #sniper mask scenarios #high rise invasion x you #high rise invasion x reader #high rise invasion drabbles #high rise invasion imagines #high rise invasion smut #sniper mask

[eiflawriting]

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵۵ 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @maydayaisha 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣. 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯!𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐. 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘warnings! 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.) 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 . 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 3.8𝘬

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘author's notes 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘴𝘬𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥(𝘰𝘧𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦…𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺). 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘴𝘬. 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘱.𝘴: 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Tonight felt lonelier than others. Your body wouldn't allow you to sleep, finding yourself on the balcony of your high-rise condo smoking a joint with a glass of whiskey in your hand. The cool air tickled your flesh as the moonlight kept you company, beaming at the ochre of your complexion to keep its presence known. Your chestnut eyes, slightly reddened from the joint, stared blankly at the sky. All you could think about was him. The man you were in love with, who you knew as, SP. A mysterious love it was, but you didn't care. There was something about him that your heart couldn't resist. 

You were on your way home from work the night you met. Two unknown men were following you, causing you to take unnecessary detours. As you hit the corner, you ran into SP. He saw how frightened you looked, allowing his eyes to wander behind you. He took notice of the situation in which he pretended to be your friend. The meeting wasn't ideal. However, it established the relationship you currently had. Since that night, you've remained somewhat in contact. Although you didn't see him as often as you wished, the moments spent felt as if you had known him for an eternity. He was kind beyond words. His naturally relaxed demeanor kept you at ease every time you were together. Though, you couldn't help but get worried. 

SP was an assassin. This was one of the first things he told you as your relationship began to grow intimate. It took you back some, but honestly, it was nothing that would cause you to cut ties with him. If anything, you were concerned for his well-being. SP assured you that he was good at what he does, so you kept your worries to yourself because you couldn't do anything but trust him. If only you could see him more. However, you knew his line of work always kept him on the go. What he did for a living was fucked up, but the person he is and how he treated you was all that mattered. And let's just say he cared for you well—especially in the bedroom. 

On a few occasions, SP would come over to your condo (which he brought, by the way), and would fuck you passionately in those satin sheets as if it was his last. Every vein on his dick would pleasurably graze your walls, constantly kissing your cushion to perfection. Your voices would intertwine in beautiful harmony, creating a playlist of your moans and sounds of pleasure. It was foolish of him to tell you to keep your options open. Why would you? It was silly, but you'd rather keep your occasional intimate moments than waste time with someone else. No other man would compare even if you tried. 

You missed him so much that it hurts. It's been three months since you last saw SP. The last you heard from him was through a pay phone stationed in Kyoto. Your face grew warm just from the timbre of his voice. Smooth and raspy, you thought. The call lasted five minutes, but every minute used was him telling you how he couldn't wait to have you in his embrace once more. As you, too, felt the same. You needed him with you badly. Your favorites were those nights when you would smoke a J and down a whiskey bottle together. SP wasn't much of a talker, but you knew, based on the soft smile on his face, you would always have his undivided attention. Just thinking about him caused a lone tear to escape your eye as you attempted to take a puff at the near burnt-out joint. 

You grew frustrated from the lighter not sparking a flame, delaying you from finishing the rolled cannabis. But your frustration soon turned into relief, more so shocked, from the presence behind you. 

There he was, resting his hand on your hip as the other used his lighter to light the joint held eagerly between your lips. You turn around to meet with those chocolate-colored eyes, having a doe-eyed expression yourself. It's like you were staring at a ghost. Three months you haven't seen this man, and here he was, standing on your balcony with you. You were happy yet angry. How could he leave for so long? All he gave you was a five-minute phone call. You parted your lips to argue, but the tears rapidly decorating your cheeks caused you to look away, forming a thick lump in your throat. 

Although you weren't looking at SP, you could feel his expression soften as he continued to survey your features. Your beauty was everything to him. Something he's never seen before. SP felt guilty. Regardless of him telling you to keep your options open, he should've known that wouldn't have happened. You haven't told him, but he knew you felt strongly for him. It was more than just sex. Those conversations while being under the influence felt like once-in-a-lifetime moments. At times, he couldn't believe you allowed a stranger into your home, knowing only his age and profession. You didn't even know his real name, but there was something about his company that made you feel safe. 

His hands rested on your cheeks, turning your face to meet his gaze again. His thumb brushed under your eyes to wipe away your tears. Even in distress, you took a puff of your joint, causing SP to softly chuckle. No matter how sad you were, you thought it was nothing cannabis couldn't fix. Your face was to his, but your eyes averted elsewhere. He took the opportunity to place a delicate kiss on your lips, and you instantly melted from the action. You could be mad at him all you want. However, you knew you were just hurt from being without him for this long. Foolish of you to fall in love with a man you didn't know, but your heart made no mistake saying otherwise. 

The kiss was meaningful, having varieties of emotions. Longing. Pain. Nostalgia—Love. You set aside your blunt on the ashtray, holding onto his wrists as your tongues danced with one another. SP groaned from the taste of the mixed toxicants and how sweet you were. How plush and cozy those two-toned lips of yours felt against his. The high he felt off you was the best he ever felt. After parting lips, you finally looked at him to take in the features you loved so much. Your fingers would get lost in his dark, messy hair as you straddled his lap. Those warm eyes would burn through your soul. That distinctive scar under his left eye made you question how it got there, ensuring to always kiss it when you made love. It was him. He was here. 

"You're here," you breathed.  

"I am. I've missed you so much." 

Your eyes began to well. "What took you so long? I was okay with weeks, but three months?" 

"I know—I'm so sorry. It's just this assassin shit isn't easy." 

"I understand," you said doubtfully, lowering your head. 

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, [Y/N]." Doing as he says, you meet his gaze, eyes slowly blinking from the substances in your system. "I worked nonstop. No sleep until I came back here to you. I'm sorry. I should've gotten in contact with you to let you know it was going to be a while. I'm here now, okay?" 

You gave him a soft smile. "Okay." 

"May I?" he asked, referring to taking a puff from your near-done joint. You nodded, causing him to stick the substance between his lips to light. As he did so, his eyes began exploring your appearance. You wore a red silk robe and underneath was a sexy black two-piece lingerie set. SP only got a glimpse of your full thighs and the plushness of your round breasts, immediately getting hard. "You're fucking someone else?"  

You gave him a side-eye while pouring a glass of whiskey. "Yeah, and you're interrupting. He should be over any minute." 

"Haha, bullshit." 

"Hm, that's what you think?" 

He inhaled the substance, pulling you by your waist to brush his mouth over yours, "That's what I know," then exhaled in your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours. This kiss was more heated than the initial one. SP was so desperate for you as you were for him. Without parting from you, he set aside the bite-size joint on the ashtray, tapping at the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You cuffed his face to deepen the kiss, flicking your tongue across his lips before sucking the bottom into your mouth. As you continued, he returned inside to sit on the corner of your bed. 

As you straddled his lap, you removed your silk robe to reveal that sexy lingerie set. He hissed, seeing how the moonlight instantly gravitated to the umber in your complexion, causing your skin to beam beautifully. SP yearned for this exact moment all three months he has been away from you. Those sexy photos you printed for him helped him fist his cock every night, mewling your name in despair once he reached his climax. He was a hot cumming mess, but it was nothing compared to being deep into your velvet walls. It was good you were on birth control because he always ensured to fill up you perfectly every time he fucked you. 

You eagerly took off his shirt, grinding against his hardened erection, pleasurably sighing at the friction. The kisses you left along his neck were sinfully filled with need. You flattened your tongue, taking long and slow strokes, tasting the mixture of his amber-scented cologne and sweat. The actions may not have been much, but they were enough to have him softly moaning. He gripped your waist, aiding you to grind harder on his clothed dick. However, doing that caused an idea to spark in his mind. 

"Take these off," he whispered, tugging at the band of your panties. You groaned in frustration from being apart from him, but you did as you were told. While you did so, SP stripped those black fitted jeans to allow his needy friend to breathe, only in his briefs. He had almost forgotten the rolled blunt in his pocket, so he lit it up between his lips. Pulling you back into his embrace, SP placed you on his thigh, cursing from feeling your heated arousal on his bare skin. His hands explored your thick curves, stopping at your ass to firmly grip. You didn't need to be told what to do—you already knew. 

You took a rhythmic pace as you massaged your pussy on his thigh. Every motion you made heightened the volume of your moans. "If only you could see how beautiful you look right now," he thought. You were doing such a job using him to cum. A pleasant smirk was placed on his face as he inhaled the substance sharply. Your pussy felt so fucking good against his thigh. So warm and wet. He looked down between you to see how your juices coated his skin, in which his leg hair glistened. Your hunger only became more evident the quicker your motions were. He enjoyed seeing you needy. It only made him more eager to be inside of you. 

"How're you feeling, pretty girl?"  

"G-Good. This feels so fucking good, baby," you whimpered.  

"Can I help you feel better?" You nodded, causing him to take another puff of the joint before placing it between your lips. He moved his hands to your waist, gliding your hips back and forth in a frantic motion. SP firmly held you down to apply pressure to your throbbing clit. When you reached the peak of his knee, he bounced his leg as he rolled your hips in an infinity shape, immediately making you cry out.  

"SP, baby, fuck! Fuck, don't stop doing that." Your mind felt cloudy not only from the weed but because of your near orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, taking another hit at the blunt, then holding it between his lips so he could too. All that circulated in the air was your lewd noises of whimpers and wetness of your soaking cunt, the smell of cannabis, and his curse words of approval. SP was determined to rip this climax out of you, and you knew from how he gripped your waist he was sure to do so. You couldn't help but think bruises would show the following day.  

"I know you want to cum, angel. Go ahead and cum for me, yeah?" he cooed. 

It's as if his voice was a spell in which you came on cue. Your pussy clenched onto nothing. He continued to grind you on his thighs to ride out your orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your lips to transfer your moans into his mouth. Latching onto his tongue, you sucked it vigorously, and he involuntarily jerked his hips. He couldn't be more pleased with how your essences beautifully coated his thigh. 

Once you finished your release, he abruptly pulled out his dick to give it a few pumps. He hated rushing while being with you, but he was too desperate to feel your pussy flutter around his length. SP lifted you, hooking his arms under your knees fold to align himself with your entrance. He began teasing your clit with his tip. However, after a few whines from you, he slowly applied pressure to your hole, allowing his dick to disappear into your body. You shared a lingering moan with yours ending in—

"F-Fuck—Oh gosh. S'big, SP," you purred.  

"I know, angel, but you can take it. I know you can. Just relax for me. Let me take care of you." Your brows knitted, confused about how big his dick was. That angry mushroom-shaped tip stretched open your entrance. He was barely inside of you, and it already felt like you would cum again. You had sex several times, but you always had to adjust to his size. Though you trusted him, you knew he would fuck you good like all the other times. Thus, you relaxed your body to allow him in. "Yes—just like that, sweetheart. This pussy is so fucking tight. Look how it's already hugging me." 

Every time SP raised you, he slammed you on his cock, ensuring to kiss your cushion. Your pussy was stubborn, but he had no issue working open those walls. His warm eyes pierced through your soul, focusing on seeing how pretty you looked while being fucked. Eyes heavy-lidded, slightly redden, filled with lust. Your full two-toned lips parted as soft whimpers aired through. The heat across your cheeks was evident even with the deepness of your complexion. SP enjoyed how you responded to his touch. It stroked his ego more because he knew his effect on you, and he would do anything to further that desperation. 

His pace was now brutal. The gushing sound of your wetness echoed the room due to his tempo. You howled, and although he loved hearing your cries, he needed to savor those sweet lips again, eagerly plunging his tongue to the back of your throat. Your dripping cunt clenched, knowing its owner by how it molded around his dick. He stretched you so well. This toe-curling fucking is what you yearned for months. You didn't want to be filled by no one else but him, and how you creamed his cock, your pussy couldn't agree more. 

"Yes. Fucking yes, baby. T-This dick is so—oh my gosh," you cried. 

He chuckled. "This dick is so what, sweetheart? Talk to me. Tell me how you feel. This pussy is telling me, but I want to hear it from you." 

"So—ngh—so fucking g-good. I missed this dick." 

"It misses you too. You're doing such a good job taking me, pretty girl," he murmured. After a few more thrusts, he sat on the bed to have you bounce on his cock. He snapped your bra off with just one finger to throw across the room. Your full tits slightly sagged and were beautifully decorated with stretch marks. Those dark brown nipples had him drooling, immediately latching onto one of them in his mouth while he fondled the other. Your back arched as you intertwined your fingers into his dark locks to deepen his embrace. SP returned his warm hands to your ass to begin bouncing you.  

"It's too deep. You're too deep—f-fuck." 

"Tch, what did I tell you, sweetheart? I'm going to what?" 

"You're—shit—you're going to take care of me," you quaked. 

"That's right. You don't have to do anything. Let me do all the work, okay?" You nodded, causing him to smirk. "Good girl. Now, light that blunt while I fuck you." 

It was tricky lighting the joint while he pulled you on his length, but you managed. You held the substance for him to inhale, exhaling on your skin as he left wet kisses along your core. Sweet, he notes. He continued building pleasure in which both your skin burned heat. You took a pull, sensually smooching his rosy pink lips as you lightly caressed the back of his neck. The high you feel now has been the highest you ever felt. A fire of spiraling sensations was now forming in your stomach. Your pussy gripped his cock without having any intentions of letting go. 

This was the man you've been craving for months. The man you dreamed of day in and day out. Every time you made love, it felt like the first time. He was your favorite drug. A vision of ecstasy. You were in love—and he needed to know that. 

"I love how you fuck me—I love you—I love you so much," you breathed.  

His dick twitched. "What?" 

"I said I love you, SP." 

"Say it again," he rasped.  

"I love you, S-" 

"Yuka. That’s my name. Fuck, please. Please say that shit again." 

"Y-Yuka—ah—I love you," you stammered as he gave you a deep stroke.   

"Yes—Yes. You're so perfect. I love you, too, angel." How his given name rolled beautifully off your tongue had him going. However, hearing you say you love him caused a different hunger to unravel. He fucked you, and he fucked you hard. The tip of his dick was more than acquainted with your cushion. "You've been so fucking good to me. Kept this pussy nice and warm for me to come back to. Shit, I'm going to fill you up." 

You inhale the joint before wrapping your arms around his neck, connecting your foreheads, and bouncing harder to aid your climax. "Yuka, please don't go. I don't want you to leave me. I need you, baby—I need you." How you were eagerly bouncing on his dick, begging for him to stay with you, made you look desperate—but you didn't give a fuck. Once you declared your love, that was it. Weed couldn't compare to how Yuka makes you feel. He loves you and told you his real name. You have this unorthodox bond that you can't explain, but that's okay. It's understood between you. However, you knew it would be more difficult to let him go after tonight. 

"I'm not going anywhere, my love. I'm right here, okay?" he rasped. "Fuck, I'm about to cum." 

"Cum inside of me, my love." His thrusts became sloppy to indicate his release. But the way your toes cramped up from curling so hard was the same for you. "Let's cum together, Yuka." 

"Of course, pretty girl," he cooed, giving you a soft peck. "I love you, [Y/N]. I'm not letting you go. This pussy is mine—You're mine." 

You nodded. "I'm cumming—I'm cumming—I'm fucking cumming. My fucking gosh, baby, I–" he crashed his lips onto yours, rolling tongues to devour each other's moan. A rippling of waves overcame your body as you felt your orgasm tear out. Your juices drenched his cock, feeling like he drowned in your pussy. That warm cum you requested painted your satin walls white. He fucked you through orgasm, causing tears of ecstasy to roll down your face. You dug those manicured nails deep into his flesh from the overstimulation. He wouldn't stop fucking because your pussy wouldn't let go, but once you felt yourself squirting—it was over. 

-- 

It was the following day. The sunlight permeated your windows, reminding you that it was seven in the morning. Your head felt filled with air as if you were still coming down from your high. Sex with SP has always been amazing, but last night? Words couldn't describe how you felt. He fucked you 'til the crack of dawn. No—he made love to you. You confessed your love for each other. Despite it being in the heat of intimacy, you knew how you felt, and you'd been in love with him for months. Your small interactions were more than enough, but last night solidified your emotions. You even learned his given name—Yuka. It may be simple, but still, it was enough for you. He took care of you like no other. 

After making you cum several times, you shared one more joint while he cleansed your body with a hot rag. Delicately leaving kisses on your shoulders and the shell of your ear, whispering how perfect you are. How much he loves you. How your pussy is better than any other drug that's been created. How you're his, and his only. Once Yuka was finished with aftercare, you laid in bed in a comfortable silence as he softly caressed your back with the pads of his fingers until you fell asleep. It was much easier for you to fall asleep. All you needed was his touch. A touch you also needed when you woke up. However, all you were left with was his scent. So much for "I'm not going anywhere." 

You left bed to do your morning routine. It was Sunday, so today, you planned on relaxing. You threw on loungewear to sit on the balcony with your daily affirmations book, a rolled joint, and a glass of whiskey. Here you were again, gazing at the sky as you thought about Yuka. He could've at least waited until you were up to say his farewells. But, no. He was gone, and all you had to await was another phone call. Hopefully, it won't be three months this time. It made you sad. You accepted his lifestyle and knew what you were getting yourself into. He told you from the beginning, but sometimes you just wished Yuka was with you more. Just like last night, a lone tear escaped your eye. It's fine. You'll just get drunk and fill your ashtray, enjoying your own silence while reading. 

At least that's what you thought….

 

"Good morning, sweetheart." 

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

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[zeenelly]

Fandom!

Seven deadly sins, obey me, twisted wonderland, demon slayer, what in hell is bad, komi can't communicate, high-rise invasion, bleach, death note, and many more. Request and I will see what I can do<3

Rules:

No weird kinks

No underage characters unless aged up

No homophobia/transphobia

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

NSFW is allowed

Angst is allowed

Please ask for which Fandom your after all I can't read your mind<3

Requests are always open unless I am bombarded lol

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[wonderofuuu]

✎ᝰ 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 - characters mentioned i am more likely to write about just for my enjoyment but i will still write others.

Jojos Bizarre Adventures - Bruno Bucciarati, Gyro Zeppeli, Diego Brando, Jobin Higashikata, Jotaro Kujo, Rohan Kishibe, Risotto Nero, Diavolo/Doppio.

Gintama - Katsura Kotaro, Gintoki Sakata, Takasugi Shinsuke, Hijikata Toushirou, Okita Sougo, Hattori Zenzou.

One Piece - Portgas D. Ace, Sanji, Shanks, Zoro, Koby.

Bleach - Kenpachi Zaraki, Kisuke Urahara, Ichigo Kurosaki, Shūkurō Tsukishima, Byakuya Kuchiki, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Kūkaku Shiba, Ryūken Ishida.

Soul Eater / Fire Force - Spirit Albarn, Franken Stein, Asura, Benimaru Shinmon.

Tokyo Revengers - Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran/Rin Haitani, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Takashi Mitsuya.

Black Lagoon - Revy, Balalaika, Eda, Rock, Roberta.

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Shuu Tsukiyama.

Chainsaw Man - Kishibe, Aki Hayakawa, Quanxi.

Death Note - Light Yagami, Misa Amane, L Lawliet.

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kento Nanami, Choso, Naoya Zenin, Hiromi Higuruma.

Attack On Titan - Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackermann.

My Hero Academia - Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki.

Bungo Stray Dogs - Osamu Dazai, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol.

Black Butler - Sebastian Michaelis.

7 Deadly Sins - Ban.

High Rise Invasion - SniperMask.

thats all i can think of rn, i’ll add more fandoms to it when i remember.

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[1sabelles-world]

I will write for!

Nsfw and platonic!

Mha ( both )

Demon slayer ( both )

Seraph of the end (both )

Apex legends ( both )

Overwatch ( both )

Genshin impact ( both )

A Lull In The Sea (platonic)

Aot ( both )

High Rise Invasion ( both)

ID-0 ( both )

Pokémon! (both )

Boruto ( both )

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Be specific please!

Make sure you specify the kinks and plot!

- your beloved, isa

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[sea-lanterns]

HALLOWEEN

synopsis: (slasher! AU) an escaped psych ward patient wants to see you again.

featuring: shenhe

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, mentions of murder, knives, stalking, breaking and entering, house invasion, size k.ink, size difference, praise, manhandling, oral (reader recieving), wall se.x, grinding, hump.ing, ni.pple sucking, ni.pple biting, hickies, marking, possessiveness, pwp, not proofread.

art credits: high rise invasion

“Hehe, I win!”

“Great job, Yaoyao!”

You smiled and pat Yaoyao on the head while her older sister Qiqi clapped quietly in praise. Although it was Halloween night, you spent your time babysitting your neighbor’s kids, as he had to go out unexpectedly to run some last minute errands. Though most adults your age would find this kind of thing “boring” and “a waste of a Halloween night,” you actually enjoyed babysitting Baizhu’s kids, as you practically raised them as an older sister from the time they were basically infants. 

At the moment, you were currently playing board games with the two girls, after a long night of watching kids’ Halloween movies and helping them with their homework. It was almost nearing the girls’ bedtime at this point, so you made a note to yawn and pretend like you were tired.

“Oh man…I’m all tired you guys…” you said with a smile, looking up at the clock. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Awe…” Yaoyao pouted, but began cleaning up the games regardless. 

“Does this mean you’re leaving soon?” Qiqi inquired in a quieter voice, looking hesitant to let you go. “Is Papa home yet? I don’t wanna go to bed until Papa is home.” 

“Papa will be home soon. It’s almost nine.” You say reassuringly, giving Qiqi a small head pat before going over to the kitchen to pour Qiqi’s glass of coconut milk. “Come here and get your coco milk.” You say softly, peeking your head through the door. “Yaoyao, why don’t you go put on your PJs while I serve your sister her milk.”

“Okay!” Yaoyao exclaimed, running up the stairs while Qiqi quietly walked into the kitchen. She had a habit of drinking a cold glass of coconut milk every night before bed, so you opened up the fridge to grab the carton, before seeing Qiqi plop herself at the table. 

“…Big Sister.” Qiqi said in a monotone voice, catching your attention as you poured the milk into a glass. 

“Hm?” You glanced over, slightly distracted as she called you by your nickname. 

“…Is it true that the boogeyman exists?” She asks in a softer voice, her head resting on the table with a small look of worry in her eyes. “One of the kids at school said that the boogeyman was a tall man, whose face was as white as a sheet.” 

She turned her head and pointed to the abandoned house across the street, the one where the infamous murder incident took place over twenty something years ago. “They say that he lived in that house before he got taken away. That he murdered his father as a young boy…is it true?”

You froze when she said all this, not expecting Qiqi of all people to ask you about the murder case that happened about twenty something years ago. You were practically a kid when the news story made headlines, but as much as the story haunted you till this day, you didn’t want to scare the girl with a story that could potentially give her nightmares. 

“No, Qiqi honey.” You say in a soothing tone, handing her the glass of coconut milk and rubbing her head. “That’s just a Halloween story. The boogeyman doesn’t exist.”

‘It was a boogeywoman.’ You couldn’t help but think, as you shuddered just looking back at the old abandoned house. Years ago, a young girl was the perpetrator of a murder case back when you were just a child. It was the talk of the town, the story of the infamous young girl; Shenhe, who brutally murdered her father in that house and was sent to a psychiatric institution with a case of homicidal tendencies. 

You remember that day like it was yesterday, as Shenhe was actually one of your friends back when you were in elementary school. It was hard to believe such a quiet and mature girl could be the person behind slaughtering a full grown man, and while it was terrifying, you couldn’t help but feel upset that your friend had to be taken away. 

“…Big sister, you spilled some coco milk on your shirt.” Qiqi said in a monotone voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Wha—” you looked down and saw that you had accidentally spilled some coconut milk all over your clothes. 

“Oh…shoot!” You couldn’t help but exclaim, nearly cursing before remembering that you were in the prescience of a child. “Ah…sorry. I must’ve been lost in thought for too long.”

You set the carton back into the fridge and tried cleaning out the milk stain with a wet napkin and some soap. It was no use, the stain was simply too big and since you were wearing a white shirt, it looked translucent when in a brightly illuminated area for too long.

“…Big sister, I can see your—”

“Yes Qiqi, I know.” 

You sighed and walked over to your backpack to grab a spare change of clothes. “Luckily for me however, I am always prepared!” You held up an old T-shirt you had brought and showed it off to Qiqi. “Cool, right? Now, since you’ve finished your milk, why don’t you head upstairs and join your sister in going to bed? I have to change before the smell of milk stays on me.” 

Qiqi nods and gets out of her chair to make her way upstairs, leaving you to change in the kitchen as you sigh and begin stripping out of your clothes, already tired from today’s activities. As you removed your shirt however, you failed to notice a masked woman staring at you from behind the window, watching you as you removed the stained T-shirt and slid the new one on. 

Her heavy breathing fogged up the window while she watched you intently. Sharp, iridescent eyes trailing over the curves of your figure, before quickly moving away when you glanced back to look at the window. 

“…Hm.” You stared at the window for a few more seconds before turning away, cleaning up some of the plates off the table as the masked woman watched you from outside. It had been…so long since she had last seen you, so many years of isolation and she finally had the chance to see you again after being taken away to be locked like a prisoner for her own misdeeds. 

“…Mine.” The masked woman mumbled to herself, watching you with need before quickly scrambling away when the headlights of a car pulled into the driveway.

As you finished cleaning up some of the dishes, you heard the sound of keys jingling into the lock before Baizhu’s familiar footsteps entered the house. “I’m home…!” He exclaims jovially, the sounds of tiny footsteps running down the stairs, as Yaoyao and Qiqi —now in their PJs— ran to greet their Papa before heading to bed.

“Baizhu!” You exclaim with a smile.

“Papa!” Both Qiqi and Yaoyao exclaim, running up to him and hugging him on each leg. 

“Oof…easy there…my blood pressure is gonna spike…” he groans, giving the two girls a pat on the head before glancing over at you. 

“Hey…how were they?” 

“As easy as every other time.” You say with a chuckle, before beginning to put on your coat. 

“Ah, I’m glad.” Baizhu says with a smile, nudging his two daughters to face you. “Well, what do you say girls?”

“Thank you Big Sister…!” Qiqi and Yaoyao speak at the same time. 

“Anytime.” You chuckle, saying your final goodbyes to the two girls, as they head upstairs to finally head to bed. This left you with Baizhu as you got ready to head home, making sure everything was packed in your bag and nothing was left behind. 

“Stay safe out there, it can get pretty dangerous late at night,” Baizhu hums as he counts the money in his wallet to give to you. “I heard rumors of an escapee from the psychiatric facility a few miles down from here. The police are tracking the escaped patient, but it’s best to get home quickly for your own safety.” 

Your heart sunk at the impending news, the same psychiatric facility where your childhood friend was locked up for murdering her father. It couldn’t be a coincidence, surely. 

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to head home fast.” You say with a nod, taking the money before stuffing it in your pocket. “Have a nice night, Mr. Baizhu, and have a wonderful Halloween.”

“You too.” Baizhu nods, allowing you to exit his home as you begin walking down the block to your own house. You didn’t live too far from the Baizhu family residence, yet walking down the block all alone on a late Halloween night was not really the ideal situation for you to be in. Especially considering the news of the escaped patient that Baizhu notified you about. 

“Geez, how eerie…” you mumbled to yourself, glancing up at the abandoned house Shenhe used to live in, and being reminded of your childhood together before she was taken away. 

Shenhe was such a sweet and quiet girl —at least to you— and you had such fond memories of playing with her everyday after school until it was so late into the evening you could see stars. You had no idea she was capable of such brutal, homicidal tendencies, yet perhaps you’ve misjudged her, and maybe she really was just a sociopath after all…

You shook your head at the thought. No, it can’t be. Shenhe was always so sweet to you. Perhaps one day she just snapped and was—

You stopped walking when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. A shiver running down your spine as you slowly turned around and saw a tall, masked woman standing just several feet away.

“O-Oh!” You flinched a little and backed up a bit when you saw her. Her tall, looming figure made you feel small, as she towered over you like you were nothing but a mouse ready for her to step on. “Ah…sorry, you startled me a bit…” you say with a nervous chuckle, holding onto your backpack straps with worry. “I uh…I like your costume…”

The masked woman tilted her head slightly, staring at you with familiar, iridescent eyes that had you squinting for a closer look. ‘Why do they look so familiar…?’

“…Uhm.” When the woman did not respond, you looked around awkwardly before getting an idea. 

“Oh! Are you…trick or treating?” You ask with a smile, reaching into your pocket to pull out a small, wrapped mint. “Sorry I don’t have anything else, but I hope this is enough to suffice!”

You hesitantly walk closer to hold out the candy to the woman, whose body stiffens up when you offer her the small, wrapped treat. You may have forgotten after all these years, but her favorite candy was actually small mints, and the fact you still carried around mints to this day had her heart beating sporadically out of her chest.

‘She’s still as nice as ever…’ the masked woman thought as she slowly looked down and stared at the wrapped mint with amusement. Carefully, she takes it out of your hand, her much larger fingers brushing over your palm and causing you to shiver. 

“Ah…your hand is quite cold…” you couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling your arm back to keep it at your side. “Don’t stay out too long, it’s dangerous late at night. Stay safe out there, okay?” You smile sweetly at the masked woman and the sight has her blushing underneath her rubber mask. She had forgotten how sweet and beautiful you were after years of not seeing you, and she wanted nothing more than to keep you by her side for as long as she possibly could. 

“…Thank you.” She says in a muffled voice, your pulse jumping at how unexpectedly deep and husky it was. 

“You’re welcome!” You respond with a smile, giving her a polite bow before making your way back to your house. Though your initial encounter may have spooked you a little bit, all you could think about was just how cute the masked woman was. 

‘Ahhhh I should’ve asked for her number or something!’ You groaned inwardly, calling yourself pathetic in several different languages before pulling out the keys to your house. ‘Oh well, it’s a small town. Maybe I’ll see her again…’

Or tonight, considering you failed to notice the woman still stalking you from the shadows as you headed into your house rather blindly. Shutting the door behind you and heading inside to kick off your shoes, hang up your coat, and go to bed since you were aching for a good night’s rest before work tomorrow. 

“Ugh…” you trudged up the stairs to head to your room, plopping on the bed and taking a breather before mustering up the strength to do grown-up things like shower and eat a decent meal like a responsible adult. It took quite a bit of mental encouragement to get up from the heavenly abyss of your bed, but soon enough, you rolled off the covers and began digging through your dressers to find a nice clean pair of PJs to change into. 

After finding a decent set, you got up and began making your way to the bathroom, humming a small tune to yourself and locking yourself in the bathroom. As you did this however, the door to your house slowly creaked open, the tall, masked woman from earlier making her way inside as her only goal for tonight was to see you again. 

And hopefully make you hers.

She took a brief walk around your house, tilting her head at the various knick knacks and items scattered around your house before making her way upstairs. She heard the sounds of a shower being turned on and decided to surprise you by hiding in your bedroom closet. She couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you saw her again, the poor woman practically trembling with excitement as she stuffed her larger body into such a small space. 

Now, all she had to do was wait. 

And wait.

…And wait. 

And wait as she did, but the woman was beginning to feel incredibly cramped as she stood in your closet door for what seemed like eternity (even though it had only been ten minutes) 

Feeling a bit bored, the woman slowly exited the room and was about to walk down the hall, when she came face to face with just you in a towel. The moment you locked eyes on each other, you screamed and nearly dropped your towel out of fear, almost flashing yourself at the other woman as she scrambled to keep you calm. 

Before you could start running, the woman quickly ran up to you and suddenly picked you up in a hug that had your legs dangling in the air due to her strength. 

“H-Holy shit—!”

“Quiet…Quiet…”

The woman pressed a comforting hand on your head and began petting you in soft, yet sturdy strokes. Her other arm had muffled your screaming as she tried her best to silence your fears, pleading for you to stay quiet so you didn’t alert the neighbors with your cries. 

“Mmmpf! Hnnn!” You squirmed in her grasp but it was no use. The woman holding onto you had some sort of freakish strength that kept you from making even the slightest of movements, causing you to flip out even more as you realized this might be the end. 

‘I’m gonna die. Oh my fucking god I’m gonna die!’ You were so close to tears and continued trying to fight for your life. Squirming and thrashing around like a fish out of water, before suddenly being pinned to the wall to stop your flailing. 

“Mmpf!”

“Quiet…!” 

The masked woman spoke in a rough, yet somewhat familiar tone. Her larger body pinning you to the wall as she kept a firm hand over your mouth to successfully gag you from screaming any unwanted sounds. 

‘I’m so dead…I’m so dead…!’ You screamed with your eyes closed, mentally preparing yourself for the worst, only to have the killer…suddenly hug you?

At the feeling of the masked woman’s arms embracing you like an old friend, your body tensed up as she leaned forward to bury her face into your shoulder, as if she didn’t just scare the shit out of you moments prior. 

“Ah…h-hah…wha…” 

“Mine.”

You heard the woman grumble the word like it was a fact, pushing you further against the wall. Your heart was still beating sporadically out of your chest from all the adrenaline, but something in the tone of her voice made you shiver with a strange nostalgia you had no idea you had.

“Mine.” The woman repeated once more, the screams in your throat dying down to a pathetic whimper. “Don’t go.”

“Aha…hah…” Was this hysteria? Were you finally beginning to lose it? 

“Don’t scream.” The woman says in a quiet groan, stroking the back of your head. “I missed you.”

“Wh-What…?” You were beginning to wonder if you were losing it, body trembling like a feather as she continued delivering soft and gentle strokes to the back of your head. Was this woman insane?! I mean, she was stalking you and breaking into your house, but perhaps this was the patient that escaped the psychiatric facility…?

“…U-Uhm…can you let me down…?” You ask in a shaky voice, too afraid to scream any more as the knife she had fastened to her jumpsuit paralyzed you with fear. 

“…Okay.”

Sensing that you won’t run away, the tall woman plopped you down like an obedient dog dropping a toy. You were shocked to say the least at how easily she complied, but didn’t want to question it as you stood there, trapped against the wall in nothing but a towel while you stared your house invader down. “…Wh-Why’re you here?” You ask with a bit of reluctance, pulling your towel up so it wouldn’t accidentally drop. 

“…I missed you.” The woman says again, keeping her head down as she stares at you through the eye holes of her mask.

“Well, you can’t just follow me home and break in…” You mumble politely, “It’s illegal…”

“It is?” The woman tilted her head and looked slightly upset. “I’m sorry…” 

Your eyes widened when she suddenly hugged you again, body tensing up as her muscular frame practically engulfed yours. “H-Hey now…” you froze under her grip and felt how easy it was for her to snap you like a twig. “Do you…uhm, have somewhere else to go?” 

The woman shakes her head no. 

“Ah…okay…” you wanted to call the police more than anything, but something in the back of your mind was screaming for you not to. Instead, all that was going on in your mind, was who it was behind the mask. 

“…Can I…see who you are at least?” You ask in a quiet tone, wondering why this random stalker took such a liking to you after all you did was give them a candy. “I want to know…who it is I’m talking to.”

The masked woman pauses at your statement, slowly leaning back and staring at you with those familiar, iridescent eyes. At first, you think she’s mad at you with how quiet she was being all of a sudden, but then you see her hand reach up to pull at the latex of her mask. 

Your breath hitches when the mask slides off to reveal a matured, much older, and familiar face of your childhood friend; Shenhe, who got taken away from you all those years ago. She never changed a bit, and with the way she was looking down at you, you realized you had reunited with her after so many years of disappearance.

“Shenhe…” you breathed out after a moment of silence, eyes trailing over the contours of her face before settling on her eyes. “It’s you?”

She nods at your response, almost excited in a way as she was happy to know you remembered her. “Yes, it is me.” 

She could barely contain herself as she moved forward to hug you once more, spooking you as she lifted you off the ground with ease. Shenhe was always strong as a kid, however; you had no idea she would be this strong as an adult, as she could practically split a man’s skull open like a pumpkin. 

“Oh!” You let out a yelp when she scooped you up in her arms, all fears of a home invader leaving your head, as all you could think about was the fact that your childhood friend was back and wanted to visit you.

“I missed you.” Shenhe repeated against your ear, voice gravelly and rich with the way she purred. “That’s why I escaped.”

“You— You escaped the psychiatric facility?” You mumble in disbelief. “Just to see me again?”

Shenhe nodded like an innocent child, burying her face into your shoulder and inhaling your soft, shampoo-like scent. “I wanted to see what was mine again…”

Your face flushed at those words and you couldn’t help but be reminded of your old, puppy love crush on the woman back when you two were just children. You knew this woman was capable of homicidal tendencies and yet, despite seeing a killer; all you could feel was your friend. 

And you wanted this friend to be yours too.

“…Okay.” You whisper in a shaky tone, hesitantly hugging Shenhe back as she nuzzles her face deeper against your neck, her hot breath tickling the skin of your ear and making it difficult to control the strange arousing feeling beginning to stir in the depth of your core. “I can keep you here for a bit, Shenhe. Just until you can manage on your own.” 

You had no idea why you were doing this, but allowing a killer to stay in your home was not the best idea. Nevertheless, Shenhe was ecstatic and she suddenly leaned in to kiss your cheek out of appreciation for what you were doing. The moment her lips planted on your face, you froze and almost dropped your towel completely out of shock.

“Oh.” Shenhe stopped when your towel moved lower and accidentally revealed your breasts, the tall woman’s face flushing pink at the sight, before glancing away in embarrassment. 

‘Oh…’ your hands quickly pulled the towel back up, yet when you looked up to see Shenhe’s reaction to the accidental flash, you saw her looking away, but also not-so-subtly trying to sneak an extra peak. 

‘Wow, I did not expect Shenhe to be such a closet pervert…’ you thought to yourself, smiling a bit cheekily and laughing to yourself. “Shenhe, it’s okay, we’re both girls. I mean, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“But I haven’t seen it before…” Shenhe mumbles ever so quietly, iridescent eyes slowly taking up your figure. “Your body…is so pretty.”

Aaaaand that’s how she managed to seduce you. All it took was for your pretty childhood best friend to say your body was pretty and bam, your heart began to flutter with newfound feelings for the killer. 

“I could…show you more if you’d like,” you chuckle a bit teasingly, wondering how far Shenhe would push the limits.

“You would?” She looked intrigued and leaned a little forward. “Can I see?” 

Your eyes widened at her boldness, before deciding to see where this goes and chuckling. 

“Alright…” 

As it turns out, Shenhe was a lot bolder than you took her for, as the moment you dropped the towel to reveal your entire body, Shenhe had you pinned against the wall and her lips sucking on your chest. You weren’t sure how you got here, as every second with Shenhe was a blur, but you knew for one thing that you were enjoying it.

“Hah…eager aren’t we?” You teased a bit light-heartedly, groaning a little when Shenhe bit on a nipple. “Nngh…gentle now, Shenhe. You have to be gentle with a woman…”

“‘M sorry…” she mumbles against your chest, trying to kiss your nipple better.

“Hah…it’s okay.” You whisper reassuringly, petting her long, white hair like she was a rabbit. “Is this your first time? I assume it’s not often you sleep with someone in a psych ward…”

She nods hesitantly and hides her face in your chest. 

“Pfft…” you missed this. You missed the feeling of your friend laying on your chest and whispering with you like you were the only two people in the world. “It’s okay…do you want me to guide you?” 

Shenhe nods again. You swear, if it weren’t for the news articles and details of her homicidal tendencies, you would’ve thought Shenhe was the sweetest girl on earth incapable of murder. 

“You’re so sweet…” you murmur into Shenhe’s ear, watching as the tips of her ears turn pink. “Do you wanna go to my bedroom so it’s easier?”

Shenhe shakes her head no, pushing you further against the wall. “I want to touch you here.” She mumbles under her breath. “I want to take you here. I don’t want to move.” 

A jolt of heat pushes through your body and you feel yourself dripping just at how direct she was. For someone so innocent and charming, you really did not expect Shenhe of all people to be so good at dirty talk…

“Aha…are you sure? The floor is kinda hard so it’ll be uncomfortable. I’d say a bed would be better as it— OH!” Shenhe suddenly lifted you up with ease and shoved you against the wall, your legs dangling over her forearms as she pressed her body closer to you. 

Where on earth did she learn this position?!

“Sh-Shenhe, this position—” you flinched as your legs were spread and the bare skin of your cunt brushed against Shenhe’s rough jumpsuit, the position making you blush as you were left vulnerable to whatever Shenhe had in mind for you tonight. 

“…I like this position.” Shenhe said after some time, practically folding you to her liking and leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as you tasted the familiar freshness of peppermint, and realized Shenhe had eaten the mint you had given to her prior to meeting her. ‘So sweet…’ Shenhe couldn’t help but think, trying to shove her tongue in your mouth and taste some more of what your body had to offer. 

“Mmpf…hnn…” your moans were muffled by her tongue and you couldn’t help but close your eyes as she began adjusting your legs to wrap around her waist. Once she had you wrapped firmly around her, Shenhe began to move her hands all over your body, searching, squeezing, trying to find that one spot that would have you whimpering out her name. 

“I want…I want more…” Shenhe pants out like a dog, nudging your legs further as she begins grinding her hips against yours. “Want more…want— n-need more…”

At the sudden grinding sensations you threw your head back and nearly hit your head against the wall. The rough cloth of her jumpsuit moving against you so well it had you writhing in her arms, Shenhe’s brutal ruts making it seem like she was trying to envision herself having a strap, as she was panting rather loudly with the sight of you all naked against her.  

“Sh-Shenhe…I think– hah… it’d be better if you took that jumpsuit off…”

Despite your pathetic pleas, your words fell on deaf ears as poor Shenhe was too caught up in her pleasure to even hear you. You just looked so perfect and pliable for her to maneuver, her feelings of missing you all these years starting to cloud her thoughts, as she leaned in to claim your neck as hers and hers alone. 

“Mine…mine…mine…” you hear her grunt into your ear, teeth grabbing at your skin and pinching it so hard it left a mark. “Shenhe! Gentle, baby. Gentle…” you whimper in a smaller voice, gasping with the amount of hickies she was starting to suck onto you, as it seemed a switch had flipped in your sweet, innocent Shenhe. 

“S-Slow down, please…” you whine into her ear, pulling something feral out of Shenhe as she decided this position wasn’t enough. She needed more. She craved more. 

And you were going to give it to her. 

In one quick motion, Shenhe crouched down for a moment before lifting your legs over her shoulders and having you practically straddle her face. You nearly screamed when she did this, her body keeping you upright as your legs dangled in the air, even higher than you were before. 

“Shenhe this is dangerous what’re you–”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Shenhe began lapping at your clit, her tongue darting out with hunger as she tasted your glistening folds for the very first time. 

“Stay…still…” Shenhe practically growls as she keeps you balanced with just her strength alone. You had no idea how she was capable of such impressive feats, yet you weren’t complaining when her tongue was so wet and (somehow) so experienced.

Or many Shenhe was just really, really horny. Who knows. But either way, you were laying on cloud nine as Shenhe nudged her cold little nose onto the button of your clit. Strong hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs and leaving small nail indents in your skin that would surely leave a mark when you woke up in the morning. 

“Shenhe…Shenhe oh god…” your legs were trembling from the constant pleasure as Shenhe continued thrusting her tongue with insatiable hunger, her face practically glistening with your juices as a sex-drunk expression glazed over her face. 

“More…I want more…” she groans in a huskier tone, practically burying her face into your cunt and drinking up all the cum that was leaking out of you, too pussy drunk to even think. 

“Shenhe please…” you whined as you gripped her hair with your fingers. “Put me down I can’t…I can’t take it anymore…”

“No, you can.” She groans in response to your whining, pushing you further into the wall as she lapped up your sex like it was her last meal. “Just stay still, stay still.”

At her deafening command, you whimpered and let her take the reins as she coursed her tongue through each crevice and corner of your folds. You’ve never heard or seen Shenhe act so possessive before, but the feeling of being all hers, and only hers, had you nearing your orgasm sooner than you expected. 

“Go on…I want to taste it.” Shenhe says rather directly, giving your right thigh a squeeze. “I want to taste you.”

“Shenhe…” you groaned, feeling your stomach tighten. “You— nngh…”

You arched your back off the wall and gripped Shenhe’s shoulders tightly, cum starting to spill down your thighs and onto Shenhe’s awaiting tongue. Eagerly, she lapped up any stray droplets she could catch, savoring the flavor of your release like it was a fine wine she could ever hope to taste again. 

“Goodness…” you panted, catching your breath as Shenhe continued to clean up any traces of cum left on your hips. “Shenhe you…are you sure you’re a virgin?”

She nodded obediently, kissing the inside of your thigh before marking it with her teeth. 

“Oh wow…” you couldn’t help but tiredly laugh, petting Shenhe like the good girl she was and kissing the top of her head. “You’re really good, you know that?” 

Shenhe beamed at the praise and continued kissing the inside of your thighs before setting you down in her arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “I…I can please you more,” she murmurs in a rather pleading way, looking almost like a puppy getting ready to serve their master. “Please let me please you more.”

“Gosh, round two?” You chuckled, clinging to her arms as she brought you to your room. “Ah, why not. I’m sure you have enough stamina to go all night, hm?”

Shenhe nodded eagerly and set you down on your bed, climbing over on top of you before kissing the base of your neck and whispering under your ear. “I can go all night if you want.”

“Really?” You chuckle back in a whisper, bringing her down by the neck and kissing the side of her cheek. “Well, if that’s the case…”

“Happy Halloween, Shenhe.”

#shenhe smut #shenhe x reader #shenhe x you #slasher au #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin women smut #genshin women x reader #genshin imagines

[overtaken-stream]

More king the wildfire smut?

Adorable Pigeon

King The Wildfire x F!Reader

! !NSFW! !

Here's that one smut idea I talked about. I apologise for not fitting in enough kinks.

Warnings: smoker!Reader, overestimation(?).

``Why do your wings do that...``

``Do what?``

The lavish bedding adorns the man lying on his back, his right calf resting on his knee as his eye blinks up at your strengthened form sitting next to him. The tobacco lights indicate your face, they burn bright before moving away.

You blow the cigar smoke out. ``Y'know, the shaking.``

His hands move from behind his head, grabbing onto his calf through the blanket covering him. King raises an eyebrow at you, however in the dark his confusion gets overlooked.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you get your back away from the cold headboard, moving so the butt of the cigar rests on the edge of the ashtray. The sweat has managed to parch, making the smell that invaded each corner of his room linger on your skin.

Your shape turns towards him, leans over, and carefully rests your elbows on his heart so that your torso is connecting both of your bodies.

He can smell the cigar on your lips so close to his own.

``How about... A round two?``

And just like that, the confusion gets replaced by curiosity and lust. His hand comes over your neck, dragging your mouth closer as you leave the leading role up to his wet muscle, you don't move during his invasion into you, only leaving your hole open for him to salvage and moisturize. A quiet hiss escapes you as his teeth bite into your lip, sucking the now-forgotten question out of you and leaving it bare. The metallic taste is forgotten as his tongue clings to yours through the slobber.

You slide your hands above and into his snow-white strands, and without disturbing the make out you move your whole body onto him under the covers. You caress his hair, eyes closed, you think about the way his lips fit rightly on your bruised ones and move accordingly.

It's only a matter of time before you rest your behind on top of his front, thin blanket uncovering your forms. Your right hand grabs his massive thigh for balance while observing how his cold eyes look at the mess he left behind just an hour ago, for second lust-filled gazes lock.

Two wicked smiles form.

Grabbing ahold of your region, you give him a show, exposing your clit from its hood with two nimble fingers that move accordingly to the swaying of your hips, as you smirk down at him from above. You only stop as his fingers join yours.

``We're going to get the blankets dirty.``

``Hmpf, and whose fault will that be?-`` His thumb presses sharply on your glistening pearl, and your hips jerk back due to his action as a stuttering moan escapes your lips. His hand grabs your buttocks, keeping your shaking hips still and heart beating.

With a smirk he asserts. ``Yours.``

Without a second thought, he grabs ahold of your tit, taking away whatever answer your overheated mind came up with and he begins harshly kneading the flesh as his second hand holds his cock, jerking it before lining it up with your hole. Stretched labia rests on his tip before they are pushed back and hidden from his invasion.

``oooh,. mmm... Fuck...`` You tilt your head back, eyes rolling. ``You, you're such a pain...``

Mercilessly he shoves your struggling form down, and a high-pitched moan bounces off of the walls, it does little to deter him from lifting his hips into you and shoving his full length in you. Straining your walls and forcing them to flutter around him.

``So wet for me-`` He says as his hips go down, looking at his size and adorning the wet sensation all around him.

``and no one else-!`` His hip bone slams firmly to yours.

The fast pace and temperature rise make your head giddy, hands clinging onto his that rest on your waist, while his cock drives deep into your core, hitting the sweet spot that makes pleasure bloom inside you. You're moaning like a cheap whore, sweet and short `ah, ah ah-`s fly throughout.

It isn't long before the flower wilts and lets its petals go, along with your thought process.

Your body shakes as more slick escapes out of you, clasping harder than ever on his cock. A deep groan emits from him, yet his hips continue forward, chasing his height and ignoring your bliss-turned-agony. It won't be long.

And it wasn't, exhausted by the previous round. Soon warmth flooded into you, and your chest met his torso. Dripping on sweat you could only see the fluffed-up feathers shudder under him, puffed up and making his wings seem bigger than they actually were.

Tired of the sex, you rest your head on his collar, unbelieving yet still conforming to what you were seeing. You are mesmerized by the act that he seems oblivious to, it was, dare you say... Cute.

Validation came as the countless feathers calmed down just as he stopped ejaculating into you.

Your hooded eyes look at his face, fingers drawing circles on his body that was moving up and down, breathing as if he ran a marathon.

A smile overtakes your features. Satisfied by the answer you've found.

``You know, if your wings do what I think they do... You were more adorable than I originally thought.``

#king the conflagration #one piece #king one piece #king the wildfire #one piece x reader #king the wildfire x reader #.my writing. #King the wildfire smut #anime

[sadhornyygirl]

hi, i love it your storys, could please write a smut where izzy stradlin and julian casablancas share the girlfriend ?

Sure honey, hope u like it

Threesome (feat. Julian Casablancas)

- I'll fill you up like this later, Izzy whispered beside her as they were watching a movie.

 - What are you kids whispering about? Julian asked, poking his head into his and Izzy's personal space.

 -If you want to eat, feel free to use my bed. Last door on the left.

 -So can you listen and jerk off while we fuck? He glared at Julian

 A perverse thought crossed his mind as Julian raised his hands in surrender.

-  And if you participated together in??

- What? Do you want me to participate?

 You shrugged, not seeing a problem. He and Izzy have been close friends for years, and you've always secretly wanted to do that with another partner. This was your chance.

 The two looked at each other and shrugged.

 The temperature was rising rapidly in the room, so you undid the buttons and took them off, revealing your delicate bra. You tugged at Izzy's shirt, trying to get it off. He helped to discard it, pressing his lips to hers afterward.

 Izzy rubbed her finger across her clit, causing more stains to accumulate on her panties. They will be soggy when you take them out.

 -Give Julian some pleasure, baby. He seems left out, Izzy said into her ear.

 You nodded and reached out to the growing bulge in Julian's pants, gripping the firm mass under the fabric, forcing a groan to escape Julian's lips as he finally felt some sort of stimulation.

-Fuck it, he groaned

 Izzy slouched over the jeans, the sight of his heritage girl making him even harder. He got rid of his jeans and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself - and relieve himself - as he watched Julian's cock slowly disappear past his lips.

- What a bitch. Sucking your boyfriend's friend's dick right in front of him, Julian said, pushing you deeper on his cock and making your eyes water.

 As soon as he came, you swallowed and released his cock with an audible pop, returning with a smirk, a trickle of saliva connecting from your lips to his cock.

 -Holy shit!, he exclaimed as he let go of her hair, and it took a few moments to compose himself.

 Izzy pulled you up and ran her control over your lower lip, catching some cum, and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking it clean.

- Get dressed, dear. you didn't have a lot of clothes on, just your pants, panties and socks.

 Julian sat down on the bed, getting ready for you, and you climbed onto his lap, facing him. You took his cock and slammed the head of it over your clit to tease him, then worked your way down through the folds, covering him in your slick.

 He looked down to where his genitals were rubbing, cursing at the sight of him.

 -Mmh, rub your sweet pussy on me.

 You did it again, and he slammed right into your clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. You lined Julian up at your entrance, secretly eager to know what it felt like inside you. You lowered yourself onto his hard cock, swallowing it between your soaking folds.

 -God, you're so tight, he whispered.

 Izzy came and positioned herself behind you.

 -Are you okay?, You nodded, rolling your hips and riding slowly across Julian's length.

 With a hand on his shoulder, Izzy gently registered him forward, positioning him in a better position. He cusp in his fingers and stroked himself a little, pre-cum mixing, and lining up with his ass, sliding carefully inside and inside. It hurt at first, making you curse his invasion.

-How do you feel, baby doll? Julian asked, watching her face contort with pleasure.

 -It's so fucking good. So fucking full. You rocked against Izzy.

 He did and soon, Julian was lifting his hips and slamming into you at high speed, while Izzy firmly gripped your hips and pierced you, her loud moans echoing off the four walls of the room. His body was on overload, every sense heightened, every feeling heightened.

- Fuck, right there!, you yelled, throwing your head back as Izzy slapped your ass.

 -You grab our dicks so well, praised Izzy watching him and Julian go in and out of their holes, eliciting a series of meows from you.

 You gave the boys warning that you were about to come and just as you were about to finish, your walls tightened around Julian, and he spilled inside of you, joining you in your orgasm, coming all over your cock. From him, while Izzy kept her attack on his ass before following shortly.

 You collapsed against Julian's chest, completely exhausted. A quiver of unease spread across her lips as Izzy pulled away. He smiled as he watched his cum come out of you and drip down to where Julian's softening cock was still inside you.

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin smut #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin #julian casablancas #the strokes #Julian Casablancas smut #Julian Casablancas x reader

[justice-maul]

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[angelltheninth]

Lust Stored in the Riffle

Pairing: Sniper Mask x Fem!Reader

Tags: smut, nsfw, slow sex, passionate sex, cockwarming, the mask stays on, neck kissing

Word count: 0.6k

Ao3

A/N: I just watched High Rise Invasion. It's one of the weirdest shows I've ever seen and I couldn't stop laughing at how over the top everything was. If you wanna have fun and laugh for a whole day watch it. Also watch it for the hints of yuri as well as the man that I watched it for: Sniper Mask.

You weren't quite sure what happened, one moment you were staring at the barrel of a rifle held by the mysterious man with the smiling mask, someone who you were sure was an enemy. But the next thing you knew he threw away the riffle and brought you into his chest, his breath warm on your neck as his hands moved through your clothes.

"I see, you're God are you?" His voice sounded strained in your ears, low and needy, "Let me worship you then." You were pulled onto his lap as he sat against the wall, his hard bulge pressing against your underwear.

"You wish to... worship me?" The thrust of his hips was more than answer enough. He wasn't going to kill you, he wanted you in a different way now. "You're not just saying that so I let my guard down?"

You heard him chuckle, "I could ask the same. That knife in your hand doesn't look like it's going anywhere any time soon. I'm more than happy to give you your little death. We can kill each other like that if you wish. Over and over until one of us gives up." The meaning of his words didn't escape you as his gloved fingers moved your panties to the side, spreading wetness all over his clothed thigh.

Given the choice between this and actually having to fight him in combat, this was much more preferable, and fun.

Your fingers worked on the zipper of his pants, hand grasping at his length as soon as it was exposed to you, "Then worship me." You whisper against his neck, slowly taking him in inch by inch.

He let out a shaky sigh when he bottomed out, "You're tight, it feels nice, being wrapped up in you like this." His words made you roll your hips without letting an inch of his dick escape you, whish made him grunt into your shoulder, "I expect no less than a perfect cunt from the one who became a God."

A low whine escaped you as he jolted his hips upwards just as you rolled yours forward. You tug on his tie until you're lips are able to plant hot kisses along, his neck, partially to stifle your noises and partially because you wanted to make him squirm as well.

Something you found you had to work a little more for seeing as his body hardened beneath you, even though his suit you were able to feel his muscles ripple and relax with each slow thrust of his cock into you. Worst yet you couldn't even tell what his expression was, while he could clearly see how much you were enjoying yourself.

"You're being unfair Sniper." He chuckled, his hips coming to a half briefly before giving another deep thrust. His cock twitched and pulsed, you could feel every throbbing inch of him. He really was doing his best to worship you. To worship your perfect little pussy hole with his big cock.

Your hips sped up a little, eager for your orgasm, it was already approaching fast the moment you sank down on him. It all came to a halt when you felt his gloved hand against your clit, pressing it hard every time your hips met. Your hands held tight onto his suit as you tightened around him, your slick completely covering his pants as you bucked your hips wildly into him.

"That's a good girl. When you take your place as God, you can have me any time you want." In your bed, in the shower, on the rooftops, in the abandoned hallways, you wanted him to fuck you everywhere. "Exciting right? Go ahead, take your pleasure, your little death, let me be the one to kill you."

You collapsed against his chest, your hips twitching still, "As long as... you let me kill you too."

"Of course, my Mistress." His cock gave another throb. You knew then that he had every intent on keeping his word.

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[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 4 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

*Next Day*

Stormie woke up to sunshine peeking through the curtains in her brothers guest room. This was probably the best nights sleep she'd had in years. Feeling safe really could do wonders for a person she thought to herself as she stretched her arms. As she did so her gaze fell to the empty space in the bed where her daughter should have been. Stormie tried to stop the panic rising and be rational but she couldn't as she darted out of the room.

"Are you okay?" asked Half-Sack as Stormie ran into him as he stepped out of the bathroom. "Isabella is missing" explained Stormie panic making her voice high pitched. Half-Sacks brow furrowed in confusion as he knew for a fact Isabella was in the living room where he left her with Juice. "She's not. She is with Juice in the living room" soothed Half-Sack as he held her in place gently. "You left her alone with him?" snapped Stormie her panic turning to anger as she struggled to get away. "Juice wouldn't hurt her. You don't have to be in survival/ protective mode all the time now Storm. I'm serious. No one in the club will hurt either of you or let you get hurt." explained Half-Sack as he held eye contact with her.

Stormie tried to calm herself as she listened to her brothers words. "Its.....hard" stated Stormie as tears prickled at her eyes. "I promise you it will get easier. You gotta trust me" replied Half-Sack as he pulled her in for a hug.

***

"Mommy!" shouted Isabella as she saw Stormie and Half-Sack walk in to the living room. "SpongeBob is on" she added as she pointed her spoon of cereal at the TV before going back to watching it. Stormie had to smile at how relaxed her little girl looked sitting next to the mohawked biker both intently watching the TV as they ate cereal. "Morning Stormie" called Juice as he glanced quickly over shooting her what seemed to be a signature smile. "See. All good" whispered Half-Sack as he moved to sit back in his chair. Stormie considered the scene for a moment before moving over to the couch and sitting on Juices other side hugging her legs close to her chest.

The four of them spent the next hour watching TV in a comfortable silence when a knock came at the door. Half-Sack got up and opened the door to Gemma. "Morning guys. I thought I would pop over and see if I could steal Isabella for the day?" questioned Gemma as she looked at Stormie. "Umm" started Stormie unsure about the idea. "Mommas deserve a little freedom hunny, trust me. Clay and Tig will be with us so no need to worry. Anyways this will let you go get the rest of your stuff from back home" stated Gemma her tone making it clear she wouldn't except any answer but yes. "Okay" replied Stormie as she nodded her head.

****

The tension rolling off Stormie was thick as she walked though what used to be her home. She never thought she would set foot back in this place let alone with her brother and two of his friends. Chibs and Juice had volunteered to join them for backup if it was needed. She felt weirdly embarrassed as she looked over the normal mess and then the obvious mess of a home invasion as she made her way to her room to get things. She had already packed the rest of Isabella's things and random bits from the rest of the house which the guys were loading up in the van.

"You okay" asked Juice quietly as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching how she had herself plastered to the far wall as she looked at her bed with tears. "Its stupid" muttered Stormie as she wiped at her eyes as she tried to will herself to just gather her things. "I....I'm afraid...of the underside of the bed. Like... a monster.....under....it" struggled to explain Stomie as she flushed with embarrassment. Juice nodded as he walked in the room a bit. "Well, let me take a look for you." he offered as he knelt down on the floor and lifted the covers to look under it. "You" started Stormie feeling bad he was on the floor but a shook of his head stopped her.

"All clear" stated Juice as he looked up at Stormie. "Thanks" stated Stormie as she offered a tentative smile before taking a breath and stepping forward to grab a bag on her bed and moving to her closet to grab things. Juice went to head out when Stormie turned to him. "Would you mind waiting while I gather my things? I don't like being in here alone" questioned Stormie as she bit her lip nervously as her eyes darted quickly to the blood stains still on the floor and walls. "Of course" replied Juice as he looked back at her.

An hour later the group was back on the road. Stormie watched as the sun set while they made their way back to her new home. She was ready to start living and not be in constant survival mode.

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[kiss-kei]

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[chaashni]

Sweat For Me

You decide you want to be fucked. Bucky decides you need to be fucked.

Warnings: This is porn. Written porn. Smut. Please keep some holy water ready. Dom/Sub dynamics. Brattiness. Manhandling. Rough sex. Overstimulation. Gun kink kinda thing at the end. Choking. Metal arm kink. Slapping maybe. Pain kink. Authority kink. All that.

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It starts at the restaurant. Your hair catches the light from everywhere, spraying out in messy concentric rings from the individual strands. Your lips painted a bright red, pulled under your teeth, a sultry, invasive grin gracing them as you flick your eyes all over Bucky.

Bucky isn't sure of what he wants to do to you. A part of him always craves to worship you, hold you close, feel every gasp and curse and he pushes into you, your body digging into the mattress, his face buried between your breasts.

Another part was seconds from snapping, fingers twitching to drag you out of your seat and throw you over his lap, to spank you and finger you till you could barely think. Or sit.

Then you inched forward, lifting your glass of wine to your lips while your breast almost hung out from the little white dress you had worn, the outlines of the black lingerie you had dorned glaringly obvious under Bucky's piercing stare. Your tongue stroked a full circle over the rim of the wine glass, his growl making you shudder even as you nudged the tip of your heel to the side of his knee, crossing your legs till you could drag your shoe all along the inside of his thigh.

"You know, this place might be a little bland," Bucky circled his hands around your ankle just an inch from his crotch, infuriated eyes narrowed at you as your words were cut with a light gasp, before you leant back, tongue catching a drop of wine trailing down the side of your glass, lapping it up.

"But the leg space is good. I kinda like it here."

No you don't.

By the time Bucky would be done with you, you wouldn't even remember the name of this place, let alone the tremendous leg space it provided, or all the ways you had used the place to tease the hell out of him, and be a brat.

He slaps his debit card over the leathered bill holder, punching in the numbers and slamming the tip before he is yanking you out of your seat, groaning at how your stockings give definition to your legs, your gait slender even as he tugs you along.

"There isn't one place I can take you without you being a brat" he gritts, huffing when you smirk and fumble back, muttering something about the night being young.

Bucky is furious. He really is. He is also super stiff in his jeans, his cock aching from all the low whispers and sultry brushes of your lips over his ears, his jaws, your skin on his skin. The traces of your lingerie which peep out each time you are in a fairly lit place -that is everywhere you guys have been today- those thigh high lace socks, everything has been testimony to the fact that Bucky is a patient man.

Patience can go piss its pants now.

"Hey sarge," you call out, beaming at him even as you stagger to a halt, an innocence in your eyes like you hadn't been pouring acid over his boiling water for the last two hours. Even with adrenaline erratically fuelling through his veins, Bucky caught himself wondering how the hell could you manage that innocent expression, a glass-like silkiness to your features masking the devil's horns you wore whenever you were up to get a rise from him.

Bucky clenched his jaw, looking you over, his eyes stopping for a minuscule second at your breasts and the thin line of lace curtained behind the white, before he was narrowing them meanly at you again. Daring you to piss him off even more.

"Care for some ice cream?" You took the liberty to wrap his arm around your waist, pushing yourself to his chest and tugging at the collars of his leather jacket till he relented and placed his lips over your puckered up red ones. "I could use some chocolate to lick."

"Damn it." Bucky hissed, grabbing your jaw and crashing his lips on yours in a searing kiss. It was filthy in the way that it got you moaning into his mouth, a flare of arousal heating through him as his tongue snaked in immediately. You stumbled backward, your grip on his collar feeble, prompting him to tighten his arm around you, keeping you pinned to himself. Your lips rolling between his teeth, he licked the hilt of your mouth, all of your lipstick smudged and your breath erratic and uneven.

He curled his hand around the back of your neck, holding you to him and kissing you. Bucky flipped you around, pinning you to the side of his car heavily, palms landing on both sides of your head, your leg slotted between his, your boobs bunched up under his hard chest.

Fuck.

"Still want the ice cream?" Bucky sounded cocky, voice low and words gravelly as you heaved heavily under him. He felt a high building up somewhere, the turbulence in your pulse pumping up the fire in his veins. His eyes seemed to sharpen with each second, the resolution of every imagery turning up a notch with each second.

He licked his lips, smirking at the sheen of sweat glossing your body as he crowded you, drinking you in. He watched as you flashed your eyes open, lust dusted and unfocussed. Even in your disgruntled state, hair flying out and lipstick smudged, you couldn't stop that smirk from flirting on your lips.

"Think you can give me anything better?" You chuckled a little, possibly at the surge of fury which cascaded Bucky's face at your flirty insulation, his rage not escaping even when you trailed your fingers to scoop the drops of sweat rolling down to the side of his jaw.

The hand touching him was yanked back in seconds at the glare he sent your way. His metal arm flung from the window of his car to lace around your throat, eyes darkening at the airy simper that escaped your lips. The sweet scent of your pussy mixed with the dewy flowers mixed in your perfume had him going feral, every nerve in his body craving to push you into the car, throw one of your legs over the seathead and pound into you till you were seeing stars, all your brattiness fucked out of you.

That he did.

Bucky yanked you closer to him by the neck, throwing the door of the backseat open- he might have ripped it off and he couldn't care less about it- before he was throwing you face first inside, your startled gasp and the thickening of your scent not missing his heightened senses.

Bucky felt like a wolf stalking its prey as he watched you crawl up on the seat, a dark chuckle tearing out of his throat at how easily you were submitting to him. Lifting your ass up like that. Spreading your thighs further so your dress could be pushed higher up, the creamy skin where your stockings ended visie to his predatory gaze.

He clicked his tongue menacingly, grabbing your hips and allowing himself a second to seal his feral desires under a more decisive approach, one which was a little long-drawn and brutally tethering, so you'd know exactly what you get for being the brat you are. Bucky wanted to give it to you good, he wanted nothing more than to watch you come apart under him, sobbing and thrashing around as your body would spasm with each stroke of his cock into your stuttering pussy, his hands thoroughly marked over every inch of your body. So you would know who is in charge. Who owns you.

You craned your neck, resting your shoulder on the seat, a sultry grin on your face even as you offered yourself to him. Bucky's primal urge to hold you down and make you fall apart till you were just a scattered mess of whines and trembles and need overtook every other thought. He just needed to have you, to hell with everything else. Like the very glaring fact that you two were in his car parked at the side of the street, and anybody could pass by and see what you were up to.

Domspace.

It was a state Bucky sometimes found himself in, a projection of his very obvious inclination to the thought of being in control. The adrenaline pumping through his veins at the very moment, the sharpness in his vision, the quick intake and processing of every stimulus around him, everything pointed to this headspace that was cutting through his being like a ship rolling in water.

At this point, Bucky didn't need to be enhanced to be automatically aware of everything going on around him and you, including each minuscule shiver raking down your body, the break of a few fallen leaves, the groan of the seats as he adjusted himself behind you, a few fading footsteps, the scratch of the heapy november wind against the streets.

Bucky loved it. Domscape brought with it the euphoria of cocktails and smokes, it made him feel powerful and more centered than ever. Most importantly, though, domscape brought the maddening, cor-deep urge to be responsible for you. To care for you. Make you feel good. Make you feel happy and guve you the love or punishments, as you need it. Mostly love. And lots of orgasms. It made him want to hold you, secured in his arms as you would fracture into a millions pieces of glass sharp pleasure. It made him want to kiss your forehead and hold you and keep you safe, make sure you never cried yourself to sleep. Domspace made him feel.powerful, and showed it, more glaring than ever, how much power you held over him.

Bucky felt like a wolf with you being the trembling lamb under him -if he was making the comparison at some literature student level- but instead of tearing you down and feasting on you, his primal objective was to tear every reason which could ever chance at hurting you, and then feast on you.

Isn't that about right?

Bucky bunched your dress up, snapping your hips upwards till your dripping slit was at level with his mouth, his tongue poking out to run through your folds, a smirk pressed against your clit when you screamed, your body almost losing all the balance you had worked so hard to maintain.

When that high hit, there was no going back for Bucky. He couldn't list out a definite set of activities which pushed him over that edge. To this frenzy which left him dark-eyed and devious and predatory, his sharp sense stalking every little movement. Till you were wound around his spell and melting like butter on his fingers, your slick running down your thighs and your body moulding against his like muscle memory. But he really craved it, both the unabashed filthiness it right out of him,and the flame of intimacy that it burned through the both of you.

"Think there's anything that can compare to this, kitten?" Bucky chuckled, sucking at your clit one last time before he pulled himself up, chuckling at your whines of protest.

"No…" you started, the rest of your words cut off because Bucky did not want you talking. His hand clasped around your mouth, the glass window fogging one last time. He pulled you backwards, attacking your neck with his lips, the flare in his chest growing as he felt your breaths dance over his fingers, the wetness of your lips from all the licking and kissing now pressed against the flat of his-

"Did you just bite me?" Bucky hissed. Pulling his hand back, his eyes flicked to your sly smirk, jaw teeth gritting together, seething at your audacity. What did he have to do to get you to fucking listen?

"Did I, sir?"

He was already palming himself as he flipped you around, his metal arm reaching the top of your dress. He gave you a nod, eyes glaring into your soul and lips dancing over yours before he pulled back, ripping your dress into half.

"Hey-" The hand he had pressed to your stomach held you pressed to the seat, a chuckle running through him at the indugnance in your voice.

"You did, kitten."

The high only built as he opened your legs pushing your panties to the side and burying his face between your thighs, lapping up your sweetness as you thrashed under him, one leg hanging off the seat, another thrown carelessly over the seat head, your hands holding on to the tinted and foggy windows for dear life. That was Bucky's deal, he would give you what you want -his undivided attention, which was always yours anyway- only as long as you did not remove your hands from the window.

"You take those hands off, you don't get a thing from me."

Bucky never broke a promise to you, and even as you gasped and opened your legs for him, eyes drenched in lust and body slipping like honey under his hold, he knew he wouldn't be making an exception now.

There was no way you would take your hands off the window tonight.

He coaxed an orgasm out of you pretty easily, his eyes going wild at you spread out under him, body covered in pretty lingerie and skin lathered in sweat and slick. Eyes shut in pleasure, head thrown back and arms limp as all the brattiness slowly diffused out of you, the pleasure raking through every fiber and bone.

Bucky flicked your nipples through the flimsy lace as you sighed and struggled to keep your hands pinned to the glass, your fingers sliding down but your fingertips gratingly held on, eyes trailing over his form. He tugged at your nipples, pushing your bra down. He grabbed your boob, popping one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the pebbled bud, his eyes fixated on yours as you lost yourself to him again.

His fingers teased your folds as he marked up your neck and breast for the world to see, your hands still clinging, best as they could, to the window behind you. Bucky methodically peeled off every layer of clothing from your skin, indulging in his little sessions of partialism with every body part, your breasts, your hips, your thighs. Cold metal fingers slipped past your folds, the whirring and grating of metal against your skin only making you whine more, slowly succumbing to his will.

Bucky had you fall apart on his tongue, twice, before he allowed you to move your hips. He wiped the tears off your face as his metal fingers slid in and out of your pussy, his cold thumb rubbing circles all over your clit. He held you in place through each spasm that jolted through your body, your thighs marked up and stinging faintly from his teeth and fingers, your jaw hanging open, a little bit of drool hanging out of your lips.

Maybe this sight was what tipped him over to that mindset. To his domspace. It started with the little things, when Bucky felt constantly on the edge, head reeling from being thrown into missions one after the other, weeks of absence from you leading to him craving it with animalistic desire. Bucky didn't need ropes or handcuffs or long sessions of harcore domination to be pushed to this headspace.

What sent him reeling over was the sight of your fucked out face, tears streaming down your cheeks in overstimulation, hints of your makeup trailing down and catching his eyes. When he would cup your jaw and make you look him in the eye -keep looking at him like that- like he was all you could ever imagine, all you could ever need.

In such situations, Bucky swore to everyone he could feel the burn of desire flow from your chest to his, your scrambling fingertips leaving not just their possessive evidences over his back, but also marks of trust and intimacy and care and devotion which he had never felt in millions of years. More than anything, he wanted to give back to you all that you made him feel, amplified a million times over.

Bucky watched your eyes linger over his crotch, suddenly aware of how aroused he was. He pushed back the momentary struggle when he saw your eyes ghost over the bulge next to the more pressing one, the layered outline of his gun peeking out from under his jacket.

One look at you and he knew what you wanted. You both had experimented with knives before, some fun times involving a knife and a jar of nutella, or that time when he had slaughtered an entire hoard of your lingerie in his attempt to make them accessible.

What Bucky's girl wanted, she got.

He took out his handgun, coincidentally the one which was gold plated, and your favourite. It was the gun you sometimes sneaked out of his pocket and ran over to the shooting range, subtly trying to avoid his stalking gaze as he did his push ups in another corner of the room.

Now this gun was waltzing its way across your boobs. Bucky tangled it with the lace of your bra, purposely ripping off a little bit of it, smirking as you hissed under your breath. The barrel cascaded down to your navel, running down the insides of your thighs in slow strokes, the cold metal making you shiver, Bucky's warm lips stamping over its icy trail.

"The gun's locked. Loaded though. You want me to use it on you?" Bucky asked, softer now, two of his fingers holding your chin in place, his eyes boring into yours. You whined and pushed your hips up, licking your lips and shaking your head in a desperate yes.

"Words." Bucky quipped, tightening his hold on your face and running the cool tip of the gun from your navel to the centre of your mound, so.close to where you needed him. "Were being so smart back there. Where'd ya words go now?"

As you screamed out your 'yes' he slid the nuzzle over your drenched pussy, chuckling as your wetness dribbled down to his weapon. He pushed your pussy lips apart, pupils getting wider and sense stronger as you trembled and rocked against him, your hands barely holding onto the glass, just as he had ordered, your face numb with pleasure.

He pushed the muzzle inside you, slowly, methodically, taking all of his time as you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. He built a tantalizingly slow pace as he fucked you on his gun, pressing it to the sides of your walls and fixing you with stern glares each time you moved too much, sweet nothings whispered in your ears as you did so good for him, taking it like a good girl.

Bucky had you suck his gun clean after he had made you cum around it, your juices and taste lingering in his mouth when he scooped up some of your wetness, not able to resist his need to taste you again and again.

When you had fallen apart on his hand for the fourth time, body slumped back against the seats, your lips swollen, the scrapes of so many people walking by bouncing around the roof of the car, Bucky took mercy on you. He scooped up your hands, eyes softening just a little at the muffled shriek which escaped your lips, thumbs running over your knuckles in an attempt to sooth the trembling which persisted in your arms. It would take time to go away, but it wasn't anything Bucky couldn't handle.

He pushed your hair away from your face, leaning over to the side to pull out some tissues, patting them over your temple as you relaxed a little. Body slowly sinking into ease against the leather sheets, the aftershocks of your orgasms still blared in the way your thighs clenched with each of his movements. Bucky brought your hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently before popping one of your fingers into his mouth, hands flying out to massage your biceps.

Bucky lifted you up, resting his back to the seatrest and flicking drops of sweat off his forehead before resting it on yours, your heavy breaths mingling with his. He held you till your breaths went in sync with the periodic taps he made on your waist, his hand caressing your face and neck and back. He pulled your lingerie back in place, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your body, running his eyes all over you once again, accessing for any injury you might not be able to locate. It was his job to make sure you were okay, and that nothing went too hard on you.

He massaged your biceps and cooed occasional sweet nothings over the shell of your ears, finally asking you to wrap your legs around his waist before he carried you to the front seat, wrapping his jacket tightly around you and securing the seatbelt.

You were smiling when he got into his side. Your eyes trailed over his form, the tight black shirt he might have worn to seduce you, lingering lustfully at the drenched fabric clinging to his chiseled chest, a wristwatch wrapped around his right arm. He had strapped his gun back to his belt, the metal scented with you, fond memories of this adventure burned on its surface forever.

"Wait-" your words were airy, his eyebrows crumpling before he could help it, already looking you over and replaying everything that happened to know if anything had gone wrong.

"You're- I want to take care of you too-" you pointed to his bulge, hand already shooting out to unzip his pants.

"Hey, kitten, stop." He commanded gently, brushing his thumb over the cute crease that had woven itself into your forehead when he placed your hands on your lap. "Open that."

He watched as you opened the little air-conditioned section in the car, lips curling into a smirk when you fished out a bullet vibrator, your lips parted in a hollow gasp. The air perfumed with your sweet arousal again, Bucky's cock jumping for some action, finally.

"Prep it up," he smiled at you, unfrazzled by everything. "First red light you see, spread those legs and push it inside."

Bucky lifted up his phone and gave it a little shake to indicate he would be having fun with this, starting the car. As you sat there, gasping, he leant over, hands still on the steering wheel, crashing his lips on yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, robbing you off your breath before he was focussed on the road again, flexing his thigh and biting back the smirk at your low whimper.

"I'm not quite done with you, kitten. Don't think I'll ever be."

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About Me And My Writing (pt2)

HIIII!! I know I haven't posted or responded to any asks but school has been taking up so much time on my hands :\

Moving on, here's an updated version of my other About Me And MY Writing!

Here are animes I'll be writing for

Bsd

MHA

haikyuu (I haven't watched in a while)

AOT

seven deadly sins

Genshin Impact

High Rise Invasion

Demon Slayer

Howls Moving Castle

HxH

I write smut, angst and fluff/romance

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Things I'm not writing for

Incest/step-cest

shit kinks, foot kinks, piss kinks, armpit kinks, vomit kinks etc

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About mee<3

Im Sage, i go by any pronouns, i like kpop, Melanie Martinez, nightcore, ashniko, MARINA, Penelope Scott, Mother Mother, The Living Tombstone, Mitski, Jazmin Bean, Madonna, Kikou, im 20, i like playing minecraft, sims 4, roblox and genshin impact, i have amazing humour when you get to know me, I'm shy, im a poc woman, im bisexual/queer, I like writing, crocheting, roller skating, cooking, singing, baking, dancing and sewing, I'm probably mentally ill, i have slight anger issues, spiritualist and that's all

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