#but the movement and the anatomy the fucking mouth and teeth on it!!!!!!!!

[sharkieboi]

forgot how good Happy Feet is in terms of animal behavior and anatomy like all the animals look and move in a way that’s actually accurate to those real life animals it’s so fucking good

#shhh sharkie #watching Happy Feet and watching how all the animals move #and like there’s obvious stylistic choices but like. all the animals actually look and love like the animals they are #when did we lose this in animation. #coming back to this later to say more specifically: THE FUCKING LEOPARD SEAL #‘I eat you with ketchup’ spicy lil Adelies penguins: ‘first you gotta CATCH UP’ #but the movement and the anatomy the fucking mouth and teeth on it!!!!!!!! #that’s an actual fucking leopard seal!!!!!!! #and the head and body movements of all the penguins across the different species too #we love an animated movie that does it’s fucking research #OH ALSO THE FEATHERS #that penguin coats look so different from other birds’ in terms of texture and color and structure #the light reflection and iridescence!!! i love it all so much

[yanderestarangel]

✧ HEADCANONS FNAF | SMUT VERSION | MIKE SCHMIDT

★ TW: afab anatomy, pet names, degradation, dom!mike, v!sex, rough sex, blowjob, overstimulation, little praise.

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★ A/N: some people asked me in inbox if I watched the fnaf movie and the answer is: yes! I watched it with my boyfriend and it was a lot of fun, so I decided to write something about Mike yey >ㅅ<

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike is a stressed man, with all the pressure of taking care of his sister, the nightmares and a bad job - which can consume a lot of his energy - he will just want to be in your arms at the end of the day and preferably, between your legs.

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will arrive home tired, with a smell like men's cologne faint from the hours he spent at work, and a thin layer of sweat covering his face and back, while he desperately looked for you in every corner of the house, shouting your name. Schmidt won't even give you time to ration, as he lifts you onto the nearest firm surface and spreads your thighs - if you were wearing any shorts, he would desperately tear them off while he glues his face to your pussy, lubricating it with saliva and making circular movements with his tongue on your clit, enjoying every moan you made, every time you ran your fingers through his hair - pulling him even closer - Schmidt would moan against your sensitive flesh, looking you in the eyes before continuing to pleasure you.

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will fuck you all over the house when Abby is out or at school - kitchen, living room, balcony or anywhere that is empty enough - covering your mouth with his hand, while he shoves his thick, pulsing length into you , without any protection. He's the type of man who likes to spill every drop of his seed into your womb, painting your spongy walls pearly white, while grunting and praising you, telling you how good your pussy is for his dick, he likes to call you a "hungry little slut" with each hot jet that comes out of him, while he smiles and growls when he sees your expression of lust.

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will leave you breathless, pushing you against the cold bathroom sink as he forces you to look in the mirror, you can see the dark circles under his eyes, his naked body against yours, how his cock slides against your wetness easily as he grabs your chin with his fingers - putting enough force to turn the tips white - He would see every reaction, every moan or scream that came out of you through reflection, roughly grabbing your hip with his other hand. His balls would already be wet from your juices with his, while the sounds of skin against skin could be heard echoing out of the room. "-Yes...Ah- Fucking hell my darling, your pussy swallowing my dick... just like that, keep it up please." he moaned hoarsely, as he looked at the sight of your wetness swallowing and repelling his shaft, with each rough thrust he made. "-You're such a good little thing for me, I'm going to give you every last drop of cum, right?"

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will make you get ready for him, putting on your best clothes, putting on perfume and makeup for him, just for him to fuck you doggystyle on the bed, pulling your hair to expose your neck while deeply marking your soft skin with his teeth - From the intensity of his hips, you could tell how angry he was at everything and everyone that night - you could hear him grunting and grumbling about some pay cut or how he didn't get a promotion to improve your life. He will take out all his anger on your pussy, leaving you a mess, your makeup was smudged, your clothes were messy or even torn in some corner of the room, you were at his mercy, while his fingers roughly rubbed over and over again on your clit - making a delicious combo with each violent thrust deep into your core. He will degrade you while fucking all your tight holes. "-You're my favorite slut." "-You asked for this didn't you? You're a needy whore for my dick- Mmm-" "-You're a cumdump for me, needy and a quivering mess for my dick."

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike will love putting you between his legs, your knees hurt from the weight and hardness of the floor. His dick pulsed as you forced yourself to swallow everything, looking at him relaxing with each provocative yet relaxing and hot movement, while the head of his dick beat rhythmically in your throat. The wet sounds and muffled moans about his member made him grunt, throwing his head back, grabbing your head with his left hand while his right hand held the side of the chair, he was going to encourage you to go deeper. "-Please baby, be a good boy/girl and make me cum... Swallow it all for me ok?"

✧ 𑂴 🫧 Mike loves lying in bed completely naked, with his cock exposed to you, while watching you rub your pussy over him, he would be sleepy and tired, but the sight of you rubbing your wet pussy over him, looking for a release for everyone Your repressed lust was enough for him to stay awake for up to a few hours, resting his hands on your hips and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass as he moved down. Their eyes would be seeing the cum leaking from the tip of his dick, his crotch totally dirty, as he smiled at you, closing his eyes. "-Keep having fun baby... I'm here for you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[ghouljams]

Fae using magic to make their partners bodies adapt when mating is so hot!!! 😩 The thought that it would break them if it wasn't for Fae manipulating their anatomy... screaming crying throwing up

The monster fuckers can come get their juice now, I'm doing monster fucking, size queen, shit.

It should hurt, it should split you open until you scream and sob, but when König pushes his monstrous cock into you it's slick and pulsing. You can't take your eyes off of it, your breath hitching in your chest as he pushes and pushes it into your tight cunt. It must be magic that keeps you from ripping, must be magic that let's your pussy hug his cock like a vice as he eases each inch into you. Not even halfway through and you can tell his cock is starting to bulge out your stomach, you clench around him and a monstrous growl echoes through the forest. He stretches you past what you ever thought possible, squeezes against every soft spot within you, and lets you feel every delicious inch of him. You can feel every vein, the ridge of his bulbous head where it butts against your cervix. Fuck, he's already hit the end, there's no more space for him.

König grinds against you, stirring you with his fat cock and making heat sizzle up your spine. You whine, eyes fixed between your legs at the monster settled inside you, the length left to go. König gives a testing thrust and something in you shifts. You jerk, arch your back with a breathless gasp as your body adjusts for him, forces itself to make room for the cock bigger than your arm. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. You stare, unseeing, at the forest your body wrapping around König like it was made for him as he slides every fat inch into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, you can feel him nudge your ribs, can feel him stretching your shirt and pushing against the already sliced waistband of your pants, god...

His drool drips onto the forest floor, mushrooms sprouting from the decaying leaves where it pools. You can hear the low growl vibrating through his chest, can feel the creak of the claws holding you up, the spread of them, the way his pinky presses against the head of his cock. You look down and whimper at the absolutely destruction that must be coursing through your body, the huge cock magically forced inside of you. You can't bring a single thought to your head, can only do your best to swallow down the greedy drool that fills your mouth, and listen to the wind whispering at the presence of a king. You may as well be a fleshlight in his hands. You can't feel your legs.

König moves you up and down his cock, using you to pleasure himself. You watch the motion of it greedily, fascinated, you must be dead ten times over to be letting this happen. But it doesn't hurt, there's just the warm aching drag of his thick cock against your insides. Each gummy inch of your cunt tries to keep him inside, clenching when he bumps your sensitive spots, making tight heat pool in your stomach. It's such a heavy pressure, unyielding, and deadly the way it shocks pleasure up your spine with each inch of movement. You come on his cock without meaning too, the orgasm too deep and wanting for you to anticipate, it breaks through you and König whines at the squeeze of your walls around him.

"Meine Königin," he rumbles, the very air, the click of his claws and teeth, the rustle of his fur and spines, seem to speak for him, "if you don't relax it's going to hurt."

You take a shaking breath and tip your head back to look up at the monster over you. His eyes are red, his teeth like tombstones. You stick your tongue out for him, your lips parted and your eyes bleary with barely contained tears. He smiles, and dips down to shove his tongue down your throat, the appendage wiggling inhumanly to stretch your poor throat the way his cock has stretched your pussy. He only pulls away when your lungs are starting to burn and your vision is starting to darken at the edges. You suck in a breath as he pulls you up the length of his cock and shoves you back down. The burn of it rips through you, and you scream for the whole forest to hear.

"Little masochist," König chastises, "of course you'd want it to hurt."

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x f!reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig x reader #stomach bulge #mdni #fae!könig #monster!könig #monster!konig #fae au #i cannot explain myself #then he fills her with so much come she can barely move #and i am forced into a convent for my sins #monster fucker ghoul is so real

[staarboyyy]

a worthy test

mark hoffman x gender neutral reader

18+ scenarios / characters - minors dni

tags / warnings ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!!

summary ; you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined

word count ; 1.6k

a/n; blame this fic on @sehtoast and all of cozy corner for being such lovely encouraging folk :) anyways enough mushy shit, take the long awaited nasty stuff!

You awoke to a strange sensation. Everything in the past 18 hours had been nothing more than a blur, your eyes opening slowly, squinting in the bright light that was forcing its way through your lids. It was a struggle to recall anything, swimming through the cloudy memories to sift out the important ones. You tried turning your head, desperate for some clue as to how you'd ended up in this room, let alone bound to a cold rusty chair.

"Morning Detective."

A familiar voice breathed into the cold air, causing you to jump slightly. You blinked with a harsh squint, eyes struggling to take in the form of the man before you, still adjusting to the dim room. All the while, your heart pounded in your chest as the large silhouette revealed itself. It was Mark - You and your team had been after him for months ever since you learned of his betrayal. His piercing eyes are fixed upon you, his expression hard and emotionless.

He kept his gaze on you as panic began to surface in the flush of your cheeks, blush rushing in your ears. No. This must be a nightmare, a delusion - Anything besides the truth. You struggled for a moment with the fabric gag wrapped around your mouth and jaw, tied behind your head. You were not just desperate to speak, you wanted to scream, to demand a fucking answer for everything as the man stood in front of you, hands behind his back. Was he pleased? His expression was difficult to read, head cocking slightly off to the side as he watched you struggle before him. A smirk pushed at the corner of his full lips, eyebrows twitching slightly - He looked almost confused at your panic and desperation to understand the situation. In his eyes, you should be thankful to still be afraid enough just to worry and wonder, taking in every shuddered breath with rousing appreciation. At this, you wanted to feel sick. You wanted to.

      The cold leather of his gloved sent rolling chills over the backs of your arms, hairs on your neck at a sharp standstill. He was your colleague. He had always been cold, brutally honest for the sake of what you thought had been good. Surely there had to be something good still in the man before you, who now wore a prowling gaze like a stalking predator. Your teeth grit at the red fabric tied tightly around your head, trying to bite back the words that roared in your mind - No way in hell you'd break first.

      "Somethin' wrong?"

     His voice was quiet, his body stilling as he walked behind you, gloved hands resting on your shoulders. The leather was cold, his thumbs digging uncomfortably hard into your back, causing you to grunt slightly.

      "You look like you've seen a ghost, sugar." 

     Mark's hands slid over your body, taking little time to savor how you felt under his hands, his fingers beginning to slowly unlatch your wrists from the chair. It wasn't hesitant, the movement was practiced - He knew his presence alone kept you pinned to the spot. No binds needed, not with the pooling arousal that now flushed your cheeks and mind, your thighs shifting uncomfortably in the rusting chair. The man's steps echoed through the dark warehouse, now facing you with a strangely bored expression, eyes darting towards your bound ankles. The detective pulled in a slow breath as your heartbeat rushed in your ears, tilting his head as he kept his gaze on your ankles.

     "You gonna be good?"

He didn't bother to look towards you as he spoke, practically speaking to himself as he slowly knelt before you. It would be so easy, you thought. To run, to push him away and fight him off. The latches came undone, and he rose to his full height once again. He shadowed over your figure, shoulders wide and dress shirt buttons straining, sleeves rolled over his thick forearms; There was no fight worth trying for, not as he pulled you like a ragdoll from the chair and pressed your cheek against the brick wall.

     Your blood ran cold. You were in over your head. You could feel Mark's grasp on your hips, thumbs rubbing over the protruding bones with a perverse hunger. His hands were able to cover your entire lower back, shamelessly palming at your ass. “Wait, just-” Your voice was silenced when one of the older man’s hands slid up your clothed back, fingers tangling in your hair for a moment, savoring the sudden sound of skin against skin. With a strangled gasp, Mark's fingers tightened on your hair, making a fist and forcing your body against his own; Somewhere in Mark’s mind, he could hear your screaming. Your abundant surprised gasps and yelps would surface over his clouded mind, as he watched you struggle helplessly, wincing at your outcries. With a clench of his jaw, he felt a proud smile prod at the corners of his lips, the thoughts brushing past him. He had just sunken half way inside, yet the strange pulling burn of being stretched open planting a growing arousal. Sweat rolled down his back in beads, bending in pools with his tensing body as he ruthlessly used you, pinned underneath him. You had been a vice on Mark's cock, suffocating your mind and body with an insatiable hunger, a chemical greed to be adequately filled and used, to be bred without gentle caresses or soft words. The man released your hair, reaching forward towards your throat and clasping his fingers tightly around it, using grip as leverage to tear through you even deeper. Every inch of your body roared in numbing desire, twitching as your senses ricocheted voraciously. You arched your back eagerly into the man above you, tears stinging your bottom lashes to fall as Mark remorselessly gripped your throat, ceasing the gasps instantly. The line between pleasure and pain began to blur as your vision did, eyes rolling shut, squeezing them closed as you endured the desperate assault, body licked and abused by unwavering flames and large animalistic hands - The smell of cologne smothered your consciousness, tears casing your flushed cheeks as strangled gasps emerged from your throat. Though you couldn't sense the words gathering in your mind, nor taste them leave your frantic lips, you could feel them in the air; The unabashed begging, pleading Mark not to stop. You sobbed bit hard onto the saliva soaked gag between your lips, aimless and muffled as Mark's pace began to slow.

     "Don't stop,"

    Mark's large hand glided over your hips, tracing down your arms to wrap over both your wrists. He gave a punctuating thrust forward, bottoming out inside of you with a strangled moan, head dipping forward as he pulled your body against his own. You were a toy to him, his hands exploring your body, groping your thighs and sliding his digits past your gag, groaning quietly at the feeling of your tongue against his gloved fingers. Your body was shaking, glazed in sweat as you stood on your tippy-toes to keep up with the man who so effortlessly pulled you into his demanding thrusts. His cock twitched as you squirmed, body wanting so badly to fight the pleasure that now threatened to spill over.

     "You're gonna be the death of me - So fuckin' tight,"

     Mark slammed his hips forward with every word, his hold on your wrists tightening, pulling you away from the wall to press impossibly deeper into you. Your body seared with pleasure and pain, rousing a euphoric heat to spark and glaze itself on your skin - It was electric, how he handled your full weight; No, not just handled it, he insisted it. He wanted you, all of you. He wanted you in tears, drool rolling down your lips as you beg for more in that precious muffled whimper. His cock pulsed inside you, thrusts becoming messy as he watched your ass push snugly against his hips, bouncing back, desperate for even more. No words could properly describe what you craved from the other, your body shaking and knees threatening to buckle underneath your weight, sweat dripping from your temples and jaw. It was a hot blinding spark, your body quaking as your scream pitched up to break, echoing throughout the abaonded warehouse. It didn't matter if you were limp, mind numb and broken as he kept your body tight against his own.

     "You're mine. Understand that?"

     You couldn't respond, hardly registering his voice until the leather palm came to slap hard against your flushed cheek. Your eyes flew open in shock, pulling in a deep gasp, only to be cut off by his hand gripping your throat.

     "Thaat's right, you're all mine - Fuck baby,"

     Marks euphoria reached it's peak, eyes glued to your body rutting shamelessly against him as his cock spilled messily into you. He fucked his cum deep, keeping ahold of you with a grasp sure enough to leave flowering bruises. He gasped sharply, eyes sliding shut as they rolled back, lips hanging open; You were his, entirely. Even as you woke from a fading haze, thighs messily stained with cum and flowered with large bruises, you were still wrapped in a thick quilt. It didn't matter where you were, your mind spinning as the cold puncture of a sedative filled needle pushed into your forearm. You would have atleast opened your eyes to see the perpetrator, but the feeling of his leather gloves against your skin had become a familar one.

     "Sleep well, detective."

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[cheolism]

gentlemen do it in cars

joshua hong x female reader

summary: joshua decides to take you in the car after you bring him home to meet your parents.

wc is approx 2k

genre: smut, established relationship. minors do not interact. not edited bc i love to reread it later and see all my errors

warnings: reader has female anatomy. pet names (good girl, baby), use of slut (not derogatory). car sex (magical car seats that are big enough). fingering, finger sucking; unprotected sex. "gentleman" joshua vs dom josh. slightly mean joshua.

"Aw," Joshua cooed, one of his hands leaving to grab your phone. He unlocked it using his birthdate, reading off the message that had just pinged you. "It's from your mom. 'We absolutely loved having Joshua over and can't wait to see the two of you again! If you ask me, he's definitely a keeper. It's nice seeing you with someone who knows how to treat you right.'"

Joshua chuckled, tossing your phone back up front. He leaned back over you, his hand returning to where it had been fisted in your hair. All the while his fingers continued their pace inside of you.

He fingered you tortuously with long, perfect thrusts that hit you in all the right spots. The drag of his fingers against your walls had your toes curling, fingers scrambling against the seat for some sort of hold.

Josh brought his face down to your neck, running his lips over your skin. His voice was low when he spoke, but no less melodic, filling your ears and sending fluid from your cunt. "What do you think, baby? Think I know how to treat you right?"

He accentuated his words by thrusting his fingers into you in one swift movement, brutally hitting that spot inside of you that had you whining in his ears like a whore.

Josh mouthed along your skin, teeth skimming and sending your nerves on edge in anticipation for his bite.

It was so hot. He hadn't unclothed you all the way, your hoodie hanging off of one arm to reveal your torso, your pants pushed down around your ankles. Josh was completely dressed still, only his hair mused from where you couldn't help but sink your fingers in whenever he kissed you.

Josh laughed as you let out a high moan, arching your back into his hands. He began picking up the movement of his fingers, the pace becoming hurried, abusing your g-spot relentlessly.

"If only they could see their perfect little girl," he hummed, nose brushing along the tendon in your neck. Josh pressed an open-mouthed kiss there before trailing his mouth along your collar. "See her getting split open by my fingers in the back of my car on some dirt road."

Josh removed his fingers from you, a long, high whine of protest escaping your lips. Josh shushed you, pressing a kiss to your mouth. He settled his hand back in your cunt, skimming circles over the hood of your clit. "Settle down, baby. Just need you to cum for me before I fuck you, okay? You know how hard it is for me to fit if we don't."

You nodded, panting as his thumb expertly maneuvered to your clit. Josh's lips returned to your neck, kissing and sucking.

"Josh," you whispered, your throat refusing to allow your voice to go any higher. You repeated his name, trying to lift your hips.

"Let me handle it." Josh swiftly shoved his fingers back into your cunt. You clenched around them greedily, eager to have something filling you again. His thumb settled on your clit, finally, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his digits.

"Easy, baby," he laughed, eyes bright as he watched you grind against his fingers desperately. "If you calm down I'll do all the work for you."

Once you were settled, Josh went about making good on his promise. His fingers hit your g-spot with every single thrust; his thumb grinded down on your clit in time.

You tossed your head back against the seat, eyes shutting. Your panting rose in volume as he continued his attack, your body constantly searching out his hand. It felt so good, heat and pressure building.

It sounded so lewd. Your cunt sucked him in audibly, squelching around his fingers. You could hear his mouth working against your neck, the way his breath seemed to get heavier with every passing second.

"Josh, Josh, Josh --"

He breathed against your neck, warm air making you shiver. He hummed, tongue leaving his mouth and running along your breast. Josh began to suck a hickey into the plush flesh there, ignoring the little sob that left you.

"Josh, Josh, please."

Josh laughed pityingly. "Okay, baby. You can cum now."

His fingers were fast and harsh, his thumb never leaving your clit as he played with it meanly. It was so much, it was all so much. The feeling of heat trapped between the two of you, the pressure building and mounting, the electricity that seemed to come from his thumb as it bullied your clit.

Then Josh was biting down on your breast, teeth sinking in. You let out a loud moan, back arching into him, the tension in your gut snapping and sending a flood of release out of your cunt.

Josh worked you through your orgasm, humming softly and pressing kisses against your sweaty temple. Once you settled, chest heaving, he slowly brought his hand from your cunt.

When you whined he laughed, obviously pleased at your neediness. Josh's fingers settled on your lower lip, tugging. "Open up."

Obediently you parted your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth. You loved the weight of them on your tongue, loved how they filled up your mouth and made you constantly work your throat in an attempt to take them both.

Sucking, you drank in your juices and clean off his fingers. Josh's eyes, which were normally so soft and sweet and kind, were hooded and dark, watching you with satisfaction.

Josh took his fingers from your mouth, though you attempted to follow them. Josh laughed then, and not able to help himself, leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "So needy, aren't you, baby? Don't worry, I'll give you something better than my fingers."

He pulled away from you, kneeling on the seat. You watched, entranced, as his long fingers worked at the button and zipper of his jeans. Watching Josh take his clothes off was always something that had you drooling, eyeing as his forearm muscles worked, muscles flexing and veins bulging.

Josh shoved his pants down to his knees, moving back between your thighs. He lifted your lower half, one of his hands tugging down your sweats as he went. You lifted your hips, helping him. Once your pants were off, his large hands settled on the small of your back. "Okay baby, you ready?"

At your nod, Josh slowly began to push inside of you. Your cunt was still loose from his fingers, but that didn't stop Joshua's dickhead from catching on your hole. You winced at he continued to push, your hole protesting.

Then your cunt gave, his cock sliding in. You let out a soft whine, feeling it stretch out your walls. Immediately you were met with the delicious feeling of being full. It was like something had been missing all this time and it was Joshua's cock that cured that feeling.

Joshua stopped once his hips were flush against you, his dick settled inside of you. His dickhead brushed against your g-spot with every shift, drawing little whimpers out of you.

"That's it, baby," Joshua murmured. His eyebrows were furrowed, jaw tight in an effort to keep himself still as your cunt stretched itself around his dick, getting used to the intrusion. "Good girl."

Your mouth parted at the praise, your hips involuntarily twitching, pussy clenching. Joshua let out a low swear, his fingers digging into you.

"Josh," you whined, trying to wiggle your hips against him in an effort to get Joshua to move. "Please move, Josh."

Slowly Joshua began to pull out of you, the drag of his cock against your walls making your cunt clench around his dick in an attempt to keep him nestled inside.

"Fuck," Joshua swore. "Your cunt's so tight."

Once his dickhead caught on your rim, Joshua adjusted. His hands settled on your hips, holding you up. You braced your feet against the seat, trying to help him.

Then Joshua snapped his hips forward at the same time as he dragged your hips towards him, impaling you on his dick. You couldn't help but let out a cry, back arching and toes curling.

Each thrust was met with him dragging your hips, using his strength to manipulate his body to his will. He used you like a toy, like a sleeve, nothing more than a means to an end.

His fingers dug into your flesh, nails catching. Every time his hips met cunt you clenched, fluid gushing from your cunt. He harshly fucked into you, the head of his dick abusing your g-spot, hitting it with the expertise of a man who had long memorized your body.

Joshua leaned over you, releasing your hips. He pulled out of you entirely, and immediately your eyes narrowed in on his cock. It slapped against his stomach, tall and angry, glistening with your juices.

His hands returned to your hips, and you allowed Joshua to turn you over and onto your knees. You pressed your head down onto the seat, huffing, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

His dick slid into you easily, your cunt thoroughly stretched. Joshua draped himself over your back, putting himself flush against you once more. It was hot, too hot, especially with his body trapping the heat between you two.

You said nothing, however. You just listened to the sound of his pants as he filled you, tilting your neck when he began pressing kisses along it. Joshua's lips trailed over your shoulder blades, moving to follow along your back.

Then Joshua lifted himself off of you, his hands settling on your hips. With less urgency than before he began to slide into you with long, careful thrusts that had you softly crying out, rocking your hips back into him.

It felt delicious the way his cock hit your core, the drag of his length against your walls. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin just as lewd as the noises of your cunt.

You were going to have to clean the seats, you faintly realized as your juices gushed from you.

Joshua huffed, moving again to place a foot on the floorboards. When he began thrusting it was powerful, intentional. Every thrust was planned and calculated, Joshua seeking out your release alongside his own.

"Gonna cum in my car, baby?" He cooed, one of his hands moving from your hips. His fingers skimmed along your skin as he moved his hand around, trailing across your stomach as he set out for your clit. "Gonna soak my car seats like a desperate little slut?"

You nodded against the seats, eyes squeezed shut. When his forefingers pressed against your clit you couldn't help the little scream that left you. You could faintly hear Joshua chuckle. "What a good girl you are, letting me fuck you like this. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Nodding, you let out a soft little moan. Joshua's fingers began rubbing against your clit furiously, his hips picking up pace as he drove into you. He was almost harsh with it, the way he used you.

"Say it for me," he murmured, voice nearly lost to the squelches of your cunt, the slap of his balls against the back of your thighs. "Say it, baby."

"'m a good --" You broke off, mouth involuntarily parting at a particularly good thrust. With a gasp, you continued. "'m a good girl."

"Yes you are." Joshua took your clit between his fingers and squeezed, your body jolting at the roughness. You were cumming before you realized it, however, heat rushing through you and blinding you.

When you came back, Joshua was holding you on his lap. You could feel his cum leaking from your hole, combining with your own orgasm and leaving your thighs soaked.

Both of his arms were around you, your head on his shoulder. Joshua was humming softly, hands gently carding through your hair.

"Joshie?" At his little noise of acknowledgement, you pulled back just enough to look up at him. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat, eyes slightly tired from the sex. But still he smiled gently, as if he hadn't just fucked your cunt in a car.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He raised a hand, brushing the hair that had stuck to your face from sweat away. "Doing okay?"

You nodded against him, moving to press a kiss to his neck. You let him continue holding you, his soft little song filling your ears.

#my writing #svthub #svt #svt x reader #svt oneshot #svt smut #svt fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong oneshot #joshua hong smut #joshua hong fic #svt joshua x reader #svt joshua fic #svt joshua oneshot #svt joshua smut

[elfven-blog]

Let me help

Summary: You put your stepbrother in his place

RE2 Sub!Stepbrother!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

CW: MDNI, 18+, STEPCEST, fingers, thigh riding (leon), mutual masturbation, slight breeding, female anatomy for reader. Leons a bit of a brat? Readers a little mean, if your squint. If I have missed anything please let me know Credit Inspiration: @angelscoda and @lipglossanon​

Just because I write this does not mean I condone it in real life.

Word count: 2.5K

Your world came crashing down the day your father remarried, not in a ‘she’ll never be my mum!!’ way but more in ‘oh fuck, I’m stuck with that ass as a stepbrother’ way. You really disliked him; ever since high school and it was a breath of fresh air when you moved for university. And then when you moved back after finishing your degree, just until you got your own place you said, you were forced into a house with him.

Him. And his stupid grin, and stupid pretty blue eyes and stupid soft blonde hair that made your fingers twitch to touch it. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t loathing. But these thoughts didn’t mean you wanted to be friendly with him. Did it mean you wouldn’t have minded fucking his brains out? Until he was begging you after you’d put him in his place. Because that’s what he needed, he’s such a brat just because he’s a little older and thinks he can boss you around.

What you’d give to have him whimpering below you, tears falling from his eyes as he bucks his hips up, his bottom lip trembling as he looks at you with pleading eyes to do something, anything. Your head shakes to rid you of the thoughts as you continue to clean the fireplace, until the cloth was snatched out your hand.

You turn with a disgruntled noise, and there stand you stepbrother before you with that smug grin on his face as he holds the cloth far above your head “Awe, what’s up lil sis, can’t reach?” his taunting only made you want to put him in his place more, show him exactly what you could reach. With a roll of your eyes, you lifted to reach for the material, and he pulled backward with a snicker. A scoff left your mouth as you surged forward again, grabbing his arm to pull you up as he moved his arm to knock yours off and push you away slightly.

“Leon, will you just give me the damn thing!” There was an undeniable frustration in your voice as you spoke causing his grin to grow further as he bent his head mockingly at you. He stepped towards you and held the cloth out, a pout on his mouth. You roll your eyes, knowing this is some sort of trap as it always is, but still, something compels you to reach out. And of course, he steps back immediately taking the cloth with him as your face contorts into a displeased frown.

Both of you let out a short yell as Leon miscalculates how far he steps back, his hand reaching to grab at you in an attempt to steady himself but instead causing the both of you to fall onto the floor. “Ah shit” Leon groaned as you landed on him, your own curses falling from between your lips. With an annoyed sigh you moved to get up but were stopped by hold of Leons hand on your shirt as your thigh grazed just between his legs.

A soft moan escaped him, eyes closed as his hips pressed down against your thigh. Surprise flooded you veins at the sound and movement, before you caught your bottom lip between your teeth and pressed your thigh against him more causing more of those lovely sounds to fall from him. His fingers curled further into your shirt before he pushed himself away as if he’d just been stabbed. A bright red blush settled over his face as his eyes shot open “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, we shouldn’t”.

His words floated in your mind as you crawled after him, eye clouded with lust. One of your hands rested near his waist while the other traced lightly up the fabric clinging to his thigh, his breath catching in his throat at the feather touch. The blue of his eyes was being swallowed by his pupils the closer you got “It’s okay, big brother, just let me help” his head fell back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he looked at you. The dirtiest thoughts going through his mind as he looked down his little stepsisters shirt, the sight of your tits only causing his cock to strain in his jeans.

Your fingers tracing the outline of his erection was all it took for his mouth to fall open with a groan and he was nodding. His thighs twitching under your touch as you move your thigh to its previous position, pressing close enough for him to feel the pressure and rut his hips down against your own thigh. Attention was focused on the way he pressed himself to your leg before you moved forwards to catch his mouth in a messy kiss, tongue licking into his tongue as the whines leaving him were smothered by your lips.

Leon moved his hands to his zipper, the sound catching your attention as you pulled away and stopped his hands. Eyes darkening as you glanced him up and down “Oh no no” he whined at your words, brow furrowing in confusion as you pulled his hands away and applied more pressure with your thigh “You’re such a fucking brat, you’re gonna cum like this” his eyes widened at the idea, mouth opening with no words coming out before a pout formed on his lip.

He never knew such words could flow from your mouth, but how it sounded so sweet with such honey coated words dripping such sin and God did he want ore, he’d do anything to hear more. His bottom lip trembled as he pouted “Please, ‘m sorry, wanna fuck your cunt so bad please little sister”. The smirk that grew on your face alerted him to how his pleads wouldn’t work, not tonight anyway.

“Awe, my poor brother! Need sisters pussy to cum, huh?” your hand moved to his hip guiding him to fuck against your thigh “prove how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll let you try to fill me up” a sneer replaced the smirk on your lips as you looked at him with dark eyes, only serving to make him grind his cock down onto your thigh as his eyes glanced down your top again “Doubt you could do anything though”.

You watched as his hips moved in a rushed pace, his breath becoming uneven as he humped at your thigh. The fabric of his boxers sticking to him below his jeans from the weeping precum, a dark spot growing on his jeans as his hands clawed to grasp at your waist. His fingers sinking into the soft skin as he pulled you closer “please, I will. I’ll fill you, so good, promise I can”. The words he spoke caused your clit to throb and slick to fill your panties at how he begged and promised.

His hips still pushed against your thigh, the rough fabric giving him just the right amount of friction you guided him with your hand on his hip “Be good, and then I’ll think about it” a low moan fell from his parted lips as his head lolled back on his lip pulled between his teeth. His thighs trembled and his pace stuttered as the dark spot grew larger on his jeans, your grin widening as you realised he came, tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh god, fuck, I didn’t, I’ve never, not that quickly” the words tumbled from his mouth as he looked at you with confusion flooding his eyes, the pink dusting his cheeks grew darker and his hands gripped you that bit harsher. Your tongue darted out to wet your lip as a hand moved to soothe at his cheek, Leon immediately leaning into your palm. He watched as your eyes drooped into a half-lidded expression and something flashed through them before you leaned forward and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth, tongue darting between parted lips.

Leon took your tongue into his mouth, sucking onto it with desperation as he pulled you closer until your straddling him and he’s grinding up into you “I’ve been good, gonna let me fuck your pussy? Yea you are, right? Please, need it, want it” His hands travelled from their place on your waist to cup between your thighs, your own moan built in your throat at the feeling of him palming at you before you pull away and stop his hand.

He pretends to try and tug his hand out your grasp, a fake groan of annoyance leaving him before he gave up and looked at you with a pout. There was something about having your fresh police academy graduate of a stepbrother, whose built of lithe muscle underneath you almost crying for you to just sit on his cock that makes you soak your underwear. “No, I never said I would let you. I said I’d think about it” you moved his hand to slide under your skirt so he can feel the dampness gathered on your panties, the pads of his fingers trace along your lips covered by the fabric.

“But I was good, wasn’t I? Did what you asked and everything, please little sister. Need to cream your cunt, please, wanna breed you so badly. Just use my cock, please.” The sudden words from him caused your eyes to widen slightly before your lips downturned into a mocking pout, much like he had done earlier that night.

“Oh yeah? Wanna breed your little sisters pussy, huh? Think you deserve it after everything you’ve done? Because I don’t.” Leon whined that you were being unfair, his fingers pressing against the hidden bundle of nerves separated by the fabric. You tutted at him, shaking your head slowly “keep whining like this, and you won’t get anything more” that shut him up.

You could see the defiance building in his eyes again as he moved your panties to the side, fingers slipping into the wetness and causing your legs to tense from the sudden touch as you stared at each other, you watched as his mouth opened no doubt with some kind of bratty comeback which stopped in his throat as you palmed at his dick, sensitive from the quickly spun orgasm you had given him.

With the response dead on his tongue, his hips stuttered up again into your palm and his fingers moved to gather slick from your hole before moving to swirl at your throbbing clit causing a low moan to fall from your mouth as you pulled his zipper down and your hand moved into his boxers. Fingers wrapping around the hot wet skin of his filled-out cock, his breath thickening at the touch of your hand as you pulled him out his boxers.

The sight almost had you drooling as you rolled his foreskin back, his head was the prettiest red you’d seen add the ropes of his previous orgasm and you could sit there licking at him for hours. But not today, maybe another you thought as you used the cum covering your palm to move your hand up and swipe over the angry red tip, drawing one of those pretty whines out of him as his own fingers continued circling your clit.

As your hand slowly made its way down his cock, his fingers changed to the same pace, sliding through the wetness gathered to the pulsing hole. You leant forward, legs shaking from the pleasure as his finger teased round the entrance, your head leaning on his shoulder as you squeezed at his base, and he groaned before pushing two fingers into you. “Oh fuck” tumbled from your mouth at the stretch, eyes watching as his cock kicked in your hold and his hips bucked up. “See, knew you could be good if you tried hard enough”

His breath was short in your ear as he tried to reply, fingers working themselves in you as the sound of your slick filled the house, the new pace causing your thighs to squeeze together as you rocked down on his fingers. But not being one to be outdone, you squeezed the base again before shlick schlick shlick rang out and you set a harsher pace that had him almost panting as his head fell against yours. Leons hand moved slightly, and you moaned at the new angle before his palm pressed to your clit and your hips immediately pressed into the friction.

Your other hand moved, causing you to place your entire weight on him as a finger moved to lightly trace at the head of his fat cock, a deep groan rolling through his chest at the feeling, his cock jerking under your touch as he felt the wet of your tongue dart out to his skin “Look at you like” yours hips continued riding on his palm “So pretty and quiet, bet this was all you needed big brother. Someone to take care of you” his nose pressed into your hair as his fingers delved deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside before curling. A high whine leaving you at the feeling of an impending orgasm building.

“No, not someone. Need you little sister, need you to put your big brother in his place” and with the way his hips piston up into your hands at his own words, and the leaking precum dripping down over your fingers you knew he was close again. For a moment you contemplate pulling away, but the way he looks and the dirty words flowing from his mouth stops you. His hand pushes up again as your soft walls clench around him.

“Well, aint that sweet, just needed my help big brother” your finger moves over the head of his cock again and that’s what pushes him over the edge “There we go, that’s it. Let go for your little sister” your attention is on the way he throbs in your hand, hot ropes of sticky cum covering your hand as his head lolls back and he whines deep in his throat. And he just keeps going, thighs twitching next to your own as he covers your hand and his jeans, his hand moves slightly from its position, his thumb coming to play with your pulsing clit as his fingers continue their assault on your soaking hole.

Your orgasm follows not too long after his, gushing out around his hand as it covers your thighs before he’s pulling out. His eyes are still closed as you move to arrange your ruined underwear again, eyes glancing over the way he looks. He feels you moving back and opens his eyes to watch as you stand before his hands reaching for you “Wait, where going?”

A grin grows on your face as you grab the cleaning cloth and throw it at him “I’m going to go shower; you’re going to clean this up before the parents come home” and with that you’re turning on your feet and heading for the stairs. Hearing him yell out that it’s unfair as you shrug and continue to the bathroom.

“Guess you should have thought about that”.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #Stepbrother!LeonKennedy #Stepbrother!Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon kennedy x female reader #Resident evil 2 x reader #resident evil 2 Leon #RE2!Leon x reader

[onmyyan]

I'm sorry my but my friend brought the delicious idea to my attention and it made me lose my mind a little

Also ik his anatomy ain't accurate but we're gonna ignore logic for a bit okay?

Spot using his powers to fuck you from anywhere anytime.

You're settling in for bed, laying on your soft tummy, left thigh cocked up, your arms tucked underneath your pillow, the summer heat was unforgiving so you opted out of a blanket tonight something the multiversal villain outside your window was very grateful for.

The short little pj's you had on had shifted in your sleepy movement as you readied for bed. Spot felt goosebumps shoot across his body or at least what he remembers the sensation of them feeling like, a shudder runs through his chest, swallowing thickly at the sight of your creamy looking legs.

God if still had the ability to he'd sink his teeth straight into them, especially on the tender meat of your inner thighs, he could imagine the sweet noises that would leave your lips if he only could.

He takes a choppy breath, his body shivering in anticipation as he brings his fingers to the portal on his face, deep within that darkness was his tongue, he opens his mouth, wrapping his long mutated tongue around the two appendages, soaking them with his spit, he pants, creating a small portal and sticking his hand through, he trembles as he pushes your underwear to the side, his free hand gripping his thigh so tight it left welts as his right pointer finger gently traces your lips.

A whine builds in the back of his throat as he circles your clit in figure eights. His head growing fuzzy as you buck into his touch, "There we go- that feels good doesn't it?" He whispers to himself, his free hand stroking his pulsing length, he hisses, thumb toying with the slit in the head, a constant stream of pre drips from the weeping tip.

The noises coming from his throat are sinful. He has three long fingers curling in and out of your cunt, the way your hot walls clenched down around him had his wrists pumping even faster, he could feel your slick cunt gushing around him, you were soaking his hand, his long, monstrous tongue rolling out of the portal in his face, drool dripping from the appendage.

He can't help himself, opening another portal he sticks his tongue through and flicks the dripping tip of it inside you along side his fingers, you feel him hum happily at the taste, your eyes slamming shut as he begins inching the wet tongue deep within you, reaching further even than his long fingers.

He can hear you wailing through your cracked window, his long, thick tongue begins ruthlessly slamming against the spongy spot inside your trembling core. Each brush against the sensitive spot had you yelping, your thighs shake as the force from his ministrations pushed your hips into your mattress.

He makes you cum around his tongue and fingers two times before his cock is aching too much too ignore for any longer, he uses both hands to spread your ass and hold your hips up, he gives your plump ass a loving squeeze, it almost feels tender. And that's the only warning you get before he's sinking inside, he throws his head back a deep, animalistic groan comes from his stomach, his hands grip your soft flesh that much tighter and he's immediately pussydrunk.

Stuffing you to the brim, his breath heaving as he humps himself against the wall of the roof across from your window, a gutteral growl of your name leaves him as his hips immediately set a frenzied pace, your eyes roll back, fingers gripping the sheets as you arch your back, rolling your ass into his brutal thrusts.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echo throughout your room, you can't see anyone behind you, but there's no denying the thick cock pounding deep within your gummy cunt, a pool of your arousal gushes out everytime he thrusts, a trail dripping out of your core and down your thighs, a dark puddle forming beneath you.

Your moans bounce off the walls of your room, and just a few feet away Spot is groaning and whimpering as his fingers drag lines through the concrete wall he's holding onto for dear life, "S-Shit! Hah oh, oh baby girl!"

He knocks the air from you with every thrust, your moans are borderline pornographic as you feel another gush of your cum spurt out around the fat cock bullying it's way inside you.

#the spot #atsv spot #spot x reader #spot smut

[comatosebunny09]

Freak [ Pt. 1 ]

Genres: Smut, Modern AU

Warnings: Female Reader, Female Anatomy, Reader Has Box Braids, Explicit Language, Dry Humping, Biting, Light Spanking, Naughty Things Done Outdoors, Blue Balls, OOC Kyojuro, MDNI!

Musical Inspiration: This entire playlist.

Tag! You're it! @asirensrage @nanaoise08squad @potofstewie @cherryblossomsenpai @yeahitzally @superluckystar @goatman-againstgod

Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

It would be on the hood of his convertible, the aluminum still warm beneath the fat of your ass. 

The residual heat pales in comparison to that of the massive hands kneading, pinching, and lifting your bum off his Challenger in his haste to feel every inch of you.

Nonetheless, the warmth is a pleasant contrast to the chill of the night air tossing your hair and ruffling the polyester of your dress. The arctic wind shaking your little neighborhood on its axis does nothing to deter the Adonis nestled between your legs. He’s on a mission to brand you in every way, shape, and form, your neighbors be damned.

“K-Kyo,” you keen, light and breathless, his teeth embedding themselves into the column of your throat. 

On instinct, you crane your head back, the coarseness of your braids tickling your exposed shoulder blades. There’s a smile curving your painted lips. Carbon-black lashes fluttering, his name surfing on your tongue in a quiet hymnal. 

Your fingers sift through the delicate hairs of his nape, urging him closer. Though your jean jacket, hooked around your elbows—he’d yanked it southward in his eagerness to taste you—sadly inhibits your movements.

“A little busy here, darling,” he huffs, blazing a trail down the curve of your shoulder with his mouth. 

His kisses are wet, chaste, and open-mouthed whilst his hands embark on a journey to the swell of your hips. He sinks his canines into your collarbone, the prickle of them tearing a quivering sigh from your lips. Your hands thunk against the bonnet of his car behind you to keep you upright whilst he moves to pay homage to the other side of your neck.

The blond rubs languid circles into the bones of your hips, calloused palms continuing their excursion to your full, bared thighs as if unearthing treasure. Kyojuro hooks his hands into the bends of your knees, suddenly tugging you forward until your nether regions collide, ripping a gasp from your lungs. He cups your thighs in his hands. Isn’t at all subtle as he grinds against you, his weighted girth stroking your clothed cunt to life.

He mouths your jugular. Suckles on the meat of your shoulder, breathing the most sinister words into your flesh. How desperately he wants to fuck you. How devastatingly sexy you are, saying his name like that. 

The car rocks as he pistons his hips against you, sweat beading on his temple whilst he buries his face into the junction of your shoulder, panting wetly. 

“F-fu-huck, Kyo,” you moan, your arms coming up to encircle his neck, nails rooting into the blades of his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. 

He holds your thighs spread eagle, fingers cratering the undersides—you’re sure blue-violet petals will bloom in their wake come morning. His breaths are choppy whilst he continues his onslaught of thrusts, his pelvis seemingly moving of its own volition.

You’ve missed him dearly. His profession often drags him to remote parts of the world, far from the safety of your arms, into the dangerous world of demon slaying. You’ve had nothing but the company of cold sheets and an empty, king-sized bed this past month. So, of course, you aren’t initially opposed to the attention. 

Outside. Unfettered. Raw.

That is until the wind picks up its tempo, and the telltale slamming of a screen door nearby brings you hurtling back to the present.

“Kyo, baby,” you plead, clawing at the lapels of his shirt. 

It’s hard to keep afloat, your cunt twitching, nipples tightening beneath the soft lace of your bra. If your lover forges on, you might just cum from the friction and heat alone.

Kyojuro hums in response, his voice like sandpaper, the undulations of his hips never faltering. 

“As much as I would love to continue,” a heave of breath, “would you mind if we took this party—hah—inside?”

You tug on his shirt to bring him to a standstill when your words don’t seem to faze him. He fitfully pulls away, hair tussled and irises gleaming like dual flames in the sepia glow of your porch light. You have to bite your lip at the sight, your boyfriend resembling a beast disturbed in the midst of its meal. When your eyes lock, your gaze flits over his shoulder, catching your nosy, elderly neighbor scuttling onto her porch, a grimace taking residence on her face.

Kyojuro searches your eyes. Needs no more indication, releasing you with a weighted sigh. Your legs slack against the bumper, the strain of your muscles ebbing into a dull throb. Your jacket pools around your wrists, and the flap of your dress falls back between your legs. Your baby hairs stick to your forehead, exhaustion taking possession of your features. With a brawny arm wound around the small of your back, he shepherds you the rest of the way down, your slick skin squeaking against the polymer.

Your chuckle stains the atmosphere whilst he pulls you into his arms. Peppers your mouth with kisses, promising the best of things into the swell of your lips. He swats your ass playfully when you maneuver past, ushering you beneath the awning of your carport into the sanctity of your home.

—

It creeps beneath the surface of your skin like a snake sidewinding through the sand, anticipation pooling in the chasm of your belly, sending little thrills careening into your center. 

You’ve barely made it through the foyer, your home warm and dark save for the subtle glow of the entryway and stove lights illuminating your path. You feel them when you bend over to undo the straps of your sandals. Polychrome eyes boring into the arc of your ass with an intensity that makes your legs tremble. 

You spin around to face him, your jacket falling into a serpentine pile at your feet, throat dry with sand at the visage that greets you. He’s a few paces off. A hulking mass of muscle, sex, and mahogany prowling towards you like a panther, loafers haphazardly kicked off by the door. 

There’s a thick finger hooked into the collar of his button-down, skillfully undoing each knob without relinquishing eye contact. He cants his head to the side, gaze half-slit, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You could swear that you hear a growl rumbling like thunder through the base of his throat.

He sizes you up as if he intends to devour you, his shirt splayed open, bronze skin peeking out, stretched taut over pectorals and abs. Your stare wanders to the coarse, flaxen trail leading to the rim of his pants. Your eyes conclude their journey at the bulk of him throbbing between his legs. 

It takes every ounce of you not to moan. Not to chew your lip. Not to throw yourself into Kyojuro’s arms, winding your legs around his hips, begging him to fuck you senseless. 

You were raring to go earlier, murmuring obscenities into his neck over dinner, his palm wide and possessive, stroking along the meat of your thigh. But now, there is this fluttering sensation taking hold of your gut. Nervousness, excitement, eagerness, glee. You can’t quite place the feeling. Although, it has been some time since you’ve last felt him.

You stave off the moment, feigning nonchalance with a shrug of your shoulders despite the insistent pounding between your thighs.

“Thirsty?” you offer, taking a cautious step back. 

He matches you with a long stride forward. A predator homing in on its prey. And you are the lamb laid to slaughter. “No.” 

That previous feeling grows tenfold, your blood pumping ferociously in your throat and ears. Your voice grows shrill. Thin and light against the distant hum of the air conditioner. 

“H-hungry?” Another step back until your back thumps against the glacial, textured wall by your kitchen. You’re clawing at it for leverage, your head spinning, spinning. 

Two more steps forward, sinewy arms reaching out to cage you in. Kyojuro spills over you like liquid fire, blotting out everything but him.

“Not at all.”

Your breaths intermingle whilst he leans in, painting a hazy triangle between your eyes and mouth. Hair grazes your shoulder when he ducks beside your jaw, his lips red-hot as he huffs into your ear.

“Is there anything my darling needs before we retire to the bedroom?”

You shake your head numbly in reply, rooted to this spot, your voice and legs refusing to work. 

“Good,” Kyojuro drawls, bending his elbows to bring himself closer, surprise purling through you like waves upon the shore.

He blisters the juncture of your shoulder with lazy kisses. And you nearly sink to the floor, the pheromones charging the air loosening your joints and making your pussy hiccup. He hooks his hands beneath the folds of your knees, effortlessly twining your thighs around his hips. You scramble for purchase of his shoulders, eyes swimming whilst the hard press of his dick finds the apex of your hips. 

“Because when I’m inside you…unnff.” His tone is strained. Abrasive. Crackling like a fire burning through the underbrush. His forehead dips into your shoulder, his thick groan vibrating your skin. Open-mouthed against your flesh, “When I’m inside this pretty little pussy of yours, I am never coming out.”    

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[mysticmellowlove]

Imagining losing out virginity to a sub yandere. Obviously he’s a virgin too. But anyway. We are on our bed kissing him gently grabbing his pretty face and neck licking him. And he’s moaning and whining and whimpering and after that we pull away and look into his eyes and tell him we love him then kiss him again and lift his shirt up. Then after that he’s embarrassed because he feels to exposed but we take his hands off his chest and push him down gently then lay next to him and start kissing down his chest and start to lick his pretty pink nipples. After we have some fun with that we lift our shirt and get on top of him at this point he’s basically crying because he can’t believe this is happening so we wipe his tears and out his hands on our boobs. Once he’s done that for a second we take them out of our bra and he’s in awe because holy shot we actually have titties wow. Now he worked up some courage and lifted him self and started sucking on us and we’re both moaning. As he’s sucking we unbutton his pants to pull them off….. I will let you finish this or write it better that was just the general. Can we maybe also have his thoughts during all this thank you ❤️

half way i started to write in second person and now I wish I did the whole piece in second person. oh well... either way this was great anon. very nice for a hot as fuck day.

warnings; sub yandere, sub male, bottom reader, gn pronouns, fem anatomy, boob job, penetration

he felt lightheaded as his mouth left their nipple with a pop. the light behind their head made them look like an angel, one sent to earth just for him. a dopey smile crossed his face as he took in their heavy breaths. he was the one doing this to them, they felt good because of him.

it was all he ever wanted.

"so fucking hot," he whined before his head stretched out again. his lips latched around the hardened bud as he swiped his tongue over the sensitive skin. their hands wove into his hair as he suckled, bliss filling him at the intimacy. his teeth grazed the side of their nipple, teasing him into wanting to nip down on the bud.

"careful, fuck!" they whined, fingers tightening as they pulled his head back. he let it fall to the pillow below them, giving him access to their face. their eyes were tightly shut, their chest moving up and down with their breaths.

he reminded himself that they were untouched, he was the first to put his hands on them like this, to put his mouth on them. the thought brought shivers down his spine. he watched as their eyes opened, their pupils were blown as they looked down at him with warmed cheeks.

he sat in their gaze for a moment, a shared instance of lust. soon their fingers danced down his bare chest to the waistband of his pants. he followed their movements closely.

all of the hours he spent looking at them, taking in their every preference, changing himself to fit what they'd want. it was paying off. it seemed as if his future was in his grasp, a future with them in it. a future where the two of them could shut out the world. a future where only they'd exist.

their hands pulled his underwear off him. a flush rose to his face as his cock sprung up and lightly slapped his skin. he made sure to breathe, he vowed to himself that he'd never be nervous around them. his whole body belonged to them. no longer did he have the right to be self-conscious. anything theirs was beautiful, everything they owned was beautiful. that included him now, he had been theirs for a while but now it felt real.

gingerly their hand wrapped around him, so light he was barely able to feel the contact. they slid down so their ass was pressed against his calves. his hands shook at his side, his fingers twitching as they looked at him.

their tongue ran across their lip. the pit in his chest flared at the sight, as did his dick jerk. a nervous twitch rocked through him. a soft hum left their mouth as they leaned down. in the small movement their chest brushed across his tip, prompting a groan to leave his throat. they moaned as well, a huff of breath trailing over his navel. he shuddered as their hair brushed against his stomach.

they stopped moving for a moment before he found his head being thrown back from the overwhelming feeling. his cock was surrounded by warmth, the feeling of being completely enveloped made him give off a drawn-out moan. once he regained the ability to lift his head he saw just what they were doing.

their eyes were on his cock as they dragged their tits up and down the shaft ever so slowly. the contact was like electricity. they were so soft, warm, so uniquely them. his eyes slid shut as he let out sinful groans. they seemed to be enraptured in it as well, the way his cock moved and wept in their hold. their eyes were watching him, watching as his cock basically cried for more attention, more of their addictive touch.

"w-wait, wanna.... wanna cum inside..." he managed to get out, his throat feeling hoarse from the sheer pleasure they were giving him. breathily they stopped and their hold on him fell away. painstakingly he rose up to meet their gaze, both of their chests were heaving.

they looked concerned for a second before they gave in, uncertainty flickered over their face. he reached out to them and gently guided them to lie on their back. with a nervous smile, he too removed their underwear. his breath quickened as he looked down at them, this was happening. he was going to be the closest to them as he'd ever been.

while he fumbled at the beginning once his cock was inside them he felt something click. was this what it was going to feel like every time they were intimate with each other? would the same rush of giddiness make his head spin every time?

they groaned underneath him as their arms dug into his waist. he hadn't even noticed that he had stilled, at least that was until they began to drag him closer to them. now flush against their body and buried deep inside them he couldn't help but let his head drop to theirs.

the kiss they gave him was frenzied as he slowly rocked out of them. the loss of warmth made him push back in quickly. now that he had them in his grasp he didn't want to spend time away from them. he wanted to be with them, be inside them, at all times. he'd do anything to keep this feeling for the rest of his fucking life.

"come on, move." even when they were breathless he felt the control they had over him. the want to please them however they felt necessary, he wanted to make them cum, make them happy. so he did, he pushed forwards again and drew back in rhythm. it didn't take long for him to feel the familiar feeling of his climax approaching only now they were the one making him cum.

never again would he need to hide under their windowsill, watching their restful body as he jerked himself off. no more would he have to sit in the cold darkness as his breathing calmed down. he had them now and they were enjoying it. they were enjoying him.

his hips stuttered as he gasped, his orgasm washing over him before he had even gotten the chance to show them all he could do. they stilled their movements too, their eyes shutting as they sighed in bliss. his legs shook as he pulled from them, watching his and their cum drip down their legs.

a clipped whine came from him as he forced his eyes to leave the sight of them before him. he felt like his body was set alight, his senses honed to a sharp point. in a languishing manner their hand grabbed his arm as they tugged him to lie next to them. their hazy eyes roved over to theirs as they breathed in tandem with him.

he couldn't help the smile that rose to his face. in response they only laughed a little, batting his head away from them as they sighed again.

"you know i wouldn't mind doing this again sometime." he almost didn't hear them over his beating heart. still he looked over at them and took in their satisfied face. he did well then, he was able to be good for them. that thought was almost more euphoric than the sex.

"i... hope so too." he couldn't keep the wanton whine from leaving his mouth. next time... there was going to be a next time.

the two of them lay together until sleep eventually swept over them. as soon as their sleepy snores left them he propped himself onto his arm. his eyes looked over their naked body, as much as he didn't want to leave their side he wanted the lights off... and he should probably help them clean up a little bit.

as he pressed his lips against their own he rose from the bed and went to get everything he needed. though he couldn't help but look back on them and ruminate about how good they looked in his bed.

he'd do everything in his power to keep them beside him. especially if they looked that good after bringing him to the brink.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Turning Tables

TW: Cheating. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your dark side comes out when JJ’s girlfriend pays him an unexpected visit and you push his ability to remain quiet…

WORD COUNT: 1100

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

I know you’ve done a couple of reader cheating on her bf with jj but do you think maybe could do jj cheating on his gf instead

And maybe they almost get caught because he keeps telling her she needs to be quiet but she won’t listen

Your dark reader was really good so I just thought maybe you could do this 👉🏽👈🏽

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE THIS ONE DOESN’T DISAPPOINT!

Turning Tables

You were a glutton for punishment and relished in the chaos it brought into your otherwise lackluster life. Risking a reputation all for the feeling of his hands on your body and the release only he could give you, despite your attempts to forget him in the pursuits of other lovers. But the skill set of his tongue, fingers, and anatomy as a whole was enough to ignore the pesky little fact that he wouldn’t leave his girlfriend. In a way, you didn’t mind as it allowed you to release your own frustrations within your sessions of sweat and sensuality without needing to coax his ego.

 But for every reason that this had been wrong, it excited you to that same extent as you basked in the thrill of it all. Stolen glances and forbidden kisses, afternoons and nights wrapped in one another until you were pulled back to reality outside of your ‘bubble’, and it was this need to satiate this taboo carnality that sent his eyes to bulge from his head as he heard his girlfriend’s voice echo throughout The Chateau. 

“JJ? Are you here?” You smiled wicked as his hand was quick to latch across your mouth, his motions slowing just enough to showcase how he was worried to be discovered, while you dug your nails deeper into his back, taking him harder against you. 

“Don’t make a fucking sound…” He threatened once recovering from his own difficulty to remain quiet. But through clenched teeth and the forced silence over your grin, he was able to keep you quiet enough to where the only risk was that of the bed beneath you singing in sporadic squeaks. 

“Fuck!” You belted into his hand as he would glare sharply at you. “YES JJ! YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD INSIDE MY TIGHT LITTLE-” He would withdraw from you, pulling himself off of the bed entirely as you heaved beneath him. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? She is RIGHT-” 

“I saw The Twinkie and The HMS Pogue…J?” You both ignored her. 

“If you were really THAT worried…you wouldn’t be fucking me when you have a girlfriend-” He motioned for you to be quiet as your voice grew just above the whisper he’d needed, as he turned back towards the bedroom door. 

“You keep acting like this and it will be the last time.” He threatened as you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed. 

“You’ve said that before…everytime, as a matter of fact…and yet, everytime, we end up right back here.” He went to rebuttal before you silenced him with your hand wrapped around his cock, still wearing your natural lubrication around him, which acted as an addition to your corkscrew motions. 

“And even after this, you still will because I let you do things to me she can’t even pronounce…” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you took this as an opportunity to catch him by surprise as you took him into your mouth. Usually you would held him build to his climax softly, slow movements to savor every reaction of his flexing shaft and heavy balls beneath weighing within the fondling of your hand, but you wanted to push him and torment him, you wanted to make him understand that even though you weren’t his girlfriend, you still owned him. 

“Goddammit…” He groaned beneath clenched teeth. 

“Come for me, J, while she’s on the other side of that door…I want you to.” He forced you back against his shaft, using your mouth as a vestibule in place of consideration. 

And you loved it. You loved the feeling of your tears cascading down your cheeks and joining with the drool on your chin. And you relished in the way he struggled to remain quiet, only finding relief once hearing that front door swing closed. The second it met with the frame of the door, you were taken to the bed, turned on your stomach, and penetrated in violent succession. His fingers were at your clit as he was bent over your back, wanting you to feel everything you’d done to him, as he bit into your shoulder to offer a minor punishment for what you had rightfully deserved. 

“Come for me-” He grunted while pulling your hair hard enough to make you wince. 

“But she could hear me…” You teased, looking back towards him, aware she had left due to the sight of her car no longer in the drive. 

“If I come before you, that’s it, I’m leaving you that way-”

“I can take care of myself, J-I can do it without you…” You lied, needing his touch for the optimum release, but too frustrated with him in remaining bound to another girl, to allow him the satisfaction in knowing he held that power over you. But he would call your bluff, hand removed from your clit as he pounded into you. 

“Then fucking do it without me.” He growled, holding your hands behind your back as he continued his thrusts.

But the angle of this friction would be enough to grant you that release as you were able to belt out his name without a care of who heard you, and he was quick to follow. The sound of your name as sinful as always prior to an angered silence. 

“I mean it. That was the last fucking time.”

“Okay, JJ…Last time…” You teased as he moved from the bedroom and as far from the vixen still present on the edge of his bed. 

But just as he knew it, you knew he would seek you out again. Maybe not tomorrow or maybe even not the rest of this week. But he would. And if for some reason he didn’t, you had an insurance policy positioned strategically within an empty box recently stashed with beer, a perfect cut made so the camera of your phone was pointed at the bed. 

Just in case he actually meant it this time…This wasn’t going to end until YOU wanted it to. And you had no intention of doing so…So if you were going to go down, you would do it while taking him with you…

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[divinegrey]

hi! love your work could i please request nsfw headcanons for viper?

OOOOOOOO I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!! TURN IT UP!!

NSFW!!!!

VIPER X GN!READER | SPICY HEADCANONS

words: 811 warnings: explicit 18+ content including honorific titles, bdsm content, viper being dommy mommy

[A/N: i included references to both bottom half anatomies in this fic <3]

Slight Spicy Headcanons

Viper isn’t a huge fan of PDA, as expected. The most you can ever get when you’re in front of people is a kiss on the cheek or a hand on your waist, but even that’s a bit much. You don’t mind, you know Viper is about others seeing. 

However, what you didn’t expect was how much Viper would pull you away for heated makeout sessions. 

It happens everywhere. 

She’ll have you with your back on the counter, straddling your hips in the lab (most definitely not OSHA compliant). Or, Viper will pull you into a storage closet and make out with you in the dark, pressing you against a shelf and ravaging your throat. Or, and this has only happened once, Viper will kiss you behind the crates at the Range. Happened only once because Sova nearly walked in. 

Viper kisses like she has poison in her teeth and she’s ready to sting at a moment’s notice. She’s extremely dominating during kisses and makeout sessions, bruising your neck and collarbones to the point where you can’t even get away with a turtleneck. Of course, that leaves everyone teasing the shit out of you. 

So much that they don’t notice how many hickies Viper has under her sweaters and lab coats. Works out for her, doesn’t it?

Viper is the taller one of the relationship, and so most of the time you end up wondering why people are scared to approach you sometimes. The reason is because Viper stands behind you like a guard dog and glares at people. 

(It’s extremely attractive, but you miss talking to the other agents). 

VERY SPICY HEADCANONS

Well, who woulda thunk it; our dear Viper is extremely into rough play delivered by her hand. She has a control complex, she thrives in making you her supplicant by her feet. She has a lot of expertise (unsurprisingly) and will deliver what you want in the most painful ways possible. 

If you’re into that, of course. 

Viper loves you, and if pain isn’t something you’re into, then she’ll have no qualms about it. She can fuck you in other ways that’ll make you scream her name seven ways to Sunday. 

But if you do like a little pain with your pleasure, then Viper is all too happy to give. 

With her, you don’t call her Sabine. You address her as Mistress (and occasionally Mommy, if it ever happens). The moment the scene starts, you’re to look at the floor and respond only when asked. If you step out of line, well…

Viper has the hands of a scientist, able to make minute gestures and movements like she’s piecing someone back together with stitches. So for you, this means you’re spending minutes in agony with her hands only in one place, leaving you squirming and desperately begging for her to touch you. 

If toys are on the table, then she’ll want to use straps and harnesses to keep you from moving. Handcuffs are frequently used (you’re a touchy person when it comes to your lover) and every now and then, Viper uses a spreader bar to keep your legs from moving too much. 

One of the more memorable times you had sex with Viper would be when you went home with her to her apartment for the first time and really got to see what the woman had in her closet compared to what she had on base at the Protocol. Anything you could’ve possibly dreamed of was in Viper’s storage of toys, and it left you excited. You picked out a few things you were interested in, and off you went. 

You ended that night feeling the best you’ve ever felt, but god it was painful to get there. Your ass was red with welts from a riding crop that Viper used on you (it was so hot), a gag in your mouth, and a strap around her hips (whether she used it on your mouth or somewhere else is up to you to imagine). 

If you want to make Viper feel good, expect your face to become a seat. She’ll wrangle you with her hand in your hair or put a harness and a strap around your hips and go to town (if you already have that equipment down there, fucking fantastic! Half the work done!)

Aftercare :)

Aftercare following long scenes is a must. Hydration, snacks, and a check-in talk are absolutely required, no way around it. Even if you pass out, Viper will be waking you up to make sure everything that occurred was okay. 

For Viper, the woman gets surprisingly touchy and needy with you, preferring to lay on your stomach and listen to your heartbeat for a while after. You always bundle her up in your arms, hugging her to sleep or watch some TV to wind down from sex. 

~~~~~ A/N: i fell over after writing this im too gay. thank you for requesting!!

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[yanderestarangel]

Can you do a smoke fic? Imagine some Shirai Ryu ninjas gossiping about Smoke and Reader's relationships and how Smoke is not even half of a man to please someone like reader. I imagine him fuckin reader all night and making reader say his name so the others can hear how good he fucks reader

"𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄!"| 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀

A/N: DOM TOMAS? DOM TOMAS! LET'S FUCKING GOO!

TW: ftm reader, afab anatomy, v!sex, oral sex ( f!receive ), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!tomas, size kink, exhibitionism, degradation, pet names, possessive sex, porn plot only, smut, nsfw, praise, rough sex.

You had been married to Tomas Vrbada - a.k.a Smoke - for seven months, he was a good husband, However, when you enter the Shiray ryu clan, you realize how poorly some ninjas talk about you and Tomas's sex life, it was true he was more submissive, but he always gave you pleasure, but hearing the insults made Vrbada angry, taking a decide, he was going to make you scream that day during sex and shut everyone up.

Tomas arrived home early that day, with heavy and long steps, opening the door with everything, anger, desire and longing, extremely dominant.

"-Dear... I'm tired of hearing them talk about us, about me. I'm going to show them what we're capable of." He didn't waste a moment, quickly tearing off your clothes, his hands roaming over your smooth skin, letting out a low growl of satisfaction, his eyes flashed with desire and hunger, his own body responding to the sight of your exposed breasts and vulnerable state - his warm breath caressing your skin as he kneels down in front of you - Without any hesitation, he devours your exposed pussy, his tongue flicking and swirling over your sensitive clit with fierce determination. He sucks and licks, his movements driven by a mix of anger, dominance, and undeniable desire. The lust that floods through your body is intense, his actions leaving you gasping and moaning, your fingers instinctively tangling in his short gray hair, pulling him closer as your legs tremble.

"-Is this what they've been mocking?" Tomas murmurs against your sensitive flesh - He continues to assault your core with his tongue, his lips, his skilled mouth working to you - each stroke, each lick, is filled with raw passion and a determination to silence the doubters, to prove that he is more than capable of bringing you pleasure -

"-Let's show them what we're truly capable of..." He says, his voice husky and lust-filled, his fingers sliding inside you alongside his talented tongue. Tomas continues his relentless assault on your pussy, the sounds of your moans and gasps only fueling his desire. He responds to your desperate moans by sucking and licking even harder, eagerly devouring every drop of your sweet nectar. He can't help but feel a surge of pride and triumph as you moan and beg for more, your body arching into his ministrations. The taste of your arousal on his tongue, the feel of your walls clenching around his fingers, it's all driving him to insanity, his dick twitched in his pants, as he made you moan even more and louder, the feeling of your fingers in his hair made him moan against your cunt, the husky and heavy vibrations tickled against your skin. "-You're so beautiful like this... But... I need more my pretty boy..." He watches you with dark, hungry eyes as he removes his fingers from your pussy, a strand of your arousal glistening on his fingers. A wild grin spreads across his face as he slams you against the wall, your exposed pussy throbbing with anticipation.

"-That's it, my pretty slut. Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you need to be fucked by me, and only me." Tomas growls between clenched teeth, his voice tense against your ear, his chest against your back, while he holds your hips with all his strength - even, to the point of hurting you - he thrusts without any warning, while holding you in place the feeling of his thick shaft entering you makes you gasp and moan, the raw satisfaction that comes from being claimed by him. His grip on you tightens as he starts to move, his powerful thrusts penetrating deep inside you, reaching your cervix.

"-Scream for me, my good boy... let them hear how you belong to me, and only me." He commands, his tone filled with both tenderness and a commanding air. Smoke thrusts become harder, faster, his primal instincts taking over as he seeks to claim you completely.

"-Moan loud, moan my fucking name loud you little whore, let the whole clan know who owns that pussy." He doesn't hold back, slapping your ass firmly, the sound echoing through the air. The sting of his hand against your skin sends a surge of mixed pleasure and pain straight to your core, you had to moan his name as loud as you could, the syllables ripped through your throat, like a mantra — "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas !" — you reverberated in the open air, the danger of being caught by a member of the clan made Vrbada's dick even harder, you could feel how rough he was being with you, easily lifting you off the ground and pushing your ass even higher in the air. towards him, parting the soft flesh and giving a wide view of your cunt swallowing his cock.

"-That's right (Y/N) scream my fucking name, that's it, say it louder!" With each forceful thrust, he grinds against your most sensitive spots, his hips meeting yours with a primal urgency. His grunts and groans fill the air, an intense soundtrack. "-Let them hear how good I make you feel. Moan my name. Beg for more."

"-Fuck my angel... you make me feel like a fucking god, Holy shit... I'm going to fill you." Tomas murmurs, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he holds onto you tightly. "-I'm... I'm cumming!" he grunts louder, the sensation of his pulsating cock, the tightening of your walls around him, it's all too much - with one final thrust, your body arches, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you orgasm around his shaft, his cock swells even more within you, filling you with his hot seed.

The sensation is overwhelming, yet somehow perfect. You feel connected to him in ways words could never describe. As he rides out the waves of his orgasm, his grip on your hips remains firm, his hips grinding against yours with dwindling force, as he looks into your eyes, he can't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. He knows that he has proven himself, not just to you, but to everyone who doubted him this moment, none of that matters. As Tomas pulls out of you, his cock glistening with your wetness and their combined fluids, he looks at your wet, messy pussy.

"-I promise, my love... I will always make sure you cum harder than any other man could." He leans down, pressing his lips gently against yours. His tongue darts out, tasting the remnants of their passion still lingering on your lips, he made sure all of Shiray Ryu heard how good he was for you and maybe, he'd do it more often.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[ja3hwa]

You Only Live Once | Yunho [Pt.2]

「Synopsis」 : You crossed the line of friendship... Woops.

「Word count」 : 1.3k

-> Genre: Fluff, Smut, Bestfriends To Lovers Au

Paring: Bestfriend!Yunho x Gn!Reader

[Warnings] : Reade has Female Anatomy, Teasing, nipple play, thigh riding, grinding, dry humping, making out, Switch/Dom/Sub dynamic, Domestic Sexual Tension, oral (reader receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, cheekyness, just some cute banter. Switch!Yunho, Switch!Reader, Dom!Yunho.

Note : To @kpopmademygradesgodown for requesting a part 2 for this fic. I hope you enjoy the read ♡ and also! A big thank you to my friend who helped me write this. You have no idea how much I appreciate you. ♡♡

♡ -> Part One

[REBLOG AND COMMENT FEEDBACK]

The room is hot... Heavy breathing coated the air. Yunho bit his bottom lip hard, fearing to draw blood as you continued to attack his next. It was painted with marks in different shades of red and purple. You became drunk over his body, wanting to slide your tongue on every part you could retch. Your hips never stopped as they rolled fast and desperately. You wanted him so badly, willing to do anything and everything for him. You were lost under his touch.

“Tiny, ah fuck.” His low groan went straight to your core, making you whimper in response. His hand that grips your thigh moves quick before slapping your covered ass. This action makes you sit straight up with a loud gasp. Yunho takes this opportunity to return the favour of neck kisses, latching his lips on your neck.

“Y-Yun…” You moan, gripping his shoulders. He gives your ass another slap before snaking his hand to the front hem of your shorts. He slides his tongue down to your collarbone, biting the soft flesh, making you cry out. “Ah Fuck please.” He laughs at your cries, feeling a sadistic nature stir inside himself. He wanted nothing but to destroy you into a crying, whimpering mess. Only wanting his cock to satisfy you. But you were also his best friend, his partner in crime, and he wanted to ravish you in complements and sweet love. He was torn, but he’ll have you anyway at this point.  

You grind down on his thick thighs making him hisses through his teeth. The sound alone makes a tightness in your gut, whimpering in response. He brings both of his hands under your shirt to grab your chest, making you lean back gasping for air as his rough hands fondle them. He frees one of his hands to bring it up your back before resting it on your neck, holding you still. You wiggle in his grasp, feeling his hand that fondles your chest rotate to grip the fabric of your shirt before pulling it up.

You help him throw it off you while keeping a hooded gaze down on him. His mouth is agape a bit and it’s almost cute as he gazes upon your half-naked form. You capture that awe in a kiss all while he flicks your nipples with his thumbs. You grind down on his cock again, feeling it harden underneath you. You break away from the kiss and breathe heavily into his cheek, giving another gentle kiss to his face.

“I need…” you can’t even finish the statement as Yunho grinds upwards into you. A gasp escapes your lips before you even know what you’re doing. Then suddenly, he is gripping you tightly by the hips and flipping you on your back. Your ass is still pressed tightly against his hips as he kneels over you on the couch. A smile spreads across your face as he takes his shirt off as well, revealing his slim but toned body. You reach up and run your hands down his body. From his chest, down his flat stomach to the band of his pants.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you...” He says breathy, a smile shaking on his lips.

You lick your lips while eyeing the strain in his jeans. He’s pressed up against your opened legs frozen still with anticipation. He grinds down on you and the simple movement has you withering in his grip. All you can breathe out is a, “I could have a guess.” in response.

He leans down and softly chuckles in your ear. He begins placing kisses down your neck, slowly making his way down your chest. To your stomach and to the hem of your trackies. The gentle kisses are like sparks of fire in your gut, each and every one. He gives a pause at your pants though, looking up past his eyebrows.

“May I?” He asks, almost a whisper.

You nearly miss the question, caught in wanting him now. You nod. But he only sits up straight again.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says.

“Yes,” you all but whine out.

Finally, he takes your trackies and underwear off in one go, throwing them off to the side to be forgotten for now. Yunho shuffles himself down the couch a bit away from you all while holding your legs apart. You watch his head dip down between your legs and all too much is happening. But when you feel his hot breath wash over you, it sends a chill down your spine. Your legs tense but Yunho holds them open, his hands gripping your thighs. You gasp a loud as a hot tongue licks up your wetness. Your body feels alive, a fire burning down your spine. The coil of tightness inside your gut only grows stronger. You don’t know how much longer you’ll last. He suddenly latches onto your clit and a wave of desire as you arch up into his mouth. He pushes you down by your stomach, his large palm almost covering your belly.

He has you breathing so heavily as he sucks, slowly but meaningfully. A man on a mission. A man that has to have you shaking, moaning and gasping for air. Suddenly, there is a finger entering you. You didn’t even notice his hands leave your thigh. The feeling sends fire to pool in your gut the fuel being his finger making it grow. You couldn’t handle anymore when he adds not one but two more inside with a steady pace. Deep and rough. You move your hips to the rhythm until a crash of pleasure spills from you.

“Y-Yunho!” You try to pull away from him but he keeps his assault until you ride out your orgasm. He sits straight up pulling his fingers out of you. The wet noises would make you cringe on most occasions but in this situation, you didn’t care.

“Can you handle another…” He trails off, not wanting to push you. But you answer without words, instead pushing him back down so you situate yourself back in the position you started in. You, on top of him. You pull on his drawstrings before tugging out his pants. He helps you take them off, slipping his boxers off along with them. He can feel the heat of you on his cock, your cum dripping out of you onto his thigh.

“I want to ride you.” You stated boldly, feeling a sense of confidence surging through you. His heart skips at your dirty words, his cock twitching in ache for you. He nods ridiculously, gulping down a ball of saliva. Your hand wraps around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze as you rise yourself to hover over him. You watch his eyes squeeze shut as his jaw drops a jar. You bite your lip trying your best not to giggle at his desperate expression.

“If you continue to tease me I swear to god I will pin you to this couch and fuck the daylights out of you,” he growls gripping your hips tightly, nails digging into your flesh. You just whimper at his words before following with;

“Is that a threat or a promise?”  

He enters through in one hard thrust making you gasp for air, his pace did not stop as he moves with full force. Your hips grind with him in a miss-matched time. Making the pleasure surge through you both like fire on gasoline. His hands that grip your hips move to your ass, slapping the flesh harshly. You choke out a moan as you lean forwards onto him, your head resting on his shoulder. He takes this new angle to wrap his arms around your waist flipping you onto your back against the soft couch cushions once more. He brings your legs up so they rest on his shoulders before entering you again, going deeper than he had before. You watch him with glossy eyes he leans down giving you a light kiss before he smiles to answer your statement before….

“It’s a promise.”

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[bangchanbabygurl]

Daddy Issues (Sweater Weather)

Member: Chan

Genre: Angsty, smut, Professor Bang Chan AU

WARNINGS: mentions of grooming, sexual assault, abusive household, dysfunctional family, abuse, explicit language, mature themes, dark themes, drug and alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, parental issues, vigorous sex scene, toxicity, dark themes, trauma, eating disorders, and self-harm.

Word Count: 1674

Whimpers escaped my lips as I did my best to endure the pain, "You knew! And you didn't tell me!"Mom raised her voice as she struck me with the belt. I fought back my tears, “I didn't know.” I said, feeling my voice get small as mom continued to strike everywhere. A loud clatter filled the kitchen; I took the chance to try to run, but that only made things worse. Mom grabbed my hair, yanking me back as I fell, hitting my side with the counter's edge.

A sob escaped my lips, “You're crying?! Are you fucking crying?!” Mom hated it when I cried or made any sound during my punishments. It fueled the anger in her more, “You brat!” Her voice sent chills down my spine as she kicked my side. Mom began to slap me as a way to silence my cries; I could hear her panting as she came to a stop. The taste of iron filled my mouth; I was bleeding from the nose and lip.

I watched mom walk over to the couch as I sat up, eyeing her every movement. Tears threaten to slip if I don't leave this room; I look away as I wipe away the blood with the sleeve of my hoodie. A tired sigh escaped her mouth, causing me to flinch at the hasty sound. I glanced at her, “If you were only truthful and honest, then you won't be getting a good beating.” She said with a sob. I look at her with a confused gaze, “I didn't know...how to tell you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I asked, my tone of voice changing from fearful to annoyance. Mom looked at me with a pitiful expression, “I have been trying my best to stay out of dad’s and your business. Yet you decided to drag me into your messy marriage,” I spoke softly through gritted teeth.

Tears were slipping as I turned away from her, “Go to your room,” She raised her voice. Without hesitation, I got up and ran to my room, locking myself in. Groans escaped my lips as I stepped inside the warm bath; I rested my head against the wall letting my body release the stress from every muscle and nerve. The smell of lavender and rose petals filled my nostrils; I stared at the ceiling.

My savings aren't even near the amount I need to get out of here.

I was never late to class, but everything that had happened before I left had me in a daze. My feet hurried down the hallway as the second bell rang; a sigh of relief escaped my lips as I made it in time before Professor Bang could notice my absence. I took my seat as I pulled out the textbook and journal along with a pen; I looked up to see Professor Bang wearing specs; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, one hand in his pocket. I had to admit he looked attractive and young to be a professor.

I shook my thoughts away as he started his lecture, "Good morning, everyone; it is day two of the introduction to Anatomy and Physiology. Now let's get started on our first lesson together." Professor Bang said with a smile, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. I chew on my bottom lip as I look away from him, “Every movement you make and every day you live to see is the result of a collection of systems working together to function correctly. Which most of you already know, am I correct?” He asked, looking at the class. Every student giggled at his question; I glanced at him as I fixed my glasses.

“Anatomy is the study of the structure and relationships between body parts. As for Physiology is the science of how those parts come together to function and keep the body alive.” Professor Bang said as he continued to write on the board; I could feel my wrist ache as I kept writing word for word, not wanting to miss a single note of this lesson. A subtle wince escaped my lips as I dropped the pen and stretched my wrist; I felt a gaze. I looked up to see Professor Bang had fixed his eye on me as he walked over to his desk; I gulped and looked back at my notes.

“The basic idea of what a structure can do in its specific structure form is called. ‘Complementarity of structure and function.’ It holds true through every level of your body's organization, from cells to tissue to the system.” Professor Bang’s way of speaking of the human body science had every female student drool at his voice; I blinked at his obliviousness to the stares and whispers. I bit my lip as I watched him push his specs up, the way his brow arched in concentration. I dropped my pen as his gaze met mine; I turned to look out the window feeling my cheeks heat up.

Looking at the time, it has only been twelve minutes since class began. I picked up my pen as Professor Bang proceeded to write on the board more informative notes about the differences between Anatomy and Physiology, “Professor Bang is so hot. Do you think I have a chance with him?” One of the girls in front of me whispered. I kept my gaze glued on my journal, “Perhaps, I mean you've been with Professor Lee, so yeah, obviously,” Her friend whispered. I bit my lip, preventing myself from giving a reaction that I heard their conversation. There were five minutes left of class, so I could pretend I didn't hear them.

Professor Bang finished his lecture right as the bell rang, “Please look over your notes tonight, students; I'll be giving a pop quiz tomorrow morning to test your knowledge and memory.” His statement made some students groan; Professor Bang chuckled as he erased the written notes from the board. “Uh, Professor Bang?” Lana asked. I heard her friend say her name while giving her a good luck chant; I began to pack my things, not wanting to witness Lana confess her sexual attraction to Professor Bang.

“Ms. Gutierrez, may I have a word with you?” Professor Bang asked, causing Lana to sulk. I looked at him with a dazed gaze and nodded; I slipped my bookbag over my shoulder. Gripping the leather strap, I walked over to his desk. Lana looked at me, then at Professor Bang. “Can I have a word with Professor Bang...alone?” Lana asked, emphasizing the word alone. I gave her an expressionless gaze, “Is it related to today’s lesson?” Professor Bang asked. Lana wavered and shook her head slowly, “Then there's no need to have a word with me, Ms. Delgado.” Professor Bang said as he removed his specs.

I turn my gaze to my shoelaces, “I will only be talking to students alone when it's related to a lesson or a problem with the lecture. Nothing else, Ms. Delgado.” He continued to hurt her feelings. I mentally winced at how his words sounded cold, “Then why is Lacey here?” Lana asked. Professor Bang pinched the bridge of his nose, “Because I noticed that she was late to class, so it caught my attention.” He said. I sighed and bit my lip as I threw my head back lightly, “I apologize...I didn't think you noticed Professor Bang,” I said. Lana huffed as she grabbed her bag and left the classroom; I looked at him.

Professor Bang had an unreadable look on his face, “I apologize for arriving late to your lecture; I had an incident on my way here.” I said. He crossed his arms, “I'm not the type to butt my nose in people's business but those bruises...” Professor Bang paused with hesitation. My fingertips touched softly at the bruise on my jaw; I shook my head. “Oh no, it's nothing like that, Professor Bang. As I said, I had an incident on my way to class.” I spoke with a softer tone, not wanting to sound irritated. Professor Bang nodded and bit his lip, “Of course...an incident. Well, Lacey, may I call you Lacey?” He asked. I was perplexed and nodded, “Of course, I mean, it is my name.” I said with a nervous laugh.

Professor Bang chuckles, “Well, Lacey, if it is as you say it is, then you're dismissed.” He said. I smiled faintly and began to make my way out of the classroom, “Have a nice day, Lacey,” Professor Bang said. I smiled, “ You too, Professor Bang,” I said as I closed the door to his classroom. My tummy felt the hive of nervous leave; I sighed with relief as I walked down the hall, reaching the stairwell. “Were you able to get with Professor Bang?” Rose asked; I halted as Lana groaned. “NO, Professor Bang rejected me before I could even speak.” She protested; I bit my lip, not wanting to laugh and make things worse for myself. I quietly make my way down the stairs walking past them on the way down, “HEY!” Lana called out. I look at her, confused. “Yes?” I asked.

Her face looked annoyed, “What did you and Professor Bang talk about?” She asked. I gave her an even more confused look, “That doesn't concern your business, but if it makes your airhead mind at ease Professor Bang was only scolding me for being late to his lecture.” I said. I bit my tongue for letting it slip, “Airhead? My brain is doing just fine, you bitch,” Lana said, raising her tone. I stepped back, “Go to hell,” I murmured and rushed down the stairs. I could hear Lana and Rose shouting foul names at me; I rolled my eyes.

College classes had just begun, and there’s already trouble. Great, just incredible; I was hoping fall classes would be peaceful, but I was wrong. Sweater weather is going to be a bitch this year.

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[stmichaelthearchangel]

notes on chronic pain/grief

It hadnt noticed hed noticed yet. It was subtle.

Looking back on the day they first met, certain things were obvious, before it realized he wasn’t going to leave him alone. Like catching the realization gum was on the bottom of its boot and pausing to keep balance on a nearby tree, lifting its leg to take a look at the damage. It was in the way its weight shifted, the subtle grunt that could have been an acknowledgement or could have been pain. Maybe a mix of both.

It would wait. after standing, making a a quick movement. Anytime that it rested its hand on something solid or bolted to the ground. Its gait was that of a loose butterfly knife, swinging movements a guy could call grace or lack of practice or lack of strength. One wrong move and itd hurt itself, someone around it, or collapse in on itsef. It was in the difference between its sobriety and when it was hopped-up.

This time, it was the way it paused, moving to take a pack of cigarettes from its pocket, leaning up against the nearby wall of an establishment, looking like it didnt know if it wanted to squat down, find a seat, or keep itself propped there, whatever would be the most convincing.

He nodded the Archangel’s way, and so as not to hurt its Ego, found a place to sit down and watch as it lit one and set it in its teeth, lighting it before sauntering over to the bench and taking a place beside him. The sun was bright out, even wearing sunglasses, and the heat itched his collar where the suit rubbed against his neck.

The archangel’s fake breath sighed smoke out into the air, and he knew itd been enough time.

“If it hurts, why do you keep at it?”

The archangel drifted his hand down from its face. Then glanced his way. “What do you mean?”

“Your in pain. You have been since the first time I met you, at the least. Whatever it is that’s causing it-why do you keep at it.”

“Not sure what gave you that idea,” he took another smoking breath.

“Don’t play dumb with me, okay? I know something hurts.” Scott frowned.

It shifted its feet. “What gave it away?”

“I don’t know, the way you grunt when standing. It’s in how you avoid waking long distances. You flinch when you take steps sometimes too.”

“I can’t get it right,” it spoke quietly.

Staring ahead at the parking lot, if Michael wasn’t so tall, it would have blended in perfectly.

“Logically I can see you have two arms. You have ten fingers. Head, shoulder, knees, and toes. I know what the inside of one of you looks like. But when I fucking try to look like one of you, I just can’t get it right.”

“You could talk with some of the healers-“

“No,” it cut him off, then raised its cigarette to its mouth. “It’s not an issue with anatomy; it’s the execution.” It took in a breath, held in fake lungs, then exhaled.

“You could at least take a form that’s less painful.”

“When in Rome.” He shook it’s head.

“C’mon.”

“I won’t change. I chose this appearance, and I like it this way.”

Scott bounced his leg, looking up at the clouds. “Even though it hurts?”

“I can’t take the form of God.” It’s voice was biting. “You look to much like them.”

“Yet you continue to try?”

“Not because I intend it. I just want to be left alone.” Scott glanced at it, noting how it bounced its own leg. He stopped and it followed suit. Probably not even concious of what it was doing. “Wouldn’t you know it, a body that doesn’t look normal to you mortals gets a lot of attention.”

Scott nodded slowly, but Michael wasn’t paying him attention, extending the hand that held the burning cig, drawing Scott’s eyes to it.

“I know the name for every muscle, every tendon, each layer of skin. I’ve seen them exposed to air. And yet…” Scott fought nausea as the hand molded, bending a direction it wasn’t meant to. “It’s so fucking difficult for me to do what already comes natural to you.”

A group of people walked past, into the bar behind them, paying them no mind. Their conversation drew the angel’s attention as it quickly pulled the hand back to its face.

Scott ran a hand through his hair, taking the silence between them to think. Birds flew by, “Why not mimic an animal instead?”

“You are an animal,” it quipped.

“You know what I meant, surely.”

“Why would I want to present myself as something lesser.”

“You already think of humanity as lesser.”

Michael didn’t answer, going back to smoking.

“Why don’t you at least try to wear something more comfortable?”

“I have.”

“And?”

“Mortals hunted me, scared of whatever I was.”

“Oh.”

“I could have overpowered them, but my objective isn’t slaughter. I just want to be left fucking alone.”

Scott gazed directly at it, scrutinizing its expression, then reached for its free hand. It flinched back. “Please?” Hesitantly it let him place its palm over the back of his own, then traced them. “Here. We have five fingers. One wrist.”

Michael stared his way.

“Does this help?”

Michael carefully pulled its hand away, then looked forward.

“Michael?” It shook its head, then looked further away from him. “…Sorry. I should have asked. I’m not intending to be invasive, just trying to understand.”

“…Not that…” It muttered, leaning forward.

“Hm?”

“It’s nothing.” It pulled itself up to a stand, straining. “I’m going for a drink.”

He caught a glimse of its face as it stormed away, fleeting as a hummingbird in flight, ruddy and out of breath.

Scott quickly looked away, feeling heat rush to his own cheeks. Ah.

…

They went for a walk, some hours after the incident. Not too far, just to a nearby park. As they passed under streetlights flickering on and off from their daylight sensors under the falling sun, Michael spoke unprompted. “Luis did what you did. A long time ago.”

“Who’s Luis?”

Michael didn’t answer, at least not yet.

Scott hummed a ditty, then, “I’ve been wondering something. Not related to my job, more from my own curiosity. Why bars?”

Michael tilted its head back and forth in thought. “No reason in particular.”

“The other, why look this way? Not humanoid, I mean like. The hair, the jacket. Cowboy boots?”

“Why do you always wear a suit? Or bleach your hair?” it asked back. “I just like it.”

Scott nodded, taking a breath. Cars drifted past them, none having any idea of whom they were passing. Another thought crept into his head, “Who are you mimicking, Michael?”

It halted in its tracks, as he took a few steps past before catching himself, turning with the passing of a large truck, illuminating the angel frozen in its tracks. “No one in particular. The culture here.”

He shook his head, “I don’t think you are.”

“Your assumptions are incorrect, Agent Scott.”

He folded his arms, the suit cramping at his elbows and pulling tight at his shoulders, “Is it Luis?”

Another car passed, the angel just a deer in its path.

“Could you tell me who he is?”

Michael folded its arms—

“Stop it, Michael.”

It furrowed its eyebrows, “Excuse you, fucker?”

“Stop copying me. Folding your arms, bouncing your leg,” He unfolded his arms and the angel caught itself from following suit. “Who’s Luis, Michael? A bartender?”

“A rancher. He was a cattle rancher,” Michael spat back.

“And?”

“The first mortal that didn’t run from me,” Michael scowled, hands gripping tight to the jacket its arms pretzeled around. “Helped me make this appearance. Are you fucking satisfied?”

Scott closed his eyes holding a hand up, “That-in the 1800’s?” He opened his eyes again, and Michael nodded. “You’ve been wearing the same outfit since the 1800s?”

“No. Just the body and jacket. It was his.”

“The jacket or the body?”

Michael didn’t answer.

“Both?” He lowered his hand. Like a loose butterfly knife, it turned with a scowl and walked away. He followed after, “Michael?”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” it said bluntly, the deep octave punctuating its words.

“You brought Luis up, Michael.”

“I don’t want to talk about—Ah,” It gritted its teeth as it mis-stepped, quickly gipping at its knee.

“Michael…” Scott caught up, “Let’s stop here for a moment. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not—shit,” Michael panted, the light behind its sunglasses going out as it closed its eyes. It bristled, tensing as he placed a hand on its shoulder. “Don’t touch me.”

“I see a bench ahead,” Scott attempted comfort as he let it be.

“No.” It lowered itself to a squat, holding its hands over its head. “It will pass. It will pass.”

Scott took a gentle seat next to it. “There’s no one else here but us, Michael. If you want to—”

“No. It’s not so simple,” it growled, clutching handfuls of golden strings of hair.

Scott inhaled, exhaled, “I’m not frightened of you.”

“No. I can’t— I can’t remember what he looked like. I can’t fucking—”

Scott released his tight grimace, face numbing.

The angel sobbed.

“I don’t even know if—” it choked, “if this is still what… what he looked like. What was the color of his eyes? Was his face crooked or symmetrical? I don’t—I don’t fucking know! It’s been so long; I’ve slipped up too many times. I don’t fucking know!!”

Staring ahead, eyes wide, he listened to ugly tears and hyperventilating. “Don’t you think he would be happy thought?” he whispered

“What?” Michael whipped its head up, light dripping down its face.

“You are showing more of yourself, right?” His voice was tentative, “Wouldn’t that be something to celebrate? Not mimicking, being yourself.”

Scowling, it looked down and hid its face in its arms, voice muffled, “You don’t know anything.”

… Scott watched cars pass at the nearby street, the lamps buzzing with insects above them. The way bats flickered in and out of vision from the darkness of the falling on them. Further away, the sound of a crowd cheering for a home game of varsity football. And past that the distant sounds of a living city.

He let the time pass, giving comforting phrases every now and again. The angel majorly ignored him, no longer sobbing, but stuck in place nonetheless. It must have cared a lot about the guy.

Finally, as the stadium lights in the distance succumed to the clear, starry night sky, and cars became less frequent, the angel muttered, barely audible. “He didn’t want me to leave, but I went back to heaven. Just for the blink of an eye, a quick breath. I needed to recouperate, be around innocence and grace again. Just for a moment to breath, to calm the pain. When I came back, he’d lived his whole life without me. He was old. Unrecognizable. He had great -grand children. I saw him die.”

Scott looked back at it. Staring ahead, holding itself, the jacket tighter.

“Do you know that feels like, Agent Scott?”

He whispered, “Both my great-grandfather and grandfather passed away in my lifetime. I imagine it’s a similar feeling.”

“I-I couldn’t recognize him. The time passed without me. I watched his children grow old and die. Their children leave to other places, grow old and die. I can’t keep track of them anymore, even if I wanted to. There’s nothing left of that time I spent but this fucking jacket. It all rots and decomposes and wastes.”

Shifting on the uncomfortable concrete sidewalk, Scott looked back at the insects flocking to buzzing lights. “Isn’t that what makes it meaningful?”

“If I could end it-all existence-I’d do it in a fucking heartbeat.”

“And yet.” Scott muttered. “Everything will get there eventually, God willing.”

“Fuck God.” Michael spat.

“You’re here now, Michael. Whether you like it or not, you’re alive.” Michael touched him and he jumped, heart pounding, jerking his head around to—

“Agent Scott. One day you will die.”

He nodded, fear tensing his muscles.

“You will die, and everyone you know will die; and one day I will forget what you looked like too.”

“I’ll be sure to let you have my suit jacket,” Scott stressed a joke. Michael scowled, letting go and curled back up. Heartrate skyrocketing, he dared ask, “Is that why you so adamantly don’t want to go back to heaven?” It didn’t answer. “Besides Luis, is there someone else then? Someone you’re not wanting the time to pass without you?”

“Everyone. Everything—Everyone.”

“And that’s your reason?”

“Because I’m scared. I’m a fucking coward scared of death. Okay? Are you happy now?” It sniffed.

He righted himself. “You… Michael, you are death.”

“I know,” it whispered back.

He swallowed the massive lump in his throat, ignored the blood rushing through his veins, and scooted closer, carefully taking Michael’s hand. It let him place its palm over the back of his. He forced a smile, lightly pressing his shoulder against its. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. You can copy me. I understand you now.”

It curled deeper on itself.

“I’ll stay beside you for as long as I can. You’re not alone.”

“You don’t know anything,” it muttered again, shaking.

Taking a deep breath, looking up at the stars. “Would you rather I left you alone?”

“Yes.”

He gently brought its hand back to itself and made to stand, but it quickly grabbed the cloth around his arm—

“No. No.”

“Well. Which is it?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.”

He relaxed back in his seat, letting out a sigh. “Just let me know when you decide.”

…

They walked back to the bar in silence.

#angels who hate god #my writing #long read

[howl-fantasies]

Good day! I dont know if your request are open but if they are,

Can I request a story where Ed and Victor constantly butt heads with each other for y/n's attention/affection while y/n in the background is just filming the whole thing with Oswald in her lap? I adore Riddler x y/n and Victor x y/n in your stories, but I wanna give Oswald some love too[:

Hello dear, thank you for your request! Of course you can!

Here it is. It takes place just after the Skyfall drabble and @flaysthings alternative end. Here are both if you want to read it:

SKYFALL

SKYFALL ALTERNATIVE END 1 by @flaysthings

Warning: profanities, Gotham universe: so twisted relationships, slight NSFW themes, English isn't my first language, sorry about it I'm working on it.

Word Count: 2.029

UNDIVIDED ATTENTION

"RED!" Screamed both voices at the same time, just before a deafening silence took its place in Cobblepot's living room.

"Correct." A feminine bored voice sighed from one on the couch. A camera hanging nonchalantly in her right hand. "But it wasn't too difficult to figure it out, I mean, I always wear something red... You just have to look at me or sleep with me to know it..."

"Now dear, don't sound so defeated, and please, don't bring your sexual life in this mess. I just wanted to make sure both idiots knew the most basic things about you before hardening our little game," Oswald's own bored voice said.

Currently perched on the woman's lap like he would on his throne, the king of Gotham threw the little card abhorring purple and black questions marks he was holding nonchalantly on the floor.

"Care to explain, again, why we are doing this stupid game while I could be outside beheading some dude who wronged you? And why do I have to film it all? " She asked, nodding politely when Cobblepot presented a cup of tea in front of her mouth.

A sign of his head encouraged her to let him help her drink the warm liquid. "Don't worry, it's not too hot, I made sure of it." He added, earning dirty glares from the two other men in the room. "To answer your question," continued Oswald when he was satisfied about the amount of tea she drunk.

"First, you're not ready to go on a french killing spree my dear. You were shot badly two days ago and still need to recover. A beheading would open your stitches again.

"Second, because we have to stop this stupid competition between your dear husband and... your...uh... other informal one? The camera is for other purposes, mainly for my own entertainment, later." His statement made her raise a brow. "Excuse me?"

"Don't try to complicate things, Oswald!" Spat Riddler between gritted teeth from his own couch. "I was the one who found Y/N bleeding in a shady alley. I was the one who started to stop the bleeding and make sure she wasn't freezing to death.

"So, logically speaking I had to be the one who transport her to Leslie's clinic." The man in green ranted while making frantic movements with both hands and arms.

"Logically speaking, it would have to be ME, her fucking HUSBAND, who should have held her, transported her and monitored her state during the operation. Not you, fucking nerd." Victor hissed as his hands were clenching the armchairs of his seat so hard the wood whined.

"Ah!" Ed scoffed. "Because you're a freaking surgeon now? So well versed into human anatomy you would have helped Lee when she asked someone to literally plunged both hands inside of Y/N ribs cage?!"

That was it. Victor's right hand rushed under his arm to grab his gun in his holster as he jumped out of his couch, Ed imitating him but seizing his brand new cane, ready to smash the electric part of it on the other man's face.

"Want me to show you the whole extent of my human anatomy knowledge, Nygma?" Threatened Zsasz with a numb voice. The kind of voice - with him - meaning you were now walking on thin ice. As thin as rice paper.

A kind of voice, which made Y/N zoom as much as she could to be able to capture the wrinkles just between the hitman's eyebrows. Now she started to have some twisted kind of fun.

Ed felt a cold drop of sweat licking his neck and back. He never liked Zsasz. Never. His mere presence was enough to make him cringe. But he wouldn't change what happened two days ago.

Y/N was barely alive and he was, with Leslie, her best chance to stay alive. He wouldn't lose her to contempt Victor's bruised ego. Out of the question. And he would never let go of a chance to be close to Gotham's no.2 assassin. Sorry not sorry.

"Gentlemen!" Screeched Oswald who hadn't moved from his cozy spot. "Let's not repeat the shooting contest, which took place in Lee's clinic. I'm not going to threaten you with a scalpel, but I swear to impale both of you on a freaking umbrella should you not stop THIS INSTANT!"

"You still owe me an explanation concerning this shooting by the way, " added Y/N's tired voice from under Cobblepot, who immediately turn around to scrutinize her.

"Nothing much to tell dear, just continue to film. Victor shot Ed's privates parts. Ed dodged and also tried to shoot his jewels and missed. End of the story. You're tired. Don't concern yourself with their stupid shenanigans." He cooed, just before turning on his spot again to glare at the two other men still facing each other with their gun and cane out.

"Stop it! Both of you! Y/N isn't feeling well enough to kick some sense into your thick heads." Yelled Cobblepot. Nygma and Zsasz didn't move for a good minute. Still killing each other visually. Slowly, both rose their weapon and finally put it back into their respective place.

"Good." Spat Oswald. "Now sit back. Let's resume our game." The little man clapped his hands once and leaned a bit in order to reach the deck of cards he had to put on the coffee table in front of him when Ed and Victor lost their calm.

Once again, Oswald shuffled the cards before clearing his throat. "Where were we? Ahem. Ah! Yes. I like this one. You're trap with Y/N in a burning building. All issues are condemned. You're doomed. But! She isn't panicking. Why?" He asked.

Zsasz and Ed sighed heavily.

"Cause she has a rocket launcher."

"Cause she was the one responsible for the arson and knows another way out."

Silence again. And the sound of squeaking armchairs from both seats occupied by Edward and Victor. "Well?" Asked Oswald, turning a bit to be able to catch Y/N's eyes.

The woman groaned loudly and let her back fall brutally against the seat back. "Oof! Fucking hell!" She cursed when white hot pain fused into her whole body. "Language!" Chastised Oswald automatically as he took the camera from her hands and put it delicately on the furniture in front of them.

He leaned back, and let her took a shaking breath to ease her pain. "So? Who's correct?" He pressed again.

Another Groan from her. "Fucking both." She said. "Victor is right, I would have a rocket launcher. And because of it, Ed is right too, I would know another way to get out.

" As he's also correct in his reasoning: if a building is burning to the ground and Firefly isn't in the middle of the flames, then the culprit would be me."

Now she was facepalming hard. "Look, it's not going anywhere. Plus it's embarrassing. We aren't organizing a huge lottery, and I'm not its fucking first price!"

"Absolutely. You're my wife. End of the story." Added Victor as he was throwing the cushion of his seat to Ed's face. Nygma yelled in outrage and smashed his left palm on the armrest.

"A wife you coaxed into the wedding! Screw you Zsasz! I am still working on finding a lawyer who would agree to send you divorce papers and I won't stop until finding them!" He shouted, also throwing his own cushion at the other man face, earning a petty middle finger from his opponent.

"Good luck with that one, nerd." The bald man said sadistically with one of his shit-eating grins.

As Oswald was opening his mouth to screech again a shot resonated in the living room, making Ed scream and jump on his seat and another made Victor pulls his legs up and cross them under him.

"What the hell Y/N?!" Yelled Edward as he was looking at the bullet hole a few millimeters from his left foot. "I saved your life!" He continued.

The woman nodded in an aggravated way. "Yeah, that's why I missed. Same for you, dearest." She added in a dangerous neutral tone. "Yeah, I figured it out myself. Since I know my wife well."

Another shot answered him, piercing the cushion just next to his ear. "Love you too", he mockingly purred earning the middle finger from her.

"I said no guns for you until you fully recovered Y/N!" Hissed Oswald as he grabbed the barrel of her weapon and pulled it out of her grasp. It joined the camera on the coffee table. "Where did you even hide it?! I asked Olga to search you before our meeting!"

The woman looked at him like a second head just popped next to his current one. "Did you think I was just happy to see you dear?" She taunted with a wolfish grin which made a blush explodes on Oswald's cheeks and neck. "It's not funny Y/N! Stop being lewd!" He yelled in a too high-pitched voice.

Her face lost her mischievous glee soon, though. Becoming all bored again. "Look. Everybody in this room knows about my favorite color, that my aka when I need one to work for someone is Persephone, and that I have a fucking tattoo on the back of my upper thigh, just under my fucking buttock.

"You all saw it two days ago. Gods, even Olga saw it and called me a whore in her natal babbling for it. So stop the questions Oswald. We're just wasting time and energy." She sighed while playing with a wild string on her own armchair.

Cobblepot gritted his teeth loudly. She was right, he knew. But it didn't solve their current issue. And he had enough of Ed and Victor constant head butting to gain her undivided attention like two little kids. "So, what do you suggest then? Because it has to STOP!"

The only woman in the room shrugged. "Not my problem. I'm not their mom", She spat before leaning a bit to be able to see them, despite Oswald still perched on her thighs .

"You're fucking grown men, act like it guys. I don't know, kill each other or something. Again. Your rivalry isn't my fucking problem." She said.

"Victor is my husband. I have made my peace with it a long time ago, Ed. And it's convenient. And he's terrific it in bed." The hitwoman added making Ed cringed in disgust and Victor beam like the sun. But his smile was quickly ripped off his face when his dear wife continued.

"And Ed is one of my most precious frenemy in town. Always was and always will, Victor. I love his stupid wit. His riddles amuse me beyond measure, his awkwardness too. It's just too cute", She added.

Oswald felt two hands grab him under his arms and lift him up from his sitting position on her lap. His feet gently found the ground, and he turned to be able to see Y/N also on her feet, dusting her leather suit. Her little scolding had the merit to let Edward and Victor froze on the spot.

Their three gazes were now on her, scrutinizing her moves like birds of prey. They followed her when she walked across the immense room and when she brutally stopped in front of the open double doors. "I'll not divorce my husband. Ed. Good old bitch me is way too loyal for that." She muttered.

"But I'll gladly sleep with Ed or start any romance he might want, Victor, should you ever betray me again like you did with Sofia." She added with a devious smirk.

Chaos. That's what she created when the three men's voices started to shout in perfect sync. Absolute chaos, in where she only was able to hear her own name being called, as well as a "Don't touch my camera you brutes!"

She also had enough, though. And did what she was best known for: living the total crazy mess she actively created without a glance back but a way too large smile on her sadistic face. Like she just told Ed, she was a bitch. And didn't have any problem with acting like one.

A/N - I hope you liked it dear! Have a beautiful day/night and take care!

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