#i am shoving my whole entire fist in my mouth i

[top10statuesthatcriedblood]

patrick will be like 'just a simple guy 🤓' before suddenly popping his entire pussy at decibels previously not known to man

#i am shoving my whole entire fist in my mouth i #I MEAN PETE TOO BUT YKNOW PATRICK PLAYS INTO THE DORK THING. sexy either way boy i wont yew #skulltxt

[dotoftheriver]

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#hands down the worst thing about realizing you loved your friend the whole time #is that every time he posts a picture where he looks slightly awkward or sweet i have to shove my entire fist in my mouth #i am absolutely going to fucking lose it #im so so normal and good

[3rachaslut]

kinks i think skz would have (part 3)

SKZXFEM READER

cw: smut obviously (MINORS DNI) the tw’s are kinda obvious with the sub header but read at your own discretion babies 🤍

a/n: not proofread sorry for any mistakes. also i’m so happy to be writing again! lets be delulu together xox

part 1, part 2

bangchan; hair pulling

oh my lord this man is relentless,

he’d be grabbing fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head up to look at him when you’re on your knees underneath him

“you look so pretty on your knees for me doll”

will literally snatch your hair as he’s fucking you in missionary and growl like an ANIMAL down your ear as he’s so deep in your pussy

“f- fuck baby, ah- feel so good around my cock”

the way your mouth drops open at the sting on your scalp as you stare up at him with mascara down your face from him deep-throating you omg you look devine babygirl!

“don’t cry angel you’re doing such a good job for me” *continues to FACE FUCK you*

lee know; edging/ overstim

we all knew this one was coming

you best believe lee know would make you BEG for him to let you come every. single. time. without fail. you would be a whimpering, sobbing mess

“if you want to cum, what do you say baby? … hmm i don’t think think you want it that much” GOD

he would be holding the vibrator to your clit for ages! smirking at your face contorting as the pleasure just builds and builds in your pussy.

“such a good girl for daddy hmm?” HELP (i am simply a dog)

“that’s it, keep begging sweetheart” AHH

and when he does let you come oh. god. he would make you orgasm over and over again until you’re crying! your pussy would be so red and swollen afterwards and he lovessss to see it

“no no doll, you begged me to come so take it like a good girl”

changbin; pussy slapping

hear me out-

so, changbin would be on top of you fully clothed whilst you’re bare naked underneath him and even the sight of you alone is enough to have his cock digging into you from his pants

he’s the type to play with your clit until you’re mewling but would SLAPPP your pussy once he hears you beg to go faster

“you don’t tell me when to do with your pussy darling”

the way he would smirk slyly as your body jolts up and your legs shake in surprise at the sudden impact o.m.g!

each slap would have you groaning from your whole chest as he continues slapping your sensitive clit again and again and he would even have the AUDACITY to chuckle down your ear at your reactions

“you’ll get my cock soon enough baby, don’t worry”

hyunjin; praise kink

i feel like this one being on the list was inevitable. hyunjin and praise kink just go hand in hand

the way he would trace your entire body with his hands leaving kisses on your exposed skin with his eyes full of adoration i’m CRYING

“you’re actually ethereal y/n..”

each time he would kiss the inside of your thighs, he would look up at you with your head thrown back in bliss and smile lovingly at the sight of you enjoying yourself. (all he cares about is your pleasure i SWEAR)

“that feel nice baby?” um YES

none. stop. compliments of how beautiful your body is and how he’s the luckiest man in the world

lots of make out sessions because trust me, this man is drunk on you!

“so fucking beautiful”

han jisung; marking

because han AINT SHARING

the thought of anyone else looking at you has han feeling the need to mark you as his own. you’re his and he’s yours. done!

seriously bestie, the amount of hickeys he gives you is crazyyyy! but would absolutely kiss each one after making them

“my gorgeous girl, aren’t you? only mine” the POSSESSIVENESS i love urgh

the way he would have you moaning underneath him as he sucks on your neck again and again and the way you would sound so sexy he would be lowkey going feral for you.

“fuck baby, i love you so much”

felix; pain play

because, in my opinion, felix can’t contain his dom side around you…

as in he would be shoving his fingers down your throat whilst pinching and twisting your nipples just to hear your choked moans whilst you writhe under him

and the way he would chuckle smugly af at the state he would put you in every time. (his deep laugh has me on the floor)

“is it hurting baby? aww… good”

SLAPPING. EVERYWHERE.

the lasting bruises of his hands all over your thighs and ass for dayssss

the way he would nip his teeth against your clit just to see you jump and buck up into his face when you feel a sharp sting onfbsjsn

*deep voice* “good girl” — AHHHH i’m sat!!

seungmin; objectification & humiliation

this one is my personal fave… stay with me !!…

i know for sure that seungmin is a super soft lover but you can’t tell me this man doesn’t respectfully disrespect you to the point of orgasm !

the way he would tease your clit forever just to look into your desperate af eyes and laugh at you for being “such a needy fucking puppy yeah?” and the way he would call you a whore and slap you in the face afterwards IM WET

“can’t speak now pup? aww are you so dumb on my cock that you’ve turned into nothing but a doll for me to fuck? yeahhh…”

and the way he would choke you until your eyes roll back in bliss just to laugh at how pliant you are O.M.G

the aftercare though! he would give you so so many face kisses and cuddle you so tightly only to do the exact same thing the night after

jeongin; Msub

look, i’m constantly torn between wanting innie to rail me and wanting to corrupt him but this oneeee…

WHINEY JEONGIN.

when i tell you the whimpers this man lets out whilst you tease the top of his cock is heavenly, i mean dangerously

“y/n- mistress! please!” oh my

his eyes would be focused on YOU, never taking his eyes off his beautiful girl

so much begging and pleading and the way he would moan even louder in desperation when you smirk at him because he knows it gonna be a long night

“i’ll be good! i’ll be so good for you! please y/n!”

the way he would grab your face once he comes down from his high and just kisses you for so long with SO much passion. i will cry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #bang chan smut #leeknow smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[hotgirlgraps]

Devious

Synopsis: Your ex calls at the wrong time and tyler decides to show him why you can’t answer.

Warnings: oral sex (male rec.), degradation kink, praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pet names and an abundance of dirty talk.

A/N: everyone thank @730hook for this concept and just a forewarning, it’s straight filth so if you do notttt like stuff like that just don’t read it. Other than that, enjoy Tyler being absolutely devilish and taking it to a whole other level.

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table and the two of you intended to just ignore it, until the calls started coming back to back. Tyler leaned over, keeping one hand tangled up in your hair still, and took one glance at the screen before you felt his grip in your disheveled locks tighten, earning your eyes to peer up at him.

“It’s your fucking ex again.”

You stilled with your lips cupped tightly around his shaft but you didn’t move when you saw his thumb hover over the screen. He had a devilish glint in his eyes that you hadn’t quite seen from him before, but somehow, you already knew what he was thinking.

You slowly pulled off of him, cautiously contemplating your next words but that phone continuing to buzz in his hand was making the decision for him.

“Tyler?”

“Why’d you stop?” He tilted his head to the side slightly, the sweat glistening off of his chest as it heaved. “You looked so pretty sucking me off, I bet he’d love to get a glimpse himself.”

The corner of his mouth turned up as the thoughts swirled around in his mind. You felt your face contort in confusion until the realization hit you.

“Don’t you want him to leave you alone?” He asked, noting the look on your face. You nodded, and he shrugged his shoulders as his hand run down your cheek, cupping your jaw. “Let’s make him then.”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, gently tugging it down before he brought that hand back up to grab a fistful of your hair, silently motioning for you to keep going while he clicked the green button on the screen and put your phone to his ear.

You kept your eyes on him as you opened your mouth, circling your lips around the tip of his cock and slowly inching it all in, until you felt him brushing against the back of your throat.

“Sup man.” He spoke as he slowly thrusted his hips. “Nah, she’s a little busy right now.” He smirked as he watched you take all of him in, thrusting a little harder to elicit a gag from you that he was sure could be heard through the line.

“I mean, I’d give her the phone but it’s kind of hard for her to talk right now.” He lowly chuckled as he continued thrusting his hips off the mattress. Your nails dug down into his thighs as you attempted to hold back the gags but it was no use when he noticed you trying to fight against it, and laid the phone on his shoulder to wrap both hands in your hair and hold you still while he fucked your throat.

He was making no attempt to hide the raspy, heavy breaths that you were pulling from him as he listened to your ex calling him every name under the sun, a smirk on his face the entire time.

“Yeah, uh huh, what else am I?” He taunted as his hands gripped your locks tighter. You felt him knocking the back of your throat so hard you were sure it would be swollen and bruised for the next ten days but, something about him in this devious state of mind was doing nothing but thrilling you at the same time.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat like that.” He coaxed, making sure your ex was hearing every word. You could hear him shouting through the phone, calling you and Tyler both all kinds of horrid names but it only made a wicked grin slide across his face.

“Man, I feel so fucking sorry for you right now. If only you could see how fucking hot my girl is with her lips around my dick.” He was having way too much fun with the entire thing but so were you and thanks to Tyler’s irrefutable coaxing, you couldn’t help but to add some salt to your exes open wound.

You pulled off of him with a soft pop, your eyes just as devilishly dark as his when you mouthed, “Fuck me”

There was no way he could turn that opportunity down. Only seconds passed before he had you underneath him, your ass perched and back arched but he wasn’t going to give you the opportunity to muffle those screams with a pillow. You could hear your ex’s voice, practically sobbing through the line but you couldn’t make out what he was saying once Tyler slid inside you and his hand grabbed another fistful of your hair, pulling your face from the pillows purposely.

He turned the volume down some and laid the phone next to you, making sure the minutes were still counting on the screen so he knew your ex was being forced to hear everything he was doing to you.

He bent over you, his lips hovering over your ear as he whispered, “don’t try to keep quiet now. You want this bitch to leave you alone, I’m gonna make sure he never calls you again. Understand?”

His hips thrusted in, earning a whimper and a nod from you before you felt his grip in your hair tighten and your head yank back.

“Doesn’t sound like you understand.” He groans, thrusting again, making sure to hit your sweet spot as he swirls his hips slightly, earning a more honest response.

“I understand” you moaned out, gripping the bedsheets as he leaned back up on his knees and grabbed you by the hips, stilling you so he could effectively ruin you all in one.

You kept your head up as best as you could, eyes screwing shut when he jerked his hips and drove his cock so deep you felt a knot forming in your stomach. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours from both his thighs colliding with the back of yours, and his right hand coming down on your ass three consecutive times was probably making your ex’s stomach twist and just the thought of that drove you both wild.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, take this cock like the pretty little slut I turned you into to.” He makes sure to be extra loud, his voice filled with arrogance as he glances over to see the time still counting up on your phone screen. If he had the volume up, he was sure he’d hear your ex bawling his fucking eyes out right now.

“God you’re so tight, gripping me just right. So fucking gorgeous taking me so fucking well. I know you’ve never been fucked by a real man til I got here, never even came before I made you come three times in a row that first night. Remember that, baby? Think we can make that happen again?”

Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids as he slammed into you, listening to his voice and all the pleasurably degrading praises that drip from his tongue like honey already had you reeling.

He was taking so much pride in everything he was saying, knowing the other man was on the end of the phone listening to all the sounds you made while, probably wishing he could have the chance to fuck you one last time but, that only made Tyler’s ego larger than life, cause he knew nobody would ever get the pleasure of having you like he does. And he likes to boast a little bit.

He keeps his thrusts strong and steady, even when he feels you clenching tightly around him. A devious smirk inches across his face and the feeling of your walls pulsating around his cock only fuels him to bring you to that earth shattering orgasm that your ex will have to think about every night from now on. He wants your moans to haunt him, knowing he’ll never be able to hear those sounds from you again.

You had to bite down on the pillow and it still didn’t muffle the moans and whimpers, indefinitely escalating to near screams when reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat. You felt the cool metal of his watch against your skin, leaving an imprint on your neck as he tightened his grip, effectively cutting your oxygen just enough to make you see flashing white lights before your eyes.

“Oh my God Tyler” your strained voice managed to cry out, “please don’t stop! Fuck I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He coaxes, bending over you so that his lips can trail over the side of your neck. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad” you moan out, teeth gritting so hard they may shatter. “Please daddy”

“Oh, so now I’m daddy again?” You could tell you stroked his ego with that one. He pulled back and pushed back in again, this time making sure he feels his tip knock your cervix as he does so. “That’s sweet baby, I guess you’re tryna really earn it, huh?”

His voice was filled with condescension and you could practically feel the taunting just from his tone alone, but all it did was make you want more and he knew that.

“Sound so pretty moaning for me like this. I kinda think I wanna hear it all night long. What about you, bro?” He turns his head towards the phone, “oh sorry, i can’t really hear you over my girl whimpering like this. Maybe I should stuff my dick down her throat some more so you and I can have a little conversation.”

He chuckled darkly before he turned his head back, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear, sending chills straight down your spine. He picked up the pace when he felt the warmth of your walls engulfing him, the pulsations only motivating him.

“Oh my God!” You croaked, feeling his hand squeeze harder around your throat.

“Tell me baby” he silkily whispers despite the sharp snaps of his hips. “Who keeps making you come all over his dick, every fucking night?”

“You!”

“Who?” He snaps harder, making your whole body tremble beneath him.

“Tyler! Oh my- fuck tyler you do! My little pussy fucking loves when you fuck it like this, don’t ever want you to stop daddy, please keep fucking ruining me!”

His heart might have fluttered but you didn’t know that. He rose back up to his knees, unwrapping his hand from your throat and sliding it down your back until it found its place on your hip again.

He was starting to feel his whole body stiffen, eyes rolling as you clamped down around him. He made sure the phone call was still going before he gave your ass another harsh slap and earned a weak, drawn out whimper from you.

“Ima let you come all over daddy’s cock, then I want you on your knee’s immediately. Understand me, baby?”

You couldn’t even respond as he snapped his hips back into you, making you feel that warmth brewing in the pit of your stomach, quickly whipping through your whole body before you even realized it.

“Yeah, that’s it. Daddy’s little sluts about to come all over his cock, isn’t she?” He slowed down slightly, wanting to make sure he extended your high as long as he possibly could just to add to the damage already done to the man on the other end of the phone.

“There you go baby, come on daddy. Let me feel it dripping down my dick before you suck it all off.”

Your face collapses into the pillows, drool sliding out the corner of your mouth as that orgasm powered through you, and Tyler was reveling in it.

“Mhm, keep coming baby, I got you. Daddy’s cock can stay buried in this sweet pussy all night if you want it to.”

Your fingertips had gone numb from how hard you’d been gripping the sheets. So many animalistic sounds ripping through your throat as your body quaked, effectively leaving you in complete shambles once you came back to.

Tyler thrusted in three more times, ever so slowly, pridefully watching as you sunk down against the mattress but that’s when you heard a low chuckle slip past his lips before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and lifted your head back up.

“You’re not done yet, baby. Remember what I told you? On your knees, now.”

You had to force your limp body up, but managed somehow to do it. Tyler grabbed the phone and slid to the edge of the bed, you finding yourself right between his thighs with his shaft in your clammy hands.

“Fuck, alright, I don’t know how good I can focus right now since my girl is about to suck the life out me but I’m all ears if you got something you wanna say.”

The cocky smirk on his face as he watched your tongue swirl around the head had you dripping on the carpet. He kept the phone held between his shoulder and cheek as he pushed some hair out of your face and watched you cup your lips around his cock.

The taste of your own juices mixed with his spouts of precum earned a moan to slip past your lips and he couldn’t help but grin when he heard it.

“You like tasting yourself, baby? Bet you do taste so good tonight, might have to spread your legs and eat that pretty pussy when you’re done sucking me off.”

You felt a blaze beneath your skin from your chest to your cheeks and couldn’t fight against it. He slowly thrusted his hips, effectively hitting the back of your throat again and did his best not to let his voice come out too shaky when he spoke back into the phone.

“Just thought you should know why YN doesn’t answer your calls. She’s too busy coming on my dick, my face, my fingers, whatever I tell her to. It’s probably best you don’t call her anymore, unless you wanna hear her screaming my name, and I’ll be a willing participant for that.” He chuckles, tangling his fingers up in your hair.

“Yeah, well I could sit here and let you hear the end of this but I’m sure you know how it’s gonna go, so I’m gonna get back to watching my girl choke on my dick before I make her come all over my face. Enjoy the visual that just put in your head.”

He tossed the phone to the side and looked down at you with a coy smirk.

“Think we took care of your little problem, baby. But if he’s stupid enough to call back, you can blame him when you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

#hook aew #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #hook #send hook

[cactusnymph]

for the touches ask game, how about "3. hugging while twirling around"? for anyone!

Fuck, she's on fire.

Not literally this time, but emotionally. She can touch people again. She can go around and shove people and clap her hand on their backs and kiss and hug and fuck and punch people in the face in a friendly bar brawl without making their face look like a medium raw beef steak.

Fuck. Yes.

She feels the intense need to kiss Dammon square on the mouth but she hugs him instead and hoists him up and holds him way longer than might be appropriate but he chuckles and hugs her back and it's the fucking best feeling in the world.

Gods, it's so good to be alive.

"This is the best day. This is. The best. Day!", she exclaims, over and over again and beams. She can pick flowers. She could scritch a dog behind its ears right now! Holy shit!

The possibilities are endless and Karlach feels happiness bubble inside her like thick lava, ready to burst out of the ground. She's a literal volcano of happiness. Fuck yeah.

Karlach hugs everyone. She hugs Gale and Tav and Shadowheart, then she hugs Dammon again, then she rolls around in some grass just for good measure. It doesn't leave a burning trail of ash and embers behind and Karlach is so fucking stoked she almost starts crying.

"Oh my gods, I need to find someone to spoon tonight. I'd spoon the fucking Elderbrain to be totally honest with you. I am so ready to cuddle. Holy shit!"

"Please don't spoon the Elderbrain", Gale says weakly and Tav laughs so hard that they choke on their own spit and Shadowheart has to use a spell to make them stop heaving. Karlach loves them all so much. She loves her friends and the whole world and Dammon and this grass tickling her skin and the feeling of the wind in her face.

It wouldn't even matter if she died tomorrow because she's so fucking happy to be in this very moment. It would all have been worth it just for this.

Karlach whistles and sings the entire time they walk back to camp, from time to time grabbing Tav's or Shadowheart's hands to hold and swing between them like a happy child.

First thing she'll do back at camp is find Scratch and pat him for half an hour. At least that's what Karlach thinks until they arrive and the first thing she sees is Astarion and Wyll standing next to each other as Astarion works to fix a rip on Wyll's shirt.

The heart in her chest that's not really a heart roars with affection and she loves Scratch, she loves him so much, but she also loves these men and now she can touch them.

Fuck.

Karlach doesn't think twice, she barrels forward, jumping over the campfire with ease past Lae'zel who's reading a weird metal disc with a furrowed brow and then she's there, startling both of them.

"What in the—", Astarion starts and drops his needle but he can't finish his question because Karlach already picked them both up. Gods, they're both so skinny. She smushes them together and laughs and maybe she also cries a little as she turns around with both of them in her arms, their feet dangling off the ground.

Astarion protests and struggles against her grip like a grumpy cat while Wyll laughs with her.

"It worked!", he exclaims, his voice as excited as Karlach feels.

"It worked", she cries and hugs them tighter, turning two more times before setting them back down and taking a step back. Gods, it's hard to let them go. Fuck she wants to hug them again immediately.

"Well", Astarion says and pretends to dust off his shirt, his face purposefully nonchalant but his cheeks all flushed, "I see your little outing was successful, darling."

"Fuck yes it was. I will spoon you so hard tonight", she says and pumps her fist in the air. Astarion blinks while Wyll chuckles.

"Spoon?", he echoes. Karlach grins so hard that her cheeks hurt.

"Yeah. Spooning. Cuddling. Holding tenderly. Whatever you wanna call it", she says and nods before twirling around by herself again. "I can hug people again!"

"Ugh. Fine, I guess", Astarion says, doing his best to sound as if he's doing Karlach a huge favor. Wyll shakes his head but he's still smiling.

"That means you won't get cold tonight, my pointy-eared friend", Wyll says. Astarion narrows his eyes at Wyll.

"I am dead. I don't get cold", he proclaims and stalks off, leaving Wyll's shirt unfinished. Karlach beams at him as Wyll hugs her again.

"I am so happy for you", he whispers and she holds him tight.

"Me too, Wyll. Me too."

feel free to send me more of these <3

#wyllstarion #wyllach #karlach cliffgate #astarion x karlach #astarion x wyll #karlach x wyll #astarion x karlach x wyll #wyllachstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #astarion #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #bless you anon and also janne for poking my way into this direction

[slashingdisneypasta]

MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

I'm not really back, I just had this and thought I'd just go and post it.

Plot: I saw this thing on Pinterest (Picture below) and I just had to write this XD Basically, you’re super bored so when the bastard that constantly hits on you turns up, you figure ‘Why not mess with them a little?’ and accidentally bite off more than you can chew.

Includes: The Pervy Bunch! (I hope Pervy Villains anon likes this!! ^^ ) So Beetlejuice, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Greasy Weasel, Hades, and Offenderman.

Warnings: Dubious consent, a little assault and lotsa sexual references but no actual smut. Also I tried to convey that you do actually want them- you just don’t want to admit it cuz they’re gross and evil- but I’m not sure it came through 😅

You know what I have noticed about the Pervert group? An unsettling amount of them have powers that allow them to just pop up near you, which is just great-

Also *eye twitches* I have watched Hercules more times than any other movie, and I still feel like I can’t write Hades for shit! I am about to Blacklist his blueberry ass.

Beetlejuice:

“Ohh, you just made a grAVE mistake, baby… “  

“What!?” You shriek, feeling him pop up next to you and curl a long, winding arm over your shoulders. When the hand attached tries to be funny and grab something lower then necessary, your eyes widen to the size of plates and throw it off you entirely. “No- I- “You’re backing up fast, but not fast enough it seems as BJ grabs you again.

This time his dirty hands enclose around your upper arms and he holds you so that the two of you are chest to chest. You try to shove him away, but only end up in an even more precarious position with your hands - fists, - on his chest, and promptly give up. Fighting is just making it worse, you think, rolling your eyes up to the sky and attempting only to move your head so that your face as far away from his humanly possible.

“I gotta hand it to you, doll, you know how to get a guy’s engine roarin’,” Beetlejuice growls out, and also takes that opportunity to press his already-engorged – honestly you would not be surprised, if he just saw you and suddenly ZING!! it went up, - groin up into yours whilst making a vroom sound. Your jaw drops practically to the ground with a gasp, and you give yet another struggle despite giving up, wanting desperately for your elbow to make its way directly into his nose, but he easily holds you still. “Baby- Baby!! You know I like it rough, but let’s try not to damage the goods, K??”

“Oh, damage?? Damage, you say?? I’ll show you damage!!- “You attempt to left your leg and knee him in the privates that so unpleasantly grinded into yours a moment ago but he steps on your foot! Then his shoelaces unfurl and twist under the souls of your own and tie you both together; Making it impossible for you to move without him. “You- “Out of frustration, you kick your leg out anyway, hoping it’ll cause him some kind of pain or discomfort.

“Come on baby,” He lets go of your arms in favour to grab at your waist, and pulls you taught against him. You, on the other hand, let out a groan from frustration and with nowhere else to comfortably leave your arms, you lay them up over his shoulders. The action causes him to smirk, and you roll your eyes heavily. He’s so gross, you do NOT enjoy this- “I wanna do bad things to you. Give in with me.”

“No way. Filthy corpse men aren’t really my thing.”

“Not according to what you just told me, sweetheart~ “Your eyes narrow at him, but before you can slap a hand over his dirty mouth- he’s mimicking you with total and embarrassing accuracy. “It’s too bad you’re such a creep, BJ~ Otherwise I mighta- “

“Okay okay okay!” A little too late, but even so- one of your hands seals his mouth tightly shut. Your whole body feels hot, now, and you choose to believe its from embarrassment. “We don’t need a recap.”

“Otherwise, I mighta fucked you~~ “

Ughhh, you forgot he could throw his voice. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard.

But not in that way!

So you take your hand away from his mouth, as you’re becoming increasingly afraid that he’ll lick it soon. “I did not sound that slutty… “

“No, you’re right. You only sound like THAT in my fantasies.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me.”

“Why tell you when I can show ya, huh?” A hand, feeling almost like some kind of creepy crawly, slides down the sides of your body, but with one hostile glare from you he stops short of your ass. Thank god-

“You are disgusting.”

“And it’s kinda hot, right?”

“No!”

“Yes, BJ, you’re so sexy~- “

“Ugh!” He’s mimicking you again! Its so annoying!

So, naturally, you kiss him.

That turns into making-out at a world record speed, and then you’re on the nearest couch grinding back up into him totally on your own accord, and you refuse to think about anything you were just saying. This feels good, this feels like you’ve been waiting forever for it- So, you’ll deal with hating yourself later.   

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, hearing your words- feeling how you’re looking at him- seeing your walk over- before a gross smirk spreads slowly across his face. “Really?~ “

“Wh- “One glance at him shows that he did not at all get that you were just fucking around, and a snort escapes you. “No. Of course not. I’m just bored- so go home, nothing’s happening here. Ever.”

Chucky does not let it go immediately. Instead, his cold eyes are gazing at you with the heat of the sun, still. “Ever… ?”

“Yes, ever.” You say sternly, and quickly- leaving no room for hesitation.

“You sound pretty damn sure of that, toots.” Hands enveloped in his coat pockets, a look that does not make him any less threatening, he takes a casual step towards you. Your body reacts powerfully to the action, the possibility of what might come of it- but you’re a groan adult and keep it to yourself. You know who you should and shouldn’t want, and Charles Lee Ray most certainly belongs in the second group. “But,” He takes another step and now he’s looking down at you, stupid messy hair forming a dark halo around his pale face. “You also sounded pretty sure a moment ago, when you hit on me? I’m confused~ “

“Well let me clear it up for you,” Setting your hands on your hips, you force yourself to glare back into his intimidatingly icy blue eyes and enunciate. “I’m not interested in creepy bums.”

First, his mouth twitches but he manages to hold himself together- But then he all-out laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning backwards. Meanwhile you’re totally taken aback, watching him have a fit over you insulting him. Is he a masochist or something?- “You… hehe… you’re- oh, fuck hold on a moment,” He continues to cackle for another minute, in which you feel that maybe you could just leave… Before, finally, he calms down; Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Ahhh, fucken bitch you don’t even know how wrong you are.”

Your jaw drops. “What?”

He suddenly drags you the rest of the way to him, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against his body. You gasp, and shove him once. “I’m not a bum, doll… I’m fucken crazy. I fucking murder people!”

Your eyes do a little look both ways before settling cautiously on Chucky again. “… My bad?”

“Look,” He starts, having sobered up again by this point. There’s a smirk on his face again that somehow turns you into some kind of Y/N based mush on the inside- even now, after a revelation like that. In fact your stupid feelings may have gotten worse. “Lemme propose somethin’ to ya, heh?”

“… O-kay… “

“Lemme take ya home.”

Ugh, for gods sake, does he ever give up? “No.”

“I’ll show ya how a real man fucks his doll~ “ God god god! This is too much! You’re trying to resist, you swear that you are, but he’s so close, holding you like he truly wants you, and now he’s saying shit like that!- “I betcha you haven’t been screwed right in a long time… Amiright? Only a real psycho can do that, trust me.”

“You’re so fucked up.”

“Exactly.”

At that, you tiredly gaze up at him and… consider.

Freddy Krueger:

A broken gasp flies out when your back hits a wall. Your eyes are wide looking up at the lecherous grin on Freddy’s face, that’s far too close to yours for comfort, and you specifically think- whoops. 

That may have been a miscalculation on my part, you think. It seems that Freddy does not, in fact, get that you were just bored. Or maybe he just doesn’t care-

Either way, you’re in deep water now.

Deep, deep water, you add staring back into terrible blue eyes.

Quickly you gather your wits, narrow your eyes and set your jaw at him. “… Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?~ “

“Whatever it is you’re thinking!” You exclaim, afraid to even wonder what it could be that he’s thinking for it would surely traumatise you. You don’t need to know, anyway; Its never happening. Now you just need to et out of this all-too-close situation, here-

“Oh- I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!” Oh, Drama King of the century is making a production of this- surprise, surprise. Groaning, you lean back onto the wall and wait for your cue; When Freddy’s acting like this, its best to just go with the flow. But when a sharp, rusty blade comes up between your faces, almost cutting you, you tense up again. “You’re the one that teased me, Princess.”

“I was bored- “You explain, bluntly, but the blade raise sup high near to your eyes and your gaze follows it instinctually- which he loves. He loves watching you keep an eye on the glove, just a hint of fear and also an odd arousal in your eyes as you both know full-well that if he wanted to hurt you, it would be too easy for him.

“Oh- I’m hurt!” The glove goes flat to his chest, now, and you let out a relieved breath as he makes like he’s offended.

“Well!... “ –Wait. Why should you sound apologetic?? “… Good?”

“Sweetheart, you wound me… Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for that.” Freddy informs, nodding his head, and gasp at the sudden turn-around.

“Like hell!”

A long, wooden ruler appears in his non-gloved hand and your jaw actually drops. Why in the world does he have THAT!? “Every time you swear, kitten, Daddy’s gonna have to punish you~ “

You don’t know whether you’re going run, or laugh, and its an odd sensation, culminating into a feeling almost like- Lust… “Please stop referring to yourself as ‘Daddy’, Freddy- “ And please, dear god, don’t call me ‘kitten’- Because yikes.

“Why…? “He asks, smirking, and you’re about to reply ‘because its gross- you’re gross’, but he leans in closer to you still and you forget what you were about to say. You cross your arms over your chest and flatten yourself against the wall better, too. You swear, if he gets any closer to your person, you’re going to explode. “Are ya getting… sssslippery??”

Okay- now you actually do laugh. A snort slips out of you and develops into cackles as you you’re your arms from their defensive position in order to cover your face, before you manage to just shake your head. “No!... No, I think I’m all dried up, actually… Like sandpaper.”

Freddy gives you a look, then, like he knows something you don’t. Yet again you watch him raise the glove, and using a couple blades that whine at the use, he gestures between the two of you. “… You and I both know that’s not true… don’t we now?”

“In your drea- Uhm,” Dear lord, that’s embarrassing, especially with how his eyes light up. “I mean… No. We know no such thing, no.”

“Wanna test?~ “ Gone is the giant ruler, then, leaving just his hand; Bare, and you notice that he’s got good fingers, and its- he’s- an enticing option in all honesty!-

But… But… Oh, fuck, you’re forgetting why this is a bad idea. He’s so close, and he’s making to so clear that all you have to do is stop saying no, so…

One more time- “Get out of my head.”

“Never. Its too much fun here.”

“Then… “Then, you’re out of strength. “Ugh. Just kiss me, then, Freddy.”

Greasy Weasel:

Good god, you’ve never seen Greasy smile like that. You’ve been kidnapped by these assholes a million and one times, it seems, and you’ve seen him in various stages of undress because he’s a whore but this?? This, is terrifying. He’s practically licking his chops at you.

“Oh cariño~ So glad to hear you finally giving in to me~ We have much to try together.”

Oh, god. Your face is totally hot, looking left and right and searching for an immediate exit. Wheezy! “Wheezy, don’t you- where are you going? Don’t you dare leave me alone in here with him!!”

“Who the hell am I to stand in the way of true love?” He doesn’t laugh as he leaves the room, but the cruel delight in his tone evident. Your jaw drops as the door falls shut behind him and you’re left alone with the sex-crazed weasel, furious, before turning back to Greasy- mouth still wide open. This is ridiculous!-

Backing off from him slowly, you raise your hands in defence. “… Greasy come on… I was joking, you know that right?- “ Desperately, you try to reason with him- knowing its no use as he stalks over to you.

“Close your mouth, beautiful one,” Gently, Greasy pushes your mouth shut and that just makes your face even hotter than before- unbearably hot actually- you need a bucket of ice right now. “You’ve already caught me.”

… Is he equating himself to a fly? Is that supposed to be a line?? Oh jesus christ he’s so dumb-

Then, because Greasy is not the type to let an opportunity like this go to waste, he kisses you for the very first time.

He presses his lips right onto yours; Kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting for this for a long damn time- which he has. Meanwhile all you can think is that he’s never been so close to you before, you can smell his horrible cologne and feel his warmth all over and you couldn’t explain what happened next if you wanted to. Because the next thing that happened was that you moaned. Almost like… you’ve been waiting for this a long damn time, too.

You moaned… at Greasy Weasel’s kiss. And you wanted to reach out and pull him closer, too! The feral monkey part of your brain wanted to push the bastard down onto the couch, wrap your legs around his waist and part your lips. Luckily you retained sense enough not to do that, at least. At least!

… But he still heard you moan for him.

And so when he pulls back theirs a shit eating grin on his face that you wish you know you’re going to regret not slapping later on, but right now you’re in shock. Are you crazy? You enjoyed that???

“So the truth comes out~ You want me too~ “

“No!- “

“Ah ah ah, cariño~ There’s no denying your own body~ “

“Oh yes I can!”

“C’mon… “

“Listen here, you will not do that again to me- “

“Sí, I will.”

“Greasy, I swear to GOD- “

Against your wishes, Greasy leans across and smothers your lips with his again and- yes- you could have pulled back; He wasn’t gripping you in anyway and you weren’t cornered.

But- you stood there anyway, rooted to the spot and kissed him back.

Hades:

“Oh… yeah?~ ”

“Kidding!” You snort, turning away from the God and making to walk off. “That’s never gonna happen. See you around, Hade- Oh crap! - “He materialises in front of you again and one look at his face tells you everything. He thinks he has a real shot with you now because you said that one little thing to him!

Oh, damn.

Raising your hands is surrender at Hades, you give a nervous grin. “Really, I was just teasing. I’m sorry. Now, I gotta go- “You try to swerve him again, but he just dissipates into smoke and then abruptly reappears in front of you once again.

“Ah ah ah, c’mon… Secrets out, babe, no need to play hard to get anymore.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I’m playing Escape Room.” You snap quickly, turning to try it one last time… but there’s a tree in your way, of-fucking-course, and it makes you let out a frustrated groan. What!? WHAT!? A TREE? Really??? Sighing and slumping, you turn back to Hades, lolling your head back to look at him in expectancy. “… So, what’s next, then? You kidnap me off the Underworld and force pomegranates down my throat?”

The fire flickering atop his head crackles and a little grin quirks across your lips at his tell-tale tantrum indication. “I did not kidnap Demeter’s kid, that’s a myth. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not into the whole… incest fad, the rest of ‘em are.”

Making a disgusted face, all nose and a big frown, you reach over and give his shoulder a pat. “Well, good for you.”

“Though… I could take you whenever I like. See, up to this point Y/N I’ve been a gentleman.” Now, he slips away from you, gives you room to breath which you do- having not even realised you were holding it in the first place. Why would you??

“Oh? Coulda fooled me.”

“Aha,” The sound is without a hint of amusement at your words, and rather disdain- but Hades doesn’t get mad and he doesn’t turn around. Just goes on. “Anyway- the point is, I could.” The fire flickers up higher this time, making Hades’ excitement at the prospect evident. “But let me tell you, all that kidnapping business- its messy, and time consuming, and I’m a busy man. Besides, no need!” He turns around, and the smirk on his face makes a little fire burst in your insides. You try to ignore it, though, keeping your face straight. “You’ve just made it oh so obvious, babe, that you want me too.” You did what!? You merely flirted!- “So why fuck with the whole kidnapping plight?”

“Uh-… I-… “What do you even say to that? Its also becoming hard to think, under the heat of how he’s looking at you. This has happened before, of course, but all of a sudden you’re struggling to ignore it. “Hades, come on… “

Instead of responding this time, Hades just offers his hand to you. It’s a yes or no question, which should be easy to turn down, but you discover the shocking urge to say yes bubbling up inside you and hesitate.

… Do you really want to reject him?...

Offenderman:

“Hold on, hold on, hold ON! - “The words fly from your lips as soon as Offender turns to you fully, hands folded calmly in his pockets but a deeply amused grin on his face tells you everything that he’s thinking- loud and clear. Body hot under his heavy gaze, despite not having eyes at all, you wonder how on earth you can reign this situation back in… when there’s an acute possibility that you have just opened pandoras box. “… Um, ha… I was joking?”

“Sure… “Tentacles slide out from the little ripped holes in the back of his coat and slither around threateningly, making your eyes widen. You take a step back, more out of formality then real fear, eyeing the appendages hanging in the air prepared to strike at any given moment.

“I was!”

“No, I believe you.” He says, but you hear his tone and know that he’s lying; He doesn’t believe you at all. Offenderman thinks that you want him. Which is a very dangerous thing.

And its- of course, its- crazy! You don’t! No way. Never. No.

“… Okay… “

“Except- “Oh dear lord, here we go. You just fucking knew it. Why, oh why, did you have to be right?? Setting your jaw determinedly, you go to turn on Offender and continue down the hall to somewhere safe and not-so-alone with him, but he teleports in front of you- closer, this time. So he’s really craning his neck down to see you and you’re face-to-face with his chest. You heave a great sigh at the action, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “We both know that’s not true… You can hate me all you like but that doesn’t change the fact you wanna fuck the shit outta me. Or have me fuck you; Either way.”

Ugh. Come on, now- “I don’t hate you. I’m disgusted by you.”

“Even better.” He grins, a perverted glee entering his smooth voice.

“And you’re wrong.” You go on contrarily. “The only thing I want from you is for you to leave me alone for once.”

For a blissful moment, Offender doesn’t say a damn word more so that you’re considering another escape attempt, because maybe he’s bored, before he then takes a final step into your personal space and lowers his voice. “… You know,” He purrs. “… We could go with your story, if that’s how it’s gotta be.”

Looking up at him then, you tilt your head to the side quizzically. “What?”

“I won’t tell a soul about this… all you have t’ do is disappear with me for a while. Everyone can keep thinking you have some kinda ‘supernatural resistance to me’, which you and I both know doesn’t fucken exist, and you still get six or seven orgasms from me. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open. Six of s e v e n!? “N- “

Damnit it- he can tell you’re intrigued, and you know because his evil, sharp smile widens. “Maybe eight.” Oh, hell-

“Eight!?”

“Yeah, that should be enough.”

Oh, you hate yourself for asking, but- “Enough… for what?”

“Well that’s the point you mortals usually get so fucken dumb you can’t count anymore.”

Okay… your face feels like an oven now. “That’s… I… “And you’re tongue-tied now! Oh, fantastic…

“But… you gotta tell me you want it. Consent and all that- and besides… I wanna hear it. So c’mon.” You’re shaking you head, but no words escape your lips, because you’re afraid of what might come out if you try, but Offender’s backing you into a wall now and when your back bumps into the old dusty wallpaper Slender hasn’t bothered to update in 2 centuries he ends up so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his much larger frame against yours. God, you can hear your blood pumping loudly in your ears, and your brains feeling fuzzy, and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the two of you are alone.

Which means- no witnesses. No one would know if you just… if you didn’t even say anything. You wouldn’t need to. Just nod, or reach out to him, or just drop to your knees even… Fuck.

“It’d be just between you and me, doll.”

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[bluepeachstudios]

Ghost's Birthday Part 3

Ghost's Birthday Masterpost

Where do you take Ghost first? You chose to take Ghost to see the dinosaurs first.

Leo made a good argument for the planetarium, but in the end Mikey's idea won out. Ghost had been giving them random dinosaur facts since they were kids; it was hard to ignore that.

They headed for the 4th floor, where the majority of the dinosaurs were, and began exploring. Donnie and Ghost took their time looking at the displays and reading the descriptions while Leo and Mikey were the opposite, giggling as they ran around pointing out the skeletons and taking selfies of each other pretending to be eaten by the displays.

Ghost paused by the triceratops, staring at it harder than he had the others. Mikey noticed first.

"Your favorite?" He guessed.

"Least," Ghost answered. He reached up and scratched his temple.

"Oh. What's your favorite, then?"

"My favorite is the argentinosaurus," Ghost answered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "It's one of the biggest land animals to ever live, possibly the biggest. It lived during the Last Cretaceous period, and they've only found fragments of fossils of it before, so it's a little hard to guess what they really looked like, but there are computer model recreations and estimations based on the bones they have found."

As he talked, he became more animated, his eyes brightening. He shifted his focus from the triceratops to the stegosaurus, ambling over.

"The one specimen they found was in Argentina, which is where it got its name from. A computer simulation that was studying its gait found that it actually walks at a decent speed despite its size, about 7.5 kilometers per hour. And even though it's the largest known titanosaur, there are some other sauropods that may have been larger, but there's so little pieces left of them it's impossible to tell. The blue whale's mass still far outweighs even the argentinosaurus, though. The argentinosaurus is only about 75 tons, and a blue whale can get bigger than 150."

Ghost had drawn Leo, Donnie and Raph's attention now as well. He'd always gotten excited talking about dinosaurs, but he'd never had his eyes wide and his voice so expressive. He shook his fists at his sides and leaned up on his toes.

When Ghost finished his small infodump, he looked down at Mikey and his expression faltered. If Mikey didn't know any better, he would have thought Ghost was flustered.

"You know sometimes I'm reminded how much of a huge nerd you are," Leo blurted.

"Leo!" Mikey gasped with a laugh.

"Says the guy who can quote all of Jupiter Jim 7 1/2: Don't Forget Pluto," Donnie snarked.

"Far off at the edges of our galaxy-" Leo started loudly.

Ghost quickly slung an arm over his shoulders and pressed a hand over his mouth, whispering, "Inside voice, Leonardo."

"Sorry," Leo said through his hand. "But I really can recite the whole thing."

"I know," Ghost murmured, a hint of pride in his tone.

"Ghost, look!" Mikey squeaked from the doorway to the next room. Ghost walked after him, peering inside.

"That sure is a giant sloth," Donnie noted, peeking around him.

Ghost let out a breath, ducking his head.

"Sabertooth tiger!" Mikey pointed and rushed over to the display.

"That's a smilodon," Ghost informed him.

"I don't see any smiles on Don," Leo quipped. Donnie shoved him and he toppled over.

"They lived during the Pleistocene," Ghost continued as Raph pulled Leo to his feet. "Only went extinct about 10,000 years ago."

"That's such a long time," Mikey marveled.

"Not in the history of the entire planet, Michael, it's quite recent," Donnie said matter-of-factly.

"I can't even wait 10 seconds for an egg to heat up in the microwave," Leo complained.

"An egg in th-?!" Mikey whipped around to stare at Leo, mortified.

Ghost rubbed a hand over his face. "Leo..."

"Whaat I learned my lesson!" Leo defended. "You only put it in for five seconds at a time!"

"With the shell?" Mikey moaned.

"Well how else am I going to fast-boil an egg, Miguel?"

"As our family court stenographer, I've put Leo down for a second consecutive life sentence for culinary-related crimes," Donnie said, tapping away at his wrist pad. "May we have the jury's approval?"

#tmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #Ghost's Birthday cyoa #rottmnt #tmnt 2003

[fandomfluffandfuck]

🥺🥺 I need more sub Chris thots for ghosted 👁 see those tags 🫠🫠 srsly tho only if you have time 👉🏻👈🏻

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I don't really have the time but I have to get these thoughts outta my head lmao so, yes, subby Chris/Cole (Chris' character's name) and domme Ana/Sadie (the name of the character Ana is playing)--

He 100% makes tiny little sounds every time she shoves him around. When he's manhandled he can't help but gasp and whine and make other breathless noises. It's NOT an appropriate moment for him to pop a boner, being pressed into a wall or the ground or whatever while in real life, actual, non-joke danger but he can't really help it. It just happens 😳

(He also makes sounds when she tries to clean him up after they're out of danger. The rubbing alcohol stings! The bandages put pressure on his bruises and it hurts! His muscles ache! She threatens to hold him down if she has to because she's not letting him get infections later. She's also not gonna wait for him later if he's still tending his own wounds, unfamiliar with how to do it correctly and efficiently. He... uh... might have to take her up on the holding down thing.)

He's already so stupid... so, can you imagine how fucking stupid [affectionate] he becomes when he's turned on? Baby 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 fuck 👏🏻 dumb 👏🏻

I can so see him on top of her thrusting into her, basically just humping her while he's face first into her boobs as she grabs his hair tightly, telling him just how she wants to be fucked. He may be dumb but he knows how to use that fucking dick... or, he knows how to use it when she encourages him, he's kinda perfectly pathetic without direction 🥴

If she calls him a good, pretty boy while eating pussy and he will expire. No more thoughts, only horny. No higher functioning.

Speaking of him being pretty and thoughtless, I feel like he has such a huge praise kink but also a huge dumbification kink. He's so pretty and stupid. Simple and just good for giving her what she needs.

One time she ropes him into going with her on a low-stakes undercover mission... his only job is to look pretty as her *cough* arm candy *cough* "plus one" while she flirts and gains information from the high-class male partygoers. So, to keep him entertained, she puts his cock in a cage and keeps the key around her neck as part of her glamorous outfit. All night he loses focus every time he catches a glance at that key. He can feel his cock twitch in his slacks, trying and failing to get hard in the unforgiving cage. She... if he's lucky... might take him to the bathroom and put him on his knees for her, but there's no way he's getting out of that cage while they're on a mission. It's serious business.

Last thought: him getting pegged 🥴🥴 The first time she bottoms out inside him, he can't help but press back onto her strap, twisting the sheets in his fists, with his mouth falling wide open as he helplessly blurts out, "oh, g-god, it feels good!" And she can't help but laugh because, duh, it feels good. She's fucking him. That's the whole point. But, fuck, she loves it too. She loves making him even dumber than usual. She loves making his pretty face go entirely slack with pleasure, not a thought in sight.

So... yes. Subby Ghosted Chris.

Photo from @/thetrashstache because I wanted to see it again 👀

Did I probably way exaggerate his himbo-ness? Yeah. Am I sorry? No. I mean, come on, who doesn't love a pathetic little man? 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #chris evans #ana de armas #ghosted #sadie #cole riggan #fandomfluffandfuck #sadie x cole #sadie rhodes x cole turner #sadie rhodes × cole riggan #cole turner #sadie rhodes #cole

[starlitangels]

Disconnect from the Details

I’m apparently still brainrotting for James... hmm. This one isn’t technically a sequel to “Sorry (Isn’t Enough)” but it follows a plot thread from it briefly. 1.7k words

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This isn’t personal. You can’t make it personal, James thought sharply to himself. He had both hands braced on his desk and he was leaning on them, head bowed between his arms. You’re better than that. You know how to ignore your feelings. So just do it.

He ground his teeth.

Love. Marcus called the asset Love. The same precious pet name James called his own—

James growled low in his throat in frustration. You’re better than this, James. You have to be. The entire world needs you to get this done. You can’t make it personal.

He flicked a finger and his computer monitor sprang to life on the other side of the desk. James circled it and watched the isolated security camera footage again. Marcus and the asset’s interactions when they thought they were alone and unsupervised. The way Marcus apologized and begged the asset to change, but the asset couldn’t. Nothing they were programmed with would allow them to suppress the obsession code.

A vein pulsed in James’ temple.

Maybe he had to fight the urge to make this personal because it was personal. Maybe he was so pissed about this whole thing because of how many times he’d done the same thing. Apologized to the person he loved over and over again—and never changed his behavior. He always just accepted the next job. He’d missed two anniversaries now. He’d missed his partner’s birthday. His partner didn’t care much about the MoonBound solstice considering they were unempowered, but he liked celebrating it with them, and he’d missed that too. He’d been away from home for… had it been a year, yet? He’d lost track. He was used to spending weeks or months in a hotel somewhere, but this was different. He had to stay on-site with everyone else at the Project Meridian facility. He couldn’t separate work from life as easily as before. He used to be able to call his partner from the hotel on other jobs whenever he had a second.

Here, it was nothing like before.

He grabbed his mouse roughly and forcibly shut down the video player showing the security camera footage of Marcus and the asset from last night. Feeling like he was going to combust, he clicked open an email to the Department.

To Whom It May Concern, I need to call my partner ASAP or I am GOING to lose my mind. Best, James

He hit “Send” and shoved away from his desk to look out the window. His hold on his powers was wavering—like when they first manifested and he was lost in the Telepathy with no one to teach him how to control the magic. He’d heard whispers from the unguarded minds of demons and daemons at Department buildings that magic was simply the next step after emotion. He knew from experience that had to be true. His powers were always hardest to control when his emotions were running high. He’d never once breached his partner’s boundaries even then, but there were times that took all his willpower.

Jimmy, he heard his partner’s voice whisper from his memories. Jimmy, I need you to breathe.

He took a deep breath through his nose, slowly exhaling out his mouth. He was so close to the windows that he fogged the glass a bit. It was colder here than it was at home. He didn’t like it. He’d grown up in a warm environment and his cold tolerance was lacking. He just wanted to go home.

Stupid, he thought. You’re stupid, James. This project could have been close to finished by now if you hadn’t hesitated on that damn code. It has to be removed. Why did you wait? Why did you think letting it play out was a good idea? You should have nipped it in the bud the moment you realized what was happening.

He slammed the side of a fist into the glass. It didn’t break and barely wobbled under the force of the impact.

Jimmy, his partner’s voice soothed again. You need to breathe. Relax, baby. I know you like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, but no one can bear that forever. Not even you.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel their hand brushing his black hair away from his forehead, gently trailing their fingertips over his skin to cup the side of his face. If he concentrated hard enough, he could remember the feeling of their lips on his the morning he left. The desperate kisses, trying to make up for all the ones that would be missed while he was away.

Boo-da-ling!

He whirled around to see his computer monitor had a small yellow box in the corner of the open window.

1 New Message from D.U.M.P. Show Ignore

He snatched his mouse and clicked Show.

The email window flickered to change its display.

James, Permission granted to call your partner. Best, Faye Prowse, Department of Uniform Magical Practices

James typed a quick reply thanking Faye and scrambled to grab his office phone once the email had been sent.

He plunked his partner’s number—that he’d long since memorized—into his office phone.

Why were his hands shaking?

Ring-ring! Ring-ring! Ring-ri—

“James?”

A wash of relief passed through his entire body. “Hey love,” he greeted.

“Why didn’t the Department let me know we had a call scheduled?”

“This one was… impromptu,” James replied. “There’s been a lot of pressure on me lately and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I just… I needed to hear your voice.” He released a sigh, exhaling the bone-deep tension he’d been carrying. “I emailed them a couple minutes ago and told them if I didn’t get to talk to you I’d lose my mind.”

“You didn’t actually say it like that,” they remarked.

“I did.”

His partner started to laugh. If James could trade all the magic in his Core for the ability to hear that sound every day, he would. For years, they’d been the only person in his life before the academy who knew about his powers. They still were. He wasn’t going to tell his parents unless he absolutely had to—and that was unlikely. Sure he’d made friends like himself at the academy, but none of his school friends from his unempowered life had any clue apart from his partner. He’d told them when they were just best friends from childhood and were most of the way through high school when he couldn’t stand keeping the secret anymore. Before he knew about covert and the Department and what both of those would end up doing to his life.

Their life. The one the two of them were supposed to share.

His partner sighed through their laughter. “Oh Jimmy. Leave it to you to be that blunt with your bosses,” they said fondly.

“I’m blunt with everyone. It gets things done.”

That sparked their amusement anew. “Of course, baby. Of course.” They took a deep breath. “But you’re having a hard time?”

“There’s just… a lot of pressure.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s the nature of most of these jobs. This one is just… worse than usual. And I needed to talk to you to keep me sane.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

James shook his head, even though he knew they couldn’t see him. “I don’t think I can. The Department monitors this line for covert breaches.”

His partner sighed. “Jimmy,” they said softly. “Disconnect from the details, and tell me what’s wrong. Are the other people you’re working with behaving disrespectfully?”

He thought for a moment. “Yes,” he said. “One, in particular. He’s disrespecting the project as a whole—and severely disrespecting the… other person this job is mainly counting on. It’s slowing us down. And… it’s hard not to take the disrespect personally.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Can you do something about it?”

Remove the code, he thought. Let the asset decide how to react to Marcus’ abuses. “Actually… yes. I think I can.” A smile of relief tilted the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, love.”

They chuckled. “Without me you’d get too caught up to take a second to step back and look at things from an outside perspective,” they teased. “I know I can’t know all the details of everything you do, but I don’t have to. The details aren’t important to me. You are. And if I need to steer you in the right direction, I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jimmy. Now go kick that project’s ass.”

James laughed. For the first time in weeks, he laughed. Genuine and loving and amused. “I guess I’ll do just that,” he said. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course,” they replied. “How much more time do we have on this call?”

��They didn’t give me a limit, but I should probably keep it short.”

“That’s probably for the best. I guess I’ll just look forward to our hour-long call next week.”

“I guess so. I’ll be eagerly awaiting it myself.”

“Let me know how you’re feeling about that disrespectful person when we can talk again. I hope it gets better.”

“I think it will,” James said. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Good. I’m proud of you, James.”

“Thanks, love.” He made a kiss noise into the microphone. They made the noise back. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Talk to you soon,” they promised.

He took a deep breath and hung up the phone. Not before he caught a rushed, “Love you!” from his partner. He smiled fondly at the phone. Love you too, he thought.

He got up from his desk and went to the door to one of the guards passing by in the corridor. “Bring the asset to me at the first available opportunity,” he said.

The guard nodded at him. “Sir,” they acknowledged before trotting off with more purpose.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted James #Redacted Audio #James #Starlit Fic

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Thanks for the tag @funkypoacher and @poeti-kat

Just going to tag a few folks this time around: @natesofrellis @thomrainer @strangefable @roofgeese @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @derelictheretic @direwombat @marivenah

With NaNoWriMo most of my writing for Kit's canon fic is fairly bare bones right now with dialogue and quick stage direction.

This is the last little bit I've written with any sort of polish and of course it just so happens to be a Jacob scene (I am nothing if not predictable):

"Wake up, kitten."

The sun burned at her eyes, her hands blocking out the light as best she could manage. She was back on the dirt floor, inside the cage he liked to keep her in. Like the animal she was, wild, reckless, and untamable.

Jacob stood over her like he was a titan and she felt infinitesimally small. She rolled onto her side and sat up on her knees, gripping the bars to keep her sturdy and upright. She didn’t have the strength to get up on her feet quite yet, though she did realise being in a position like this would be just what he wanted, kneeling at his feet. She forced herself up to her feet, she would never give him the satisfaction. Despite standing at her full height she still barely reached his shoulders.

His eyes dragged over her bruised and scarred body, a hunger grew in their emptiness.

She licked her lips, dry and cracked under her tongue. She had no idea how long she’d been trapped here. Days, she assumed, based on the desperate thirst in her dry mouth and the incessant growling in her stomach.

 “How long have I been here, Jacob?”

 “Seven days. You must be hun-gry.”

 He chuckled as Pratt brought over a chair and a food bowl full of mashed up brown “something”. Sliding it under the bars of the cage for her to eat, Staci looked at her with pity and desperation.

The way she’d been served turned her stomach, but the deep unsettling growl of her stomach trying to eat itself persuaded her to bend down and grab a handful.

 “This better not be fucking dog food or I swear to –“

 “You’re hungry, aren’t you?” He goaded. 

 “Bite me," she snarled.

His lip twitched up into a grin, as he took a seat in the folding chair. His eyes kept on her, waiting for her to break, waiting for her to give in to the impulse to eat, to survive however possible.

Her gums ached, her mouth was so dry now, her tongue swollen, her throat burning, and the stomach acid burned in her gut. She stared down into the bowl, what saliva she could muster was beginning to coat her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and shoved her fist into the bowl, grabbing a handful of mystery meat and bringing it to her mouth. Bastard. She was sure he was getting off on watching her debase herself.

Chewing caused her jaw to hurt, but every chunk that made its way down her throat was like a godsend in the worst way possible. But she had to take it slow, too much too fast and it would be coming right back up out of her.

 “Yeah,” he chuckled, delighted to see her give in so easily. Tipping his head back as Pratt held a knife to his throat, shaving his stubble with the edge of the blade. “Did you know it takes ten days for civilization to collapse? Yup, you take away a man’s basic needs and he will revert to his primordial instincts in just ten days. That’s a difficult thing to understand unless you’ve lived it. I was in Iraq during the first Gulf War, 82nd Airborne All-Americans, ooo-rah!”

 He laughed as if it was a mockery and yet he still wore his greens, and his dog tags. It was clear he was a man who had made his past his whole image, his entire lifestyle. War was what made him so he kept its symbols as a part of him.

#tagged #wip whenever #far cry 5 #jacob seed #oc: kit cross

[quordleona03]

SO6E19: What's Up Doc

In this episode, the A and the B plot take off from the same moment in OR, and go in very different directions. The A plot is, Hawkeye noting that Margaret seems unusually irritatable in OR - BJ is trying to operate on Lieutenant Tom Martinson, he's shoving the mask away, going "No!" and Margaret moves in and positions the mask to the man goes under, telling the nurse off for not doing her job right. BJ says: "Don't start a fight, or we'll be sent to the principal's office."

While Margaret is holding the mask over Martinson's face, BJ's helpful response is "Hey, Margaret, take it easy. She just doesn't like a guy who grabs."

Margaret tells the nurse off, and BJ tells Margaret "As an officer and a gentleman, you should forgive and forget."

Hawkeye's move is to follow Margaret and check in with her, find out why she's so irritable, and this is all good stuff, but let's follow the Martinson plot while Hawkeye is focussing on Margaret.

BJ and Charles are sharing post-off duty: BJ is examining the patient he was operating on when Margaret lost her temper: Lieutenant Tom Martinson.

"How's that shoulder feel, Martinson? I think I did a bang-up job on your bang-up even if I do say so myself."

Martinson asks unhappily "You're gonna send me back up there, aren't ya, Doc?" BJ says "You're ambulatory now. *checks wristwatch* You'll be out of here by noon Thursday."

BJ adds "You're lucky. That's when our rates change." Hawkeye isn't there. Hawkeye is focussing his entire attention on Margaret. BJ - I think - is trying to be Hawkeye. Hawkeye would crack a joke to cheer up a depressed patient in post-op: so BJ does. And when the patient doesn't laugh, BJ laughs for him: a very forced laugh.

Martinson rolls his eyes at BJ.

What would Hawkeye's reaction have been to a patient rolling his eyes at a joke? BJ's reaction is: "I don't remember. Did I remove your sense of humor?"

Martinson's response to BJ? "

"Knock it off, Doc. This morning I was leading and retreated smack into a minefield. That shrapnel you removed from my shoulder is what's left of my sergeant's helmet. He was right next to me when the mine went up."

BJ reacts:

Martinson says "I am not going back. I won't go back."

BJ says: "I know how you must feel."

BJ, apparently realising that Hawkeye-style jokes aren't going to work, sticks his hands in his pockets, and Martinson says: "You think it's because I'm scared, don't you?"

BJ, attempting to be sympathetic: If you are, you're not alone, soldier."

BJ sits down. Martinson says "I am not a soldier. I never was a soldier. I thought R.O.T. C.would keep me out of active duty."

BJ's answer is "Should've read the fine print."

Martinson points out he's an art history major, and when he was drafted, he assumed the army would put him somewhere relevant - just as they did BJ. BJ quips "I think the marines are the only ones with an art history division."

This DOES NOT HELP. Martinson points out that an art history degree taught him nothing about leading men into action, and his inexperience got his sergeant killed.

BJ: "Look, Martinson, you can't blame yourself for that."

And Martinson, quite reasonably, says "Get out of here, will you? Just leave me alone." So BJ does.

Charles cannot resist a little prodding, but the fact is, Charles' is right: "Bedside manner failing you, Hunnicutt?" - "Lay off, Winchester." "What's this, "Attila the Pun" has lost his sense of good humor? " BJ goes back later to try again. "Look, Tom. I hate this place, this war, just as much as you do. But there really isn't a whole hell of a lot we can do about it except cope with the situation as best we can."

BJ adds "That or rent a room in Leavenworth."

That look on Martinson's face. BJ's solution isn't a bad one. Hawkeye would likely have come to the same conclusion and made the same suggestion. But not in that form and not with that kind of visible reluctance - BJ literally coughs and raises his fist to his mouth before suggesting:

"I can recommend you be sent to Tokyo for psychiatric observation."

To which Martinson responds - irrationally, but BJ's way of introducing it wasn't great either - "I'm not letting headhunters get ahold of me and put in my records that I'm nuts.'This is to certify that Tom Martinson, Associate Professor of Art History - went bonkers in Korea'?"

BJ: "They're not there to brand you. They're there to help you."

"Will you slow down?"

Charles steps in, evidently believing that as a fellow Ivy Leaguer - Martinson graduated from Yale - he can better help a patient BJ has managed to antagonise. BJ gives up. "Be my guest."

Charles instructs BJ: "Don't - Don't go away. I think it's important you observe this."

The expression on BJ's face. It's fairly clear he has emotionally signed off on Martinson and now just wants to see Charles fail, too.

Charles Emerson Winchester III, Harvard graduate, is speaking to Tom Martinson, Yale graduate, and BJ is only amused.

"I could tell at once that you were a man of education and breeding. I guess the army is no place for a couple of - Ivy Leaguers like us Is it, Lieutenant?" Charles is the one who hands Martinson the backpack with his gun, and who nearly gets shot, but BJ is - having attempted to be Hawkeye without Hawkeye's unshakeable concern - primarily responsible for goading Martinson to the point where he decides taking a hostage to get out is the only option. Charles is only the last straw: BJ loaded it on.

Tom Martinson: "I'll shoot this man if I have to."

BJ: "Okay. Not that okay."

#what's up doc? #S06e19 #mash episode analysis #absence of hawkeye #charles emerson winchester #bj hunnicutt #charles x bj #tom martinson #art history #r.o.t.c. #Harvard #Yale #Ivy League #mash analysis #mashposting

[tinycurlyfry]

Okay I think I’ll just compile my episode reactions together in one post. I don’t wanna fill my blog with numerous posts where I’m just liveblogging but also I can’t keep my mouth shut while watching these episodes apparently jgklsfg

Rambling stream of consciousness and reactions under the cut

Episode 987: 

...Kinemon why are we changing the plan? Why are you changing Law’s plan? I do understand why if it’s because he’s worried for Momo, but also it’s making me worried because they just showed people criticizing Kinemon’s lack of abilities in making good plans so I’m worried about him deciding to split up his forces.....

Sanji you’re on main. I’ll give your character more attention again when you’ve pulled yourself together. I’m glad there were no women for you in the pleasure hall. Remain bitchless.

Eustass Kid and Killer have me sobbing. I’m a puddle. I adore these two’s relationship. I adore Killer being stunned by how much love and support he’s being shown by his captain and the crew after feeling like he’s been ruined by Orochi. How Kid knows how much this is affecting Killer regardless of how quiet Killer is about the whole thing, and how willing Kid is to murder anyone who even so much as laughs at Killer.

Episode 988: 

Luffy angrily (who has, himself, also shattered the plan into a million pieces) : “GIZAO, STICK TO THE PLAN!” Kid: “Shove it up your ass!”

Okay I had to pause I was laughing so hard gjskflg I love them both so much. Also Luffy I’m actually gonna side with Kid on this one. You and Zoro got a pass on causing a scene because those assholes are intentionally wasting red bean soup while a little girl has to live her life starving and drinking polluted water to the point where eating a bowl of soup had sent her into tears. Kid absolutely gets a pass on tearing apart those who laugh at Killer.

Zoro: “It must be tough, having a captain so quick with his fists.” Killer: “No, it’s not. Kid is great.”

I’M GONNA SOB. STOP. I’M ALREADY DOWN ON THE GROUND. KILLER.

ZORO RESPONDING “Well, my situation’s not so different from yours.”

gay. gay. homosexuals. gay. God the first mates are so down bad for their captains. I love this exchange between them.

MARCO!!!!!!!!!! MARCO IS HERE!!! HELLO DEAR! ;;;v;;;;; I’m so glad he decided to come and help the Straw Hats and the Kozuki clan~ I just really really hope Whitebeard’s home does remain safe while he’s away. I was not going to fault him for wanting to be the guardian of Whitebeard’s last treasure. AND IZOU IS HERE!!! OH I’M GLADDDDD! My god he deserves to reunite with his sister after being being away from each other for over 20 years.

Momo. oh my poor boy. Baby hang in there. I hold this boy gently. He’s been through so much ;;;; Isn’t he like. 8 years old!? Yeah he’s 8 years old. My god. 

POLAR TANG!!!! HELLO MY HEART PIRATES! Look at them go~ Love Law’s complete faith in them. And how they’re also confident they can pull off maneuvering the Polar Tang in the dangerous currents. He is their anchor. 

Annnnnd, we’re back with Luffy and Zoro gjskjfg. Bless. “A dead end. You lost your way, didn’t you, Zoro?” GJSKFG I love his teasing Zoro but also... Luffy you’re standing right next to him. You’re as lost as he is. “No, We’ll just cut our path through.” “Okay, quietly though. We can’t ruin the plan.” Ah yes, just quietly cut down an entire wall inside the building. You two totally haven’t thrown the plan completely out the window already. God I love these idiots.

ENMA?!?! YOU GRAB *ENMA* TO QUIETLY CUT DOWN THE WALL?! Zoro I know you want to break in that sword and you’re obsessed with your new cursed spirit but- BOY. No.

Episode 989: 

Godspeed Chopper. Being chased by fucking Big Mom herself? Terrifying.

I am so fascinated by Kanjuro as a villain. Some so detached from any sense of self. Unable to form opinions. Just seeing all those years he spent as a samurai and protecting the Kozuki family being just a ‘role’ he was playing. God, One Piece and all their traumatized kids. I love how different Oda has had trauma change and shape them. those like Law and Corazon and Momonosuke vs Doflamingo and Orochi and Kanjuro. 

Izou you are so hot. That’s all I have to say about that brief conversation between the small whitebeard gang. Izou is just. Gender af.

OH OKAY, SPEAKING OF HOT APPARENTLY! Denjirooooo! Oh my god he’s so impressive. Love this man. Him slipping off his kimono to reveal the Kozuki crest on his back to reveal his identity to Sasaki, his former ally who trusted him? HOT. 

Chopper with a rocket launcher gjsklfg I also love that the very powerful gun on the tank Franky made sounds like a clown honk. Why. gjslkdjg okay but I do love this whole ‘fight’. It’s so wonderful and ridiculous. Hang in there buds ;;;;

#FryTalks #One Piece #Wano #I... I see that I'm right before Yamato finally comes in ;;;;;; I wanna watch these next episodes so badly but also it's so late #SOON. #I want to meet him so badly!!!

[springheadd]

Anew, I emerge.

Strange of course I’m not so decided as to where it is I have been so iniquitously buried,

entombed in silence and absence and melancholy.

In this uncovering, know that I am unfaltering. Know that I am unwavering. Know if you nothing else of me that I am angry. I will not swallow my words. I will not swallow your poison, nor the dirt that has been shoved unto and into me.

I spit from my howling mouth.

How you shoved

and enshrouded me there in the grot,

your scarlet hands and yellow words.

Words not warm or blonde like the sun

or like the bumblebees

or like the daffodils

or like your son

but decayed

and yellowed

and rotten

like your cowardice

– like your rage.

Your rage.

How it plasters itself in every place

in the shape of a closed fist and hushed abandon

and quivering ribs

and dull eyes

and in the shape of the other innocent, shrunken darlings I unearthed in the dirt,

amidst the roots I had become entangled with.

With shivering hands – hands that I’m terrified bare semblance to your sin

– I uncovered them.

They were shivering.

Our darlings were shivering,

skeletal,

owing to the tragic falsity they repeated to themselves over and over like some mantra.

That they were not of the earth and or sky

but of ruin,

of rubble,

of destruction,

That they were unlovable and dirty and tempestuous and how could anyone ever love them and no they will never be clean again.

I did not decompose in the dirt where you left me.

Nor did my blossoming darlings

in the dirt

where we met the roots of the kind giants.

after i scored open my battered and barely there rib cage, i softly tucked my darlings in.

i tucked them in.

i tucked them in.

i tucked them in.

i tucked them in and they can stay forever because their benevolence keeps me warm from the inside out,

-and so we became entangled with the roots of the kind giants.,

and we tasted the blood of the earth and the blood in our mouths

and I AM YELLOW.

yellow like the son,

like the wild daffodils,

and the bumblebees,

and the darlings that belong to themselves.

we are yellow like happy,

we used to be yellow like deceit

but now we are yellow like hope

and we are yellow like sunshine

we have washed ourselves of crimson and scarlet.

our hands bare no semblance to your sins.

the roots with which we became entangled with hearten us to swell and to grow,

our feet planted firmly in the rich soil of the earth we mistook

for grot

and grime

and filth

and we are tall

and unmoving

and conspicuous.

We stand among the tall, kind giants

-who made us repeat like a sacred manta until we believed them

that we are ABUNDANT

and we are UNENDING

and we are LARGE

and contain MULTITUDES

and WE DO NOT HAVE TO MAKE OURSELVES SMALL

and WE ARE NOT MADE FOR CONSUMPTION

and NO ONE CAN HURT US IN A WAY THAT MATTERS ANYMORE.,

and we were not forged to feel afraid

or to feel dirty

but to feel YELLOW.

We stand among the tall, kind giants with our arms and our leaves and flowers outstretched towards our SUN

and we are whole,

we are whole.

we are whole.

i’m not so easily convinced i emerge entirely unscathed from the thickets and groves and our grave we turned into a home,

but i know deeply our encompassing nest of soil and tuber was not thick with grot

but rich earth

and i know deeply that our skin grows forbearing

like bark

and i know deeply beneath our skin grows rings of tenderness and rings of compassion and rings of patience and rings of devotion to ourselves.

i know deeply that i am yellow.

I am yellow.

again i emerge,

never again in absence of my presence,

never again in agonizing silence,

never again in helpless melancholy.

never again will i swallow dirt or my tongue or my words or myself

because i cannot be tamed and i did not forge myself for the intention of consumption.

i know deeply the laughter of dawn.

i know deeply the valor of rose.

and the benevolence of skye.

i know deeply that i belong to myself

and to these darlings - who exclusively belong to themselves

and i know deeply i will never be quiet again –

and we DARE you

we dare you to try and cut us down.

a laughable attempt, truly

... as we are the tall, kind giants of the earth with entangling roots that harbor the ones we love until they can stand tall with us.

i know deeply that we are no longer shivering or skeletal and we never were unlovable.

I know deeply that we are not the conception of ruin.

and if we ever fell victim to uncertainty and or insecurity of our immortal truth, we’ve been taught to EAT RUIN AND SPIT OUT LIFE.

i am a creature of the earth

of the sky,

of the trees.

i am rooted

and towering

and conspicuous

and i am worthy.

i am alive again,

and anew and everlastingly i have emerged…

#thinking thoughts #wondering if you still love me #wondering if I’m still the same person #eyes on the road

[turtle-babe83]

Oh my I have another requestttt. 94. And 132. With Mr. Sex (Raphael).

Requested by @raphielover

Absolutely hon! Rough stuff with Mr. Sex himself 😈

Pushing Buttons

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Lick.

Lick.

Slurp.

Your thighs trembled, sprawled on either side of your boyfriend’s face. He was in one of those moods tonight. You had to admit it was partly your fault. You had been in a bratty mood, pushing and poking at the big bear until you finally woke the beast. In his defense, he warned you what was coming if you didn’t behave.

The last thing you had said that pushed him over the edge was, “Don’t threaten me, buster. I am an independent woman. I do what I want.”

His big hands massaged your ass, giving the occasional smack. His tongue thrust deep, rubbing just the right spot, bringing you to the edge again, and then back to licking your juices like he didn’t just ruin another orgasm.

“Raaaaph,” you whined, desperate to cum.

A deep, “Hmm?” rumbled against your swollen folds.

Your clit was bordering on raw, he had lapped and sucked at it for so long. His chin ought to be pruny from how wet it was. He was relentless in his feasting, but you didn’t think you could take much more.

“Please Raphael,” you pleaded.

Raph chuckled, “Ya must be serious using my full name like that.”

He nibbled on your labia, teasing with his teeth, until he drew a long moan from your lips. You pressed your cunt harder against his mouth, rocking your hips to encourage him to put you out of your misery. Instead, you felt a huff of air from his snout warming your mound as he nuzzled you. Damn him! You needed his tongue, his finger, his cock, something to fill you up!

“Raphael, if you don’t stop teasing me, I swear to-“

Suddenly, with his ninja speed, Raph sat up, holding you tight as he flipped around and you found your back to the mattress edge, legs shoved up to your shoulders (thank god for all the yoga you had been doing). His long, thick tongue lapped the crease of your ass almost violently, then plunged deep into your pussy. A loud cry ripped from your throat as he plundered your hole. He stabbed deep and fast, the bed shaking from the motion of his head bobbing down. His hips rolled as he ground his leaking erection into the end of the mattress for relief. Your whole body was shaking as your orgasm began to build again.

The band in your belly was stretching to nearly painful proportions when suddenly, it snapped. You wailed as the euphoria crashed over you, and while you still quivered, your big bara stood, setting the heels of your feet on his shoulders as he lunged forward. His huge cock never failed to shock you, no matter how many times you two fucked, and as he filled you up in one thrust, your pussy clenched greedily around him, your release still too fresh. A deep churr vibrated your entire body as Raph shuddered in response. Then, the lust took over.

His grip on your ankles was bruising as he held your legs up in the air. He was slamming his cock hard and deep, low growls and churrs rumbling like thunder. You gripped the sheets in tight fists as you just held on for the ride of your life. Every thrust jostled you, sending your boobs bouncing and your breath hitching. And what made it all even sexier was the tight control he held onto. You would have marks, but he would never intentionally hurt you. He was always too careful for that. If he caught even the slightest hint of your pain or discomfort, he would stop instantly. He might struggle with controlling his temper, but when it came to you, he was a master.

Abruptly, he pulled out and before you could protest, you were unceremoniously flipped onto your stomach. You yelped as you felt his teeth sink into one plump cheek, then he slapped it for good measure.

“Raph!” you shouted, indignantly.

“That’s for runnin’ yer mouth earlier,” he grunted, shoving his cock back into your welcoming heat.

He punctuated each of his next words with a hard thrust, “Act. Like. A. Brat. Get. Treated. Like. One.”

God, he felt so good. You could feel drool gathering in your mouth, about to spill over. But words like that could not go unchallenged. So you swallowed hard, and clenched your inner muscles around him, hearing him groan in response.

“I might be a brat….uuuhh mmmm….but, you fucking…ah, love it!” you managed to whimper.

Raph grabbed your hips roughly as he began to pound. Your ass jiggled against him as he rocked harder and faster, savoring your breathy moans of his name, praising his abilities with every cry from your lips. You were caught up in your second orgasm of the night, this one more intense than the first, when he spilled his seed hotly into your womb. A few pumps more, and he was empty. He pulled his still half erect cock from your body, watching his cum dribble down your shaking legs with satisfaction. Lying next to you on the bed, he gathered your limp form into his arms and pressed sweet kisses to your sweaty forehead. You nuzzled into his neck, feeling like a sleepy kitten.

Raph whispered into your ear, so sweetly and tenderly, the words almost didn’t register, “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

You were too tired and much too satisfied too retort. He could win this one, you decided. There was always tomorrow night….♥️

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[just-jordie-things]

Insecurities - Richie Tozier

word count: 4319 warnings: swearing summary: Richie’s greatest fear is not being good enough for her- and It knows to use that against him ___

Richie Tozier loved his girlfriend.  He idolized her, he prioritized her, and every day that he was with her felt like a miracle.  She was his favorite person, the light of his life, and he was so goddamn in love with her that it consumed his entire being.

Thing was, (y/n) was out of his league, and his friends and peers reminded him of it, every, fucking, day.  Either with a joke about how he landed a girl like that, or a comment about how she’ll find someone better too.  His friends weren’t purposefully being assholes, and they never knew how deep their words could cut into Richie.  But he’d never told them how insecure he really was.

(y/n) never thought anything of it.  She loved Richie and that’s all that mattered.  He made her happier than she ever could have imagined herself being in this town.  In this dreary place she lived, he managed to be a ray of spontaneity and sun that she was grateful for every day.  She longed to tell him how much she loved him, she’d never gathered the courage to say it before, but always felt the words burning in her throat. She knew her friends were teasing, and never second guessed them or Richie’s feelings about it.  

That is, until Neibolt. ___

“This, is a bad fucking idea” Richie had muttered into her ear when they’d walked onto the property.

She wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance for wasting a day that they could have spent at the arcade, or out of his own fear for trekking into the obviously haunted house.

If it was fear, she knew he wouldn’t say anything about it.  So instead, she grabbed his hand and gave him a smile.

“But it’ll make for a great story!” She’d declared.

(She has a tendency to reprimand him on his idiotic ideas, and he always argued that he would have a good story to tell later.  So when she repeated his words back to him, he glared a bit)

(y/n) winked, before giggling because Richie always made a funny face when she winked at him.  After dating her for a year or so, he has never gotten used to the sight of her winking at him.

But then again, a part of him was still in disbelief that she was his girlfriend and she was winking at him.

He tugged her closer to his side by her hand as they walked into the house.

“Oh, gross” Eddie winced, and continued to complain the further they walked into the hall.

The clubs’ steps gradually slowed.

“What the fuck?” Richie hissed, eyes narrowing while he looked around.  “This is a fucking crackhouse-“

He stopped abruptly when there was a loud creaking, and the whole group froze in place.  They went silent, ears on alert for the next haunting sound.

Richie’s hand tightened around (y/n’s), making sure that she was secure at his side.  She looked up at him, brows furrowed a bit, clearly conflicted about Bill’s plan.

Another creak sounded, and her eyes shot towards the sound, just in time to see a door slowly swinging open.  To their surprise, no one, or nothing, appeared in the doorway.  It only revealed an empty room.

When Mike took a few tentative steps towards it, (y/n’s) feet also began to move, as if on instinct, her brain told her not to let her friend investigate alone.

“(y/n)” Richie called for her in a hushed voice as she pulled her hand out of his hold.

She glanced back at him as if to say ‘I’m alright’, and then moved swiftly on the tips of her toes up to Mike.  They shared a look, before nodding their heads, and walking into the room.

As she examined the old run-down bedroom, she felt her heartbeat steady, as did her breathing.  The floorboards were worn and creaky, and the walls had indescribable stains on them, but there was nothing more to it.

“It’s just old” Mike said, a similar expression of relief on his face.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” (y/n) looked back out to their friends to assure them that they were safe.  “It was nothing-“

Before the word could even leave her mouth, the door creaked again, and slammed shut before anyone could move.

“(y/n)!” Richie was the first to leap to action, but by the time he’d gotten to the door, it was already locked.  And no matter how much he yanked and pulled on the rusty knob, it would not budge.

She was pounding her fists against the other side of it, and from the sounds of it, he was pretty sure Mike was trying to kick the door down from the other side.

“(y/n)! (y/n) it’s gonna be fine! I’m gonna get you out!” RIchie hollered, enlisting in the help of Bill and Beverly in trying to kick open the door.

But even as everyone was kicking, it was no use.  The door would rattle in it’s frame, and not crack even a little bit.

“It’s It!” Beverly declared, trying to get the boys to halt in their frantic kicking before they hurt themselves.  “Guys- Richie- we won’t be able to break it open, it’s like- cursed, or something”

He didn’t want to give up that fast, he wanted to keep kicking this door until his shoes were worn through and his feet were bruised, until (y/n) was free.

“It’s alright!” (y/n) called from the room.  “Mike found a part of the wall that’s caved in, we’re gonna try to break through it to the other side of the hall, okay?”

“W-we’ll meet you o-over there” Bill said, already heading around the corner of the hallway with Stan.  Even though it was clear she’d only been informing one person.

“Richie,” She spoke again.  “Go on, I’ll be fine, Mike’s here with me, I’ll see you in a couple minutes, okay?”

She was trying so hard to keep her voice brave, but he could hear it begin to crack, even through the door.

“I’m not fucking leaving you-”

“Richie, go, I don’t want you standing alone out there,” (y/n) ordered.  “I gotta go help Mike with the wall, see you in a minute”

He could barely hear her footsteps take off, and then leaned forward to press his ear against the wood, hoping to hear them breaking through with ease.  But now he couldn’t hear a thing.

Richie spun around, about to alert Eddie and Ben how oddly enough he couldn’t hear their friends tearing through a wall.

But Eddie and Ben weren’t there.

“Guys?” Richie hollered, breaking into a jog in hopes to catch them around the corner, where Mike and (y/n) were supposed to meet everyone.

But no one was there either.

“Hello!? Guys!? Where’d you go!?”

He began to yell a bit louder now, rushing around anywhere he could in search of his friends, but he hadn’t found, or even heard anyone.  How had they abandoned him so fast? Didn’t they notice?

“Richie?” A scratchy but familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned on his heel and was instantly relieved at the sight of (y/n).

“Oh, thank fucking god” He breathed out heavily, taking swift steps towards her.

She, however, took a sharp step backwards.

“Don’t come any closer” She snapped, and Richie froze on the spot.

“W-what-?”

“Stay the fuck back!” She screeched now, so loud that the harsh words echoed down the halls.  They seemed to ring in Richie’s ears for a lifetime.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.  But he did as she asked, and didn’t move any closer to her.  “Did something happen-?”

“Jesus Richie fuck off!” She snarled now, and if that wasn’t shocking enough, she stormed up to him, and shoved him against his chest with both hands, mustering all the force she could.

Richie stumbled until he tripped over his feet and fell to the ground.  He couldn’t believe she was strong enough to push him to the ground like that.  (y/n) wasn’t frail by any means, but she shouldn’t have been able to knock him down with such ease.

“Blabber and hover- blabber and hover with you!” She was yelling down at him now, and Richie pushed himself up on shaky arms.

This was incredibly unlike her-

“You can never just leave me the hell alone! Can you!?” She went on, voice booming unnaturally with each bark.  “Always on my ass, always crowding me!”

If he wasn’t so afraid, he would have noticed how with every word, her teeth turned more ragged, and sharper.

“Do you think I enjoy it? Being stuck with you? It’s a goddamn burden! I can’t stand to be around you- I fucking hate you Richie Tozier!”

“Y-you’re not- this isn’t-” He could barely speak his throat was burning so bad from holding back tears.

This couldn’t be (y/n)... (y/n) would never…

“What, I’m not real?” The word came out in a vicious snarl, and suddenly she warped into another figure.

He wasn’t sure if this one was worse.

“You piece of shit!” Henry Bowers barked.  “Haven’t I told you to stay the fuck out of this town!?”

Richie lunged himself backwards, trying to crawl away from this horrible nightmare as fast as possible.  But the more he tried to scurry away, the worse the image in front of him became.

“You’re a freak!” (y/n) screamed in his face again.  “You’re a loser, Richie.  You think anyone would want to be with you?”

He couldn’t breathe- the tears- the panic- it all welled up inside of him and he knew he was going to explode soon.

“This isn’t real, you’re not real, you’re not her”

“Aren’t I though?” Her voice dropped to a haunting whisper, and she leaned in close to him.  “Aren’t I!?” She screamed.

Richie closed his eyes, shaking his head rapidly and hoping that when he opened them again, she’d be gone, and he’d wake up in his bedroom.  This was just one terrible fucking nightmare, it’ll be over soon-

“The real (y/n) doesn’t have the guts to fucking tell you” She snarled, reminding him of his reality.

“Stop it!” Richie yelled, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

“She’s never been able to speak up and say-”

“Go away!” He begged, voice cracking in desperation.

“She knows she’s too good for you, and let’s face it fuckface, I am too good for you”

He didn’t have it in him to beg It to leave him alone, as he broke down sobbing into his hands, enduring the cuel wrath.

“She hates you, for dragging her down, for hanging off of her like a dog,” Her tone slowly warped into something more squeaky, and masculine, until she wasn’t exactly the image of (y/n) anymore.  “Ohhh… she haaates you Richie”

When he dared to look, he was met with the gruesome sight of a circus clown.  A rather large circus clown.

“But you can stay, Richie, you can float with us!”

“No- no…. no no no!”

He covered his face again as he pleaded and wept uncontrollably.  He wished that It would just get it over with, because he couldn’t take this torture anymore.

“Richie!” A voice screamed.  Not the scream that he’d heard just moments ago, but a worried shriek.

Even still, he kept his hands planted safely over his eyes.  It couldn’t get in his face if he couldn’t see the form it had taken.

“Richie- Richie,” The voice panted again, this time soft, and close to his ear.  “Hey, it’s me” She murmured.

Gentle hands grasped onto his wrists, and pulled on his arms until he revealed his face.

He was met with the concerned eyes of his girlfriend, her brow so furrowed there were lines on her forehead, and a pout on her lips that he’d never seen there before.

“Babe,” She whispered so soft he was certain that he’d imagined that too.  “What happened?”

He flinched when she reached for him, and the action shattered her heart to pieces, but she tried her best not to show it.  Tentatively, she reached her hand out to place against his cheek, pulling her sleeve over her palm to wipe away the flow of tears.

“You’re- are you-”

“I’m real,” She nodded, beginning to realize what had happened.  “It’s me, promise”

His eyes wandered her features unsurely, and she sighed.

“Do you want me to prove it?” She murmured, and began to speak before he could even nod his head.  “On our first date, you called me sweet cheeks, and then got so embarrassed about it that you tripped and dropped your ice cream” There was a weak smile on her lips at the memory, hoping that it would be enough to calm Richie down.

He let out a shaky whimper, before surging forward and wrapping his arms around her torso.  He held her so tightly that she had to control her breaths, but it was alright because he believed her and things were going to be okay.

“It’s alright,” She cooed into his ear as he cried into the crook of her neck.  “I know, it’s awful”

One of his hands cradled the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.  The other was fisting the material of her jacket.  He couldn’t speak, he was crying so hard, ut it was enough to know that she was here right now.

(y/n) rubbed his back in soothing circles as she held him for a few moments longer, until she knew it was time to go, and pulled away.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here,” She whispered, wiping his opposite cheek tenderly.  “Eddie broke his arm” She told him as she helped him to his feet, and intertwined their fingers as they raced out of Neibolt.

The others, besides Eddie, were standing in the front yard.

Eddie was being shoved into his mother’s car, while Mrs K was scolding their friends.

“I knew my boy shouldn’t be playing with the likes of you all,” She rambled, snarling at Beverly in particular.  “This is all your fault.  All your fault! I hope your proud of yourselves for maiming my boy!”

She stormed off to her car, and Eddie could barely wave out the window before she’d driven off.

“I know where It is,” Bill spoke after a beat passed.  “And n-next time we’ll come p-prepared”

Richie’s eyes widened before glaring at the boy, finding it ridiculous that he thought it was a good idea to not only come back, but to come back and retaliate.

“No next time, Bill!” Stan begged, shaking his head.

“We have to,” Beverly said.  “Ben, you said so yourself, It comes back every twenty-seven years-”

“Fine! I’ll be forty and far away from here!” He answered.

With his words, a layer of tension settled over the group.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t save Georgie,” Richie grumbled, pulling away from (y/n) to head to his bike.  “But you can still save yourself” He finished, brushing past Bill’s shoulder.

“N-no,” Bill stammered, pushing Richie back by the shoulder.  “T-take it back!”

“Face the truth, Bill! You’re chasing a lie-!”

He couldn’t even finish before Bill pushed harder, and swing a fist against Richie’s cheek.

“Bill!” (y/n) screeched, leaping forward to break them up before something could happen.

She grabbed Richie by the elbow before he could land a punch, and yanked him back while Mike grabbed a secure hold on Bill.

“Face it! We’re losers! That’s it!” Richie snarled.

He shrugged (y/n’s) hold off of him, and her eyes shot to his, broken, and hurt.

“I’m going home.  I don’t want to get fucking killed too” He muttered, and when he stormed off to his bike, Bill didn’t stop him this time.

“R-Richie?” (y/n) called brokenly, stumbling forward on wobbly legs, but it didn’t matter, he was already zooming down the street as fast as he could.

Before she could crumpe to the ground, Beverly grabbed a hold of her, hugging her against her side comfortingly.

It was silent as everyone dispersed, barely giving each other a second glance as they rode off.

Beverly hugged (y/n) tight before she got on the back of Bill’s bike.  Murmuring a soft, ‘see you later’ that (y/n) wasn’t quite convinced of.

She didn’t have the energy in her to bike home, but the only other option was to sit outside Neibolt, alone, and the sun was beginning to set, so she gathered what little strength she had left in her to slowly make her way home. ___

When she came home past dinner, covered in muck and bruises, her parents barely batted an eye.  Even as she let out a soft cry with every step up the stairs, it was like they tuned her out completely.

It had thrown her around like a ragdoll after she tried to defend Eddie.  As brave as she’d tried to be, she’d been terrified, shaking straight down to the bone as she forced herself to stand in front of him.

The demonic clown had simply swing an arm, and sent her tumbling across the ground.

It took a long shower to get all the dirt scraped off her skin.  But even as it was washed down the drain, the memories of this afternoon would haunt her for life.

Maybe Bill was right.  Maybe It needed to be stopped now, before he could just keep coming back and traumatizing a new generation of children every thirty or so years.  But even if she really wanted to kill the creature, she wouldn’t even know where to begin.  And her brain was already swarmed with a worse thought,

Was Richie done with me?

She sniffled a bit at the idea, but wiped her eyes before they could be filled with tears.

No, he was just angry, and scared, he would never… he wouldn’t just leave like that… would he?

A few knocks on her window made her jolt up in bed, nerves spreading throughout her body like electricity.  She instantly thought that It had found her, and was back to finish what he’d started.

But as she rushed to turn on the lamp sitting on her bedside table, her muscles relaxed to see it was only Richie, waiting rather impatiently for her to unlock her window.

She threw the covers off of her, and moved as quickly as she could to let him in.

As soon as she pushed the window upwards, he was crawling in, oddly silent.

“Hey,” She murmured, not wanting to alert her parents downstairs that her boyfriend had snuck in.

He’d done so a million times before, and they’ve never gotten caught, but today was a rather awful day and she didn’t want to have one more thing ruined.

“Are you feeling be-”

“We need to talk” Richie mumbled, effectively cutting her off with the upsetting words.

“O-Okay…” (y/n) answered, trying not to jump to conclusions.  “What… about..?” She asked slowly.

“I think-” He started to speak quickly, but just couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

He couldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“We- we should- we need to break up”

It was like her heart plummeted right out of her body, sending every nerve to go numb.  She had to have heard him wrong- this wasn’t like Richie- maybe this wasn’t even the real-

“I- I want to break up” He added in an even quieter voice.  She caught the crack in his words, and she shook her head in confusion.

“What?” She could barely manage to say the one word.

“I know you heard me,” Richie sighed, eyes finally flickering up to hers.  “Come on (y/n) don’t make this any more difficult than it-”

“You’re the one being difficult!” She whisper-hissed, eyes widening a bit in frustration.  “What are you doing? Wh- why are you-”

“Come on,” Richie whispered.  “Don’t do that-”

“Give me one reason why we should break up” (y/n) crossed her arms.  She wasn’t going to let him walk away that easy.  Something was up, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

“We’re not a good fit, alright?” He answered, volume raising a bit above his previous murmur.  “We don’t work, and I was a fucking idiot to think that we would”

“Richie…” (y/n) sighed in disbelief.

“You wanted an answer-”

“Where is this coming from?” She asked with a shake of her head.  “I know you don’t really want to break up-”

“Well we have to!” He yelled, and they were both silent for a minute, trying to see if her parents had heard him.

When there was no response from downstairs, she snapped back at him.

“Why?” She stressed the word, desperate for him to just fess up whatever it was that was bothering him.

“Why? Do you even have to ask, (y/n)?” Richie asked.

Her eyebrows knitted together as he spoke in such a harsh tone.  Richie never talked to her like that.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I mean, come on, it was only a fucking matter of time before you got bored and realized how much of your time you’ve wasted on me!”

If she’d thought him trying to break up was horrible, this was even worse.

“Oh, Rich-”

“I’m a loser, (y/n), don’t you see that? Don’t you see how terrible for you I am?”

He was breaking her heart with every word.

“Haven’t you heard them? What people say? What our own friends say?” He asks her, but she doesn’t answer, because she can’t.  “I am dragging you down with every second of being with you”

“N-no-” She can’t hardly choke out the word, but Richie vents on anyways.

“Might as well just end things now, before one of us gets hurt”

He turns around, as if to head back out her window, but (y/n’s) faster.  She wedges herself in between his body, shutting and locking the window before he could just walk away.

“No, s-stop running away,” She cried, and when she looks up at him, she realizes that he can’t look at her because he’s crying too.  “Richie,” She whimpers, shaky hands reaching up to cup his face, making him look down at her.  “That’s not true, none of that is true-”

“It is” He replies, brokenly.

She shakes her head, and steps closer to him.

“It lied to you,” She tells him.  “I know It probably told you some terrible, nasty things,”

Richie squeezes his eyes shut, and the next thing he knows, he’s falling to his knees.  But (y/n) follows, kneeling down with him and shuffling even closer.

“But babe,” She murmured, “It was lying, it was all a trick”

She could feel his tears slipping down his cheeks and over her fingers.

“I just- I don’t want to drag you down-”

“Drag me down?” She repeats in a whisper, thumbs stroking away his tears once more.  “Richie,” His eyes open when she says his name, soft and sweet-like.

She pushes his glasses up on top of his mess of curls so she can swipe away the tears under his eyes.

“You do nothing but lift me up,” She tells him.  “You’re my ray of sunshine in this terrible fucking town,” An anxious and uncertain smile trembles on her lips.  “And all those things you’re so worried about, I love about you,”

There’s a pause as her eyes flicker between his, before gently placing his glasses back on his nose.

“I’m in love with you,” She murmurs.  “I love you so much,” She repeats in a sigh, just in case he didn’t hear her the first time.  “So much”

A short breath of a laugh escapes him, and a small smile begins to tug on his lips as he looks at her.  He knows she means it, he can feel it, he can see it in her eyes that she’s being genuine.

He takes her hands from his face, setting them gently in her lap before cupping her face in his own hands.

“I love you too” He tells her, and before he can lean in, she’s shooting forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips on his firmly.

It’s unlike any other kisses they’ve shared.  It’s desperate, and careful, and loving, and conveyed every last drop of fear that they’d had in losing each other.  She’s kissing him so passionately that her chest is heaving, but she can’t bear to pull away now.

Richie holds her in his lap, and she’s wrapped up in his arms so securely that she’s sure, and she hopes, she’ll never be able to get out of them.

When her lips are swollen and her lungs are burning for oxygen, she finally leaned back slightly, but only by a few centimeters.

“You can’t leave me,” She tells him through heavy breaths.  Her eyes are still closed, but he’s staring intently at her anyways.  “I need you too much- don’t leave me”

He nods in agreement, caressing her cheek affectionately.

“Okay,” He hums, and kisses her lips chastely.  “I won’t… I won’t”

She falls forward, and embraces him tightly.

Richie’s arms wind around her lower back again, and they sit for a long time like this, catching their breath and holding onto one another firmly, so that neither can leave.

“We have to go back” Richie says after a long time.

“I know” She murmurs against his neck.

“We have to kill that fucking clown” He says, voice dropping it’s gentle tone, turning hard, and final.

“I know” She repeats, the same vengeful tone in her own voice.

Nothing was ever going to come between them again, that was for sure.

___

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xoxo ~ jordie 

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[love-toxin]

plagas; leon.

a/n: in the midst of some writer’s block i stumbled upon an old concept i never finished. enjoy some good ol’ plaga leon <3

warnings: parasitic possession, yandere leon, female reader, violence, blood, groping, leon’s teasing is just straight up bullying, pet names, almost noncon, slight boot kink, chasing. 

word count: 1.9k

“Leon..?”

The sun had set on your terrifying journey, and cast a shadow over the room you'd found yourself trapped inside. Not by locks this time, or villagers, or Saddler himself...but by the person you had trusted throughout this entire nightmare. The man that had saved your life stood between you and your only way out, and even then, you doubted that you'd be able to escape if you managed to slip past him. The road home was so long and the stifling, smothering Spanish heat had made way for a chilling cold that breezed through your body in the night and froze you to your spot.

And Leon was gone. His mind and body had succumbed to the disease he'd been injected with, the parasite that he'd protected you from...but instead of saving you, now all you felt was panic, fear, and dread when you looked into his eyes. 

“You can’t suck the poison out of this wound, sweetheart...but I won’t stop you if you wanna give it a try.” 

Leon took slow steps around you, his footsteps echoing in the marble hall of the castle as he eyed you up like you were his prey, while his fingers spasmed and twitched at his sides, like they were itching to either grab you or wrap themselves tightly around your throat. So much had happened since he'd rescued you from the farmhouse, and reassured you with infectious confidence that everything would be okay. It felt like a lifetime that you'd known him, even if in reality you'd only spent less than a day together--but running and hiding and waiting for Leon to dispatch any threats made the hours seem so long and torturous. You prayed for his safety at every turn, and felt terror grip your heart as you waited for him to come back and retrieve you from hiding…

And now you were here.

"Saddler wants me to kill you, you're not worth the hassle to him. But to me...you're my treasure. Mine." 

The way that word rolled off his tongue sounded like an echo in your brain. He said it once before, and it stuck with you awhile--but hearing him say it now was like having it permanently seared into your head. 

It wasn’t a secret anymore. You’d fallen in love with Leon, as so many had before. You fell for his confidence, his strength, his effortless teasing and sincere concern for your safety, and maybe it was all just backed by your appreciation for him saving your life and playing the hero so well. But even if it was temporary, you were in love and you wanted him to survive just as much as he wanted to save you, and even if he succeeded and brought you home just for you to never see each other again, there would always be a part of you that loved him, and you had accepted that fact. 

But things had changed. Seeing Leon no longer filled you with relief and happiness, that smug grin on his lips as he greeted you after fighting off monsters you could only imagine in nightmares. He took a step towards you, and this time you took a huge one back--and he chuckled, his tone dark and biting, before continuing on and piercing through you with blood-coloured irises. 

"I found you, I get to keep you. Finders keepers, huh sweetheart? That's fair, isn't it?"

His gaze held nothing less than a deep, ravenous hunger within him, the unsettling smirk on his face in no way easing that tension that weighed heavily on your mind. 

“Maybe I’m just a monster, now...if I am, then so be it. If being a monster means seeing that look on your face forever, then I gotta say, it feels pretty damn good!” 

"Y-You're not Leon!"

His shoulders suddenly tensed like he was about to lunge for you, but letting him have the upper hand would mean the end for you. You knew that fact so well that you acted on instinct, and unsheathed the knife whose handle you'd been stealthily gripping this whole time, to stab it into the eye of the man you wished you could have a life with. And you missed, the realization both relieving and terrifying, as the blade clanged and stuck into the wall behind him and barely clipped a few strands of his light-coloured hair. 

"Is this my knife? Now that's pretty cute,"

A shudder violently wracked your body as Leon's tongue slipped past his lips, and he turned his head to lick a slow stripe up the gleaming, bloodstained blade. He'd ended plenty of lives with that thing, but it seemed as though his own had yet to be one of them. 

"I've played the hero long enough. I want a reward for all my hard work...I want you."

His hand crept up your waist before you could react to it, rough fingers spreading warmth through your stomach as they grazed the exposed skin of your hip. But once you tried to break away from the touch you wished you didn't crave more of, his other hand shot out to grab you by the waist and keep you pressed uncomfortably close to his body, so close that your lips were mere centimeters from his neck and breathing in gave you a good whiff of that faint scent of cologne that still lingered on his skin. 

"Don't fight me, pet. I can already hear you crying for me to use you...you know, you're so cute when you're scared."

You squirmed even still, thrashing and shoving against his chest to try and find some way to twist out of his hold--but moving him was like trying to push a brick wall, and his grip on you got tighter and tighter until you whimpered with pain. The things he was saying just didn't make any sense, and you never wanted the real Leon more than you did in this moment. Knowing what it felt like to have his strength used against you instead of to protect you...it was becoming too much to bear, and in your terror you found comfort in Leon's touch again even if it was brief, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin and working to relax you enough that you weren't so tense. 

"You're gonna forget all about that fear when I'm balls deep inside you." 

What little comfort you found was gone once he whispered that into your ear. You felt your eyes widen and Leon's fingers worked their way under the waist of your shorts in a moment, the danger so imminent that your reaction ripped itself from your throat in a scream, and you returned to struggling against the unmistakable stiffness that dug into your inner thigh through his tight pants. 

"Leon, stop!"

You wailed, beating your fist against his chest and even catching him in the jaw, not that you really noticed in your frenzy nor did he react save for his brow furrowing in fury. It didn't last forever though, it was easy for him to use his leverage to shove you off, your back hitting the ground hard enough to sting while he loomed over you and watched with sick glee as you trembled too hard to get up. 

"You don't want me to stop. Be honest, doll." 

You weren't expecting this kind of violence from him, especially not when he brought his foot down right between your legs, as was evident by the way you shrieked and tears pricked at your eyes at once. Somehow he managed to aim the heel of his boot right at your clit, and you were certain now that it was by no way an accident by the way he ground into it in slow circles, and watched with a smirk as your hips shakily followed his rhythm of their own volition. 

"You want me to take everything from you, and I swear to you I will. I'll strip you of every inch of your pathetic life and make you mine." 

The pressure was starting to hurt, and your arms shot out to grab his calf and try in vain to wrench him off of your sensitive areas. It seemed to just entertain him, however, and his taunts were starting to sting your broken heart even more than any physical pain he had inflicted. Even worse was watching him lick his lips as he reveled in your suffering, and one of his hands descended beneath the belt of his trousers to stroke himself under the tent that was so clearly obvious. He loved watching you in pain, and nothing but rage bubbled up in your chest from the humiliation of loving somebody so depraved, even if he wasn't really Leon anymore. 

"I hate you,"

You muttered through gritted teeth, trying so hard to hold back your tears that your whole body was shaking. He let slip a soft moan as he twisted his grip on his cock, and didn't stop even as he focused those bloodred eyes on yours and growled in time with an especially rough tug. 

"Liar." 

Leon's grip fastened on your shoulder, but instead of pushing you back down to the filthy ground, he yanked you forwards and crushed your lips against his. Nothing but heat and the scent of blood overwhelmed your senses, your eyes fluttering closed when he started sucking on your lower lip and grazing it with his teeth. You wanted to hate the shivers that snaked up and down your spine from his kiss, but when it was from the man you still loved, it was difficult to brush those feelings aside. It wasn't impossible, however, because when he prodded past your lips with his tongue and moved in close enough for you to feel his cock twitching through his pants, panic flared up in your throat and you bit down on instinct, the coppery tang of his blood flooding your mouth at once. Leon shoved you off him much harder this time, but with the pain causing him to stagger you managed to scramble to your feet and back away a few steps to get some distance. But the fear of turning your back to him kept you frozen in place.

"You wanna be a brat, huh?"

Despite inflicting some much deserved pain, his glare barely wavered as he pulled his hand from his pants and wiped the blood that dribbled from his mouth, eyes gleaming with a lust for violence that you feared right now more than ever. 

"I'll let you have a ten second head start then, sweetheart. Better hurry."

You hesitated, his offer confusing you for a moment, but once the realization dawned on you your feet moved on their own. Sore and stained with tears and blood, you tore off down the castle corridors to search for an escape, and if not, then just a place for you to hide until Leon gave up on you, which would never happen. The thought of monsters barely dwelled in your mind when the most dangerous one was Leon himself, but little did you know that it would only take a short while for you to realize how fragile you really were when he wasn't protecting you, and that escaping without him was just simply not possible. 

"...Cheeky little slut. Let's just see how far you get before you come crawling back to me."

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