#wanna play cops and robbers

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[jonny-b-meowborn]

I wish Road 96 had a game mode where you can just replay specific scenes without having to replay the whole game. Maybe like, if you achieve all endings, or the best ending, you'd unlock that scene mode. Or like, a mode where you go through one specific character's story, having all of their scenes in a row. And yes this wish is 100% motivated by my love for Jarod and my desire to replay his scenes over and over. Of course it is

#i wanna see all the dialogue and all the deaths without having to deal with fanny and zoe in the meantime #fanny is a cop so ibv im not a big fan of her #and zoe isnt a bad character shes just annoying #but also id replay stan and mitch scenes over and over #because i love them a lot too #i know im mainly thirsting over the Sad Gun Taxi Man but i am also deeply in love witb the Dumb Robbers #and that mode would be really cool also bc some scenes are kinda rare #i know its all random but still i played this entire game four times and there are scenes ive seen only once #road 96 #bee buzz

[dollfacefantasy]

Playing to Win

pairing: stepdad!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your new stepdad isn't much older than you, yet he has the audacity to ask you to call him daddy?

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, dubcon, daddy kink, humiliation kink, spanking, praise/degradation

word count: 4.3k

a/n: i got a little silly hehe. this is technically my first commission. if you’re interested, check out my ko-fi. as always i appreciate the support, smoochies.

this is my first commission written for my beloved @nexysworld. without her, this would never have come about. she's a great writer and such a sweet person. you all should go check out her blog if you haven't already.

“You want me to call you what?” you ask incredulously as you stare down the man standing across from you.

“You heard me,” Leon says with no sense of teasing in his voice.

You laugh in his face, a cruel, unabashed laugh. You could not believe his audacity to ask you to call him daddy. 

Technically, he was your new stepfather, but it was comical to you to even acknowledge him as such. He was right around your age, only a couple years difference, no way in hell were you going to call him daddy.

You had been open with your mother about your displeasure over Leon’s presence in your life. You called her a cradle robber and a cougar but to no avail. She continued her relationship with him; a young, bright eyed, rookie cop who always thought he knew best.

He wasn’t the problem so much. Sure, he was kind of annoying, but he was also pretty cute. He was funny, and if these were any other circumstances, you could see yourself and him getting along great, even being friends. Generally, he was nice to you, maybe a little over friendly if you were being honest. It always seemed like he knew something you didn’t, but you assumed that was just his nature.

“You’re funny, Leon,” you taunt, “Seriously, good joke.”

“It’s not a joke,” he corrects you and folds his arms over his chest, “Now that I’m taking a more serious role in your life, I expect you to show me some respect.”

“Oh, you do?” you laugh, “Leon-”

“Daddy,” he corrects.

You almost can’t speak, stunned to silence by the nerve of him. Was he doing this to annoy you? Was it supposed to be funny? Because there’s absolutely no way he could be serious about this.

“We are almost the same age. You realize this, yes?” you ask, enunciating the words slowly to get your point across, “I’m not calling you anything but your actual name. And maybe not even that cause you’re pissing me off, and I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“All this attitude, sweetheart, and for what?” he says as approaches you, “I’m not asking you to run a marathon for me. All I want is to be addressed properly.”

You scowl at the pet name. He brings a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with his knuckles before you swat it away.

“What is your problem, Leon?” you say angrily and shove him away, “Is this some fucked up fetish of yours? Like it’s not pathetic enough you’re fucking a divorced woman twice your age, right? You have to feel in control of me too to get it up?”

You laugh at him again when he responds with a glare. Rolling your eyes, you walk closer to him and get in his face.

“Aw, did I hurt daddy’s feelings?” you mock in the sweetest tone you could manage, giving him puppy dog eyes and putting emphasis on the title he was so obsessed with, “I’m so sorry daddy. Please don’t be mad at me.”

You’re about to laugh again before Leon spins you around so you quick the motion nearly gives you whiplash. Your back is flush against his chest, and even though you were teasing, your little performance clearly had some effect as you could feel his dick, now half hard, against your ass. It causes a small flash of heat in your belly that you try to pretend didn’t happen.

“Listen up, I’m not going to tell you again, baby. You do what I’m asking you, or we’re going to find another way to get it through your pretty little head,” he says.

His grip was firm. Despite his usual officer friendly persona, he could obviously be serious when he wanted to be. It didn’t shock you. You knew he was fit and could be intense. You’d caught him working out with his shirt off, sweat dripping down his muscular back while ‘Kim’ by Eminem blasted in his airpods. You tried to deny it, but it had left you feeling a little hot under the collar for the next few days.

You squirm in his hold, but he keeps your wrists pinned to your lower back. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, send me to my room? Ground me?” you say as you try to wriggle away.

“Oh no, we’re past that. You want to be a brat, I’ll handle you like one. I’ll put you over my knee and smack that cute ass until it’s raw, and you understand who’s in charge around here,” he says.

“You’re gonna spank me?” you shriek. You thrash harder in absolute shock. “No way! Are you fucking crazy? My mother will kick your ass.”

“Your mother isn’t here, babe. I’ll do whatever the hell I want,” he says. His fingers only tighten on you, digging into your flesh. An arm loops around your waist and starts pulling you over to the sofa. “Maybe she’ll be grateful that someone’s finally trying to teach you some manners.”

Even though you knew he was in shape, he was much stronger than you thought. He sits down on the sofa and folds you across his lap with no real effort. You’re secure there too, unable to get to your feet or away from him. You still try though, flailing your limbs about and bucking your hips.

“There, there. Let’s calm down, honey,” he coos, now clearly taunting you. He rubs the swell of your ass over the tight dress you were wearing. “Just tell Daddy you’re sorry, baby. I’m not a bad guy. I’m willing to hear you out.”

You don’t even respond. You pound your fists against his leg while kicking your feet.

“Poor baby. There’s no reason to throw a tantrum,” he says in the most condescending voice you’d ever heard. He gives you a light warning tap on the ass. “Just tell me what I want to hear, and Daddy will make it all better, give you all the kisses you need until you’re back to being a good girl.”

He was driving you fucking wild. Your body was taut with anger while your mind ran wild with frustration, not only at him, but at yourself. You could feel your panties getting sticky with arousal as he spoke down to you.

“Shut up, Leon!” you say and continue struggling.

His hand comes down again, cracking a little harder against the supple flesh of your ass. You suck a sharp breath in. It didn’t hurt yet, but it stung. Anymore force behind the swing of his palm and you knew he could fulfill his threats of marking up your ass.

“You wanna try that again, princess?” he says, “I’ll give you one more chance.”

“No! I’m not calling you Daddy you sick fucker! I-”

A loud slap echoes through the room. That was the smack you were scared of. So hard you could feel the burn beneath your skin. There was absolutely no doubt about his strength now. He lands another two, one on each cheek, drawing whimpers from your throat.

“Watch your mouth,” he says, “I’m sick of the whining and the back talk. I’ve given you more than enough chances to fix your behavior. I’m done playing nice with you.”

In a quick motion, he yanks your skirt up to bunch it at the small of your back. You squeal out “Leon!” but it makes no difference. Again, you attempt to wriggle away. All it does though is give him a view of your ass wiggling around in those cute panties you wore. The ones he had seen peeking over the waist of your jeans.

He lays more lashes to your skin in rapid succession. You wriggle slightly and involuntarily whine. Your ‘stepfather’ felt no guilt though. Partially because it was all part of the plan, partially because he could see the light purple fabric between your thighs darkening with arousal. Plus, the pathetic noises spilling from your mouth only made him want to work harder, rip more sweet cries from you. He continues cracking his solid hand against your bottom, sending ripples through the soft flesh. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your eyes start to water, and your bottom lip juts out into a quivering pout.

“Oh, look at that sweet face,” he coos, taking a break from spanking you to stroke your cheek, “I know it hurts, baby. But it can all stop once you decide to stop being a stubborn little brat.”

He punctuates his statement with another swat. Your body jolts forward at the contact, head falling forward to hang in shame. You hate yourself for playing into it, but you can’t stop the automatic response that exits you in a humiliating whimper.

“I’m not a brat.”

“Oh you’re not? Could’ve fooled me,” he responds. He cracks his hand against your cheeks a few more times before giving you a break and rubbing the sore skin.

“I’m not. You’re just… you’re just mean.”

The words tumble from you in a pitiful cry, physically hurting you to say something so pathetic. To show such weakness when he was being such a prick. You shut your eyes, and a warm tear falls down your face. That only made you feel worse, making you want to cry more. A vicious cycle you couldn’t break out of when all your mind could think of was your stinging flesh and his patronizing voice.

“I’m being mean to you? Aw baby, after all the things you said, you think I’m the mean one?” he mocks.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper out without really thinking about it.

“I don’t need you to be sorry, sweetheart. You know what I want,” he says.

What’s supposed to be a groan comes out as a frustrated whine. You shake your head weakly and open your eyes again. His fingers slip beneath your chin to lift your face to look at him.

“Just say it. Say it and it will all be over. We can get on to helping you feel better,” he says.

The pain radiating from your ass, now glowing red, was almost enough to make you give in on the spot. But you could hear it in his voice. He was so fucking smug, having so much fun watching you cry and shift around in discomfort. You couldn’t just let him win.

So you shake your head defiantly, sniffling as your watery eyes connect with his in a stare. You immediately regret your decision because the amused glint that forms his eyes lets you know that he enjoys the resistance more than your submission. The corners of his lips tick upwards into a slight smile. Now it’s his turn to shake his head and mockingly tut at you before swinging his forearm and blasting your sore flesh with the heel of his palm.

You cry out, the noise strangled with despair. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip to restrain the louder sobs that were bubbling in your throat.

“Just give in, sweetheart. There’s no need to act tough for me. Do what I know you want to, and say the word,” he orders, his words coming out low and slow.

You know you should, but god, you don’t want to. It’s like your most basic instincts don’t want you to either. You have to think through it, force your tongue to conjure the word and expel it from your lips.

“I’m sorry… Daddy,” you whimper. A couple more tears leak from your eyes. The humiliation that mounts in your chest is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. But as the heat rises to your cheeks and clouds your mind, making you feel dizzy, you feel a deeper sense of heat spreading out in your lower belly. And it only gets worse when he starts in on you again.

“Oh, that’s my girl. Such a good girl when you want to be. I knew you could do it,” he coos, “Say it again for me, baby. Least you can do after being so cruel.”

At this point, you figure you’d already said it once, so what’s one more time. You say it again if for no other reason than to stop his harsh blows from raining down on your sensitive skin.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” you cry.

“That’s right. I know you are, honey. I know you don’t mean that stuff. You just wanted some attention, right? Wanted some time with Daddy all to yourself,” he says as his hand comes up and starts stroking your hair.

You weakly shake your head. You weren’t acting up because of that. He was being an asshole. That’s why you were acting up. Or were you even acting up? Your reaction was justified, wasn’t it? All the attention on you mixed with the shame boiling in your head makes it hard to think through this stuff.

“Oh, are you shy? Don’t wanna tell the truth?” he coos with a cruel chuckle. One of his hands rubs your aching ass while the other trails up and down your thigh soothingly. The latter hand slowly creeps to the junction of your legs. “I know that’s what it is, doll. I can feel it.”

As he says that, you feel fingers petting the damp fabric that conceals your cunt. You take a sharp breath to which his chuckle grows into a short laugh. He presses his fingers against the cloth, and you can tell immediately that even his movements are done in a way to mess with you. His digits drag against your panties, not giving you the pressure you need on your clit. You squirm awkwardly in an effort to find a better angle and not feel the soaked garment cling to your folds.

“Feeling a little impatient?” he teases.

You nod, any remaining shreds of dignity you have slowly being peeled away. You just couldn’t resist. The potential pleasure that’s just out of reach. The heat of his thick cock against your hip. His voice, like soft velvet slipping over your mind.

“Well honey, show me you can ask nicely, and I’ll be happy to help you out. Won’t even make you wait, we can get right to what you really want,” he says. His tone sounds slightly more genuine here.

“Pretty please, Daddy,” you force out. Your eyes cast down in shame as if you’re studying the pattern of the living room carpet.

“Pretty please what, babydoll?” he says, the teasing returning for a moment.

“Pretty please… fuck me,” you squeak.

He smirks, his victory written all over his face.

“Woah, listen to the mouth on you,” he tuts, “Normally, I wouldn’t let that kind of language fly, sweetheart, but I think you’ve had enough punishment for one day.”

His hands squeeze your waist and flip you over on his lap. He wipes away your tears with his thumb and presses a kiss to your forehead, that stupid smug expression on his face the entire time.

The next move is guiding your body onto the couch. You whimper as your back meets the cool leather. He pays that no mind and instead lifts your hips and tugs your skirt and panties off in one motion. You notice in your peripheral that he takes a souvenir, shoving the light purple underwear in his pocket.

After giving your ass a firm squeeze, his hands drift up and pull your shirt off. His eyes fixate on your tits, his soft hands coming to cup them and flick his fingers over your nipples which were beginning to perk up.

“No bra? I guess I should’ve expected that from you,” he chuckles as he continues fondling your soft breasts. The touch relieves some of the building pressure, the weight in your chest just begging to be squeezed and massaged. He watches the pliable flesh move beneath his fingers before giving your nipples a quick pinch and moving to undress himself.

He doesn’t waste any time, his clothing pooled on the floor in mere moments. He gets on top of you. Large hands hook behind your knees, angling your hips upward. Your legs come to rest on his shoulders as he grabs his cock and swipes the tip through the slick that had collected between your thighs.

“So fucking wet, I didn’t even need to warm you up,” he grunts as he pushes the tip in.

You bite your lip, unable to stop the whine it brings out of you. He exhales with amusement, and his free hand goes to your face to rub your cheek. It was only the tip so far, but you couldn’t even deny how good it felt. And while he moves with a purpose, he draws out this first thrust as long as possible. He inches it in, going as slow as he can. The pleasure he gets just from watching you squirm with desperation is clear in the way he looks down at you.

“There we go. Just what you need. Daddy filling you up. Gonna make you a good girl from now on,” he coos and drags his thumb over your bottom lip. 

Without even thinking, you open your mouth and flatten your tongue against the digit before wrapping your lips around it. You suck on it gently, softly moaning as your saliva coats his thumb.

At this point, it’s physically impossible for him to look more pleased with himself. Honestly, it seemed like he took more enjoyment from watching you slip farther into his grasp than he did from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him.

Once he’s all the way in, completely buried in your warm, wet embrace, the hand that had been guiding his cock slides up. He gently thumbs your clit, grinning as your sweet mewls become the slightest bit louder.

He begins dragging himself in and out, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping him, sucking him in. It seems you only clamp down harder as he plays with your pretty little bundle of nerves. He keeps toying with it as his hips work back and forth.

Your eyes flutter, becoming half-lidded with the smooth stream of pleasure flowing through you. You whimper and whine while still sucking on his thumb. He started to repeatedly tease pulling it out before pushing it all the way in, nearly gagging you.

“So precious, aren’t you?” he whispers, leaning forward.

Your thighs are now pressed to your chest. His cock so deep it reaches places you didn’t even know about. He picks up the pace a bit, balls smacking against you with each move. To your dismay, he removes his thumb from your mouth, dragging it down and smearing spit down your chin. Your disappointment is only momentary as he’s quick to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

His soft lips move against your wet ones while he continues pumping deep. Your head swims with the pleasure he provides. Everything becomes a soft warm haze as he toys with your clit and stretches you out. The gentle kisses combine with the tender feeling of his warm skin sliding against yours.

“Gonna have to do this every time you get bratty, baby. Keep you dumb on my cock, exactly where you should be, making sure you don’t get outta line,” he grunts, eyes closing as a wave of pleasure hits him, “This all you needed, just some time with Daddy.”

You nod lazily, all hopes of keeping a resistant exterior up gone out the window. “More kisses, Daddy,” you mumble as you connect your lips in a messy kiss.

He chuckles at the lack of resistance left in you. He returns your nod and indulges you. His tongue slips into your mouth, meeting your own as you make out.

It’s all so good. You can’t get enough. Everything is him right now. It’s all for him. You know you’re getting close and so does he. He can feel the way your pussy rhythmically constricts around him. It’s working him closer too, but he can’t let it end yet. Not before he gets to the final step.

His movements become strategic. You’re teetering on the edge, getting enough pleasure to keep you whining and clutching at him, but not enough for that final push to heaven. Just one more stroke in the right wave, and you know you could get there.

While your head continues to fog up from his efforts, he pulls away from kissing you. He nestles his head in between yours and the couch cushion.

“You know, honey, now that we’re seeing eye to eye, I think I should let you in on something,” he whispers, hot breath fanning across your ear.

“Mmm, what?” you ask. You were only half paying attention, too caught up in the heat of the moment.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, sweet thing,” he rasps.

“Really?” you ask, unsure why he was bringing this up but choosing to go along with it in your dreamy state. He had been dating your mom for a while, so maybe he had this little infatuation for longer than you thought.

“Mhm, earlier than I think you know,” he says with a nip to your earlobe.

“That’s nice,” you murmur and nuzzle your face against his hair, breathing in his scent.

“Aren’t you curious when? When was the first time I saw your pretty face? The first time I wanted to slide into this tight pussy?” he murmurs.

“When?” you ask. You tried to feign interest, but fuck, you really just wanted to cum.

“I remember it, clear as day. It was at a party, you remember that guy from high school who had the 3D tv in his basement. It was at his house. You were down there, looking so fucking cute, talking to some douchebag. And I heard you talking to him. About Fortnite,” he says.

You just nod and moan. You honestly didn’t even remember that he went to your high school, but you didn’t really care at the moment. It still felt so good, him drilling in and out of you. You just couldn’t help but wonder why he thought now was the time to bring this up.

“You told that guy your gamer tag. But I realized I also remembered that name. I had played a match with you before. You beat me, stole my victory royale,” he says with a soft laugh.

“Umm… ok,” you reply, totally lost and not just because your mind was all cloudy from being railed into the couch.

“Tell me, honey: do you remember the name rookiepillz?” he asks.

“No?” you say. Was this really the time for this conversation? That was all you could think. But before you could voice your complaint his hand starts rubbing your clit again with even more pressure than before. All words in your throat tangle up into a string of whimpers.

“You should. I sent you a message after that game. Told you ‘I’m gonna fuck you and your mom sweaty,’” he says with a particularly hard thrust, “Well, look at us now.”

You listen, absolutely lost, until the dots start connecting. You turn your head to look at him, not believing this was real. You did remember that message. It made you and your friends giggle for the next hour, created an inside joke for the next few years.

“No way,” you say. You try to keep your voice even, but despite his insane words, his cock was still hitting just right, “Rookie- fuck! Rookiepillz?”

He puts in a couple of those strokes that hit just right, brushed all your sweet spots, filled you up the perfect amount. All the while his thumb rubs your clit in tiny, quick circles. You couldn’t hold on. A sharp cry leaves you as you gush around his cock. You grip the couch for support as your body rolls with the rush.

“Yes way, sweetheart. Rookiepillz,” he grunts.

When most of the high has finished and you’re starting to come down, you open your eyes and look up at him with disbelief. He’s grinning, so satisfied that he’s gotten the last laugh.

“Wha- you’re… you’re fucking insane… literally why would you remember that? And why would you take it so seriously? It’s Fortnite!” you moan, still feeling the aftershocks of your release.

“I play the long game, baby, and I play to win,” he moans as a strained expression washes over his face. He snaps his hips a few more times before slamming in all the way with one final thrust. “This is my ultimate victory royale.”

With that, he empties himself inside you, hot cum flooding your cunt. You whimper yet again. It still felt good even if you just found out his motivation behind all of this was borderline psychotic.

He pumps in and out a few more times before pulling out. His chest puffs with deep breaths on top of yours. Both of you lay together in silence for a few moments. What had just happened? You could barely even comprehend it. Instead of driving yourself as crazy as he is by dwelling on it, you shove him off of you. You get up and start putting on your clothes again.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you say.

He laughs and sits up on the couch. “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun, baby,” he says while stretching, “You were such a good girl for your daddy.”

Your eyes widen and cheeks burn with embarrassment at his teasing. God, why had you ever said that? Now that you weren’t all worked up, you just wanted to go back in time and kick your own ass for even thinking of giving in.

“Shut up,” you grumble.

He stands up, still laughing and clearly on top of the world with his “victory.” You smooth out your outfit as he starts putting his own clothing back on. He holds up his belt and cracks it teasingly.

“Watch your mouth, there’s still time before your mother gets home. That sweet ass might not have enough marks,” he taunts.

You shoot him a glare before storming out of the room.

“Oh come on, babe. If you’re not into that, maybe we could play some Fortnite?” he calls.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil smut

[nctsplug02]

I Wanna Make You Scream j.j

GENRE: smut, second chance

WARNINGS: cnc, ghost face (scream) mask, kissing, no foreplay, breast play, dry humping, doggy-style, missionary, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cheating, deceiving, and spanking.

“yeah,” you set down the piping bag and sigh. “i know, babe. i’ll see you in a bit?” your boyfriend, mark, says a yes and i love you before hanging up.

“i gotta finish this cake up,” you tell yourself and pick the piping back up, again.

you color in the black eyes and ask alexa to play your music. “you hear a creature creepin’ up up behind. you’re out of time— ‘cause i got this thriller!” you sing and bob your head.

“thriller night— there ain’t no second chance.” you take a step back and look at the cake, giving a smile when seeing how nice it looked.

“now for writing,” you sigh and switch to the piping bag with a smaller tip. “don’t fuck up, y/n.” you tell yourself and begin to pipe out a sentence that matched with the cake.

thriller ends and another song plays.

“i…” you emphasize and write cursively. “wanna…” you stick out your tongue and squint your eyes. “make…” you rearrange your placing on the piping bag. “you—fuck!” you hiss when the frosting pops and explodes a bit.

take your time, y/n.

you nod and refocus on the cake before mark got to your place. “you…” you pipe again and ignore the small mistake.

the cardboard platter it was on was already black so it didn’t matter since it blended in perfectly.

“scream…” you finish off and set down the piping bag with a huff. “finally,” you groan and start cleaning up your mess.

after cleaning, you turn back to your cake and the blob of black frosting has you staring at it for a good minute. “my OCD says not tonight.” you grab items that are small enough to clean your mistake.

you gasp as your song plays, “lock me up and throw away the key, you know how’da get the best outta me. i’m no fool for the world to see, trade my whole life just to be.” you sing and hum the beat after kim jennie finishes her line.

you gasp when feeling hands on your hips and a bulge against your lower back. “mark,” you giggle and continue to clean the mess. “you’re early. why so?” he doesn’t answer.

you turn to see your boyfriend wearing a ghost face mask. “what? babe, i thought we agreed to be cops and robbers, no?” you laugh and smack the chin of the mask.

you shake your head and turn back to the cake. “can you go sit in the living room? you aren’t supposed to see the cake yet!” you chuckle and attempt to hide the cake.

the grip on your hips return. “ow, mark,” you wince with a half giggle when feeling the grip on your hips tighten. “you’re hurting my hips, babe.” you stand and place the piping bag next to the cake.

you go to turn but are pushed forward and against the counter. “mark,” you firmly state the slight pain in your hips. “i said you’re hurting me!”

the bulge grows bigger as you try to shove him away. his bulge rubbing against your ass as he grinds his hips against you.

“mark, stop being weird and let go!” you scoff when being pushed onto your chest. your toes barely holding your weight as he bends you over and grinds himself shamelessly against your clothed ass.

“mark,” you breathe out.

your jaw drops when feeling your jeans begin pushed down to your knees. your ass hanging out bare. “what—“ you try and turn your head but immediately, you’re shut down.

“why are you being so rough? you’re never like this!” you let out grunts as the male grows rough with you.

“oh!” you gasp and slap a hand on the marble counter when feeling a cock being pushed into you. “fuck,” you exhale and clench around the thickness. “you’re so fucking thick, mark.” you moan, eyes falling shut.

you groan when feeling your head being tugged back. tight strains on your scalp as the large hand yanks your hair back. with a hand on your lower back, the thrusts begin.

it doesn’t start off slow or anything, the man gets right to the point.

his thrusts going rough and fast, the sounds of his balls beating against your folds and your moans mixing together.

a harsh slap on your ass has you arching up with a moan. “fuck!” you cry out and clench tighter around the thickness that was sucked by your insides.

the large, soft hands rub in the same area before slapping the other cheek. it leaves a hand print that quickly turns red.

you manage to bring a hand below your hips and your fingers find themselves on your clit.

you were dripping.

you moan louder when feeling a shock of pleasure shoot down your spine after rubbing a small circle on your clit.

“i’m gonna cum,” before you can say anything else, you’re yanked off the counter and turned.

you’re caught off guard when seeing the mask but remembering it was just mark underneath.

he lifts you and sits you on the counter where he pushes you on your back and shoves himself inside you.

“fuck, when’d you get so ripped?” the deep rack of chocolate like abs has your eyes stuck. “have you been sneaking off to the gym on your free time?”

you lightly gasp when your the male pulls off the rest of your jeans and tosses them behind him. “that was sexy, baby.”

he hasn’t said a single word to you and it was making you grow frustrated. this wasn’t like mark.

you sit up and grab the collar of the mask. “take off the mask and kiss me, baby.” he yanks his head back from you and snatches the mask from your hold.

you’re shocked when he chokes you, his hands squeezing your throat and then smacking you on the cheek once.

“i—“ you suck in a gasp and roll your eyes when feeling his cock hit your g-spot. “oohh, fuck,” your moan shakes as he fucks you roughly.

his hips slamming into yours while he holds your neck in place. his head spinning in circles as he pants and grunts in the mask.

“fuck,” the male whispers and releases your neck, his hands pulling off the mask and revealing jeong jaehyun.

his dark black hair together in strands of sweat, his gold necklace falling in place and his mouth gapped as he takes deep breaths.

“what the fuck?!” you scream and sit up.

“surprise…missed me, baby?” jaehyun licks his lips and heaves with a smile.

your eyes well up. “j—jaehyun,” you gasp. “and, here i thought you forgot about me.” jaehyun frowns and rubs your thighs.

“how are you here? w—why are you here?” jaehyun smirks and grabs your waist so that your legs are wrapped securely around his waist. “i wanna make you scream, baby.”

jaehyun begins fucking into you, again. ignoring your questions and demands.

“m—my boyfriend is almost here! he’s gonna—he’s gonna kick your ass.” you pant and ignore the pleasurable feeling. “is he now?” jaehyun chuckles and shakes his head.

“let’s make it quick then, why don’t we?” you shake your head and slap a hand over your mouth.

eyes rolling back and mouths slipping through the gaps of your fingers.

“c’mon, baby. i wanna hear how pretty you sound, don’t hide yourself now.”

fuck it, you’ve only been dating mark for a month and a half now. what’s there to lose?

you remove your hand from your mouth and allow your moans to fill the room. “‘s my girl,” jaehyun chuckles and rubs your clit.

“oh, fuck.” you cry out and allow jaehyun to abuse your cunt like he’d done before in the past.

jaehyun was the only one who knew your body the best. how to get you cumming in minutes, finding your g-spot like it was the easiest thing on the planet and knowing how to get your nipples sensitive from just a singular rub, lick, and flick.

“cum for me, princess.” your cunt swallowing him whole and giving jaehyun a whole show as it does.

“fuck, im cumming,” you sigh. “that’s it, princess. do as i say.” legs shaking and squeezing jaehyuns tiny waist as you cream all over the thick cock.

“uh-huh, baby.” jaehyun bites his lip and grunts, giving one last slow thrust and cumming inside you.

his hands grabbing your cheeks and forcing you into a sloppy kiss with him. his teeth gnawing at your bottom lip before pulling away with a sexy moan.

“you taste exactly how i remembered,” jaehyun chuckles and bites his lip. “so fucking sweet.” he gives you one more kiss and pulls up his black sweats.

as jaehyun helps with your panties, you speak up. “jaehyun,” he hums and fixes your jeans that are inside out. “how’d you get in?”

a smirk forms on his lips. “you know, princess,” he sighs and helps one foot in. “i would say this is a lesson for you but, i’m glad this happened.” he looks up at you. “really.” he puts the other foot in.

jaehyun helps you off the counter and pulls up your jeans. “you should always keep your doors locked.” as you stand flabbergasted, he buttons up your jeans and pats your hips when finished.

“i’ll see you next time, princess.” jaehyun kisses you once and grabs his mask off the ground, turning and leaving with once last wink over his shoulder.

it takes you a good ten minutes to take that all in. “wow,” you stand against the counter and put a hand over your mouth, rubbing your lips and jaw. “wow…” you shake your head.

KNOCK KNOCK!

now, that was mark.

AN| this was SO last minute. i wrote this 6 minutes before halloween. SIX MINUTES BEFORE MIDNIGHT OF HALLOWEEN DAY! so if there are any mistakes, just enjoy and imagine and read and take in everything like you know what i said. i love you and trick or treat safely. 🩷🩷🩷

AAN| i am so sorry if this fic made any of you readers uncomfortable! there was an anon who reached out to me and explained who they felt and what i should’ve added in the warnings so i fixed it! please always reach out to me whenever i’ve made a mistake! it’s always embarrassing when i make mistakes but i like to go by the quote that “mistakes are meant to be learned from.” i love you so much, anon, thank you for reaching out to me! i am so very sorry that i made you uncomfortable, i really didn’t intend to! 🩷

#ash talks #nct smut #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #anon #kpop imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun smut #jaehyun masterlist #jung jaehyun imagines #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #mark lee #nct mark

[twistedwonderlandthoughts]

Yuu: HI GUYS👋 how are you all doing? Did you have fun while I was gone?

Ace: We were playing a game of cops and robbers, with the RSA students, but-

Deuce, lying on the floor, depressed: I'll never be a cop when I grow up. I'm gonna have to be a robber. I DON’T WANNA BE A ROBBER!!

Epel in a rage: WHY CANT I STEAL CORRECTLY!

Jack mumbling: Am I so stupid that I let these guys beat me? Have I let myself go?

Sebek in a corner: I have been beat by the weakest humans imaginable. I am not worth of Waka- sama. yoU PATHeTIC HUMaNS!!!!!! HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME LOSE IN THE NAME OF WAKA-SAMA??!??

Yuu: wtf-

#twst #twst incorrect quotes #twst yuu #twst sebek #twst ace #twst adeuce #twst deuce #twst epel #twst jack #twst first years #twst rsa

[harlowsbby]

Cops & Robbers

“Y/N are you sure this is going to work? You know Jack doesn’t fall for shit.” “Urban he’s been asleep all day I’m sure he’ll fall for this.” You grinned and handed Urban the face you had bought from party city earlier that morning.

Since it was April Fool’s you came up with the bright idea to prank Jack. As you were scrolling around on tiktok you came across a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by making him think somebody was breaking into the house.

Jack had just recently gotten home, he’s been traveling and performing around the world like crazy and he was grateful he was finally home.

Sunni had the camera ready and rolling while you helped Urban get ready himself. You bought a mask from party city along with black cargo pants and a black hoodie for him to wear. “Jack is totally going to shit his pants.” Sunni cackled.

“He’s going to be pissed is what he’s going to be.” You rolled your eyes at Urban and stood back making sure he wasn’t noticeable, the last thing you wanted was for Jack to recognize Urban because it would defeat the entire purpose.

“How is everything going to play out though? Do we just start making noise.” Sunni asked. “Actually I was just going to run into the room and shake him awake and be like somebody is breaking in you need to get up.” Sunni grinned and clapped his hands in excitement. “This is about to be the biggest April fool’s prank in the world.”

While Sunni and Urban sat downstairs you went upstairs to your shared bedroom with Jack, you opened the door slowly and creeped over to his sleeping form you almost felt guilty for what you were about to do but it needed to be done.

Placing your mini camera on the dresser and at a good angle to get everything you finally pressed record and went back over to the bed.

“Jack!! you need to wake up right now, Jack get up.” Shaking him he moved around a bit but wasn’t budgeting. “Jack!! Somebody is breaking in the house.” He groaned and turned back to look at you, the red sleep marks on his face made you laugh. “What’s going on? It’s ten in the morning baby I just wanna sleep.” He groaned and laid his head back on the pillow.

“Jack get up right now somebody is breaking in the house.” He quickly swung up when you said that. “In what house? I know somebody isn’t breaking into this house.” He tumbled back a bit from the sudden movement.

“You need to go down there and get him he’s still downstairs, I’m so scared Jack.” You faked cried and held onto his arm and his eyes widened. “You want me to get him? What am I going to do. I don’t even have any weapons or anything.”

Was he being serious right now for somebody who quote on quote claims he’d do anything for the ones he loves sure wasn’t about to do anything to save you. “Jack just go I’ll be right behind you the entire time.” He huffed but grabbed the baseball bat that was under the bed.

“I thought you didn’t have a weapon.” You whispered yelled. “I can’t tell you everything baby no shush and stay close.” You grabbed onto the back of his shirt and followed him out of the room but made sure you grabbed your camera.

As if on queue you heard the kitchen cabinets slamming downstairs which meant Urban was now in the kitchen. “I can’t do it fuck what if he has a gun?” Jack whispered, “Well I’m running I don’t know about you.” He smacked his lips. “Wow you’re so helpful aren’t you.” The sarcasm dripping from his voice.

As the two of you got closer to the kitchen you could clearly see Urban’s figure from the mirror that hung from the living room by the tv. “He’s in the fridge.” Jack took a deep breath before lifting the bat up and running into the kitchen.

“Put your hands up right now!” He yelled and Urban dropped the food and raised his hands. “Now.. now back up slowly towards me.” Jack stuttered, that’s when Sunni started recording from behind the curtain in the living room. Urban turned around slowly the creepy clown mask actually scared the living daylights out of Jack.

“Take off the mask.” Urban shook his head no. “Baby he isn’t taking off the mask.” Jack cried and stomped his foot. “Jack man up there is whole burglar right in front of us.”

“If you don’t take the mask off you’ll leave me with no choice but to hit you with this bat.” Jack went to raise the baseball bat like he was going to hit Urban and that’s when he quickly took the mask off.

“Urban?!” “Look Y/N came up with this bright idea to prank you and make it seem like someone was breaking into the house, I didn’t wanna do it but Sunni and Y/N made me and I’m sorry so pease don’t hit me with the baseball bat.” He rambled.

Sunni and You rolled your eyes at him. “Thanks a lot Urban you’re so scary I swear.” Sunni came from behind the curtains with the camera pointed at Jack. “Turn that shit off.” Sunni turned the camera off and gave you a high-five.

“It was actually fun pranking you especially since you get all scared.” Sunni joked and Jack pouted. “That isn’t funny and I’m not scary I was just scared for the safety of Y/N.”

“Oh is that right? Well thank you for attempting to protect me but I seriously think you need to take self-defense classes Jack.” He thought about it for a second but agreed with you. “Yeah I think you’re right but for right now I think I deserve a little treat since you woke me up.” He wiggled his eyebrows making you grin.

“And what did you have in mind?” “I think you know what I have in mind.” You giggled and ran up the stairs with Jack hot on your tail. “I think it’s best we go I really don’t wanna hear all of that.” Sunni nodded, “I agree I’ll just take the house key and lock the door.”

Your prank didn’t really go as planned but the entire night was spent making it up to Jack.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

[otemporanerys]

Childhood friends rewrite snippet 👀

I'm ill and you all have to be nice to me

Anyway, I've been working on a rewrite of Playing the Long Game off and on for a few months now, and it's a lot of fun!

this is a bit from what's going to be chapter 3, they're about 13 and Shepard is staying at Garrus's place for the first time (minor cw child abuse)

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It occurred to Garrus that it’d been a long time since he’d had a friend over, and she definitely wouldn’t want to play cops and robbers, which had been his go-to back on Palaven. “Do you wanna watch a vid, or…”

“I’m pretty beat, if that’s OK.” And yes, now that she mentioned it he could see the little dark circles under her eyes. When was the last time she’d gotten any rest?

“You take the bed,” he said, pulling a sheet down.

“Don’t be stupid,” she replied, as she peeled off her sweater. She had a thin little top on, one with shorter sleeves: her left wrist was purple and green. He was familiar enough with human bruising, having spent the last year or so tagging along with her, but she was fighting a lot less these days.

Garrus narrowed his eyes. “How’d you get that?”

“Oh,” she said, with too much casualness, “broke up a fight between two little kids before the caretakers could see.”

It was a lie. He could feel it in his gut.

She got under the sheets. “I mean it, you really could fit four of you in this thing.”

They were too old to be sharing a bed, but what was he going to say? Still, as he settled down next to her, he shoved a pillow between them, just for propriety’s sake. Once he’d gotten the barrier set up, he looked up and, spirits, there she was, her face just a few inches away from his. Garrus became very aware of his breath, how it was falling in sync with hers; his eyes flicked up to her smooth pale forehead, then down to her strange pink mouth.

“I wish you’d let me help you,” he said without thinking.

“There’s nothing you can do.” She was so resigned to it. She rolled away from him onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow. “Who’s that meant to be?” She was pointing at one of his posters.

“Tela Vasir,” Garrus told the back of her head. “She’s a –”

“Spectre,” Shepard sighed. She rolled back over to look at him, a small fond smile on her face. “You’re obsessed.”

Garrus shrugged. “No rules, get to do whatever you want your way. What’s not to like?”

Shepard squinted at him. “I guess.”

“Oh, don’t act like you’re better than me,” he teased. “I’ve seen that picture in your locker.”

Her cheeks went pink. “They’re N7s! They’re the best of the best!”

“Best of the best of the Alliance.” Garrus pointed at the poster. “The Spectres are the best in the whole galaxy.”

Shepard crossed her arms. “When I join the marines –”

“You wanna join the marines?” This was news to him.

“Beats bartending."

But she was so smart. “What about college?”

She pinched her fingers together and rubbed them. Garrus blinked, and she let out an exasperated sigh. “Credits. College costs credits.” She yawned. “I’d only have to do it for a few years. If I didn’t like it.”

He tried to imagine Shepard emerging over a hill, covered in armor and armed to the teeth. Terrifyingly plausible. “So one day you’ll be an N7, and I’ll be a Spectre.”

Shepard’s eyes settled closed. “It’ll be just like one of your dumb books.”

Garrus felt himself smile. “They don’t write about humans in my books.”

“Not yet.” She rolled onto her back. “Goodnight.” A soft pang of longing clenched his chest, then he shifted so he didn’t stare at her like a freak.

#my fic #wip #childhood friends

[shiftingconfessions]

You know games like hide n seek , airsoft/paint ball, oh and cops and robbers(idk how to translate that please excuse me) Honestly I didn’t really play these games a lot, or even hang around people that did, so I wanna experience that in my DR!!

sometimes some of the people just stopped playing and began doing their own thing and I left like a dummy still hiding and then felt awful afterwards. (i hope thats not just me lmaoo)

But there we are GROWN ADULTS taking this SERIOUSLY. It’s every man for himself.

You know what type of vibe I wanna have to my matches ?? -,,May the universe have mercy on you when i am in your proximity. “

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#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #desired reality #shifting community #shifting

[squiderdoodle]

Commission for @nicecarito of Lungo and Doppio from her webcomic "Rooibos Lifes" Wanna play "Cops and Robbers" with the twins? >w>

#pinup #commission #illustration #muscle #cops #robbers #bunny #bunny suit #men #fishnets #tw guns #tw knives #rooibos lifes #lungo #doppio #twins

[necr0mvtt]

Do u wanna play cops and robbers with me

Maybe!! :3

[coreytasticc]

[artsy-hobbitses]

(What ifs)

Magnus leaves Verity with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker for baby sitting.

Big brothers lil sister vibes

Magnus disregarding the NEON WARNING SIGNS on how bad an idea this could be, because Sideswipe after five minutes is like "So you like swords?" "Yes!" "Have you used one before?" "No..." "Do you wanna?" "YEAAAHHH!!!"

And Sunstreaker just does a impromptu "Take Your Brat To Work Day" by slapping a fedora on her and getting her to do lookout work for him while he runs some shadier supply runs because that McDonalds is gonna cost in this economy, kiddo, here's a fun way to earn that Happy Meal.

And she's having the goddamn TIME OF HER LIFE swinging around weapons and playing literal cops and robbers, and when Magnus comes back aghast, they're like "IN OUR DEFENSE YOU GAVE US NOTHING TO WORK WITH HERE???"

(Verity demands to be babysat by them from there on)

#inbox #save for later

[melsie-sims2]

"Do you wanna play cops and robbers with me? I heard it's a really fun game!" Shen suggested to Hazel.

"Nah, I don't feel like it," Hazel shrugged.

Shen thought about it for a moment. "What about Mary Mack?" he asked.

Again, Hazel was not having any of it.

"Why'd you come over then if you're not gonna play anything?" Shen asked. "Come on! I've got one less playful point than you do."

Maybe he should just go do his homework instead... that actually sounded a lot more fun to him than stupid games anyway...

#sims 2 #ts2 #sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 bacc #bacc: windy valley #rotation 3 #shen lindquist #hazel carpenter #yue lindquist

[e-adlirez]

Just wondering but aside from geronimo/thea sisters, what other fandoms you have been into? I seen that you are into pokemon and demon slayer

Not a lot honestly, haha ^ ^

Geronimo and Thea Stilton is really my homebase, but for other things that interest me hmmmm

As you saw I'm into Pokemon and Demon Slayer, demonslayedher is feeding quality Demon Slayer content on Tumblr for me rn

I'm into Pokemon, but I'm not really a gaming fanatic about it. I'm more of a fandom osmosis type of person because of financial reasons. The only Pokemon games I've played are Ruby, Emerald, and Platinum, and Platinum wasn't a legit copy (it was a computer ROM), and I played it recently so uh yeah. My first Platinum run was a Nuzlocke so that's fun :D Maybe I can talk about that sometime :D

Lil' extra part of the Pokemon thing, the Nuzlocke and VGC corners of the fandom are the ones I currently visit frequently

I've been keeping up with the BNHA manga's recent chapters lately, not because I'm a crazy BNHA fan, but because I'm kinda curious about how that's going down. I could care less about the flaws in the manga at this point, I jus wanna see how all that's gonna go down :3

I used to be in the FNaF fandom during its prime, but I kinda stopped keeping track of it as a whole since UCN and FNaF VR. Recently took a peek at some Security Breach stuff and all I gotta say is Glamrock Freddy is best dad

I was also in the BATIM fandom back in the day, but if I remember correctly I fell out of it gradually after the chapter with uh good Alice and mech hand Boris, I forgor their names haha

Minecraft I guess is my most consistent fandom because I'd been in it since the old Minecraft parody days. Really loved the Cops and Robbers stuff from that time, the Minecraft parodies, DanTDM's Minecraft era, Hermitcraft 6, and now Cobblemon (the new Minecraft Pokemon mod). I'm jus vibin, hanging around in the community

I got into the Technoblade fandom either in the aftermath of SAD-ist's Hog Hunt or the aftermath of the Dream vs Technoblade battle (memory's not great in that regard), and I stayed ever since. Kept up with some of his DSMP stuff and regularly watched his videos. Still do. Rest in power, my king.

The QSMP is something I'm passively keeping tabs on, mainly because my girl Jaiden Animations is there doing stuff. I myself am not watching the streams because my attention span just can't keep up with that, but I assure you, I do go into the q!jaiden tag on Tumblr every now and then to peep what's going on. QSMP people please I need help what happened to Jaiden please I miss her /j

Anyway those are all the fandoms I can remember being in, hope I sufficiently answered your question ^^

#questions with e #pokemon #fnaf #bnha #minecraft #technoblade #qsmp #q!jaiden

[stormblessed95]

Hi! It's me again 😙 this is my second time sending you a ask 🤭💜 what i wanna know is did you ever talked about run bts ep 12 i mean about jikook acting out a whole fanfiction in front of our eyes?! 😂🤭 if you have talked about it before can you post the link for me please? 🥺 hope you are having a great day! love you!

Hi!! Lol episode 12 is a trip. It's essentially throwing the members into a Cops & Robbers AU and Watching them all just flirt with each other the whole time to try and get out of trouble or otherwise 😭 the best part is rhat they did it on their own. Lol the way it's explicitly stated by the staff at the start of the episode that there is no script, its all just whatever they come up with as they play their assigned roles 😭🤣

I'd guess this was filmed sometime around the same time as the last episode for the school skits too. Either Decemeber 2016 or early January 2017. The Episode here to watch:

And the behinds for episode 12 here:

There IS SO MUCH worth talking about for every member and every duo basically in this skit. Lmao the run episode that gave way too much material to work with to fanfic writers. Lmao but I'm just going to focus on jikooks moments in the episode for this post.

JK playing the deceive and Jimin the criminal. Our first interaction comes when JK comes to take Jimin away. Lol and he does so quite aggressively. Pulling Jimin up by his collar to drag him away 🤣

When it's time for Jimins interrogation, After Jimin is acting annoying snd cute in the cell trying to get attention. Lol JK comes over to pull him out. Jimin was sitting with his legs through the bars. JK comes and slaps the inside of his thigh before Jimin climbs down. When the door opens, JK stops Jimin from running off, picks him up over his shoulder and slaps his ass. Lol and when he puts Jimin down they both kinda freeze and look at each other for a moment. Like perhaps they got a bit too into the roleplaying and like perhaps they had to remember what they were doing snd where they were before continuing on 😅🤣 both looked a little momentarily dazed there 🤭

JK interrogates Jimin for his crime of setting fire to ARMYs hearts, pulling out his am I charming photo as evidence. Lol Jimin tries to flirt his way out of trouble. Yoongi interrupts interrupts once but man the flirting just cannot stop! And I've already said they were all low key flirting with each other through this episode. But man, the VIBES were insane with jikook. Like it really seemed like they were flirting snd teasing for real and using this as a roleplaying excuse and everyone else was being a little more joking around with it 😅🙈😂 Eventually JK decides to make Jimin dance to Lie for him to reduce his sentence. Lol Jimin is CLEARLY embarrassed but does it anyway, even shooting JK some finger hearts.

For me though lmao it looks like he was just setting JKs heart on fire not just ARMYs 😅😍 Man looked entranced. His fake gun went a little loose in his grip. His hand went up to hold his heart. Lol and idk, did Jungkook even blink?? He enjoyed the show. Clearly.

They end up switching places, Jimin hit JK over the head with a book in a joking manner and totally flustered himself 😂🤣 immediately getting back up and giving up on being the detective. Lmfao the flirty vibes in their whole section is intense! At the end they show an alternate sketch to where jikook have a dance battle and then both get put into jail. 😭🤣 the fall of the detective. Lmao of which Jimin ends up escaping and leaving Jungkook in jail alone!

In the behinds we get even more goodness. Lol we see Jimin flirty calling from his cell for the detective. Truly just embracing his role 😭🤣 "detective, I'm bored. Come play with me!" "Detective, bring me food!" Lol it's the tone of voice for me! Not playing is interchangeable with hanging out, it's doesn't always have the sexual connotations it does for adults in english. But the flirty tone is flirty either way.

And we also see JK working out. Doing pushup and squats. When the camera Pans out after namjin go by before he starts squatting, we see Jimin was in the cell that whole time. Sitting in between the bars, just enjoying watching JK workout. Really just enjoying the show. Lmao I think it was a good episode for them both honestly 🤣

Like I said.... just quite the episode. The flirtatious were dialed all the way up 🤣 I still can't believe JK spanked his ass like that. I don't think they could believe right away either lmao

Thanks for the ask!! Such a good and yet weird episode. Lmao I love it

#jikook #kookmin #jikook in 2017 #jikook in 2016 #jikook run episode 12 #jikook run episode 12 behinds #jikook police station #jikook flirting