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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 1 year

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for the 'why wouldn't date them'

charles, hawkeye, trapper

and i think you might be into twin peaks? if so, dale cooper and donna hayward

whichever ones you want to do :)

Ahhhhhh omg thank you for all of these I want to do them ALL but let's go backwards.

Donna Hayward

Ok so the thing is I AM into Twin Peaks but it's been a while since I've seen it and I tried to watch The Return but I was too stupit to understand much less enjoy it :( sowwy. So I would be dating my own flawed incomplete interpretation of a person, really. Typical Twin Peaks.

Anyways I love Donna! I think we have similar personalities and stuff. In all brutal honesty I think if I were in her situation with a friend like Laura I’d have done similar things. Also yeah maybe her actions did lead a man to suicide but that was NOT her fault. I think the only three things that would prevent an attempt at a relationship here are

1) The obvious. Her taste in men = atrocious. In all the rest of these hypotheticals where the character is already canonically in a relationship or has feelings for another character I’m just like yeah the more the merrier but if Donna insists on inviting her insufferable ass boyfriend into the mix I could NOT fucking do it I’m sorry.

2) This girl is not ready for a relationship yet after All That god damn. But then again neither am I so maybe that balances out. We would need to spend some time as support group buddies just hugging and crying a lot before even considering a date.

3) It is unlikely we would ever interact as I am never setting foot in that town ever in my life are you kidding me. Donna is super pretty in both her incarnations but I’m sorry I don’t think any pussy pops severely enough for me to risk going to fucking doorknob hell or some shit.

Dale Cooper

Ignore everything I said in that last paragraph. I change my mind. I forgot my beautiful autism creature husband is here. I would risk it all for a date with Dale Cooper and so would all who know and perceive the truth. AND he’s got two hot girlfriends with him at least one of whom is ALSO an autism creature??? Sign me the FUCK up for this polycule IMMEDIATELY. “Oh but OP what about the horrors” I don’t even fucking care it’s fine. Dale can have little an evil doppelganger. As a treat.

Still there are some problems:

1) Dale is an FBI agent and Harry is a cop. Booooooo!!!! But maybe if Annie and Caroline and I unionize we can force them to quit their jobs.

2) Unclear if I would be forced to join the Black Lodge Horror Vision Rotation along with Annie and Caroline. Boring and time consuming task and unlike Laura you don’t even get to do a Big Scream.

3) I personally actually don’t like pie or coffee at all :( I’m sorry babygirl I understand if this is a deal breaker.

Trapper McIntyre

You know that “golden retriever boyfriend” joke? Trapper is like THE golden retriever boyfriend to me. Which I mean as an absolute compliment! Golden retrievers are friendly, helpful, adorable, lovable dogs. I am always up to pet a golden retriever.

But the thing is, I would never get one myself. They’re just a bit too big, bit too much energy, bit too messy, and anyways I prefer cats. No hate, no judgment, just a series of tiny preferences. Not into jocks, not into casual no-strings-attached type relationships, not super into kids, you know how it is. Boring and petty answer but I just feel like this adorable happy-go-lucky goldie deserves the PERFECT forever home and obviously he’s one of the most popular of all the dogs at the Mashblr shelter so I know he’ll get adopted super fast. So I can turn my attention to the miserable ass overbred old cat in the corner <3

Hawkeye Pierce

Oh, Hawkeye. I just don’t think so. Idk what’s wrong with me but I have to work to see Hawkeye as like. A dateable entity in my mind. He’s our little scrunkly! It’d be weird to date a scrunkly. BUT maybe I’ve just been overexposed to him purely by dint of being in the fandom he’s the main character of, because objectively I DO find Mr. Alda’s portrayal of him in certain scenes to be Attractive (TM), and seeing clips of his charisma and charm and humor and all that good handsome stuff is literally what got me to check out the show in the first place! Man. What happened. Hmm.

I think one issue is that scenes where he’s explicitly trying to be Romantic and/or Seductive have just never done it for me. Like comparing Hawkeye’s lovey scenes with Kyung Soon to Charles’ with Martine, there’s no contest in how they make me feel. To me, Hawkeye is honestly at his most appealing when he’s radiating Friend Energy, which is why his casual relationships actually work really well IMO; you feel like he’s truly a great pal to the nurses he hooks up with. This is also, I think, one of Piercintyre’s great strengths as a ship, because Hawkeye and Trapper both have amazing Friend Energy and then their natural compatibility makes that bleed seamlessly into sweet romantic vibes. And to be clear I would LOVE to be in a Friends To Lovers relationship too but unfortunately I am cringely obsessed with loveydovey romance in a way I’m not sure Hawkeye is even capable of. Plus there’s also just the fact that I’m a shy waiting til marriage person and I suck at banter and yeah it’s just not working. In conclusion neither Hawkeye nor Trapper should date me they should date each other!! But we knew that :P

THAT CUNT

There are 10000000 reasons not to date Charles. But I will be doing it anyways ^_^ Peace and love on planet earth <3

Anyways I’m not bringing up his Problematicness as a reason here because I didn’t bring it up for anyone else and nobody noticed, so why should it be any different with him. Like no obviously I would not date this dumbfuck racist but I also would not date a guy who thinks it’s a funny prank to make a woman think she’s being sexually assaulted. I also for that matter would not date a guy who works with the dumbfuck racist and is like aw, ya know what, he’s not that bad really :) the second they have a chance to have a bonding moment. I guess I have decided to be a buzzkill about that forever now btw sorry :( oh well

But ok no real talk I would Not date Charles unless one very specific condition is met, which is that I have whatever magic stardust they sprinkled on his single-episode love interests before they put them in the story that made him be utterly besotted with them, because more than any other character on the show, it seems, the difference between Regular Charles and Charles In Love is so hysterically huge??? Like fuck. My dudes. We’ve done it. We found the one villain who actually does do a complete 180 and starts trying to act right as soon as a girl takes pity on him enough to look at him twice. (Disclaimer: I haven’t seen Ain’t Love Grand yet I’m sorryyyyyyyy) He’s so ~romantic~ and it’s like catnip to me unfortunately. :\ The total opposite of what I said about Hawkeye up there. Offers a girl his stupid little teacup and recites poetry at her. Unbelievable. Did anyone ever think about the fact that maybe I would like to be offered a teacup and recited poetry at. No. You all only think about yourselves.

Like even though objectively the way he nukes his relationship with Martine was hurtful to both of them, he’s so Tender the whole time it’s insane. She turned him into her pauvre petit miaou miaou overnight. I want that power so fucking bad I NEED that power so fucking bad. Say it with me everyone. I Could Fix Him. (”But OP Martine and Donna DIDN’T fix him he still left them both and never mentioned them again?” Yes but don’t worry they were just loosening the lid on his jar a little bit. I’ll get him open you’ll see. He’s gonna be soooo well trained when I’m done I’ll make him apologize to Maxwell and everything. He won’t even need the shock collar after a few weeks.)

But yeah if I have to like, try to appeal to him on my own it’s not fucking happening. I have no desire to hear the equivalent of a DOS deepfake hologram that has become evil due to being trained on text scraped from youtube comments tell me I’m ugly and stupid, which is exactly what would happen. Up til now I’ve sidestepped the issue that I do not think any of these people would give me the time of day (except Maxwell who would take pity on me probably because he is sososo Good) but I cannot ignore how much Charles just would Not like me. I don’t know how the selfshipper community does it they’re braver than any fucking US marine over there fr. Charles would look at me like I was a gross little bug on the ground and I can’t escape it. Oh well. Who needs him. Where’s your sister you dipshit I’m about to GET IT

#THANK YOU for this kind ask beloved mutual!! Sorry it got long and weird it's been a rough week and I'm afraid that may have bled through #to all these answers which I'm so irritated at myself for but I can't fix it OTL #Starky loves answering questions #majorbaby #I LOVE when people notice what fandoms I'm in it makes me so happy thank youuuu #anyways DOS leading romantic hero of all time but nobody ever let him fucking BE one. humanity deserves to be driven to extinction for this #wtf is ''You give the longest compliments I've ever heard'' ''Then let me be more succinct [adorable kiss]'' BITCH I'M GOING TO KILL YOU #WHAT IF I WANTED A LITTLE KISS HMM!!!!!!! WHAT THEN!!!!!!!#Anyways I used to get so sad knowing my favorite characters wouldn't like me. Cried alone in my room over it as a kid.#Now it's just like whatever. Join the club.#Anyways I LOVE how DOS' insanely amazing ability to sell those one-episode romances better than any other main cast member #inadvertently makes Charles seem uniquely susceptible to falling in love at first sight and being an embarrassing little hopeless romantic #which is an absolutely hysterical trait to give your rude brooding misanthropic antagonist #''I hate everyone in the world and they are all beneath me #except for this random girl I met yesterday who is Everything to me I love her SO much <3<3<3''#SEE. LITERALLY A GUY FROM AN X READER ''I CAN FIX HIM'' FIC.#Actually in my experience most X Reader types are fairly uninterested in fixing the him in question despite all the bad press they get #like at most they only care that the Him is nice to THEM and sometimes not even that #like I'm sure this is a phenomenon IRL but it's really not there much in the kinds of fanfiction #that everyone blames for causing said IRL phenomenon #I know this because I AM an I Can Fix Him person! And I'd be the one to find Fixing Him content if it existed!#for me it's only fun if there's fixing involved tbh. I don't want a Mafia Boss Wattpad BF that's not fun.#that's literally just a guy being mean to you. do we not get enough of that IRL. I want a little project!!!#these tags are one giant red flag for me as a person but you should have known I was unsalvageable the second I begged off a date with Trap #NOT the behavior of a mentally well person #mash

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tyrannuspitch · 9 months

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hate being reminded of how much i hate most 18th/19th century prose :(

#it's just so ugly to me i'm sorry :(#'and verily thereupon i did make haste to do my utmost to make a most expeditious pursuit-' SHUT UPPP #SAY 'RUN'. SAY THE WORD RUN LIKE A HUMAN BEING #WORDS BEING LONG IN AND OF ITSELF DOES NOT MAKE THEM EFFECTIVE OR BEAUTIFUL.#meandering galumphing misanthropic swill. if i told u which book i was talking about i wld be the most Cancelled man in all the land

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virgincels · 2 months

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ASKING FOR IT !

ft. og4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, smut, cheating (not on reader), ooc leon sorry, he’s mean, negging, misogyny, reference to past rape/non-con, unresolved trauma, suicidal thoughts duhhh, he calls reader ugly a lot, leon subs for his gf but doms reader, non-con to consensual sex, manipulation, some .. uh waterboarding? he dunks your head in water, opioid addiction but it’s minor LMFAOO

note. haii… um feedback whether it’s good or bad appreciated really forced myself to write this so im like ack. hating everything i write but! ignore typos :3 it’s not as fleshed out as i wanted .. soooo it reads pretty jolty but yah 😭 and the smut is like not. IDK I’m ugh not into it just couldn’t bring myself to extend stuff that I really wanted to develop n he’s ooc. BUT!! again ignore typos or I’ll cry n feedback/constructive criticism appreciated <3

Leon has a girlfriend. He can never hold down a girl, his ability to scare women away is preternatural, so it’s a big deal. And she’s fucking hot. Not like model hot, but pornstar hot. She’s got tits so firm they might as well be bulletproof. Bottle blonde with eyes that swallow up her whole face. Her stomach doesn’t crease when she sits. It’s the type of beauty that takes its form in slashes of red lace and nylon. Not many women are out of his league, but she is.

They have hot sex like attractive people tend to do, and it goes something along the lines of this.

He goes:

Is that dick good, baby? You like it? Right there, baby?

And she goes:

Fuck, yes, baby! Harder, deeper— Oh, right there!

And then she doesn’t cum.

So there’s that, but he’s working on it.

Leon doesn’t take well to tips on how to fuck. Reading advice columns in the Men’s Health magazine leaves a funny taste in his mouth. It might be the blood from the castrated image of his masculinity. Who knows.

He struggles with that sort of thing. A nice face does nothing for a man who doesn’t actually like anything about himself. Leon’s still that wimpy self-hating loser he was all those years ago. In all fairness to God, there are a few added tweaks here and there. Some bug fixes. Now he’s drunk and shallow too! Misanthropic when he’s at his very best.

As a kid, mom told Leon to be a nice boy so he was a nice boy. Not because he was ever a particularly nice boy, but for her sake. So instead of acting out he would go and crush ants beneath his thumb in the front yard because there is this mean part of Leon that splinters inside of him like cooked bones.

Life to Leon is being fucked into apologising for being alive so it’s no wonder he’s still harbouring the insecurities of a boy he isn't.

When he was eighteen it was by ugly old men who abhorred him for being the embodiment of whatever it was they were hiding from their wives. His legs looked nice thrown over a pair of big shoulders. They were so thin back then, model-type shit. All of those men mildly resembled his dad, but that’s something he wouldn’t quite like to crack down on yet. Leon’s being open enough as it is.

When he was twenty-one it was his headache of a first girlfriend. It was the bullet wound in his shoulder. When he was twenty-two it was being passed around boot camp like a dirty needle. When he was twenty-seven it was Luis who was nothing and everything in between. It was a picture book princess like Ashley. The scar on his shoulder. Stigmata. Glory Be. Whatever.

(And Jack, it was always Jack. Pale all over like a healed scar.)

What Leon is trying to get across, he’s not quite sure. Maybe that he's nice in theory and the reality is he’s a self-confessed charlatan of niceness. Or that he can’t fuck. He can’t fuck because he is deeply traumatised. Yeah. Maybe that’s what he’s trying to say. It’s an excuse, sure, doesn’t make it the truth though. Leon can’t fuck ‘cause he’s useless at most things that don’t include guns. He can’t fuck ‘cause he was unattractive as a teenager and that solidified the way he feels about himself now.

Leon’s got one thing going for him - he fingers her pussy till his fingers prune. Eats her out till he gets lockjaw.

“Oh, you’re so good at that,” she says, kissing his slicked-up lips.

Then her eyes flit to his hard dick and she gives him that strange half-smile. One that seems to say: Not with that. His dick. Obviously.

His shit is big enough, it’s long enough— It’s enough. And it’s pretty. Could put a bow on to make it real cute. Could manufacture a dildo inspired by it. So Leon cannot for the life of him wrap his head around her problem. It’s not his dicks fault her pussy is fucking broken. Her broken pussy doesn’t get to make his dick sad. Doesn’t get to lay devastating blows on his gone-with-the-wind ego.

Another thing is, her sister is an ugly bitch. That upsets Leon and his dick in tow. You’re a student, taking a break for some reason Leon has not bothered to fathom. He couldn’t care less. Go do it someplace else. In this house, you’re nothing more than a cockblock. Leon could forgive you for being a cockblock if you weren’t ugly. Or vice versa.

It would be okay if Leon wasn’t stuck at home with you for hours at a time. Work fucked up his back, so he’s staying here in his girlfriend’s apartment eating her food, running her taps, fucking her badly and shitting on her sister.

You’re sat on the other end of the table with a soggy bowl of cereal while he nurses a juice box like a real man. What do ugly little things like you think about anyway?

When Leon was ugly he thought about forcing his dick into the cute girl next door between his more regular thoughts of what to eat for dinner and whether he stocked up on toilet paper or not.

When he was ugly, his day was made simply by a pretty girl looking in his general direction. So Leon makes sure to look in yours. Y’know, to fuel your perverted wet dreams. Your rape fantasies. What freaks think about when they’re near hot guys. Well, it’s strange actually. You tend to totally ignore him. When the two of you make brief eye contact, you don’t flounder or duck or bow your head like you’re shy— You just move on with your life. That bothers him. Leon’s hot now. He’s not the type of man you just brush over like that. He’s the type you gawk at in broad daylight, he’s the sort of guy you see in soft porn magazines.

“Good morning,” his girlfriend greets, “have a good sleep, sweetie?” She bumps your hip when you stand up to hug her.

She’s wearing stockings today. Oh, he loves stockings. He loves pencil skirts. He loves— He loves office wear. He wants to be put over her lap and spanked raw perhaps.

“Yeah, it’d be nice if your boyfriend stopped moaning like a girl though.” It’s said into her ear, but Leon hears it.

“I’m going now, honey,” his girlfriend tells him.

Like a good boy, Leon stands to bid her goodbye. Her blouse is sheer, shows off her black bra and he eyes it with distaste.

“What’s wrong, Leon?”

He doesn’t speak. Just glares at her perfect set of tits like a baby weaned off milk.

“I can’t take them off,” she snorts.

Leon wishes she could. Hang ‘em up in the closet and pop them back on when it’s time to play. Tits are for the bedroom. Otherwise, they’re too much of a distraction. Instead, he settles on slipping his hand up her skirt to check if she’s wearing panties. (There’s no panty line showing through her pencil skirt and that’s always a bad sign.) She shoos him away.

So Leon leans in for a kiss, and she says, “Nuh-uh, honey, you’ll ruin my makeup.” Then she gives in ‘cause Leon can be kinda cute when he tries hard enough. “Just one, okay?”

“Yeah.” Leon nods. Her kisses are analgesic. Which is unfortunate considering he has an opioid addiction. Almost an addiction.

“One,” she counts, Leon kisses her again, “two, three, four.”

She’s teasing him now.

“Okay, well, keep an eye on her, Leon.”

“I’m not twelve,” you say, exiting the kitchen to spare yourself the sight of him groping your older sister.

Yeah, and Leon’s not a bang nanny.

He wipes the red from his lips, takes his juice box from the table where you’re no longer and decides jerking off in the shower will make him feel better. Leon does. He finishes. Watches his seed wash down the drain and wonders if that was wasteful. A short intermission is taken, then he jerks off in front of her full-body mirror. His biceps flex and his abs tighten, and he looks fucking good.

Why isn’t she cumming? What’s wrong with her? Is she getting too old? Is menopause hitting already? She’s only thirty-something. It can’t be that, and she asked Leon to pick up tampons last week— Unless they were for you.

Nobody in this house tells Leon anything. Another shower is what he needs. No, he needs a smoke. Leon doesn’t smoke. He does the next best thing, rests idly against the railings of her balcony, observing the ballet of D.C. life. Man, he could throw himself over right now. Splat against the asphalt and that would be it. It’d all be over. Hauling his weight over would be no problem. Catastrophizing to pass the time. Men used to do this for a living in Ancient Greece. What happened to philosophising? Leon could be a philosopher, all they did was spout nonsense and he is good at that. Not at fucking, however.

Beer. Yeah. Beer. That’s what he needs. Leon ransacks the fridge to no avail. Health-conscious living is the reason for misery, he believes. See, very insightful, modern-day Socrates right here. Lean proteins, vegan substitutes, low-fat yoghurt— It’s so girly it makes him sick.

“She’s still on a health kick,” you say from behind him, “I thought it was a New Years thing, but she’s still, like, super into it.”

Why are you talking to him? Leon blinks at you owlishly. “Right,” he says.

You give him a funny look, turning back to the counter to use the coffee machine. Don’t you want him? You’re not shy. Why aren’t you shy? Shouldn’t you be shy? Ugly Leon was mute around girls whether they were short, fat, ugly or pretty. Shit, he is clucking for a beer.

“There's Chardonnay under the sink.” Well, that’s unhelpful.

“Yeah, I don’t- I don’t drink that.” He would like to finish his sentence off with ‘girly shit’ but you seem like the type to find that offensive.

“Figured.” The coffee machine whirs. A lobotomised silence ensues. “Good talk.”

You’re so ugly you’re asking for it. Perfect subject for the ‘I can’t make my girlfriend cum, is her pussy broken?’ experiment. Ugly girls don’t count as a fuck, right? Not when they’re sent to the very back of your mind after said fuck. He wonders how many girls counted the uglier him as an official lay.

You’re on your tummy reading a book. The Beautiful and Damned. Leon had no idea they wrote a book about him. The door creaking exposes his creeping against his will.

“Do you need something?” you ask without batting an eye.

The swell of your ass is nice. “Uh, yeah, I do.”

Rolling over and sitting up to face him, you tilt your head to the side. “Go on.”

“I want to have sex with you.” Woah. Okay. That’s a genie he can’t put back in the bottle. Fuck, why does he do this stupid shit? Leon should just kill himself. All roads lead to suicide. Every sign points towards suicide and he is still holding on for dear life.

Think about Sherry. Sherry won’t care, kids hit sixteen and don’t give a fuck about much, he reasons with the voice in his head. How about Claire? Oh, she’ll think good fucking riddance. Redfield? No way. You are truly out of options, Kennedy.

“I’m sorry?”

Oh, god no, Leon’s the one that should be sorry. “You heard me.” The apology comes out incredibly wrong. “I’m helping you out.”

“Helping me out with what? I’m sorry, Leon, I didn’t… I didn’t think I— I don’t know what made you think I wanted this from you, but I don’t like you—“

You don’t like him? Why not? He’d like a list of reasons with a page-long explanation. What’s not to like? The hair. It’s the hair. Blond is too girly. That’s what it is.

“—I mean, you’re with my sister, did you really think I would say yes? I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused, where is this coming from? Gosh, I really… I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m helping you out,” Leon repeats, using his hands to gesture at your face, at your body. “No one else is gonna do it.” This apology has gone way out of bounds. A simple sorry would have sufficed.

“What..?” Something doleful crosses your face, then it twists unpleasantly. “You think I want to have sex with you… ‘cause I’m not cute? Like, you think I’m…”

Ugly, yes. He does. Only a little. Can you turn over? He wants to make you cum. “You’re a virgin, yeah?”

“Oh my god, there’s, like, something wrong with you!” You stand to your full height in a pitiful attempt to appear frightening. That face is enough to scare a man away already. “Get out— And I am so telling her when she gets back home, I told her I didn’t like you, I told her and now you just-“

Leon grabs you by the jaw, squeezes you so tight it clicks. “Okay, sweetheart, here’s how this is going to go,” he starts, taking both your wrists in a single hand, “we’re going to start over, and you’re going to be a good little girl and apologise to me like you really mean it.”

“Apologise for what?” It comes out muffled through your forced pout so he chooses to ignore you.

“I don’t know what you fuckin’ said.” Leon should just end it here, he should let go of you and check into the nearest asylum. He’s hot. Leon is box blond. He’s tall enough to dwarf most girls. His face is nice. His body is nicer. So he doesn’t know what his problem is. Once pinned down, you shrink away from him, expression so sour your skin looks ready to melt off your skull.

And then he fucks you till you stop screaming. He leaves you in a withered heap, heads back to his room to take a well-deserved nap, hides his face in the pillows. They smell like her. He should think about killing himself some more. That gun looks awfully shiny. Nth time could be the charm.

She gets home in the evening, drops her bag on the floor to alert him of her entrance.

“I missed you.” Leon noses at her neck.

“You were sleeping.” She ruffles his hair like he’s a child.

“I still missed you.”

“Even when you’re sleeping?”

In the least creepy way possible, he wants to wear her skin as a suit, and she thinks his body doesn’t yearn for her at every sleeping second?

“The most when I’m sleeping, have bad dreams without you,” Leon mumbles groggily.

“How cute,” she muses, “good day?”

“Great day.” Leon nods. “Real productive.”

“Oh yeah? What’d you get up to?” A singular red nail strokes along his spine.

“Thought about you,” he answers, leaving out the part where he spent half of his time jerking off. Oh, and the part where he fucked her sister into submission. He raped you. He did. Leon doesn’t like that word. Far too harsh.

“Now, don’t push it, mister.” When she smiles there’s a lack of wrinkles— Not even smile lines, it’s artificial almost.

Leon’s good at pushing buttons. He should get paid for it. “It’s true, if you said jump I’d ask how high.”

“You’re so funny, Leon.” She kisses his head and laughs all prim and proper.

“Serious, babe, I’m super partial to jumping,” he says to hear her laugh again. He’s more partial to suicide. It’s great. A one-way ticket off of God’s green inferno. Who would he even be without suicide ideation?

“Alright, but I’d like you all in one piece.” She kisses his cheek. “No jumping, okay, honey?” She kisses his neck and his collarbones and his Adam’s apple and he’s unable to breathe.

“Okay,” Leon says. He gets it now. She’s mommying him. Maybe this is what Leon needs. To play house. A daddy to fuck his throat and a mommy to sit on his dick and tell him that he’s a good boy and he’s needed and he won’t have to think if he has a mommy and daddy to do that for him.

Can he backtrack on the rape thing? Trust Leon to take a good thing and ruin it in the worst way possible. If he kissed you he could’ve wormed his way out of it. Told her it was the medication he’s on, that he had a mental breakdown, a midlife crisis.

At dinner, your silence slips under the radar like cumstains on motel bedsheets. You pick at your food, and when Leon’s knee brushes yours under the table, you excuse yourself. Sometimes he thinks that he is a bad person, this can be backed up by many things. Violating you might outweigh saving the world.

In bed, he thinks about changing, about calling his therapist in the morning, he might take a leap off that balcony, cleaning up his act sounds terribly hard. Leon does this all with his head tucked into the hollow of his girlfriend’s neck. The thinking has killed his boner and now he can’t get it up. So he pretends to fall asleep. It’s an unconvincing performance ‘cause the moment she swipes a hand over his ass he lets out a disgruntled noise. Leon clenches so quickly his stomach caves in.

“You don’t like that, honey?”

He shakes his head, overgrown bangs falling in his eyes. Leon has a nice ass. It’s no wonder she wants to touch it, leg presses have done him wonders, but still, it’s off-limits. She can’t sweet talk her way into this anytime soon.

“Why, Leon?” She’s cupping his ass like he’s a girl. Leon’s not a girl. “You’d look so cute.”

“No,” he whines, and it sounds kind of sexy. He gets it. He can see the appeal.

“I think you just need some encouragement, baby.” She’s taking him apart like a gun. Folding him like laundry. Milks his prostate so well he sleeps like a baby. Not even a shadow of an orgasm to be seen from her side.

She leaves early the next morning and he’s left alone to ruminate. What he finds out today is that you’re pretty diligent at sucking dick when forced.

Leon thinks he would like to break you in a way that only he can fix.

He pushes your head down on his dick till your lips are stretched so far they split at the corners, you gag wetly each time the fat tip knocks the back of your throat, heavy balls slapping against your chin.

“Aww, look at you,” Leon coos, “little girl taking big things.”

Fat tears well in your eyes, a faint tremor betrays your effort to hold them back, a single blink and they roll down your cheeks like dewdrops. It might be the dick lodged in your throat, pulsing under your tongue— Yeah, no, it’s his dick in your mouth. That’s why you're upset. No other reason for it. Leon finds you a little ungrateful. A lot of women would pay for this, to drain his balls. Hell, your sister loves to do it.

“One at a time, sweetheart,” he says as he guides you to his balls, “can’t have you choking, can we?” You look up at him blankly. Leon thought he was funny and that’s all that matters. “Go on, spit on ‘em, get me nice and wet.” The drool pooling beneath your tongue drizzles his balls in clear strings, his drippy tip bumps the bridge of your nose, rests comfy on your brow ridge.

You’re struggling real bad. He’ll take it as a compliment. The thing is, you refuse to just lick them, pulling off each ball with a wet pop! and a dry cough. Leon starts to zone out so he shoves you off and quite pathetically, you fall flat on your back.

“You didn’t shave,” Leon notes in distaste, he was going to do you a favour too.

“No— Not for you.” You squirm like a fish on the docks when he hovers over you.

“Not for me, right.”

“Anyone but you.”

“You're not gonna do it for anyone, sweetheart, know why?” Leon clicks his tongue when you dodge his kiss, twisting your neck to keep a distance.

“Why?”

“No one else wants you,” he states, “you’re lucky that I want you.”

“Well, that’s not true.” You’re stubborn amongst all your other undesirable traits.

Leon scoffs. “What, so you ever had a boyfriend?” He runs his index finger along your slit. Bone dry. Serious? He assumes you’re still sore from yesterday.

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

“Don’t get mad at me, honey, I’m just helping you out.” Leon spits on your pussy, then on his thick cock for good measure, jerks his shaft and presses a thumb to his tip to guide it into you. Your lips fold inwards around him as he breaches your tiny hole. There’s too much resistance for it to be a smooth sailing journey, and you’re new to cock, cunt pushing him out as your body tenses. “I’m being nice to you, so you should say thank you.”

“Oh, god,” you mutter, brows knit in what might be pain or pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s what you’re calling me now?” The look you give him is priceless, small hands settling on his chest as you push at him weakly. “No, baby, you don’t get to do that.” Leon bottoms out, he rolls his hips forward to grind the head of his dick into your cervix, the fleshly opening moulds to his tip and you cry out. He can never tell if you’re enjoying it.

Leon sticks his fingers in your mouth to coat them in spit, you retch and he rubs figure eights on your clit, only then does your cunt loosen up its hold on him. It’s a quick process, the quicker he rubs you raw, the wetter you get, biting down on your tongue to keep quiet, but low groans slip past your cracked lips.

“Oh, there we go, baby, that’s it,” Leon coos, his cock slicked up by your wet pussy, sliding in and out with ease. His hips snap forward, forcing himself deeper into your messy little pussy, so wet you’re dripping down his balls, wetness stuck to your inner thighs.

“Fuck— I can’t, I can’t do it, ‘s too big,” you whimper, a hand slipping between your bodies to lay on your stomach. What you don’t understand is that he is big, yeah, but your pussy just needs to be broken in. Like a new pair of shoes.

“You’re doing it, baby,” Leon says, ‘cause you are doing it. You’re taking it. Body going rigid with each brutal thrust into your sopping wet hole. Whether you can take it or not isn’t for you to decide anyway. “I’m going to stuff your little pussy full,” he tells you.

“No,” you choke out, scratching at his chest, nails too blunt to do any sort of damage. Thank fuck. His girlfriend would go nuts.

It’s a satisfying victory, he covers your mouth to concentrate all his energy into this creampie, fills you to the brim, seed thick enough to stick to your insides. The original aim of his ‘experiment’ is forgotten, Leon doesn’t care if you cum or cry or pass out on his dick.

“I’m tellin’ her when she comes home.” Your threat is weak. He feared the consequences of yesterday, but you said nothing.

“You’re not telling her, you like me too much,” Leon decides, “I know you do, baby.”

“I don’t like you at all.” Your bottom lip trembles, fists balled up by your sides. The contempt only turns him on.

“No, but I think you know I’m right, don’t you?” No one else wants you, and you know that. Leon knows you know that. He’s the only one that is ever going to fuck you.

“Right about what? You’re a fucking psycho— I could get you locked up, I should get you locked up.”

“You should, so what're you waiting for?” If you did report him, Leon would just kill himself, going to prison sounds like a bore. “I think, sweetheart, that secretly, you really like it when I rape you.”

And your silence proves him right.

That report never comes. Duh. You love his dick. You like being roughed up. You know you’re deserving of it. Jesus Christ, Leon needs to call his shrink. Honestly, being around you is hard. It’s like his guilty conscience has developed a human body, shambling around the apartment in the shape of a malformed ghost girl, reminding him of the shit he’s said and done to you. You’re spinning in his necrosed brain like one of those music box ballerinas.

“Leon, be a doll and do me up,” his girlfriend is facing away from him, the smooth skin of her back and shoulders bared to him.

Leon only hears the ‘do me’ part, kissing the nape of her neck, reaching round to grab at her fat tits. “I love you…”

“I love you too, baby, but what do you think you’re doing?”

Leon makes a motion with his fingers, she sees it in the mirror.

“What is that, sign language?”

“No, I want to finger you.”

“Oh, well, that’s lovely, baby, but it’s not the time for that. I asked you to zip me up, Leon.” He zips her up while wondering how she can be so unaffected by him being so stupid.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” You knock on the door, you keep hiding your face from him today. His girlfriend said it’s ‘cause you have makeup on. Apparently that changes things. It’s sort of cute. Like, are you shy? You should be shy.

“Oh, no one likes cliffhangers, honey,” she says, forcing you to swap out some open-toe sandals for a pair of her heels. “Okay, Leon, I’ve left your dinner in the fridge, yes?”

Yes, mommy. “Yeah, babe.”

“And there’s snacks in the cupboard now, oh, and don’t use the tap water, it tastes strange so I stocked up— Leon, will you stop doing that with your jaw?”

Sorry, mommy. “Sorry, babe.”

“He’s totally fucking gurning,” you inform her in a way that screams playground snitch. He’ll choke you out for that.

“Gurning, what’s that?” His girlfriend asks cluelessly. This bitch is in her early thirties, Leon has no idea why she acts fifty. Whatever, it’s hot, he gets a girl with all the traits of an older lady without the sagging.

“Like, y’know, ‘cause he’s on meds.” What a little shit. Is this you getting back at him? Some petty fucking act of revenge? Getting his medication taken away from him by his health freak girlfriend?

“Medication? I didn’t know about this, Leon.” She looks at him like he’s killed her mother. Or raped her sister. If only she knew.

“Yeah, for my back, my back hurts, babe— Th-That’s why I’m on leave. My back hurts.” What a compelling act. Totally not a dude that’s two minutes away from injecting black tar heroin.

“Who prescribed them, a doctor or a vet?” You cock your head to the side. Fine. You fucking got him.

“Same thing.” Leon shrugs.

She makes him empty the bedside desk of pills. “Leon, good boys don’t do this. We don’t take drugs in this household, let me take them off your hands.”

“They’re- Babe, they’re not drugs, they’re for my back— I hurt my back.” Granted, his back stopped aching a few days back, he’s just taking advantage of the break. Also, he’s not a child.

“Your back, honey, I know it hurts.” She waves him off. “We can fix it, huh? I can book you in for acupuncture or cupping— Oh, what about a chiropractor?”

“Fine,” Leon says, voice cracking, watching in devastation as she takes his pills in a black garbage bag.

“Bye, Leon, see you later, honey.” She blows him a kiss and he catches it. He has to catch it.

“Yeah, bye, Leon!” You wave at him, looking happier than you have in days.

The door opens an hour later and Leon takes his hand out of his pants. You stand in front of him with red eyes and messy makeup. Leon, being the gentleman he is, takes you into his arms and rubs your back to soothe you as he tells you, more than a little cruel, I fucking told you so.

At least now you know that some guys aren’t as nice as Leon. Some men will spit in your face without considering how tight your pussy is, they won’t even think about how good your tits look in that push-up bra. See? That’s what the real world is like.

The bath fills as he bends you over the sofa. You’re prettier from behind, dress hiked up, soaked panties around your ankles. His hand smooths down the front of your stomach to cup your puffy cunt, prodding at your swollen clit. You shaved. Funny. Thought you were going to get a dick that wasn’t his.

Leon kneels, he spreads your ass cheeks to lick into your pussy from behind, tongue lapping up the beads of arousal that dribble down the seam of your cunt like sticky honey. He laps at your hole and you arch your back to push into him, his tongue fucking your pussy so well, sloppy sounds fill his ears.

“Been wanting to do this,” Leon says into your cunt, tongue making its way back up the centrefold of your fat pussy, he blows spit bubbles on your clit and then he nips at it until you cry out, startled by the jolt of pain. His dick kicks in his sweats. You taste good to make up for that face of yours.

You cream in his mouth so sweetly, toes curling against the wooden floor. Leon wipes his mouth on his forearm, then he wraps it around your neck, pulling your body flush to his. In his chest, his heart flutters when you press a delicate kiss to his bicep. He feels it and you can’t unfeel that.

“I’m sorry, Leon,” you get out through shaky moans as he sandwiches his shaft between your chubby pussy lips, bumping the tip into your clit as his hips move back and forth. “I’m sorry… Didn’t know-“

“It’s okay, baby.” He kisses behind your ear. “It’s alright ‘cause you know now, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agree tearfully, tilting your head so it rests on his broad chest, he gives your pout some wet kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm, baby?” Leon nudges you with his nose.

Your idea of cleaning up might be far from what Leon’s is. He doesn’t think you were expecting something so extreme. But it’s for thinking you’re worth something— For thinking that anyone else would do as little as touch you. It’s to wash off that pitiful attempt at makeup.

He bends you in half over the tub. Your tits hang low enough to be squashed against the edge painfully as Leon dunks your head into lukewarm water. Holy shit. Tomorrow will be the day he overdoses. Why is he doing this?

A strangled noise passes your lips as he lets up, and you re-emerge, Leon wipes a hand over your face to rid you of the streaky mascara and sticky gloss.

“There we go, sweetheart, nice and clean.” He presses the tip into your leaking cunt, it catches on your hole, and you flail, water spilling over the edge, surface tension broken as it ripples.

Honest to god, Leon hasn’t fucked a pussy tighter than yours, and when he holds you beneath the surface? Man, you might deglove his dick. He works his cock into you, and when he’s balls deep in your sloppy cunt, Leon allows you to lift your head to which you pant and gasp and cough. All the shit a drowning person does when they’re tossed a lifesaver.

Your body sags, hanging limp with only Leon to hold you up as he roughly fucks in and out of your poor hole, heavy balls slapping against your skin.

“I love you, Leon,” you tell him, rubbing at your stinging nose with your fist, pussy tightening when he pinches your throbbing clit.

“Aw, do you, baby? You love me?” Leon laughs, the mean smile on his face hidden in your shoulder, “That’s so cute.” He rocks back and forth, shallow thrusts that are more for him than they are for you, rabbiting his dick into your squelching pussy until his balls pulse and his shaft twitches inside of you. “Real— Real fuckin’ cute,” he grits out as he buries himself to the hilt, shooting his load in your willing little pussy.

“I think so,” you whimper, thighs trembling as the knot in your stomach snaps and you coat his cock in your slick. Hey, his dick isn't a problem then.

Leon thinks about calling his shrink. The bad shit he does won’t fix itself like he wants. “Clean up,” he tells you, looking at the wet ground. The soaked rug. Your face.

“What… Leon, where are you going?” You use your palms to mop the excess water from your face. “Seriously, Leon? I just… I told you that…”

He has things to do - Leon’s going to call his shrink and very promptly throw himself over the balcony when she doesn’t answer his call.

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batsbolts-andfangs · 7 days

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Hello. This is my last post about any of the current infighting within the community, specifically involving misanthropy. This is more of a "where does Laura stand?" Post, not that you all need to see.

Being misanthropic is fine. It is a valid mindset and I somewhat understand that opinion. It is fine to not like humans, and I am sorry if any of my previous reblogs made it seem like I am pushing for a "love all humans" type thing. There are plenty of humans I hate but I do not consider myself a misanthropist.

However I cannot handle the violent mindset that some misanthropists have. I understand having that and keeping it to yourself, however it becomes triggering when it is outwards and not tagged properly, especially violent remarks about wanting to hurt and kill humans. I am not going to argue with those who have that mindset, I am simply going to block. You are entitled to feel that way, I cannot change your opinion, but it is something I personally would not like to be around. I don't want violent misanthropists on my blog because it is triggering to me, not because I adamantly disagree with your sentiment.

I don't quite understand the push to make everyone believe that being misanthropic is inherently bad. It isn't. Sometimes humans are every shitty creatures, however I personally look at it with nuance.

To add; yes this is about my reblog with the misanthropy post. I did not realize the individual sounded like they were pushing a "love all humans" mindset. I am incredibly tone deaf and I need others to understand such. I'd appreciate if you all stopped reblogging my response to that post. If you reblogged that addition I am asking you kindly to take it down.

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magicalink · 2 years

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NSFW Dream: First time with Scaramouche on his desk in a cyberpunk AU!

So today was finally saturday and I took the chance to take a nap after lunch and was blessed with another NSFW Genshin dream!

This one was a little longer so instead of just writing a summary I'll try to write it down as a fic in second person so that you can enjoy it too!💜

Warning! Smut under cut!

cw: scara x f!reader smut, stepcest, Yae is your mom and is married to Ei, you all live in the same house in a cyberpunk city called Neo TokyoYork 3, sorry but I swear I even remember the name and yes it was this cringy ,you both are 18 and in the last year of hs, not proof read, first drabble, not much sense of plot bc it was a dream, sex on desk, sex in shower, unprotected sex, risk of pregnancy, breeding kink, Scara is referred as Kunikuzushi, Kuni is a turbo virgin discord mod not even his mom loves and has been horny for his stepsister since the beginning and just wants to fuck her already so he takes the first chance he has.

He was tired.

It was another gloomy afternoon in the busy Neo TokyoYork 3, the sky so polluted that the sun couldn't illuminate enough, so the streetlights were already on. Houses were rare in this huge metropoli filled with ridiculously tall buildings, but his mother was one of the richest bussinesswomen in the country, so they could afford the enormous mansion in which they lived.

He used to have a peaceful existence, until his mother decided to marry yours. Since you and her came to live in his house, his patience was starting to wear down. He was a nitpick and a misanthrope, but he didn't really have anything in particular against your mom. The problem, were you.

You were fucking unstandable. A little ray of sunshine, totally opposite from him. And so fucking compliant, always doing chores no one ever asked you for, making dinner and cleaning the whole house up and down. Fluttering all around the house with your fucking short-ass skirts, as if trying to provoke him. Yeah he was convinced you were fucking trying to tease him. To see how much more he could stand.

He was already going crazy. He found you hot since his mom introduced you to him. Now, having you living in his house, sleeping every night in a short and thinn nighdress just a thin wall away from him was driving him insane. He was breathing steam. He wanted to fuck your brains out.

And today you simply went too far.

Sweeping the floor of the livingroom while he was watching tv in the sofa was one thing. Clearing the table while he was finishing eating, leaning with your boobs near his face was another. He could even stand you crossing the corridor from the bathroom to your room with jusr a thin towel wrapped around your dripping body, coincidentally in the exact same moment he was getting out of his room.

But taking the chance of both your mothers being out to invade his room with the excuse of helping him cleaning it was crossing the fucking line. This was his territory. His virgin ratcave. Not even his fearsome mother could force him to clean his disaster. It was his to reign upon!

But here you were. You had pushed your way through his door despite all of his complaints and whines against it. Now you were inside with your annoying shining smile, feigning innocence as always, picking up clothes from the floor because it was so full of them you couldn't even sweep it.

You were touching all over his stuff, moving his precious things out of their places, dusting the shelves while your mini skirt swayed at the rythm of your arm.

"Y/N get the fuck out" he said with a rather calm voice, contrasting with his bitchy screams from earlier. He was breathing steam at this point, his full body sweating not only from the anger but also from the months worth of repressed lust he was holding back.

"Oh, come on Kuni, don't get mad, I'm just giving you a little hand. I'm just tidying up a bit" you chimed in a high pitched voice "You'll see that with a little bit of effort we can make this place look much better!"

Now you were messing with his desk. You pushed the screen and keyboard of his pc to the side, making his blood boil.

"Y/N I'm warning you" he panted, a big frown on his face, his eyes glued to your butt which was swinging in front of his face as you cleaned the desk, barely covered by your short skirt, hypnotizing him.

"Don't be a meanie" you said "You are always locked in this gloomy hole of yours. You don't even open the window!" You added, grabbing the curtain that was behind the desk.

"There's no point in opening the fucking window" he grunted between gritted teeth, getting angrier by the second "The sun is down already. And you can't even see it in this fucking disgusting city!"

"Poor Kuni, always pent up in this dark place, alone. Don't you get lonely in here, Kuni?" You asked him, still pawing over his belongings. You wished his answer was a yes. You wished that he asked you to stay there to keep him company.

"Y/N get out of my room" but that was his somber answer. He reached the door with his hand. But instead of opening it to push you back out through it, he closed it behind the two of you.

"You're so anti-social, Kuni..." you kept nagging him, still giving him your back, dusting his piles of videogame boxes, pretty aware of the sound of the door signaling that you were alone in that room. In the entire house.

"Y/N this is your last chance, get the fuck out" he sentenced. A naughty smile formed on your lips.

You knocked a metal pencil holder with your duster. It fell to the floor to the other side of the table, making a strident noise that made him rug his noise and a mess of school supplies all over the floor.

"Oops!" You said, leaving the duster aside "I'm sorry, I'll pick everything up" you giggled, and procceeded to bend over the desk, rising your butt high in front of him, to reach for the things that were on the ground.

Kuni's eye twitched. That was his last drop of patience. There was simply no way you weren't provoking him. You were simply begging for it.

So you were getting it.

But you didn't expect his virgin ass to be as straightforward as he was. He was always repressing it, but now he exploded and was willing to let everything out. You deserved it.

He strided with heavy feet in your direction and towered over you, who were resting with your stomach on the desk. Then, without any more warnings–he considered he had given you enough already–he simply lifted up your skirt with one merciless hand and yanked your pretty white panties down with the other.

"Kuni!" You exclaimed when you felt the cold air on your folds, completely surprised by such a display of boldness. You clearly had underestimated him.

A wide smile crept to his lips upon seeing your bare butt served to him like that. It was even prettier than he had imagined. He panted in anticipation and without wasting another second he pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It was hard as a rock and throbbing in desperation. He had been waiting for this moment for months and he wasn't waiting another second more, so he placed a hand on each of your buttcheeks and let out a chuckle. The desk had the perfect height.

Without a second thought, he spanked his dick all over your ass.

"Y/N stop acting this slutty already" he scolded, finally pushing inside of you with all the strength his thirsty body had "You already made me angry"

You gripped the other edge of the desk with both hands to be able to resist his thrusts without falling. Damn! You were expecting a reaction but definitely not this! You thought you had him in the palm of your hand and he took you completely by surprise! Maybe you had teased him too much? You never thought he could be this bold! It was better than expected, he made you so, so wet...

"Ah...!" A needy moan escaped your lips, and he chuckled again.

"Knew you were waiting for it" he said upon feeling how ready and dripping you were.

"You're so daring Kunii!" You even had the nerve of scolding him, while pushing yourself against his hips to be as stuck to him as possible, as if having him plunging through your guts wasn't enough proximity for you.

"You really have no shame, Y/N" he said, his hands kneading all over your butt, feasting on your beautiful body that he had been fantasizing with since the day he met you "I'm gonna fuck you until this disrespectful tendencies of yours get fixed"

The sound that emerged from your throat was more similar to a purr than to a moan, a high trill of bliss that meant that you were willing to do anything for him as long as he kept fucking you.

You didn't know if he was able to understand such an animal display. You only knew that he was finally fucking you after you had waited for what felt like an eternity for you, and you were savouring and enjoying every second of it. Every push, every thrust, every centimeter in and out.

The sound of skin slapping skin flooded the room, he was rutting inside of you with such passion that the desk was being shaken back and forth. It was like a dream come true. For the two of you.

You were moaning like a hentai protagonist just to show him just how happy you were of having him inside of you. To stimulate him even further. To let him know that you wanted more and more.

He had his bangs stuck to his face due to the sweat that was dripping down his forehead as he kept slamming inside of you.

It was even better than he expected. Than he dreamed you to be. Than he imagined while fucking his fist, locked up inside his lonely, gloomy room that you had lit with your lewd presence.

Having touched up all over your ass already, he started moving his hands up your body. Willing to give him anything he wanted, you quickly threw you shirt over your head so that he could explore every inch of your body he desired.

His hands traveled from your waist up to your back until cupping your breasts. Of course his virgin ass was unable to unclasp your bra. You panted. Yeah, that was the pathetic Kuni you were crazy for! You wanted more of him, so you lifted the bra over your head too, giving him free way to grope your boobs as much as he wanted.

He too started to pant over your back, your willingness making him crazy. He knew you were teasing him, but he never expected you to be as desperate for him as he was for you. He wasn't gonna waste a second of it.

"You were always provoking me from the beginning, weren't you?" He smiled, pawing your boobs with both hands, exploring them, getting to know them, completely sure that this was the beginning of a long relationship with them, discovering the nipples with the pads of his fingers. You moaned in response, eliciting another chuckle from his throat "You damn naughty girl...Gonna give you a first time you can't forget!" He groaned, already hanging from the edge.

"F-first time?" You asked in between thrusts, this time your innocence being real. Then you covered your mouth with your hand, realizing what he had thought. Yoy wished you didn't say anything, you had ruined his dream. You felt bad.

He grunted again.

"Should have known it wasn't your first time" he said with a forced smile.

"Kuni! I'm 18!" You protested.

"Who knows how many dozens of idiots you have seduced with these dirty tricks of yours already!" He said, thrusting even harder "You need someone to put you in place!"

"Kuni!!" You chanted the pet name he had forbid you to call him and now he loved to hear from your lips like a mantra "You are so dramatic! I've only been with two people before you!"

"I don't remember asking...you" he said with difficulty. You felt his breath hitch and his dick pulsate a few times inside of you. Then a wave of warm liquid and the length turning soft, dissapearing along with the blissful sensation.

You heard the lewd sound he made when pulling out from your pussy, which was now a mess of slick and cum, and then the one of the waistband of his pants when he put his cock back in.

"Kuni..." you let out a whine. You felt his hot seed drip down your thighs, which you pressed together, desperate for friction.

I mean, you were happy of having his cum in and over you, but it hadn't been enough. You wanted more.

A few moments of deafening silence passed, they were unbearable for you. So you decided to turn in his direction to look at him.

"Kuni! Was this your first time??" You asked, your heart beating hard, feeling tight in your chest.

He snorted a loud laugh.

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips, feeling insulted.

Of course it was! It was written all over his face. You smiled from ear to ear, filled with happiness. You had been his first time! You wanted to squeal. But you didn't want him to get defensive and make a scene, you wanted to fuck him again, so you pretended to believe him.

It had been really short, honestly. He didn't last much. But it was his first time and he had been horny and pent up for months, so you thought it was normal. And you had enjoyed every second of it like pure gold. It made your whole body burn and your heart was set on fire. You had always been horny for him but now you were at a whole nother level. You were crazy for him and willing to do anything to get him.

"Did you like it?" You said, giving him the puppy eyes.

He exhaled another laugh, looking at you with squinted eyes.

"You really are out of control..." he murmured, tracing a finger all over your butt, making you desire him even more.

You shook your ass from one side to another, hoping to tempt him.

"Again? Please? Again?" You begged, rising your butt high.

He took a good look at your pussy to save it in his long term memory. He never thought he would he able to see it, much less having turned it into such a masterpiece. Your inner lips were reddened by so much blood being cencentrated there due to your arousal. Same with your clit. And it was dripping with his thick, white cum.

"Again? Already?" He tried to make fun of you, hiding the fact that he was terrorised of not being able to get hard again "Look at you, now you are making a bigger mess of my room" he said, pointing down at how your leaking pussy was dripping drops of cum, dirtying the floor. Your panties, hanging fron your ankles, were a drenched mess too.

"You need someone to correct you" he laughed

At first you were sad and alarmed because you thought he was going to abandoned you, but your worried were quickly dispersed when he put his hands under your stomach to pick you up and lift you in the air.

"Where are we going?" You asked, filled with excitement as he carried you towards the door.

"To get you clean" he said, heading to the bathroom "You are a disgusting mess" he added. The truth was that he loved to see you like that, but he wanted no mess to hide for when your mothers got back home.

You let out cute whines as he carried you inside the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You felt cold when his arms abandoned you to go and open the water tap of the shower.

"Kuni!" You squeaked, extending your hands towards him. You wanted nothing but to be sticked to him.

"Stop whining" he smirked in your direction, undressing in front of you. You observed him, amazed by the look in front of your eyes. Finally! Naked Kuni all yours yo devour! "Get in already" he ordered.

You nodded and procceded to toss the few pieces of clothing you still had on before jumping into the shower with him.

"Ahh" you sighed in pleasure. The water was just warm enough, and being by his side made your heart shake with happiness.

"If wonder if there's a way to get such a dirty girl clean" he made fun of you while hugging you from behind. His hands quickly ran down your body, helping you clean your pussy.

"You are a meanie" you huffed while resting your back on his stomach "I already told you I've only been with two guys and..."

"Yeah, yeah, it's impossible to forget such idiots" he hissed, now moving up to play with your boobs, pretending to wash them.

He hated your ex boyfriends with his guts. Honestly he hadn't met Guy, the first one, because you had broken up with him upon transferring to his school, but he hated him nonetheless.

The other one was Huffman, the shredded, idiotic quarterback of the football team all the girls were crazy about. He hated him blind. He had hated him for being popular since middle school, but he started truly despising him when he started going out with you. His step sister. The girl he was most deperate to bang and the one who was strictly forbidden.

He had to bite his tongue off and refrain himself fron jumping down at his throat everytime he came home to pick you up. He only wanted to snitch you from his arms and fuck you in front of him and have you all for himself. But he only could lock himself up in his room and discharge his rage on poor radoms in online games, desperarely trying to forget about you, avoiding the thoughts of Huffman kissing you and touching you on your date that were torturing him. He never had thought for a single second that all those months you were wishing he did it. That you would have preferred to have him asking you to keep him company in his gloomy room, to sit on his lap while he was playing videogames than to go out with Huffman to boring games and parties.

Those had been difficult months for the two of you. You had been unable to forget about him with Huffman. Your teasings to Kuni had been scaling, getting more and more desperate until exploding like this. Finally, you had him. Kuni had no idea why you would change the celebrity, ripped quarterback for a cave rat like him, but you had yanked the tag of incel from his forehead along with his virginity from his dick and that had boosted his ego over cloud nine.

He was confident now. Maybe he hadn't been your first time, but he was determined to make you all his. He was kind of dumb and still didn't quite grasp just how crazy for him you were.

You turned around in his arms and hugged him, taking him by surprise.

"Kuni..." you moaned his name, making his heart jump. Your lips landed on the crook of his neck. He clumsily put his hands around your waist, pretending to be calm and in control.

You kept hugging him and kissing him, making him pant.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" He said with a half smirk "You want me to go easy on you?"

"I want you" you sighed, lifting your hand to caress the back of his head. A loving smile formed on your lips upon lookinh at him in the eyes while running your fingers through his silky black hair.

His lips trembled. Damn you made it so hard for him to be calm and in control. You made his heart throb way too hard. No one had ever wanted him before. And now having the person he most wanted wanting him too was so much to handle. He was right, you were completely out of control. You drove him crazy and made him do wild things just like the one he did in his room, lifting your skirt and fucking you raw like that. He had never been that courageous. It was you who drove him insane.

"You're so damn..." you didn't let him finish. You realized he was finally hard again and you were determined to show him your devotion towards him.

You directed him a loving gaze again and knelt down in front of him in the empty bathtub, clinging from his legs.

A low gasp escaped Kuni's lips when he felt you had put his dick inside your mouth, all wet and warm to comfort him.

"Oh my..." he sighed, trying to pull himself together. He wanted to act all hard and you were giving your best to melt him all the way to his heart.

You gently caressed his thighs as you kissed and licked his dick like you were starving for it. He felt every kiss to his tip like a scratch on heaven's door. One of his hands grabbed the water tap for support while the other one traveled trembly to your head. He caressed it clumsily and grabbed your hair, making a big effort not to moan like a cat in heat.

You hummed happily in response, ready to give him your all. You were always polar opposites. You weren't afraid of showing him your feelings. All you wanted was to see him happy. To show him that you would do everything for him. To demonstrate him that he didn't need to keep his walls up in front of you, that you loved even the most weak and disgusting parts of him and that he didn't need to hide anything from you.

You opened your mouth wide and laid your tongue flat under his shaft, bobbing your head to engulf it completely.

Kuni let a moan escape his lips making you happy when he felt his dick touch your throat.

He gritted his teeth. He wanted to make you his, not the other way around! His walls were definetely hard to bring down.

"Damn..." he grunted "You are so good at this...is there anything you haven't done yet??" He asked, frowning down at you.

You gave his cock a deep suck while pulling back to leave it with a lewd pop sound.

"Cut it out with that already" you whined, looking up at him with puppy eyes "I don't care what I've done with others before, I just care about doing things with you now!" You exclaimed.

Well that seemed to start convincing him.

"With me?" He said with squinted eyes, a half smirk appearing on his face.

"Only with you, Kuni..." you nodded, your hand reaching for his hand that was on your hair. The both met on your cheek.

"So from now on you will do everything only with me?" He teased you.

"Only with you, Kuni!" You exclaimed with shiny eyes, swaying your butt in excitement "You'll be my last and only, I swear!" You declared the content of your heart.

Well that was more than he ever expected.

"Goddamn..." he panted. You were trying to suck his dick again but he forced you to stand up "Come here, you've earned it, come do it again"

"Yay!" You couldn't avoid celebrating it out loud, grabbing the taps of the running water and positioning giving him your back, arching it to give him a good look of your ass.

He wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands on your belly and the other one on your breast. He reached your neck with his mouth when he pushed inside of you again.

Again, it was pure bliss. Paradise. This was all he had ever wanted. But it was better than he had dreamed. He wasn't precisely big and he was aware of it, so he never thought you would be so impossibly tight around him, squeezing him as if trying to milk him dry.

And you kept arching your back, smashing your butt against his hips, making the clapping sound louder and louder.

You were driving him crazy.

His online friend Childe had told him several times to stop reading so much hentai because it would fry his brain and make him expect unrealistic things and that he would get dissapointed when finally getting laid. He had told him that in the real world, women didn't get that wet. Well this was the first time he had seen a real pussy and he was fucking amazed at how dripping you were.

And it was that you were horny as fuck. You had been wanting this since you had moved in with him. You had been teasing him, trying to get his attention for such a long time. You had desired him so much, masturbating alone in your bed while wishing with all your heart that he crossed the fucking wall to your room to fuck you blind.

It didn't matter that Huffman lasted longer or that his dick was way bigger. You had enjoyed the two minutes Kuni had fucked you more than your entire relationship with him. That was the only dick you wanted, the one of your pathetic, anti social, universally hated and crabby, bratty step brother next door. He was the one you were head over heels for since the beginning. You had nade a big effort to resist your urge for him when your mother had introduced you to him. But upon moving all together it got impossible. It was set in stone. You were in love.

"I-love-you-Ku-ni!" You exclaimed, a syllable in between each of his delicious trusts.

Damn you went too far.

"What the fuck did you just say??" He demanded, his dick impossibly hard inside your warm and loving walls. He nibbled on your neck, pulling moans out of your lips.

"I love youuu~" you cried from pleasure, one of your hands letting go of the tab to reach down for your desperate clit. You were finally getting close to the edge.

"Who do you love??" He insisted, rutting inside of you passionately.

"You Kuni, I love you!" You moaned only for him to hear.

"Only me?"

"Only you!" You chanted.

"Forever??"

"Forever!!" You yelled, circling a finger over your clit at the rythm of his thrusts.

"You'll di anything for me??" He asked.

"Anything!" You exclaimed "Please, Kuni, please love me too..." you whined, a centimeter from the edge as two big tears rolled down from your cheeks becuase of the physical and emotional effort.

"Fine" he said, smirking against your neck "I'll love you too" he whispered in your ear "I'm gonna love you and fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name" he laughed.

And you finally reached it. That knot that had been building inside of you such a long time ago finally realeased, exploding in the first real orgasm you could really call like that in your life.

Finally. Finally you had your beloved Kuni inside of you. All over you. All for yourself.

You came and he realized because of the spasms of your walls around him. He did his best to keep the rythm and not cum to let you ride and enjoy your orgasm to the fullest. And miraculously, he succeded.

He felt your body lose strength and falling limp. He catched you, supporting all your weight in his arms.

He never felt more proud and happy.

"Are you satisfied now?" He whispered in your ear, tickling your now oversensitive body. You weakly nodded, lifting the hand that was on your clit to cling from his neck.

"I love you" you said, presenting your bare heart to him, raising your head to ask him for a kiss. Your first kiss.

That sight yanked a smile of pure happiness out of him, and he caressed your lips with his thumb before leaning down to concede it.

Finally. You were finally kissing. It was unveliebable. For the two of you.

It made you so euphoric it gave you enough strength to lift your arms and wrap them around his neck.

It was a hungry, deperate kiss that turned into a full make out session, hands caressing all over each other's bodies.

"I can't no more, Kuni..." you whined, pointing down at his dick that was still inside your tired pussy. It was overstimulated and his thrusts now felt like burning your skin.

"How come?" He said, biting your ear "You can't? For me?"

"It hurts" you squeaked,, squishing his face between your neck and your shoulder due to the pleasure of his bites.

"Hmmm" he pretended to scold you while pulling out.

He continued to kiss your neck, dilighting you. Then he slowly started to lower doen, guiding your body, until kneeling on the empty bathtub.

He set you on all fours in front of him, under the warm water. He took a moment to admire just how beautiful you looked. He started caressing your butt again.

His dick throbbed upon touching it. Then a marvelous idea crossed his mind.

"Eek!" You yelped when his pre-cum leaking tip bumped against your butt's entrance "Kuni what are you doing??" You protested, looking back at him.

"Just getting in through the back door" he let out a little chuckle.

"What?? Are you crazy?" You questioned a little alarmed.

"Why?" He smirked.

"I..." you stammered "I don't know how it feels..." you said, flushing.

Hus eyes shone brightly.

"Oh so there is something you have never done yet!" He exclaimed triumphantly. Now he definetely wanted to do it. To be the first person with whom you do something finally.

"Well, yeah..." you murmured.

He naughtily bit your ass.

"Didn't you say you would do anything with me?" He teased.

"Kuni!" You whined "You're a meanie!" You scolded.

He laughed, the sound sending pleasurable shivers up your spine.

"Come on, wouldn't you like to have your beloved Kuni inside of you like that?" He provoked you, hovering over you, the sound of his voice deepening making you desire him more and more. The truth was that yeah, in fact , you wanted to entirely absorb him.

"But I'm scared" you said.

He stood in his knees, caressing your butt, positioning himself behind you.

"Let's give it a little try. I promise that if it hurts I'll pull out"

"Right away?" You asked.

"Right away" he guaranteed, kissing your upper back, your legs instinctively opening under him.

"Okay...I'm trusting you..." you squeaked, rising your butt higher for him. He licked his lips, delighted at the sight in front of him.

"Here we go" he whispered, pushing in, wrapping your entire body.

You let out a sound in between a moan and a whine, trying ti adjust at the new sensation.

"Hurts?" He asked, pushin in ever so slowly.

You didnt quite know, it was strange and new.

"Wait" you said when you felt he was pulling back "Don't get it out yet!" You exclaimed.

He chuckled and you huffed at him.

"Just keep doing it!" You ordered. He was such a meanie!

He smirked and started moving back and forth, much more delicately in comparisson to when he fucked your pussy.

"Ah.." he exhaled, his high approaching rapidly. If your pussy was tight, this was a whole nother level.

You kinda liked it. It felt like he was scratching the crumbs of your horny itches away. And he was so subtle and slow it felt like he was cradling you. Now that the horny beast you had became was appeased, you were starting to feel more sleepily lovey dovey.

"Oh..." just when you thought you were dozing off, he gently pulled out to cum all over your lower back. You liked it. His semen was warm as the water of the shower, that slowly started to wash it all away.

Kuni heavily exhaled, resting his forehead in your back. When you turned your back to look at him, he made a big effort and leaned back to seat. He pulled from your hand so you got up and sat on his lap. You cuddled on his chest, under his chin, almost purring.

He patred your head lovingly, still unable to believe that all this was finally real and not another wet dream. He held you in his arms tightly, still a bit afraid of it really being a dream.

It didn't matter. If it resulted to be a dream, he was determined to go and make it reality again.

Fortunately for the both of you, it was real and you enjoyed his cuddling thoroughly.

"Do you love me Kuni?" You asked looking up at him with puppy eyes again.

He sighed and looked down at you. Yeah you were out of control. And he loved it.

He didn't answer with words but with a passionate kiss.

After a magical make out session, he stood up and when his blood pressure adjusted he gave you his hand to pull you up too.

"Let's get cleaned before our mothers get back and see the mess we made out of our lives" he said with a little smirk on his face.

You exchanged looks complicitly. The only obstacle for your relationship now was the one between your mothers. If they hadn't married, what you just did wouldn't have been forbidden. But neither you would have had the chance of all of this happened under the same roof.

You got out the shower, cleaned the bathroom and the stain of cum on Kuni's room's floor. Washed all the dirty clothes, put some clean ones on and dried you hairs so that they wouldn't suspect you had bathed together.

Fortunately, you had enough time.

By the time your mothers were back, you were drinking tea at the kitchen table and Kuni was watching tv on the couch like nothing had ever happened. Like he still hated you.

You greeted the both of them like normal.

You agreed to keep your kisses and hookups a secret from the world. You tried to appear distant as you always were but you couldn't help but to want to baby him 24/7.

One afternoon you mom catched you with a bag fool of sweets you had never eaten before and a slushy of Kuni's favorite flavor. You knew he had a sweet tooth and wanted nothing but to feed him.

You gave Yae a lame excuse. She found it strange. She realized your relationship had changed. You were afraid that the fact that you were fucking like animals every day was written all over your face. Fortunately that wasn't the thought that crossed her mind. She simply thought you were already getting along.

You waited until she went upstairs to sneak into Kuni's room, where he finally made your dream come true.

You sat on his lap, feeding him sweets while he played videogames on his pc, his hands caressing and groping you every time he could get them off from the mouse and keyboard.

You were the most happy you had been in your entire life, and there wasn't a care in the world.

Until he got tired of playing videogames and turned his pc off to play with your boobs.

You had come to learn he was a real fan of them. And you were delighted to having clinging from your breasts, kneading them and nursing from them for hours. You loved it, it felt amazing and it made your pussy ridiculously wet. It made it ready to get banged. But it also make your heart flutter with a sweet and caring love for him.

When he opened his eyes to look up at you, you caressed his head and smiled at him lovingly.

"I love you with all my soul, Kuni" you mused, headpatting him and pushin his fsce deeper into your boobs.

"I love you too" he said, lost in love, with a nipple muffling his mouth.

"You're my sweet little baby" you murmured.

That made his two brain cells make synapsis finally.

"Hey Y/N, talking about babies..." he started "At what hour do you take your pills every day? I've never seen you taking them" he said pensively. You had been spending a lot of time together that week, and as he said, he had never seen you taking them.

"Pills? What pills?" You said, tilting your head in his direction.

He felt like a lightning had striked him and got up, starting ti get nervous.

"You know, birth control pills" he said, sitting straight to look at you in the eye.

Your eyes widened as big as his, a trembling smile appearing on your face.

"Birth control pills?" You repeated, feeling a bit uncomfortsble.

He got impatient.

"Come on Y/N, don't joke around with this" he almost begged.

You gulped.

"I'm not on birth control" you admitted, shrugging nervously.

"And you tell me this NOW??" He exclaimed, terrified.

"What made you think I was on birth control??" You replayed, getting nervous too.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you let me fuck you raw and cum inside of you this entire time?!" He almost yelled, containing himself to not be heard outside the room.

"I've always used condoms!" You defended yourself "It's not my fault you didn't have any!"

He stood up, sitting you on the gaming chair to start walkin from one corner of the room to another. He had to bit his tongue not to yell you. The truth was that the time he lifted your skirt, pulled your panties down and fucked you bent over his desk he didn't think about anything. But since you didn't complain or show any worry, all the following times he fucked you during the week he assumed you were on birth control. How come you were so calm if not??

"Why didn't you tell me??" He complained, exasperated.

You flushed, embareassed, and looked down at your feet.

"I didn't even think about it" you admitted.

He huffed heavily, unable to believe such a surreal situation.

"You make my reasoning go numb!" You whined, tears prickling the corners of your eyes "I'm lost in love with you! That was all I thought this week!"

He hurried towards you, extending his hands into the air, not knowing what to do to solve the situation and prevent you from crying. He was desperate.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we'll get out of this" he said, trying to convince the both of you, completely scared.

"You mean you don't want it??" You asked, the tears threstening to spill down your cheeks.

"Y/N for Archons sake, remembet why we were hiding?? Our moms are married. We are fucking step-siblings! And on top of that, we haven't even finished highschool, what the fuck would we do with a baby?! My mother will kick us out of the house!" He exclaimed exasperated. He only realized he had said it out loud when he saw you sobbing.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, calm down. Don't cry" he said, easing off his tone and wiping away your tears "We'll solve this, don't worry" he assured you, patting your back.

You hiccuped, making a huge effort to stop you cries.

"I'm sorry" you said, wiping your eyes with your sleeves.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked that question earlier" he sighed, caressing your hair "Don't worry, it's only been a couple of days, maybe we still have hope" he already had a plan "Ima disguise myself and head to a pharmacy at the other side of the city where no one could recognize me and buy the morning after pill, yeah, thsts exactly what I'm gonna do" he said, aiming to go for his coat.

You pulled from his arm to prevent him from getting away.

"But it's the morning after pill, not the week after pill!" You sobbed.

You destroyed his little hopes.

"Well it's worth the try. Let's have hope. And come on, when couples try to do it on purpose it takes them months and months! We can't be as unlucky as to..." you crying again interrupted his desperate blabnering.

"So you don't want it!" You sobbed.

He looked at you skeptically.

"What do you mean, Y/N? You want it? Is that why you didn't say anything?" He asked, his brows raised in disbelief.

You looked at your feet, ashamed.

"I didn't even think about telling you because the idea of getting pregnant by you made me horny as hell" you admitted, hiding your face in your hands "This week has been such a dream come true I didn't even think about the consecuences! I didn't even took into consideration if you wanted it or not! I'm sorry, I've been an idiot" you sobbed.

Kuni sighed. Even in this situation, your words made his dick build a tent in his pants.

He kept caressing your hair.

"Are you telling me the truth?" He said with a stern tone.

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking up at him. You saw lust in his eyes instead of anger.

He cupped your chin with his hand, locking eyes with you.

"Does it make you wet? The idea of me getting you pregnant?"

You nodded.

"It makes me horny as fuck" you admitted, pressing you thighs together.

He kissed you roughly.

"You are completely out of control" he repeated for the nth time, and just now you realized how right he was "I'm gonna fuck you into your senses. But after I get back. Now I'm going to get that fucking pill and a decade worth of comdons" he said, putting on a coat, a hat, some glasses and a facemask. Fortunately, it was normal in that unhealthy city for citizens to protect their respiratory sytems like that.

"And don't cry!" He said before opening the door and ascertain that the ground floor was clear of mothers. Then he whispered "sit and reflect upon this. If you end up getting pregnant , which I beg the Arcons doesn't happen now and I know you would fucking love, I swear you will be the one working to support the family, because my mother would kick us both out!"

You shot a hypnotized look at him and he knew he was unsane at that moment but he could swear your pupils were heart shaped.

"We'd be a family??" You questioned, almost drooling.

"Y/N!!!" He scolded "You're hopeless! You're really getting it when I come back!" He screamed in a whisper, closing the door behind him to leave the house.

You still felt a bit guilty, but you giggled upom seeing him like that. You tried to relax on the chair, waiting patienly for him to come back from the pharmacy.

You rubbed your belly with one hand.

Whether you got pregnant and had to work to support a family with Kuni or not and you got to continue you everyday life until you finished highschool, keeping your relationship a secret, you were happy as long as you were by his side.

You still didn't know Ei very well, and you knew she wasn't very fond of his son. But you and your mother Yae had a good relationship and you knew she always rooted for true love. You were sure that if she knew how much you loved Kuni she would understand. That she would forgive the fact that you banged the only one boy that was forbidden. Because it wasn't to ruin her new marriage. It was because he was the only one who made you feel like that. You were head over heels for him.

Honestly the best outcome would be that you didn't get pregnant.

But still, the idea of being pregnant with his baby got you insanely horny, so you decided that while you waited for Kuni's return, you would play with yourself fantasizing about it...

Woosh! That was really long! I actuslly can't believe I was able to actually complete a work, and in a single day! I'm exhausted and I'm going to sleep already, hoping to rest and see Scara again. This was rushed and based on a dream that really didn't make much sense and I had to invent an ending bc it really didn't hsve one and honestly I dont't know if I'm cintent with the ending🤔 Again this was not proofread so I'm going to sleep and probably after I'm rested I'll check it and see if I fix it 😅 I hope there are more Genshin smut dreams in the future!

Ps: I got obsessed with step brother Scara after reading xianoii's Rocket and have been thinking about this scenario every night before going to sleep for months now, a dream like this was bound to happen, step brother Scara literslly can't leave my mind! Or should I say...Kuni?? Damn I'm head over heels for this lovely cave rat! 💜

#Magical dreams #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin x you #smut #kunikuzushi

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omg i have a request... like a scenario type with vampire mercs (norm or yandere i dont mind either) and a vampire hunter s/o? I am THINKING very normally about this hehe

Ahhh, love this! I'm so weak for all things vampiric and gothic, but in general I keep my requests 4 characters max. Sorry if this is so few, but I'd prefer to really go in depth with a few than to shallow-ly touch on all the mercs, (with very rare exception) but you're free to asks for others when requests open back up,. I hope you're ok with the characters I chose to feature here! :) (Also note, I refer to demo and Engie as living with demons who, for the sake of the story are meant to stand in for Medic's medical equipment/weapons and Engie's machines respectively.)

Characters: Demo 🐏, Engie 🦫, Heavy 🐻 and Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 2.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo- See the Light, Ghost)

Medic

One of the elders of the vampires Medic's all too familiar with your type. He's been targeted by countless hunters over the years and managed to survive every encounter. He was never shy about killing and feeding and made many enemies with humans over the centuries. No one's managed to kill him yet though he had to admit you came closer than any he had remembered before. But Medic felt far more shaken than usual, discovering the demons you slaughtered to get to him.

He'd always been so fascinated by mortals and loved pursuing them at night, to watch the precious fear which tempted him onward before overpowering his victims with his enhanced strength. As a powerful, supernaturally charged vampire, he hardly considered mortals much of a threat, just a bit of a challenge keeping him from his next meal. When he was transformed into a vampire, he was blessed with a mystical charm, the ability to hypnotize humans who let their guard down around him and compel them to do as he pleased. Many vampires possessed the power of "suggestion," but Medic brought this to a new level. Typically he'd use this charm to instigate things to get mortals alone in a vulnerable, more suggestive state of mind before going in for the kill. Luring and stalking his victims just long enough to know what they feared and desired most, using that to his advantage.

Unlike so many misanthropic vampires, Medic was quite captivated by humans; he was turned into a vampire ages ago and, under the conditions of how he was turned, forgot all about what his life was before he became a vampire.

He regrets the lack of memories of his time among the living but tries his best to make up for it by learning all about humans in their lives now and is quite fickle in this regard. Finding a new obsession every time he dwells among the living to feed. His obsessions come and go as soon as he has his fill. It wasn't until he met you that he genuinely felt like he had met his match.

Not physically, of course; his sparring matches with you were more to stave off his boredom and for amusement than to actually try and kill you, but still, you had his attention all the same.

Sure, if he really wanted to best you, he could compel you to obey his sinister will and eliminate you in a matter of minutes, but where was the fun in that? You were prey unlike any he knew before, and he wanted to give you a violent and gruesome end worthy of the time the two of you shared together.

What Medic wants more than you under his total control is for you to come to him of your own volition. He wouldn't dare try to corrupt a mind so sharp and captivating as yours. While he dreams of being the one to deal your killing blow, he can't help but imagine how charming it would be for you to join his side. To become one with him, living in the night as his mate. Until then, this little ongoing battle would have to do.

Medic deluded himself into believing all your fighting and animosity was your unique way of trying to get his attention. Like you were only acting out because you were jealous of the others he spent his time with and fed upon.

You were so precious to him, and truly loved him deep down. You merely had an unconventional way of showing it. Medic would be the type to see you getting ganged up on by other monsters before jumping into action to save you, tearing the vile creatures to pieces, covering the two of you with the gore, only to stroke your hair and comfort you afterward. To ensure that you are all right and don't sustain any damage. He'd hold you tenderly in his arms as though cradling a baby bird while he whispered,

"The only one who gets to kill you is me. Is that understood?"

Heavy

Heavy has been out on his own for so long now, living in his eternal purgatory in isolation. He doesn't remember much of the past. It hurts too much to try and remember what he once had. But he knew he gave his life to protect his family from a vampire ages ago. Though in a cruel twist of fate, he managed to survive the attack only to wake up cold, alone, and ravenously hungry.

Unlike some vampires, Heavy had to slaughter a living creature every night to sustain this unbearable hunger. It wasn't exactly that he felt guilty for killing more that this was all a part of the balance of nature. It wasn't his fault he was so large, so capable of killing. The fact of the matter was that Heavy needed an awful lot of blood to survive, and it was the job of smaller prey creatures to provide for him.

So long as he mostly kept to himself, Heavy wouldn't worry about anyone bothering him, and he wouldn't bother anyone else. Animal blood kept him alive well enough, even if he gave into temptation, slaughtering masses of human livestock in a bout of gluttony, so long as he didn't drink from the living, everything was fine.

The fact that you managed to hunt him down and tried to target him in the first place was quite curious. He couldn't understand why one so small would bother trying to pick a fight with him of all vampires.

Heavy forgot how long he'd gone without interacting with another intelligent lifeform, and you caught him completely by surprise the first time you ran into him. It hurt all over again, remembering how long he'd been alone. How long it'd been since he'd seen the last of the family he knew as a living mortal, he tried so hard to forget for centuries, but you wouldn't let him.

When he was a younger vampire, he was so cruel and bitter, taking his frustrations out on his food, tearing whatever poor creature was his dinner that night to shreds leaving trails of carnage behind, but now he was more efficient. Though it still required a great deal of blood to sustain a creature of his size, he wasn't so careless anymore. Encountering you was a break from the regular routine it had been sometimes since he met prey that managed to put up such a fight.

While he wasn't blessed with otherworldly charms or powers of hypnosis, his already powerful physical abilities were somehow the only things amplified by vampirism, and trying to take you in a fight felt cruel. But if this was a fight you wanted to pick, he supposed he had no choice but to satisfy you.

At first, he was mainly apathetic to your existence. You were stubborn and hard to kill, but you were still just a tiny human fighting a supernatural entity, and it was only a matter of time before that caught up with you. During a particularly heated battle, you finally slipped up, realizing too late you were out of silver arrows and defenseless when you felt his hands drawing around your neck. But when he finally got close for the first time in his life, Heavy decided to spare his prey. And just a moment away from dealing the killing blow, he hesitated, halting for long enough for you to escape.

Later that day, he lay restlessly wondering where this change of heart came from and couldn't stop himself from dreaming about what it would be like to take you under his wing. Thinking about sharing a more domestic, peaceful life with you. In his eyes, you were the last remaining tether he had to the human world, and killing you would sever that bond for who knows how long.

He dreamed of harnessing your fiery human spirit, training you to work at his side, and showing you how to hunt from the shadows, creeping silently and evading human attention.

From then on, he'd be anticipating your arrival. Wondering if it was wiser to jump right into the action and turn you into a vampire the first chance he could or to wait for the hunter to come to him. The time spent awaiting your return was agony, painfully aware of his loneliness while you were no doubt back home, licking your wounds, hopefully regaining your strength enough to rechallenge him. He desperately missed the feeling of your warm skin against his cold body, your precious blood pumping away, practically begging for him to take a bite.

Demo

He was a vampire with a fearsome reputation known for his explosive anger and the bloodshed he brought with him. However, the supernatural powers he was blessed with were almost more akin to a werewolf's than a vampire's. Demo was blessed with the gift of rage, the ability to manifest every ounce of his anger and lay ways to whatever poor soul was stupid enough to invoke it.

But it wasn't just rage which captivated Demo, but hedonism in all forms. Unlike many vampires, Demo liked to keep around a few humans to amuse himself with. Not precisely to a consensual agreement, but a mutually beneficial one. He would keep his captives fed and safe, and they would provide him sustenance in return, and it wasn't long until the hostage began to grow comfortable and compliant. Demo found blood tasted much better when laced with pleasure, far better than fear, and he loved to wait until the last moment, when his captives were comfortable, before draining them of their delicious blood.

Even when Demo feeds from his harem before going in for the kill, the man is well-practiced and knows how to make the feeding sessions as pleasurable for the victim as it is for him.

All this was quite familiar for Demo, humans were easy prey at the end of the day, and even the holiest and most righteous would eventually succumb to the flesh's temptations. The process was familiar, but the pleasure was sweet all the same. When he did have to fight back, it only made the inevitable meal all the more precious. He loved when people played hard to get, and there wasn't a human alive who managed to escape him and his temptations.

You were so adorably feisty and stubborn the first time he crossed you. A cute little mortal who wanted to play Van Helsing, using your little toys of pure silver, holy water, and scriptures to keep him back.

Though Demo was amused, he was impressed at how well you managed to keep him away. After all, holy relics and verses only worked against the supernatural if you really believed and put all your faith into your words calling upon your deity to protect you. You were a fighter, that's for sure, and the way you were so confident God would protect you from demons like him. It was almost enough for him to spare you, but how could he deny himself a feast such as yourself?

Not only were you pious, but you could also physically fight him back, a rare combination greater than any he'd encountered. Most who tried to protect themselves with holy relics would begin to doubt when he really let out his rage, but somehow, you didn't falter. Not even for a moment. It would be an honor to be the vampire who finally managed to conquer your pure heart and turn you into one of his own. The only issue is how hard it would be to catch you.

While your faith appeared, unshakable Demo would still plant seeds of doubt in your mind whenever he could. Promising you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, endless time to spend pursuing knowledge of whatever you wanted, powerful supernatural abilities you could conjure at will, and trying to use a bit of materialism to sweeten the deal. Promises, more specifically, to convince you to align with him. Demo telling you about how he would spoil you with riches, the most beautiful clothes, the finest of jewels, anything your heart desired would be yours. All you had to do was submit. It was meant to be, so why resist?

Engie

Out of all the vampires, he was the least happy to be sought out by a hunter.

He didn't want to end up like this. He didn't want to kill to survive, and being hunted down by you was just another cruel reminder of how far he'd strayed from humanity and how no matter how hard he wanted it, there was no place left for him among the living.

Furthermore, unlike Medic, who was apathetic to the slaughter of his demons, he felt personally offended as he was much more compassionate and personal with the demons who lived with him. Engie hated you before he met you, wanting to kill whoever was responsible for damaging his property slowly and painfully.

But you were far from easy prey. And no matter how hard Engie tries to take you down, you somehow always manage to remain just a touch out of reach. The game of cat and mouse is far less endearing to Engie than it was to any of the other vampires.

Eventually, he became increasingly obsessed with the hunt, spending his waking hours preparing for your next ambush, dreaming about the night he would capture and slaughter you. Avenging all his creations you destroyed before now.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, his obsession with you grew as fervently as the hunt itself, culminating with the day Engie decided to try to stalk you during the daylight. Engie was a younger vampire, native to a sunny climate. He never found sunlight to be as unbearable as it was to other vampires, so long as he didn't linger in direct light. Direct sunlight was unpleasant, but it wouldn't burn him to ashes as it would to elder vampires. The real reason he stayed on his own more was to stay away from crowds and give into a feeding frenzy.

He wasn't prepared to be so taken aback by your human vitality. The freshness of life pumping through you, giving you a rare kind of beauty he never saw from any sort of prey before now. You were nothing less than radiant in the light of the sun, a deity incarnate. Your skin flushed with life, your voice pleasant and calm, and your smile all appeared ethereal as though he had seen you for the first time. Engie never thought he'd see you as anything but a mortal enemy, yet at this moment, he was undone. All his resentment and hostility felt so trivial now. He didn't want your hatred. He wanted your adoration. He needed to have you all to himself, but not to kill.

If he couldn't kill you, he thought it was only just to turn you into a vampire.

Only then would his loneliness and resentment for being a vampire be satisfied, and you would be forced to rely on him to survive the strange new existence. All newborn vampires were fragile, and it wouldn't be hard for him to keep you from running away.

Not to mention the bond shared between vampires and their scion would help do away with all the hatred you held for Engie in life. No matter how hard you thought you hated him, once Engie sank his fangs into you and infected you with his venom, it was only a matter of time until your will crumbled as you gave in to the surreal newfound devotion you developed for your vampire mate. All resistance was futile, your rational mind silenced as your primal vampiric urges began to take over.

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