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margoisthemoon2 · 8 months

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Halsin nsfw ABC

A/N: uhh i 100% live by helsin being a soft dom in public and a hard dom in private

NB reader so…yeah

* A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ~ He is most defiantly a big aftercare person. Massaging your tender body and kissing any bruises you got. Running a bath and making sure you heal. “Are you okay my heart? Was i too rough?”

* B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ~ waist. (Sounds weird ik). But he is a huge waist grabber. It makes it easier for him to manhandle you and keep you in place.

* C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ~ He loves seeing his cum on your back or torso.

* D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ~ none he choose to share everything with you

* E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ~ VERY!! Dude has had plenty of partners over the years. He’s a man and he knows what he is doing and what he wants. End of story.

* F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ~ Missionary. He wants to see your entire body on display as he rams into you.

* G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ~ He can crake a joke or two but he’s more serious and paying attention if you’re enjoying yourself or not so he can catch you giving consent or using a safeword to stop

* H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ~ It indeed matches. He doesnt like to shave often in other parts thats not his face but he makes sure it doesnt get too crazy down there

* I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ~ Very romantic. Every position that is changed you can hear him say “Is this okay?” “Let me know if you dont like this” he is a huge kisser during intimacy

* J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ~ He likes to get straight to it with you but when he is alone and thinking about you he would touch himself once in a while.

* K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ~ Breeding. Even if you cant get preggers. Breeding.

* L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ~ Anywhere. Any time. But mainly in nature where you cant be seen.

* M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ~ Just your presence makes him hot and heavy for you.

* N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ~ He wont do bondage. He doesn’t want you to tied up, he knows how it feels to not have freedom

* O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ~ Hes a big person on giving. He cant have intimacy if he hasnt gone down on you yet.

* P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ~ All of the above. Sometimes depends on his mood. He can be rough and hard and other times he can be slow and take in the moment

* Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ~ He likes quickies. Knowing that its what you both want and you are satisfied is most important.

* R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ~ He a ‘dont knock it till you try it’ type of person

* S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ~ He can go multiple rounds. He will go from sun up to sun down if you can last just as long

* T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ~ He doesnt own any toys himself nor does he use them. However he is very open to you using a plug.

* U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ~ Hes a huge tease. he loves rubbing your bottom getting closer and closer to your hole before pulling away and acting like he wasnt doing anything

* V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ~ He grubts alot. A moan and here and there. But he loves cursing during intomacy

* W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ~ He wants to go as deep as he can in you. Other than missionary he loves the position ‘Praying Mantis’

* X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ~ He is big and girthy. Hes 7” soft and 7.5” hard and 8” around.

* Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ~ Very high. But he holds himself back as long as he can

* Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ~ It takes him a while to fall asleep. He always make sure you are comfortable and okay. About 95% of the time he wants you to fall asleep before he goes.

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pedge-page · 1 month

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife #10 : Snack Time

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Momma bird hungry for all the snacks in the world. Takes some time and frustration before Joel figures out the exact kind of snack you really want.

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Angry!Joel, oral M!receiving, face fucking, throat bulge, throat-pie, dumbification, junk food binge, eating meat, bossy reader as always

18+ ONLY

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Joel didn’t know he married the Hungry Hungry Hippo, Galactus the planet devourer, Garfield the tabby cat.

You’re on your phone texting while cuddling Joel. He’s more interested in the movie than you are, but that doesn’t stop him from tracing his finger along your arm, occasionally kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his nose. He loves the scent of your shampoo after a wash, damp and cold against his warm chest. Sometimes you protest how closely he wants to cuddle you, all smushed up on the couch. Your body temp skyrocketed with the baby changing everything. But since he’s keep the AC on full blast, your warm heavy body keeps him from being a popsicle.

The landlines chimes in from the kitchen.

He rolls his eyes. Of course, something to interrupt the comfort that took 40 minutes for you to settle into. "I'll get it,” He grumbles quickly and hoists himself up off the couch. He wants to make whoever the fuck is calling at such a late hour a quick convo. If it’s fucking Tommy needing bailed out again, he thinks begrudgingly, I’ll just hang up on him.

He clears his throat and answers: “Hello, Miller Residents.”

"Can you get me a bowl of Cap'n crunch while you're up?"

He glances back over at you sitting up on the couch, your cell to your ear as you wave at him. you point to your belly mouthing I T S F O R T H E B A B Y.

It’s for the baby, my ass. You’ve been a hungry hungry hippo who’s been snacking like crazy and ignoring the doctor’s warnings.

But cranky Momma is way worse than a scolding doctor.

He grits his teeth and slams the receiver a little too hard down on the desk.

You can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, a clash of a bowl on the counter and the jingle of overly processed cereal filling it up.

He walks back into the living room. You’ve taken up the whole couch now, with no inclination to move over to let him back on.

You shove a fist into the bowl and pop a bunch of the crunchy orange squares into your mouth “f’anks” you mumble, eyes not once making contact with him as you stare ahead and much away. Crumbs fall onto your chest and down to the floor and sofa, as if Joel hadn’t just cleaned all of it this morning.

The next night, Joel's cooking some steaks. You weren’t really a meat-crazed person, having maybe one or two helpings of poultry or occasionally red beef a week, but normally ,you could go without it for a few meals without thinking about it.

Pregnant momma? She was a fucking carnivore. He had barely set the sizzling steak down before you snatch one onto your plate. He turns around to slice into one, checking its temp before serving, only to see it was a bit too red and bloodied on the inside.

"Oh babe I gotta cook these a little longer; they're too rare--"

You were hacking away and tearing a large chunks of the red, near pulsing meat, juices pouring out your lips, a vampire gorged on a fat blood sucking meal. Despite its tenderness, you chew endlessly and stare off into the table like a Llama enjoying its food on the field.

"Maybe...we should—slow down a bit,” he suggests with uncertainty. His fork and knife frozen in midair, still in each hand. He hasn’t shifted view or blinked, but clear worry (and maybe a tad bit of fear) stretch across his face.

"Uighgrrfmggmmdeeofxsw,” you reply with gargled cow remains sloshing in your wide open trap.

“Right. That."

You swallow what’s left. Joel’s does a double take: your steak is somehow gone, juice licked clean off the plate in front of you.

“Can I have yours???"

He had only sliced 4 cuts for himself so far. But the hungry look in your pupils, licking your lips while watching his dinner, it’s clear you’ve answered for him. He sadly sets his cutlery down and slides his plate to you.

Its even more interesting when you douse it in salt and throw a slab of butter on top of it, watching it melt before slicing a big chunk off.

"You gotta watch the salt intake—“

“—Can you make chicken? I want chicken now.”

“N-no,” he shakes his head, whiplash from the conversation. Maybe you’ve gone def AND blind AND lost your taste buds. “I made steak. You've had 2 steaks now. Why do you need chicken?”

“That second one was for the baby. The chicken is for me.”

“What about the fist one?”

“….We split that.”

“Awfully hungry baby,” he says with a dead tone, straight faced as he eats the one roll left in the basket that hasn’t been devoured by you.

“Well she’s yours, isn’t she?”

You wipe your face with a napkin, a fried chicken leg and wing now securely packed tight in your tum tum along with the famished baby.

"What's for dessert?" You chime eagerly.

Joel turns to wash the dishes, hiding his smirk. He’s got you now, no surprise cravings will catch him short on this one: He boasts proudly, “I bought you apple pie--"

"I want cupcakes. Whip cream icing. Chocolate.”

His grin quickly deflates into a frown. “No.” He says sternly, a little aggravated. “I bought you pie—“

"Did I say I want pie? L I S T E N,” you snap, slapping your palms together with each syllable.

He puts his foot down with tense sudsy hands going to his hips. “No. I'm not going out again.”

You raise your eyebrows threateningly. One look.

30 minutes later Joel is shuffling into the house with a pack of 12 cupcakes he bought at the bakery.

You’ve managed to prop yourself up on the couch after some heaving. “Ha! The baby is making me workout get strong! Obviously that’s why I’m so hungry.” You shrug it off. “Oh! I want raw cookie dough.”

Joel was on his phone the entire time, but the second you said I want, his brain queued in and he quickly retorts, “No.”

He goes back to replaying the voicemail he missed, settled and focused on the opposite couch.

Of course he Doesn't realize you’ve somehow lumbered up past him and now waddling back with 4 chunks of raw cookies in your hand, popping them in your mouth one at a time.

His eyes dark up to watch you, transfixed on the screen as you bend your knees, hardly paying attention to the way you’re about to fall on the couch. He has half the mind to help, but what’s one lesson you need to learn the hard way?

Regretfully, you bounce down successfully and pull your legs up.

And then, as you dust your hands off from the chocolate stains melted on your palms, Joel’s lips part in a o as you reach behind you and pulling an entire gallon container of animal crackers.

"Babe"

"Wha?” You don’t turn around to look at him, still shoveling them into your mouth. “Yuu wan wan?"

"You need to stop eating every damn thing in the house.”

You gasp incredulously, your hand over your heart in painful offense. “The baby is very hungry! She's related to you and that belly.”

He only remembers to stop himself from reminding you that your belly is much bigger than his now.

"The baby—“ (that was the new thing now: the baby this baby that. The baby is why I need this shirt in blue and green. The baby is why I need the ice cream layered horizontally not stacked vertically. The baby —)

"No. Not the baby,” he snaps. “You."

You start to cry. "I thought I AM your baby!!!"

He gives you a “seriously” look and you stop the fake tears.

“So how about it?”

“I don’t want you getting salmonella.”

“ugh fine. You can bake them I guess.”

He’s about to protest the idea of any dough going into your body, cooked or raw, but knows its going to be a lost cause.

Joel makes you a platter of Assorted cookies: chocolate chip, fudge, triple chocolate, sugar, and oatmeal raisin.

You clap your hands as he carefully places the little plate atop your bump. Humored by the custom “mini” table you’ve got going on now. Maybe his baby doesn’t like her head being used as a countertop, but with the way you close your eyes and moan after biting into the chocolate chip, babygirl must be pleased too.

He goes to the bathroom quickly and then comes back only to glare down at you. You've taken exactly one bite out of every single cookie, leaving crescent shapes for him to scathe.

Every cookie, except oatmeal raisin. You clearly did take a bite ,but spit it out and put the lump back near the undesirable #1 cookie.

“These mine?” Joel asks bemused.

You nod happily. You felt very proud to have enough control and leave him some this time!

It’s about 9:30 pm. You're acting drunk and woozy even tho you're just a new level of tired and achy

"Woopppoooooo!!! Paaartttaaayyy!" You shout with fists in the air, drinking down a shot glass of sugar water.

“Alright party Momma. It’s bedtime.”

"Ppfffttt! No old man! Dont steal my fun.”

Joel stands over the couch, blocking your view from the TV, his hands on his hips. “You're being difficult "

“YoU’rE bEiNg DifFicUlT,” you mock and wave him off. "Oop I need to pee. Help me up.”

Joel” grabs both your grabby hands and hoists you up to your feet. “Now up the stairs, you.”

You waddle towards the stairwell, one hand cupping your lower back. Joel is right at your heel. you up at the treaturous journey ahead, all 8 steps to the top floor. Cracking your neck side to side, you wave your arms over to the handrail and begin: “Left foot. Right foot. Left. Fuck. Fuck stairs. Who invented stairs. Left foot…”

Joel’s so sleepy that he nearly falls forward. And he knows you would not take too kindly to him ramming his face into your ass as you battle your worst enemy.

Finally to the top, you scurry over like a penguin to the bathroom. He fears the long night ahead, with all the sugar swirling in your system undoubtedly going to keep him up.

He rubs his wears eyes. Startled when a moment later you’re right next to him by your side of the bed, patiently waiting for him to help you up.

"Get in the covers,” he hums with exhaustion.

But you don’t move. “No"

"Now.”

"I want an orange.”

"No. You—you just had your snack."

"That was the baby's snack. I want MY snack”.

Dear Christ almighty, bless me with a boy next time so that I have a fighting chance against her and mini her. “If I get you an orange, will you go to bed?" He asks irritably, his voice enunciating each word to ensure the contract that he’s making with you right now is solidified on both ends of the bargain.

You think it over before nodding with a little innocent beam.

You crawl into the covers just as Joel descends the stairs once again. It takes the entire time for him to grab some oranges, a peeler, and paper towel just for you to rotate your middle and sit your ass in bed.

You sit up against the headboard and clap your hands, so excited when he reappears with the goods. He puts the towel on your mini-table bump and plops one orange atop.

Joel sighs and begins to walk towards his side of the bed, but is haunted when you clear your throat for his attention.

“Yes?”

"Peel it.”

He tries not to visibly roll his eyes before he's opening the round orange with his large fingers and clubbed nails. Everything smells like nectarine now.

Picky as can be, you peel off the extra dried white veiny bits and suck on each pod of the orange.

You expect a sweet simpleness to squirt on your tongue, but instead, a sour, bitter, unripe taste floods your mouth. “Ugh these are gross, now I want—“

Joel closes his wardrobe drawer, his shirt off and only halfway down to his boxers. “NO. NO means fucking NO. I’M TIRED. YOU’RE TIRED. WE'RE GOING TO BED. NOW,” he barks sternly into the mirror. His shoulders huffing from such aggression without being able to look at you.

You throw the covers off, orange skin and slices flying everywhere.

“Fuck you! I want ice cream! I want bananas and steak and potatoes and tacos and—!"

He bares his teeth in a snarl, deep angered eyes casting downward with each poignant rut. “You're so annoying, so goddamn spoiled,” he grunts. His huge hands are wrapped around the top of your head and cupping your jaw and bulging cheek, keeping you in place as he pushes his length into your mouth over and over again. “You’re gonna do shit when I tell you, the first time I say—shit—fuck there we go—gonna listen—unnggghhfff—listen ta me from now on. Just be my good little silent. Slutty. Pregnant. Wife.”

Your teary eyes are fixed upward at his imposing figure. Feeling each time his tip nudges the back of your throat has you gagging but you can’t pull away to breathe—not that you want to.

“You get—what I give ya—and you be grateful bout it.”

You gargle a moan in agreement. His balls slap against your chin with brutal punches. by this time tomorrow, there will be Joel-finger prints bruising your face and neck.

You love it. You love it when Joel forces you out of the hormonal phase of bossing him around, the endless need to want more and more, no end in sight to your greedy gluttonous desires, until he’s blowing up and blowing off steam using you instead. And it becomes very clear to you how much you just really wanted him this whole time.

“That’s it—that’s it—you were hungry for my cock weren’t ya? Yeahhhh. Just begging me all night for it. Wanted all that meat for dinner, huh? Couldn’t just come out n’ say it? Your little brain didn’t know what ya truly needed. S’okay, Momma. I’m takin’ care of ya, aren’t I?”

The gluglugglug sounds mixed with strained pitchy whines echo in the master bedroom.

You grip his thighs with your hands to steady yourself, allowing him to abuse your throat. Maybe your knees hurt. Maybe the baby is settling uncomfortably against your lower back, and maybe it’s going to be really difficult to get up from this position in a few minutes. But each thick throb of his length filling your mouth over and over again, the spit slick strings dropping from your lips to your swollen tits, and the dent in your throat from his cock stretching to accomodate his size has your swollen pussy dripping into the carpet for more, more, more.

It’s been at least a week since Joel drained himself. No wonder he’s been so on edge with each demand. Usually marveling how cute you are, but tonight he was at him limit. You were about to get a hefty, Joel Miller sized load filling your belly, and it’s going to be better than any cookie, steak, or orange in the entire world.

He feels the way your lips suction tighter. Your eyes are leaking tears, and he smirks as he brushes his thumb over to collect it. Briefly bringing it to his tongue and sucking on the salty taste before holding your head in place.

“Shhh-shhhhhhhh. You gonna take it? Shit—shit—fuck yeah you are. Gonna fuckin take what I give ya, that’s right. My sweet wife. Bossing me around. Shit. Love when ya get like this. Known I’m gonna wreck that ass or that pussy or that mouth—all belongs to me. Fuck—fuck—fuuckk—“

His mouth drops into an o, brows drawn tightly together as slams his pulsing member balls deep into your mouth one final time. You choke, eyes wide as the tip of his cock breaches the deepest part of your throat, your nose suffocated by his pubic hairs and the fat of his lower belly surrounding your cheeks. His balls twitch against your lower lip, and you feel it coming. The travel of his seed from his sack, up his shaft along your tongue—a generous spurt of cum finally shooting from his tip and down your throat. You gag with each fat load that he pumps down your esophagus, too much to swallow at once yet having no other choice but to gulp it down quickly. Your face feels hot. He’s cumming endlessly, your mind blanking and eyes feeling blurry.

“Take it, take it, take it, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

You nod just a little, hugging your arms around his thick thighs tighter. He grins, humming “That’s my good fucking wife, and throws his head as the last of his pleasure makes its way safely from his sated balls to your full womb.

Joel pulls you off his length gently. You sputter out cum and saliva onto his feet, sucking in air through your lungs like a newborn.

Joel gets to one knee, his thumb pressed gently under your chin so you look directly at him. He’s got such softness in his eyes again, the ones that just switch on a dime the second he’s satisfied his aggress out on you.

You’re completely wrecked: snot spit connecting to your nostrils and swollen lips, cheeks warm and eyes puffy and hazy with exhaustion and tears.

“That—mmffffgg!—was—definitely—my—snack,” you rasp with a hoarse voice. A lazy grin spread across your face only briefly as you continue to suck air.

Joel shakes his head before planting a long kiss atop your forehead. his hands glide along your body, and just in time as your knees give way and you’re falling into him.

If you had half the mind right now, you’d curse him out for scooping you up and carrying you to bed like his once youthful bride, too concerned with the size and weight of your new body putting unnecessary stress on his aging knees and back. But Joel doesn’t protest once. Just watches you with loving eyes as he settles you into the soft bed. His tongue dips to your chest and breasts, kissing and sucking away any remnants of his rough face fucking. His cum, your spit, and fuvk it, even the little snot specks—all of it he cleans up before coming up to your lips. He kisses you softly with gentle pecks, enough to ensure you can still catch your breath. He sucks your lower lip into your mouth before wiping his own with his thumb. You’re calmer now, sated and drifting so close to sleep.

Joel clambers into bed next to you, wrapping his arm under your head and swaddling you close. You instinctively roll into his embrace. Kissing his peck and rubbing your face against him dreamily with soft breaths. “Tha hit ther spert juss rite. Ur da bess, Jol.”

“I know. So are you.” He waits for a reply, but nothing comes from you. “Are you goin’ into a food coma, baby?”

Your gentle snores answer him, along with the drool now pooling on his peck.

He chuckles and pulls your head into his face, inhaling your scent. Strong, secure, graceful hands caress your big belly. Your very very full belly, the one that he’s not going to envy when it gives you a the tummy ache tomorrow from stuffing it with so much junk food tonight.

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lipglossanon · 11 months

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Got No Human Grace

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Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

it’s finally here 😬

Anon asked: Leon coming back form a mission but he’s still infected knowing its the last of its kind it sort of takes over to breed with the reader

I’m unsure of this one! 😅 I hope it makes sense; I tried something a little different to sort of convey Leon changing. Let me know what you think!! 💜 las plagas!Leon came out more of a soft boi than the intense version I was aiming for 🤔

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, infected Leon, body alterations, biting, marking, scenting, masturbation, dirty talk/thoughts, breeding kink times ten, big dick Leon supremacy, unprotected sex, creampie, monster fucking kink

Kinda looked over so sorry about mistakes lmao

Title from Eyes Without A Face by Bill Idol 😌

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Leon ached from head to toe, muscles he didn’t even know existed making his body scream out in pain and exhaustion. He dropped Ashley off at the rendezvous point days ago and he’s just now getting home. After flying nonstop for hours on end, he just wants to take a shower and collapse into bed.

Unlocking his door, he pauses at the threshold, head cocked and listening. His chest aches, a prickly sting beginning to irritate him before it sweeps from his chest up to his head making his eyes water. He doesn’t hear or sense anything so he slowly relaxes, entering his house and shutting the door.

A small sound off to the side has him reacting without even thinking. His knife is embedded in the roach, pinning the insect to the base board, feet away from him, before Leon even realizes he has moved. He shakes his head as he walks over to the dead bug, pulling his knife out with a frown.

He’s definitely more on edge than he thought, grimacing at the gross slime on his blade. Tossing it down on the rug as he passes the living room (making a mental note to clean it later), he makes his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Taking one of the fastest showers in recorded history, Leon barely tugs on a pair of clean briefs before he’s collapsing into bed and passing the fuck out for sixteen hours of dead-to-the-world sleep.

He’s dreaming he thinks. He must be.

He’s sinking

down..

Landing on something soft.

Silky.

Warm.

His chest feels likes it’s blooming open.

Like an exotic flower.

a Venus fly trap

Silky warmth like a cocoon envelops his thoughts making them cotton soft. He luxuriates in the softness, rubbing himself against it like a cat in heat. He feels his cock stiffen as the softness keeps pressing in all around him.

His chest cracks open more, heat blooming outward as he pants in the dark, rutting against the soft feeling encompassing his body. God, it feels so good. So nice. He hasn’t felt this comforted in ages. He wants more.

He’s sinking down again, a soft suction pulling him further into the warm dark silk, wrapping him tighter in its embrace.

Down

..until..

settling on the

b o t t o m

His chest feels fully cracked open. Heat and want pooling out like tendrils in the breeze. Long, writhing tentacles reaching for Leon. Touching, caressing, stroking.

He frowns in the dark, the warm slick feeling of a

cracked open head the insides spilling out the lovely red making him excitedthrobbingneedy

a wet tendril curling around his thoughts along with his body coaxing him back into that silky bliss. The tendrils wrap around his cock drawing his attention back to that wanton feeling, still hard and dripping from earlier.

A sliver of thought seeps into the warm gooey heat of his brain. He needs to cum. Needs it desperately. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself in some warm body, let them work him over til he’s spilling inside, gifting them with his seed, sharing his bloodline so he’s not the last.

That draws him up short, brain sludgy as the slick tentacles stroke his dick, teasing across his balls. Bloodline? He thinks dizzily, cock weeping precum as he writhes against the slow hand job he’s getting from the tendrils wrapped around him.

He whines as the motion picks up, making him fuck into the slick tunnel surrounding his dick. He needs to cum so bad. Fill up some pretty girl. Ohhh like that neighbor next door. Leon’s cock kicks and drools more precum thinking of you.

You’re so pretty and sweet. You don’t know each other that well but Leon’s eager to change that. He’s rocking his hips even faster, picturing your shy smile the last time you ran into him followed by the thought of how pretty your cunt will be when he fucks you.

With a low groan, he’s cumming all over the slick tentacles as they stroke his cock. His balls draw up as the tendrils milk him for every drop of cum in his body. As soon as it teeters on too much, they slip away leaving Leon to bask in his pleasurable silence. Something snaps into place in his mind and

¡₲ⱠØⱤł₳₴ Ⱡ₳₴ ₱Ⱡ₳₲₳₴!

wakes

His mind feels slow, disoriented, not even sure where he’s at, as he raises up from his tangled sheets. His boxers are soaked, sticking to his half hard cock as he shifts to sit on the edge of his bed. His lip curls in disgust. He must’ve had a pretty damn good dream to make such a mess.

An image of you zings in his brain making his cock chub up in his briefs.

“Fuck,” he hisses out, leaning back on his palms as his dick quickly thickens, pressing obscenely against his underwear.

He slips the band down to press underneath his balls, cock slapping against his stomach and dripping cum everywhere.

He lays completely flat against his bed, reaching down to run his fingers across the tip before gently tugging the foreskin down to swipe a thumb over his slit.

He pants as he tugs on his cock, letting himself relax into the sheets and spreading his thighs. He’s so sensitive that it leaves him groaning loudly as he grips himself tightly to hump his hips into his fist.

Wonder if you’re home, he thinks sluggishly, hand picking up speed. He’d love to see you today, maybe see if you want to get dinner. Maybe even see if you’d like to come back here and let him take you apart over his sheets.

He moans and pumps himself harder, precum dripping over his knuckles making it sound wet as he beats off. He thinks of you begging for him, begging to breed your cute pussy, please Leon just give it to me I need it please Leon please need you to cream my pussy til it takes knock me up need you—

He’s growling out a moan as he cums all over his fist and twitching abs. It seems never ending as spurt after hot spurt of jizz spills across his fingers to drip down his balls. Once he’s completely spent, he heaves a sigh trying to regulate his heartbeat.

He slowly sits up, mindful to not make any more of a mess. Slipping his briefs off, he haphazardly wipes what cum he can on them then tosses them in the hamper. He heads to the bathroom to take another quick shower which ends up being a long one as he jerks off again to thoughts of you.

As he spills his cum down the drain, he groans in frustration at feeling like a teenager all over again. It’s kind of insane how horny he feels and how it seems to be all centered around you. Maybe he just needs to shoot his shot and see if he can get you in his bed. Worry about semantics later.

Feeling more settled, he finally finishes his shower and gets dressed. He knows you’re off today since it’s the weekend so he’s just going to bide his time until he can bump into you this afternoon. You always go out for a quick stroll around the block, not that he’s memorized it by now, but you seem to be a creature of habit.

And Leon is right. As soon as he settles on his porch steps, just starting to enjoy the sunny day, he sees you out of the corner of his eye. You’re heading back to your house from the end of the street so you’ll have to pass by him.

He watches you under his lashes until you slow your pace down right outside his house.

“Leon! Hi, did you get back last night!”

He looks up and sees you shuffling your feet next to the pathway up to his front porch. His eyes drift from your tennis shoes up to your bare legs (wrapped around his waist, over his shoulders, thighs pressed—) to your shorts and simple t-shirt, up to your neck (so empty and bare) and finally your face. You’re smiling at him but it’s slowly morphing into concern until he smiles at you in return making you smile even brighter.

He wants to sink his teeth into you and never let go, wants to pin you down and make you cry on his cock, begging for him to breed your needy pussy, he wants—

“Sorry, I’m a little tired today,” he laughs, standing up to walk toward you.

“Oh no worries, if I’m bothering you I can—“

“No,” his words rush out, “no bother, I was actually hoping to see you.”

He pauses an arms length in front of you, realizing how much smaller you are compared to him. It sparks another wave of want, knowing he could manhandle you how he wants.

While distracted, your hand moves up to his jaw but holds just shy of touching him, a question hovering around your eyes that makes him smile at you again.

“You seem tired,” you drop your hand back down, concern making your brows pinch, “your eyes looked..”

He watches as you search his face again but then rub your neck, a sheepish grin ticking your lips up.

“Nevermind, must’ve been a trick of the light or a shadow or something,” you sigh and roll your neck, “heck maybe I’m just too tired.”

His eyes catalogue everything about you, his chest feeling tight,

breed her pretty perfect the perfect mate to fill over and over breed her mate her mark her sink teeth deep spill hot red blood-

making him rub a hand over the center until the ache slips away into nothing.

“Uh, so I was wondering if you were free tonight?” he grins at you, flirty and sweet, “nothing fancy, I was just going to order out and we could watch a movie?”

You duck your head but Leon can see the smile on your face making the plagasbutterflies in his chest flutter.

“Sure,” you look back up at him, hands clasped in front of you, “would seven tonight be okay?”

“Perfect,” his smile widens, making his cheeks hurt, “any kinda food you prefer? Any allergies?”

You giggle and touch his arm, “I’m good with whatever and luckily no allergies.“

“Good, that’s good.”

perfect perfect mate good strong genetics breeding compatible

“I’ll see you tonight then!”

He waves as you walk the half block down to your house and watches as you slip inside your home. Once he can’t see you anymore, he goes back inside and cleans. He needs to look presentable. He grabs his knife from last night and cleans it thoroughly before slipping it into his bedside drawer. Then, he goes over the entire house making sure it’s suitable for a mate date.

Once that’s finished, he orders pizza. It’s nothing fancy, like promised, just something quick and easy. The doorbell rings just as he finishes changing into something more appealing. He knows you’re on the other side of the door, can sense it; his chest tingles when he pulls open the door and sees you standing there, soft and pretty just for him.

You smile and hold up a Tupperware box.

“Thought I’d make cookies,” he takes the box from you, gesturing for you to come inside.

“Thank you,” he smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, the warm fluttery feeling in his chest coming back full force.

“It’s no problem,” you wring your hands, head ducked down shyly, “thank you for inviting me over.”

Leon steps up to gently take your elbow, guiding you into his living room. The pizza sits on the coffee table surrounded by plates and napkins. He has you sit down on the couch, skirt hem rucking up as you shift to get comfortable.

His eyes catalog everything about you an incessant need to memorize itching inside of him. Setting the cookies down onto the table, he sits next to you, knees nearly touching.

“I’m glad you came,” his voice is low and quiet.

A shy smile steals over your face, “I’m glad I did too.”

Your mouth opens then closes before you set your shoulders determinedly and speak, “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for awhile but I’ve just chickened out every time.”

“Really?”

You nod with a grin. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain lances through his chest. His wince doesn’t go unnoticed and your hand reaches out to rest on his knee. The sting ramps up into a searing burn.

“Leon, are you okay?”

He tries to nod, but the pain expands out through his chest cavity and rushes up his neck to his head. Standing up quickly, he lurches toward the bathroom.

“J-just a headache,” he finally gasps out, a pulsing wave of pain filling his mouth so quick that it makes his teeth ache.

His legs buckle, knees coming down hard onto the floor but he doesn’t even feel it as the molten lava flow of pain races down his arms.

“Leon?” he hears your fear laced tone as your hand touches his shoulder, “oh my god, Leon—“

He can taste your confusion on his tongue with hints of fear and curiosity as he folds in on himself, trying to push the pain away. A sharp stinging rip stretches across his mouth, a poor facsimile of a jokers grin. Sharp tipped claws replace his hands, black inky skin stretching up from his fingertips to slowly fade back into his regular tan colored skin except for the black veins racing up his arm to disappear under his shirt.

He senses that you’re now kneeling in front of him, can hear your heart rabbiting in your chest to see him so changed.

“Leon, should I call someone?”

“No,” he finally gasps, head coming up making you flinch at what you see.

He knows how scared you are, hates that you’re so afraid of him but it doesn’t stop him from reaching out. You hesitate but take his hand, being mindful to miss the sharp edged claw tips.

“This isn’t what I’d consider first date material,” you try to joke, but tears bead your eye line.

Warmth blooms in his chest but this time it’s a welcome reprieve compared to the hot overflow of pain that changed him.

“I’d have to agree, third date for sure,” he tries to smile but his mouth is too wide now, new teeth pressing in making his tongue stumble.

Your hand squeezes his, heart rate increasing as you really take in his face.

“Is it bad?” he whispers.

Your mouth trembles but your eyes are firm, “Not really, kinda looks like Halloween makeup.”

He snorts at that making you laugh softly.

“How do you feel?”

His brows pinch together.

“It feels like there’s an undercurrent of thought,” he goes to tap his temple but sees the claw out of the corner of his eye so drops his hand back down, “like a second thought process.”

“What’s it thinking?”

Frowning at him, you shuffle closer and his eyes catch the motion of your skirt. Hunger like he’s never had before shoots through his body like an electric current.

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He sways toward you, mouth salivating.

“Leon?”

“I’ll scare you off,” he finally mutters pulling himself together, pressing that other voice away.

“I think we’re well past that,” you tease, “just tell me.”

His chest flutters, giddiness from letting it sink in that you’re really still here, that you didn’t run.

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“Fuck, okay, I’ll—,” he lets his head slump forward into your neck.

He feels as you tense under him but slowly relax as he just breathes you in; you tense again when his clawed hands wrap around your waist as he snuffles into your neck harder.

“Wanna mate you,” he whispers into your skin, being careful to not catch his teeth, “wanna keep you. Breed you again and again. Keep you stuffed with my cock. Perfect, never had someone so lovely before.”

He presses his lips to your pulse, tasting your fear with hints of arousal.

“Mark your pretty neck, bury myself between your thighs and fuck your pussy,” he rumbles, tongue lapping at your neck, hands tightening around your waist, “need to make you my breeder, mate you permanently.”

He scrapes his newly formed fangs against your skin, “Been so lonely, for so long, never found a mate til now. Gonna keep you all to myself. Never let you go.”

That undercurrent of thought Leon spoke of feels like it’s finally waking up inside of him, parasitically merging with his higher thoughts. The fluttering in his chest that had fallen into the background finally sinks into him, completing its final stage of amalgamation.

“Mine, all mine,” he promises, both lines of thought syncing together and making his tenor sound strange.

“Leon,” you whimper, hands shakily reaching up to his hair to tug him away from your neck.

He blinks at you almost sleepily, reminiscent of a feline. Tugging one of your hands from his hair, he presses a kiss to the palm as well as he can with teeth crowding his mouth.

“My pretty girl,” he coos at you, tugging you closer until you have to straddle his thigh or lose your balance and fall into his chest.

Leon noses along your hairline and chuffs happily, “Perfect, smell so good, want you so bad.”

His nose trails down your jaw, tongue licking your skin, “Can I have you? Please? Need you so much.”

You shiver in his arms and he knows that you’re slowly conceding, can feel your arousal ramping up with his soft touches.

“My mate is so pretty,” he purrs in your ear, tongue flicking the shell making you gasp quietly, “so pretty and so perfect. Wanna fill you up with my seed, show you how bad I want you.”

“Leon,” you whimper, rocking your hips down on his thigh.

The motion has him trilling in the back of his throat, nosing your jaw to lick across your cheek and lips.

“Perfect mate to breed,” he rumbles, “keep you pinned on my cock so I can fill that perfect pussy.”

Your hands are tangled in his hair, using it as an anchor so you can rock down on him. He can feel your damp panties and smell how much you like this.

“Can I?” he’s murmuring in your ear again, “can I fuck your pretty pussy? Please?” he sighs and nuzzles your hair, “need to breed my mate’s perfect little pussy.”

A whispering moan slips past your lips.

“Yes, Leon.”

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It’s a literal blur from the living room to Leon’s bed. He must’ve picked you up and carried you here, but it seems like between one blink to the next you’re in a new space.

You don’t really get much of a chance to take in the new setting as Leon crowds into your personal space, blue eyes wide and contemplating.

“Okay?”

You smile up at this wildly different man, if he’s even still considered one, and stroke his cheek. His eyes droop and he purrs at the motion.

“I’m okay, Leon. Can I just touch you for now?”

He nods eagerly. You run your fingers from his black clawed hands up the inky black stain, to his toned forearms where it fades back into peach colored skin. You trace the black veins that travel up his biceps. He stays still, watching you the entire time, eyes never blinking.

“Can you take your shirt off?” you ask shyly, feeling hot all over at thinking of where this is all headed, clit pulsing with excitement.

Leon quickly takes his shirt off and then without prompting, slips his jeans and boxers off. You bite your lip to stifle the noise that almost escaped. Those inky black veins cover his entire torso before slowly disappearing down his abs to his dick. His thighs are normal but the dark veins picks up near the bend of his knee and you can only assume travel down the length of his legs.

Your eyes can’t help but focus on his dripping cock. It’s flushed and hard, head peaking through his foreskin, weeping precum down the shaft. He’s so big that it has your walls fluttering already. You’re not sure it’s even going to fit, but you really really want it to. It’s not every day you get fucked by a monster cock.

“Okay?”

Leon’s hesitant voice pulls your attention back to his face. Your hands stalled out on his biceps and you squeeze the muscle at the same time as you press your thighs together.

“Okay,” you smile up at him and he tries to return it, mouth too strange now to truly smile.

Your pussy throbs seeing those teeth of his. Even his monstrous traits are making you aroused, feeling hot all over from seeing his black claws settle on the bed near your hips—picturing as he grabs onto you with them, scratching you up.

Shivering, you part your thighs, slick leaking from your cunt. Leon groans and presses his face into your neck.

“Smell so good,” he mumbles.

“Can you,” you take in a shaky breath, “can you smell how turned on I am?”

“Uh huh,” he whines, tongue swiping across your skin, “taste it too.”

“Oh,” you breathily sigh, hands digging into his shoulders.

You let your eyes fall back to his cock, “Don’t know if you’ll fit, Leon.”

“Can fit,” he pants, humping the air for a split second as the tip drools more precum, “made to fit.”

“Is it?” you tease, running your hands down his arms, “I’ve got a pretty small pussy compared to that.”

He snarls against you neck making your heart race in fearful excitement.

“Make it fit,” he grunts, dropping his hips down to grind his bare cock against your covered pussy, “pretty mate will take it, breed her deep.”

Whining, you tug Leon close and press a soft kiss against his teeth.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” you gasp out and Leon listens, lolling his tongue out past those sharp fangs.

You slowly lap at it then suck his tongue into your mouth. His eyes narrow in delight and he plunges his tongue deep into your mouth, making you choke.

He pulls away, worry crossing his features, but you tug him back, “Again.”

Moaning, you open your mouth as wide as you can and let Leon fuck his tongue in and out, gagging you when he slips in too far. Your nipples are so hard they hurt and your pussy aches with emptiness.

You have to push Leon away but he keeps licking your cheek and jaw, the closest thing to a kiss he can give you right now.

Giggling, you slip off your skirt and panties and when that draws his attention, you take off your blouse and bra dropping it all into the floor.

Leon’s eyes rake over your body. Feeling a little self conscious, you try to close your legs but Leon shoves his way in between them.

“So pretty, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tongue lathing across your clavicle, “want to lick you all over.”

Shivering, you relax against the bed, “Okay, Leon.”

“Really?” he groans, tongue dragging across the swell of your breasts, “wanna eat you up.”

Your breath hitches, pussy getting wetter at the thought of Leon biting you with those teeth.

“You can,” you whisper, eyes watching as he nips at your chest.

You both moan when he sucks at your nipples, swapping back and forth between each hard bud. He loves to latch onto one, framing it with his teeth as his tongue flicks your nipple over and over and over until you’re squirming; then he gently suckles on it until your hips buck. Moving over to the other nipple, he repeats the process.

Soon, your nipples are puffy and swollen and Leon still concentrates on them, pinch them gently between his claws until you’re whining.

“Please, please, please,” you push your hips up until his cock drags along your slit, smearing slick and precum across your pussy lips.

A shaky exhale, “Want you to breed me, Leon.”

An inhuman sound rumbles in his chest as his sharp claws grab your hips, shoving you down onto the bed with him following after. He drops his weight on you making you moan, legs spread wide around his hips.

“Mate,” he growls looking down as he starts to press the fat tip of his cock into your dripping hole, “so wet for me, pussy wants it so bad.”

You whine as he stretches your pussy around his cock; he’s so big it’s making your eyes water while your cunt spasms and clenches down.

“Open up for me,” he licks across your neck, “open up that pretty pussy so I can fill her up.”

“Trying,” you mewl, relaxing your muscles so he slips in another few inches.

“There we go, such a pretty girl,” he purrs and nuzzles your cheek, “wants me to breed her full.”

Moaning, you raise your hips up shoving more of his cock into your too tight hole. A pained hiss comes from your lips but you tighten your legs around his body.

“Help me, Leon,” you pant, tears shimmering in your eyes, “you’re gonna have to make it fit.”

He groans and it echoes oddly in his chest.

“Make it fit, make it fit this pussy, mate needs my cock to fit,” he’s mumbling to himself.

He pulls his hips back making you whine which becomes a choked off moan when he bullies his thick cock all the way into your cunt until he’s bottoming out. You feel split in two, pussy fluttering and twitching around his dick.

Your eyes slip shut, tears slipping free, “God Leon, it’s too much.”

“Perfect fit,” he nips at your neck making you clench on him, “perfect pussy.”

You’re milking his cock and nothing has even happened yet.

“I can’t,” you whimper, eyes opening to look down at him mouthing across your breasts, “it’s too much.”

“Mmm,” he suckles at a hard nipple making your pussy throb, “feels so good.”

You lay there under his heavy body as he sucks and lathes his tongue across your puffy nipples until you’re squirming, grinding down into his dick.

“Feel better?”

Your eyes are hazy when you finally meet his gaze, “Yeah, s’good. You’re just so deep.”

He raises up and you both can see a small bump in your lower belly.

“Perfect pussy,” he strokes a clawed hand over it making you keen high in your throat, “taking me so good.”

Your hands have been tangled in the sheets this whole time, but now come up to grab onto his shoulders.

“You’re gonna ruin my pussy for anyone else,” you whimper eyes watching him pet bulge in your belly.

Snarling, he pulls his cock halfway out and bullies it back into your cunt making you squeal.

“My pussy,” he grunts, teeth gnashing, “my mate.”

“Ohh,” a breathy moan slips past your lips as Leon starts fucking harder and harder into your pussy.

“Say it,” his clawed hands dig into the skin of your hips, piercing the skin and making him even more frenzied.

“Y-your m-mate,” you finally spit out, slick leaking from your pussy as his claws dig into your hips, “your mate, Leon.”

“That’s right.”

“Fuck,” you gasp out, Leon folding your knees up to your shoulders, “Leon, I can’t.”

“Y’can,” he grits out, mouth feeling full of too many teeth, too many hungry thoughts, “gotta, for me, please.”

You whine but go slack in his arms allowing him to push you further, letting him sink his cock back into your soaked hole. His body feels like it’s on fire, his chest feels so full of liquid heat that he’s surprised it’s not spilling past his lips.

“Thank you, thank you,” he chants around the fangs now taking up space in his mouth, “so good.”

“Leon,” you mewl, head hanging off of his bed from his thrusting, “m getting dizzy.”

He grabs your hips and without pulling out of your cunt, yanks your body back along the bed. Your eyes finally meet his and he feels your pussy flutter around his cock as fear strikes your features. The black veins have gotten worse around his temples traveling down to his jaw as a single black mass.

“Leon, are you okay?” your hand hesitates at your side but you lift it up to cup his face making him whine and nuzzle your palm.

“Hot, can’t think,” he stumbles over his words.

“You look worse..” your voice trails off as your eyes really take in his appearance, “maybe we should stop.”

He snarls and snaps his hips harder into your squelching cunt, a mewling cry escaping your mouth.

“No,” he bears his teeth at you, so sharp now, no longer his blunted human teeth but something more savage—feral.

Whining, your cunt milks his cock as he grinds his fat tip against the opening to your womb.

“Leon,” you gasp out as he starts pinching and rubbing your clit softly with those claws as he grinds deep into your clenching heat, “Leon, you’re—.”

Black veins race across his skin and pulse along with his heartbeat; his eyes seem to get the worst of it, making the sea dark color stand out even more almost like they’re glowing. His hands are gripping your hips so tightly they’re bruising.

“Breed, gotta cum in you,” he finally grits out, drool slipping from his mouth as he still isn’t used to his teeth, “pretty pretty girl. Gonna mate you, mark you. Mine. All mine.”

“Leon,” you whine, hands reaching out to brush his hair away from his face, watching the veins wiggle and squirm under his skin.

Your pussy clamps down on his dick to hear his husky voice mutter, “Bite you deep, mate you, breed you, all mine.”

Arousal floods your body at the thought of him sinking those needle sharp teeth into your skin, the stinging bite of having him mark you like that. Subconsciously, you’re arching your neck to him, baring the soft unmarked skin for his perusal.

He growls, fucking you in long slow thrusts, cock stretching you so open it makes your eyes water. You feel as his hands grip you even tighter, nails pricking your skin and making you bleed.

He scents the air and pants like a dog down at you, drool dripping all over your chest and neck.

“Smell so pretty,” he licks a trail from your jaw down to your clavicle, “wanna taste, w’nna taste, please.”

You’re nodding before you can think better of it, “Yes, yes, Leon.”

His sharp teeth pierce the junction where you neck and shoulder meet making your eyes roll back in your head, crying out loudly while your pussy gushes slick as you cum around Leon’s dick.

He growls and fucks you through your orgasm.

“Never had something so good before,” he’s lapping at the bloody mark on your neck, “god, never felt anything this good ever. So wet, so good, pussy’s so good. Never give you up, never. Kill anyone who touches you. Mine all mine. My mate, my breeder.”

The pain in your neck slowly radiates into syrupy pleasure; it drips down into your body, nipples tightening in pleasure and clit throbbing with want.

“Leon,” you slur, “what, what..”

“Poison,” he sounds apologetic but his eyes watch you hungrily, “make you feel good, aphrodisiac,” he stumbles over the word like it’s new to his vocabulary.

Your cunt aches when Leon pulls completely out and you moan loudly when he bottoms out into you again.

“Full, gotta keep mate nice and full,” his teeth still has flecks of your blood, making your cunt pulse with want again.

“Leon,” you mewl pitifully, hands cupping his face, “s’too much.”

He blinks and his eyes seem to clear for a second, “Sorry, sorry sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me.”

“Yeah?” you whine.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want anyone else but you,” he pants, eyes darkening again, “knew you’d be perfect and you are.”

His voice drops, the low timbre giving you goosebumps, “Perfect mate for me. Never need anyone else.”

Everything goes a little fuzzy on the edges, like you’ve had a little too much to drink; your thoughts are cotton soft and candy sweet.

Leon is smiling at you now, or it looks like a smile, teeth bared at you but with gentle eyes.

“Leon,” you giggle up at him, endorphins running rampant in your blood, bubbling like fresh champagne in a glass.

“Pretty,” he licks at the mark on your neck, “keep you, breed you over and over and over.”

You rock your hips up and moan, body on fire craving for him to cum inside you.

“Leon, want it so bad, cum in me please,” you beg up at him, eyes wet with tears.

He bites you again this time on the shoulder and you scream as another orgasm washes over your body.

“Mate feels so good,” he drools against your neck, licking at the bite.

Your eyes roll back in your head, hips rocking down to press Leon deeper into your cunt somehow. His pelvis grinds against your pudgy clit making your pussy clench repeatedly around his throbbing dick.

You’re both panting and moaning, rutting against each other like animals. Leon keeps biting at your unmarked skin which has you gushing slick around his cock.

“Breed me, Leon, need it,” your tongue is swollen and heavy in your mouth.

You can’t even think past the haze of needy arousal taking over you body. Leon’s sharp claws move up to your ribs, sinking into your skin to draw more blood making you toss your head back with a moan.

“Mark me up,” you scratch at his shoulders, a poor imitation of his own dangerous nails, “feels good.”

Leon’s snarling again, hips picking up a rough pace as he fucks his weeping cock into your squelching cunt.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” your spine arches as his cock drags against your g spot and knocks against your cervix.

The lizard part of your brain promises you that’s where he belongs, buried deep in your womb.

Leon watches you with sharp blue eyes, mouth panting as drool drips down onto your chest. He starts a slow, rolling grind to capitalize on rubbing against that spongy spot as well as press against the opening to your cervix.

“Perfect,” his voice is deep and gravelly making your clit throb, “breed this pussy good and deep.”

“Yes, Leon, please,” you hump down on him, trying to get him to go faster but he doesn’t budge, “need it so bad, breed me. Want your cum.”

He grunts, eyes lit up with excitement as he just watches you get more and more desperate. You feel like you’re going crazy you’re so turned on.

“Please,” your voice cracks, “it hurts Leon ‘m so empty.”

He finally relents but moves to put you in a mating press, holding your legs up and open, clawed hands pressing against your thighs so he can fuck down into your soaked cunt.

“Need it, need it, please Leon,” you hiccup a whine, “my pussy’s ruined for anyone else, need you to keep me full.”

He growls and snaps his teeth at you, hips thrusting even rougher into your hole making you moan happily.

“Mate you,” he grunts, grinding down into your spasming pussy.

“There,” you gasp, eyes crossing as his cock rubs against your g-spot and grinds against your cervix just right.

Your body’s tightening, orgasm ratcheting up.

“Gonna fill you up,” he groans.

“Uh huh,” you slur, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Leon, fuck!”

Thighs shaking when his pelvis catches your clit, your body locks up as you scream out your climax. He keeps grinding against your cervix and g-spot prolonging the pleasure overloading your body. Your mind is wiped of any thoughts, only the feeling of Leon inside your pussy.

“Mine,” his hips buck and stutter, “all mine.”

His mouth opens and he sinks his sharp teeth in your neck again as he pumps your cunt full of hot jizz. Eyes rolling back at the dual sensations, another weak orgasm has your pussy clamping down on his cock. He hisses as you milk him over and over while he spills sticky cum deep into your womb, fat tip pressed right against the opening.

“Leon,” you whimper, hands slipping into his hair to guide him to face you, “kiss please.”

His tongue plunges into your open mouth making you moan as you taste hints of your own blood. Your pussy walls flutter as his cock kicks and throbs, spurting the last of his cum into your cunt.

He slowly slips his tongue out of your mouth at the same time he eases his dick out of your pussy with a wet suctioning noise. Whimpering, your legs lay against the bed as he quickly moves down the length of your body.

He grabs your ass and tilts you up.

“Gotta keep it all inside,” he murmurs, eyes zeroed in on your puffy cunt.

Your body still pulses with aftershocks, but you slowly realize in your soupy brain that the black veins are slowly disappearing. Leon’s mouth is also reforming itself until he only has sharp incisors left. The claws are last to change, but his fingertips still have pointier nails that look like they can still slice you open.

“Leon,” you murmur to grab his attention.

Humming, he looks up at you. His eyes drop down to the bite marks all across your neck and shoulders and his pupils dilate. Gently, he lets go of your hips to move back up your body. He kisses you heatedly, tongue dipping into your mouth with a groan.

“God, I want to do it again,” he drags his lips down to the bites and sucks on them; a mewling cry slipping from your mouth.

He shifts up and kisses you again, nipping your bottom lip until blood fills your kiss.

“Taste so good,” he whispers into your mouth before sucking on your lip, “pretty little mate.”

You finally pull away, exhaustion making your eyes droop.

��Leon, I can’t, at least not right now,” you stroke his jaw, admiring his flushed face.

“Sorry,” he turns and kisses your wrist, placing a small bite on the skin, “you’re just driving me crazy right now. You look and smell so good.”

You giggle, still feeling a little loopy from the mind blowing sex, “Well that’s all your fault, mister.”

He sheepishly grins at you, “Yeah. I really am sorry you know.”

You pull him down to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t be. I’ve been kinda hoping we’d fuck,” you boop his nose with a laugh at his scandalous expression.

“I just meant—“

“I know,” you cut him off with a smile, “and as insane as that was, definitely the best I’ve ever had.”

You gently touch the first bite with your hand and feel a zing of pleasure all the way down to your pussy.

“A girl could get addicted to this,” you murmur, running your other hand through his hair.

He nuzzles into your neck, dropping kisses all over the marks. Sighing, you let him kiss your neck until you feel his teeth scraping the skin.

“No more of that,” he whines at you, “m tired, Leon. Need to sleep.”

Placing one last kiss on the first bite mark, he drops down beside you and tugs you into his chest. You sigh and snuggle into him. He runs his fingernails down your back making you shiver, body going lax in his hold.

As you drift off to sleep you hear him whisper into your hair, “All mine.”

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Puzzle Pieces Ch17 (End)

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15, Ch16

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex

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It was another beautiful day in the city of Nueva York. The snow was sticking to the ground and the Christmas spirit was in the air. Everyone in the city was doing their last minute Christmas shopping while making sure they had their ingredients for dinner.

You were not shy to being one of those last minute shoppers. It was the day before Christmas and you were panicking about making sure you had everything to make for dinner. You wanted to treat Miguel well since this was going to be your first Christmas together.

It had been two weeks since the incident with Eddie. Miguel had reassured you of his death and even mentioned something about your parents calling off the engagement. As much as you wanted to ask how, you knew that Miguel was always going to take care of you. It was so reassuring to have him by your side.

Humming quietly to yourself as you walked down the aisle of your old job, you smiled spotting the deli. Your former supervisor gave you a wave and motioned you over. As you drew closer, one of the workers placed a ham inside your cart.

"On the house," Your supervisor said. You just smiled,

"T-Thank you!"

Returning to your shopping, you couldn't stop smiling since this was the first time you were enjoying yourself. It did feel slightly weird since you did have a bodyguard. Miguel wanted to make sure that you were always with someone and safe.

Miguel was sure to make you as comfortable as possible. You were the girlfriend to the leader of the strongest mafia in the city. It was a scary thought.

"Do you have a dress for tomorrow night?" Peter asked, wanting to make small talk since you were getting overwhelmed with the amount of people in the store.

"O-Oh, y-yes...L-Lyla and I...went s-shopping for one...Um...D-Do I need t-to bring...anything?" You asked, getting in line. Peter glanced around,

"Just a smile on Miguel's face. I think that will cheer everyone up," Peter said with a chuckle.

You couldn't help but smile as well. You've gotten to know some of Miguel's men and women. They were all really nice people. Nothing from what the movies portrayed. One might think you were insane for getting comfortable with the mafia.

"O-Oh, P-Peter...could we stop by....one more place....please?" You asked. Peter glanced down at you,

"Of course!"

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It was an unusual sight. You were standing in front of a mirror wearing a gorgeous dress. The only issue you were having were your scars. As beautiful as dress was, your scars showed your ugly side. Not even makeup could cover them.

Tears started to well up as you went to grab your sweater. How could you present yourself as Miguel's girlfriend if you looked like this? What were people going to think?

"¿Conejita? (Bunny?), what's wrong?" Miguel asked as he entered the room and saw you crying, "Don't cry, look how beautiful you are!"

"B-But...m-my scars, Miggy," You whimpered. Miguel fixed your hair and pecked your lips,

"Are nothing to be ashamed of, but if you wish to cover them, then I understand." He said and fixed your sweater, "I still love you all the same."

"I...love you too," You sniffed, wiping your tears away, "I...I just don't...want your people...to think...y-you k-know..."

"Whatever they think, they keep to themselves. My people know better than to insult me or you," Miguel whispered, resisting the urge to call you anything but his wife.

"Miggy~" You cooed happily, enjoying these moments.

You glanced at Miguel and squeaked, seeing the lust in his eyes. Before you could protest, Miguel picked you up and placed you on the bed, wanting to hog your beauty all to himself. You whined, afraid of ruining your dress, but Miguel made sure to be careful.

"M-Miguel~ N-No...m-more~ ah~ I-I gotta...s-stand mhm~ f-for the p-party!" You cried out as he bullied his cock into you.

"Just once more, baby. I want everyone to know that you're mine." Miguel hissed as he sucked on your neck.

You arched your back, moaning loudly as Miguel grew rougher with his thrusts. His grip was tight against your hips as his dick rubbed against your sweet spot, causing you to cum. Shaking in pleasure, you whimpered as Miguel kept his pace, painting your insides white.

"M-Miggy," You panted softly. Miguel licked his lips, glancing down at you,

"Just one more, please?"

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Your face was flustered as you held onto Miguel. Your legs were shaky and quite numb, so Miguel had to carry you into the party. It was none the less embarrassing. Plus, your neck was covering with Miguel's love bites.

"T-This is embarrassing," You whispered. Miguel chuckled softly as he entered the Alchemax building,

"It's only for a short while. I usually stay at this party for an hour, the other two hours." He explained and placed you on your feet, "But, if you want to leave early to continue celebrating Christmas-"

"Mhpm!" You huffed your cheeks out, giving a slight glare towards your sex driven boyfriend, "W-We're b-binge watching m-movies remember?" You whined. Miguel couldn't hold back his laugh,

"I know, baby. I can't help but tease." You felt captivated by his smile, "Just stay by my side, okay?"

"O-Okay,"

Everything felt like it was moving so fast. You refused to let go of Miguel, not used to the fancy party life. Alchemax was different and you weren't sure if you liked it yet. The food was fancy and the people seemed snobby. It was no wonder why Miguel wasn't too fond of this job.

The only good thing about this party was that people only paid half a mind to you. Everyone tried to avoid Miguel unless it was a simple introduction. Miguel was the CEO, he had to make his rounds and a small speech.

Sitting a small private table, you smiled as Miguel handed you a small plate of food. He kissed your head and went up to the stage to make his yearly speech. After he was done, the two of you were going to go to his more 'lively' party as Miguel called it.

"Is she dating the boss?"

"Can't be, look at her."

"But those marks-"

"Just a fling. We have a better chance."

Ah, there is was. You hadn't left Miguel's side until now, so you had avoided hearing the whispers about you. Of course, everyone was curious about you. The CEO of their company had brought a girl they had never seen before.

You wanted to tell them that you were Miguel's girlfriend. You wanted to tell them that they were wrong. That they would never stand a chance with Miguel, but you were still afraid. Just because you had gotten comfortable with Miguel, didn't mean that you were ready to confront others yet.

"Please, do enjoy the rest of the night. My wife and I have other matters to attend. I shall see you all in the New Year," Miguel spoke before leaving the stage.

You hadn't even heard his last part, still playing with your sweater sleeves about what those girls said. You didn't even notice Miguel approach you from behind, his arms wrapping around yours.

"You didn't eat. Was the food not to your liking?" He asked. You flinched and shook your head,

"S-Sorry...I um...spaced out." You whispered and scooted closer to him, "A-Are we leaving...?"

"Yes, perhaps you'll like the food there better."

Miguel lifted you up, ignoring your small protests and his staring underlings. He held you close until the two of you arrived at his other party. It was already lively since some of the Peters had gotten a little drunk.

"C-Can I ask-" You giggled lowly, seeing Miguel's slightly annoyed expression, "H-How did you come to hire so many p-people with the s-same name?"

"I don't know. I really don't know," Miguel huffed and watched as his mafia went wild, "Let me get you a pla-"

"THE BOSS'S WIFE WANTS FOOD!" One of the Peter's yelled. You were too focused on Miguel leading to a table to hear the yelling,

"BRING THE QUEEN HER FOOD!"

"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!"

"What the hell are they going on about now?!" Miguel barked. Lyla came over with Jessica and a few other girls,

"Everyone's excited to finally meet (Y/N). They're bringing her a plate of food now," She said with a grin.

"E-Excited to s-see...me?" You questioned in shock.

"Yea, you're the one who thawed this grumps heart." Jessica hummed while Gwen and Margo snickered to themselves.

Miguel kept his quiet glare since you were enjoying their company. He turned his attention to his drunk underlings who brought you a large enough plate to even feed Miguel. Wondering if he should make his speech now, Miguel waited on you.

He enjoyed the smile on had on your face as you talked to the girls. Your eyes sparkling ever so slightly at the mountain of food. You seemed to be happy here, that's what mattered.

"I'll be right back," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You shivered in delight and pecked his lips, wishing him luck. Miguel groaned lowly, hurrying to the main stage to calm his eager crowd. Oh, how tempting you were still. Miguel was going to make sure to keep on giving all night long.

"Excited to give Miguel your gift tomorrow?" Lyla asked, ignoring Miguel's speech. You felt your cheeks warm up,

"I-I really...r-really hope he likes it."

"He will. Miguel will cherish anything you give him."

"I trust you all to keep this city safe again this year. My wife and I shall lead this family to success-"

"I-I'm just worried...t-that he'll think it's...cheap..."

"Miguel doesn't care about that. Listen to this, his brother gave him a baseball from one of his games and Miguel still has it in a glass case!" Lyla grinned.

"As you've all seen, my wife is quite shy and nervous when it comes to new people, so I expect you all to behave and-"

"O-Oh, yes! M-Miguel told me that story. It's s-super sweet," You cooed, hiding your smile, "S-So...he will like my g-gift~"

"HEIR! HEIR! HEIR!"

"The hell are they yelling now?" Jessica huffed, crossing her arms towards the crowd. You titled your head, drinking some wine,

"Hair?"

"Ignore them," Lyla snickered.

You were still confused, but kept enjoying your meal and drink. Eventually Miguel returned and cozied up to you, claiming that he needs a break already. You laughed at his childishly behavior, but indulged anyway.

After a while, you were tipsy and ready to go home. As ready as you were to sleep, Miguel made sure to keep you up for a few more hours.

Tis was the season of giving after all.

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You let out a soft whine as Miguel scooped you up from the bed. He had you wrapped in the blanket, carrying you over to his large living room. You rubbed your eyes, glancing at his beautiful Christmas tree and tons of gifts placed below it.

You gasped at the sight, shocked to see so many presents. Miguel chuckled towards your reaction and placed you down on the couch. He pecked you lips and went to bring some eggnog. You were still in shock, wondering if your gift was going to be good enough again.

"Where would you like to start, Mi pequeño conejita (my little bunny)?" Miguel asked, handing you a mug. You glanced towards him, placing the cup against your lips,

"C-Can I...give y-you your gift...first?" You asked.

Miguel happily agreed if that was your wish. Miguel watched you struggle to grab his present from a hidden spot. You were cute as you struggled to walk. Returning to the couch, you let out an 'oomph' as you fell on Miguel, handing him his present.

"M-Merry Christmas!" You chirped.

Miguel brought you into his embrace, opening the gift with ease. His eyes widen, seeing that you got him a glass Spider figure. Miguel glanced towards you, watching as you touched the spider, opening a small compartment.

"Tadaaa," You chirped. Miguel glanced inside the compartment and chuckled,

"Chocolate hearts? How cute, you can't even tell they were in there."

"I-I've noticed that y-you liked Spiders....y-you know, before I-I knew you were part of the S-Spider mafia. T-The hearts...I um...I wanted to um....r-represent...m-my love...for you." You stuttered, feeling slightly embarrassed now.

"I love it, mi amor (my love)" Miguel brought you in for a deep kiss, "Allow me to give you one special gift first."

You could feel small hearts floating above your head as Miguel kept giving you kisses here and there. He went behind the tree and brought you a medium size gift. Curious, you opened it and saw that Miguel got you a custom made puzzle.

"Let's build it together," He whispered in your ear.

You muffled a whimper as Miguel sat you between his legs. You could feel your heart race as his hands engulfed yours. The two of you were working on a special puzzle together. You were both nervous and excited to see what it will form into.

"Will?" You questioned.

"Keep going,"

A shiver ran down your spine as Miguel kept whispering and kissing your ear. He grabbed your hands, working on the other side of the puzzle now.

"Me?"

"Ten piedad, te voy a devorar si sigues siendo tan linda. (Have mercy, I'm going to devour you if you keep being this cute.)" Miguel groaned.

You bit your lower lip as you kept working on the puzzle. You could feel Miguel's erection already, making you really wonder what the puzzle was. Your eyes started to widen as you saw another word being formed. Miguel then covered your eyes as his hands motioned yours to finish the puzzle.

"Ready?" Miguel moved his hands away from yours eyes.

"Will you m-marry me?" You gasped in awe, then turned to face Miguel, "Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried, tackling him in a hug. Miguel wrapped his arms around you waist, laying against the floor,

"(Y/N), I love you so, so much. I promise to take care of you now and forever," Miguel said with a low hum. This time, you were the one to cover him in kisses,

"M-Miguel, t-thank you so much f-for treating me well. I-I love you so much it hurts! I-I can't wait to be called your wife!"

"Oh? I've been calling you that all night." Miguel chuckled lowly, sliding your panties down, "I thought it was so cute how you didn't hear a single one."

"Y-You were?!"

"Everyone knows that you're my wife," Miguel laughed, sitting back up and kissing you deeply, "And now, you will be."

"Thank you, M-Miguel," You pecked his lips happily. Miguel picked you up, hovering over you on the couch,

"No, thank you, (Y/N)."

Every one is a puzzle just waiting to find their missing pieces. It may take some time and there maybe moments where you think you found the right piece, but patience will reward you in the end. For you will finally find all of your puzzle pieces eventually.

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THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND SUPPORTING THIS STORY!!! I couldn't have done it without all of your love and support! As sad as I am to see this story end, what ends with one, gives life to another!

I have already started on my next story. I present:

Corruption (Villain!Miguel x Hero!Reader)

Thank you all again for reading and enjoying my story! I hope to see you all again in my future projects~

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jeannineee · 4 months

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nsfw alphabet: satoru gojo

warnings: obv nsfw under the cut. Minors go away.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

listen...he's normally just as exhausted as you are after sex. but he'll absolutely clean you up and cuddle with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself, he's proud of his entire body, honestly. but he especially likes his abs. would not be against you riding them honestly

on you, he likes your neck. kissing it, marking it. will occasionally wrap his hand around it, just to watch your eyes roll back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ususally cums inside you, but something about your chest does it for him too. just seeing his release painted on your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this probably comes as a shock to no one, but he would not mind subbing for you; giving you the control in the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

be for real. he's canonically not the most experienced with women, but he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirl!! he loves watching you struggle to take him, and he can thrust up into you if you start to get tired.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

while he can be serious during sex, he's usually very teasing and will crack jokes, but not to the extent of ruining the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

yes the carpet matches the drapes and yes he keeps it very trimmed. he simply prefers it that way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i know a lot of people perceive him as this childish baby but satoru can be veryyyy intimate. i'm talking candles, flower petals on the bed, massages, etc. he's a lover boy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

masturbated very regularly before you, and still does it occasionally after meeting you--usually only when the two of you are away from each other for an extended period of time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh boy!!

orgasm control (edging and overstimulation) both ways!! sensory deprivation, temperature play, breath play, bondage, breeding. praise and a liiiitle degradation. exhibitionism. with lots of communication, he'd be down for some dom/sub dynamics in the bedroom. (again, both ways. this man is a switch.)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

literally anywhere. he has no shame. empty classroom, bathroom at a restaurant, your car, etc. he will take you anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn't take much for him, but your touch especially gets him going. resting your hand on his knee, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i can't imagine him being into sadism. he's miiiight be a bit of a masochist though. wouldn't want to hurt you in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's almost torn. almost. but for him, nothing beats the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

typically leans towards fast and rough, but also knows when to slow it down.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yes yes and yes. any time, any place.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

again, yes. won't literally have sex in broad daylight, but definitely gets off on the idea that someone could catch you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

unfortunately for you (or at least unforunately for the lower half of your body) satoru has a looooot of stamina. can literally go until the sun comes up and the birds are singing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

uh duh. mostly basic stuff like vibrators and handcuffs. but is also down to try anything you want.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he is absolutely the biggest tease and is so whiny when you give him a taste of his own medicine. you can have him begging rather easily.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is very, very vocal. moaning, whining, whimpering. very much a talker. like almost pornographic with it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

would not mind a threesome, as long as the two of you choose the third person together.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

okay so i know with nanami i expressed the need for realistic dick sizes but i digress. satoru is a solid 8 inches and has enough girth that you need prep every time to fit him. very veiny. do with that what you will.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

see stamina.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can fall asleep fairly quickly, and oftentimes is out before you are.

#Satoru Gojo smut #Gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu Kaisen #Gojo satoru x reader

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fayesia · 2 months

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~nsfw alphabet headcannons~

Aaron Hotchner

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hotch is a dad in the show so his parental instincts pull through meaning he’d be so good with aftercare, making sure you’re all taken care of physically and emotionally.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hotch loves your ass whether it’s in your office pants or in the newest lingerie he spoilt you with. You love Aaron’s hands. easily distracted by them when you’re both on the job or when they’re wrapped around your neck and he’s pounding into you from behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Hotch loves spreading his cum across your ass, painting it all over you after he turns them a bright red.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Hotch secretly loves dabbling in voyeurism, having a quickie in the utility cabinet when fellow agents are looking for either of you, while your moans are nearly heard by passers-by gets him off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

Hotch is well experienced as he’s much older than you are but he’s always loved teaching you new things.

F = Favorite position

As an ass man Hotch loves to have you doggy style, hands either gripping onto your hips or around your neck pushing you into a deep arch against the mattress.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

he wouldn’t be too goofy during sex but maybe before or after there would be some humorous moments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

Hotch is as well groomed down there as he is on his head, neat and tidy for sure.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Aaron is quite intimate except maybe when he’s really dominant and gets rough with you as a form of punishment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

On trips across the country where he must be away from you, the two of you might take the risk of mutual masturbation over the phone or he’ll have to jerk off to picture or videos you’ve taken in the past on his phone.

K = Kink(s)

Hotch definitely has a dominant side of him in and out of the bedroom and having you call him sir would have him fucking you ten times harder and faster.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

you both do it mostly in the bedroom or hotel rooms but one of the most memorable times for the two of you would be when he bent you over his office desk and fucked you.

M = Motivation (turn ons)

Anytime Hotch sees you wearing tight clothes around the office or even when you’re out on duty in your uniform that hugs your curves perfectly, he can barely go about the case without being distracted. When you’re at home seeing you in a summer dress would drive him wild.

N = No (turn offs)

Hotch would draw the line at any age play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

He would treat you first, eating you out until you cum at least once.

You love seeing him lose control and in his office when you’re kneeling under his desk he’s used to having you suck him off before hoisting you up and fucking you in his lap.

P = Pace (are they fast or slow, sensual or rough)

Hotch is usually intense and rough, but he’d make sure you were enjoying it and depending on the type of moment it is he could also be slow and gentle holding you close to him.

Q = Quickie (do they like them, how often do they do them)

You would like them more than Hotch but he wouldn’t be against them by any means. They don’t happen often but when they do it’s a spur of the moment and filled with a lot of passion.

R = Risk (do they like risky sex)

He would enjoy seeing you under his control like when you’re trying to keep quiet because of how hard he’s doing you, so the idea of risky sex is appealing to him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hotch would have a good amount of stamina so maybe a maximum of 2 rounds before he’s coming, but he would’ve made you cum a lot more times before he does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

He wouldn’t own any toys himself but he wouldn’t be against using some of yours on you during sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hotch would LOVE to tease you, if you’re r in public or in the bedroom he does not care.

V = Volume (how loud they are during intimacy)

They’re not that loud but god do they do things that make YOU so loud, easily masking over any of the noises he makes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ceo!aaron hotchner x personal assistant!reader: he would use you as his own personal fucktoy during work and spoil you all the time when you aren’t together.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hotch keeps in good shape considering his career. He’s probably at least 7 or 8 inches erect.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hotch isn’t always horny but when he’s around you his sex drive is very strong and he could go for numerous rounds.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

Hotch would make sure you were all taken care of, softly caressing you until you both fell asleep close to each other.

#smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #alphabet headcanons #aaron hotch x reader

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kolsmikaelson · 3 months

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— ANAKIN SKYWALKER NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES - i’ve never wrote for ani before so i hope this is okay :)

WARNINGS - nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader, not proofread so ignore typos!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if theres time, he’ll run a bath and clean you both up, get you some water and then take you to bed, but if not he’ll still clean you up and ask if there’s anything he can do before you get back to what you were doing

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if he had to pick it would be his hands (or maybe im projecting). and on a partner i think he’s a boob guy honestly, doesn’t matter what size he’s still obsessed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves when you squirt, he loves that it gets all over him and he also loves to come on your tits

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves it when you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it, he thought he’d only be into it when he was doing it to you but the first time you did it to him, whew let’s say something in him changed that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not super experienced, he was only ever with padme before you and they never had much time to have sex but he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

doggy, he loves that he has such easy access to slap your ass but also reach around your front and rub your clit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not scared to be a bit goofy with you, it’s not very often when it’s completely serious the whole time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed, he likes to keep it trimmed and neat for not only himself but his partner too

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s loving and caring, will always make you get off 1-2 times before he even thinks about getting off himself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it often, would rather you do it for him or fuck you than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit kink, choking (force choking mostly),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his speeder. it’s usually in the middle of the night when everyone's in bed asleep already or during the day when there's just enough time to get away with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing that pleading look on your face when asking him to fuck you, he gives in so easily

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing with bodily fluids (minus spit and cum), he won’t do anything where your face is covered in any way because he loves seeing the pleasured looks on your face way too much

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. he’s a god at giving head and he knows it, but he wont turn down a blowjob either

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s honestly a mix of both, it just depends on his mood. if he got back from a rough mission he’ll be fast and rough but if it was im the morning after you both wake up he’ll go slow and take his time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s obsessed with them, he’ll pull you to the side just before leaving for a mission

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh yes, he loves to experiment with you, he’ll be up to try anything once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-4 rounds, he’ll take a few minutes between each round to check on you and get you a glass of water before continuing

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes! he has a couple of his own but he also keeps a couple to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he prefers to tease you over you teasing him, anakin loves seeing you get all riled up

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud but not super quiet either, he mostly moans right next to your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves fucking your face, whether it be with his dick or a dildo it doesn’t matter he loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i’m thinking he’s a good 7 inches and well groomed. he likes to keep it neat down there

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high. he’d keep going until he passed out if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he already has issues sleeping so it takes him a while to fall asleep afterwards

#dividers by cafekitsune #◜ caitee’𝗌 works ✎ ˚✧ ꜝ #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin x you #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars smut #star wars headcanons #star wars x you #star wars concepts

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jaybirdswriting · 10 months

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Ways For Characters To React When They Realize Have A Crush

A: Unsure if the feeling is worth pursuing or if they should just let things be.

B: Excited for what's to come or what could be.

C: Confusion for a feeling they don't quite understand but seemed to blossom simply.

D: Confusion for a feeling that blossomed from nowhere, changing a dynamic they thought they understood.

E: With the sudden yearning to be near them, their hands desperate to have even a brief moment to brush against theirs.

F: Anger that they didn't realize the nature of their feelings sooner so they could have been together faster.

More Undercut

G: Anger of the inconveniences love tends to cause.

H: Concern about all the cringe things they've said to them in the past.

I: Sadness that they can't be together because the stars won't allow it.

J: Sadness that they can't be together because of an idea they've made in their head.

K: Disbelief that they would fall for them of all people.

L: Elation as they love the idea of love just as much they love being in love.

M: Disappointment that they've failed themselves in some perceived way.

N: Disgust that they've failed themselves in some perceived way.

O: With the sudden urge to pull away until this feeling stops meddling with their heart.

P: With a sudden yearning to keep them safe as they realize what lengths they would go to protect them.

Q: Fear that the other person doesn't think about them in that way.

R: With apprehension toward what this could change.

S: With a sudden yearning to tell their crush everything right away with no forethought.

T: Confusion as they wonder if the other person reciprocates.

U: With panic as they've rejected their crush in some manner in the past.

V: Overanalyzing every interaction they've ever had with this person.

W: By shoving the feeling down and deciding to deal with it later.

X: By shoving the feeling down and deciding to deal with it never.

Y: By pulling their crush into a hug. Needing to express with actions what they can't with words.

Z: Somehow, all of the above, all at once.

#oc prompts #writing #prompts #writeblr #writing prompts #otp prompts #romance prompts #romantic prompts

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gunnerfc · 2 months

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Ingrid Engen NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Ingrid is so caring after sex, she's up getting anything you need or staying in bed with you whispering sweet nothings in your ear

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Ingrid's favorite body part is her legs, she's caught you on multiple occasions staring and she always "subtly" flexes her muscles to affect you even more

She can't decide on what her favorite body part of yours is, she loves everything about you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Ingrid will let you clean her fingers after she's made you cum at least twice

D: Dirty Secret

Ingrid loves calling you while you two are apart and both of you getting yourselves off while hearing the dirty talk from the other

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)

She's experienced and definitely knows what she's doing

F: Favorite Position

Having your legs around her head or shoulders as she eats you out

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Ingrid is giggly because she's so in love with you and she's so full of love that she can't help but giggle

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Ingrid is so intimate, she takes her time with you and making you feel good

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

It happens usually while you two are away but it doesn't feel as good as when you're together

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praising, giving and receiving praise turns her on a lot

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Anywhere in your apartment or hotel room but the two of you have had sex in a airplane bathroom a few times

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Anything you do is a turn on for her

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Ingrid doesn't want to share you with anyone, she's too in love with you to let anyone else touch you or make you cum

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving, she'd stay between your legs for as long as you'd let her

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)

Definitely slow and sensual, she loves taking her time and loving every part of your body

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)

Ingrid likes them sometimes, she's not going to tell you no when you need her but quickies don't let her take her time with you

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)

As long as you are open to whatever idea as well!

S: Stamina (How many rounds)

You two go for 2-3 ish really long rounds

T: Toys

She has a strap she uses sometimes but she prefers using either fingers or mouth

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Ingrid teases you sometimes because she does like hearing you beg but she also always wants to give you what you want, when you want it

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)

You're the louder of you two but Ingrid can be loud as well

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

The first time you two hooked up in an airplane bathroom, Ingrid loved the sight of you from where she was kneeling between your legs and you with your hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet was so hot to her

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's a bit on the higher side, but she also knows you two can't have sex all the time

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Ingrid only falls asleep when you have gone to sleep

#woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #norwnt x reader #ingrid engen #ingrid engen x reader

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unknown-genshin-fan · 6 months

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NSFW alphabet(Sub alhaitham)

(No pronouns used) - TW: Mentions of aftercare, Cum, dirty talk, praising, degradation, spanking/impact play, Doggy, Oral sex, eating out, Sex toys, Quickies

MINORS DNI

A- Aftercare(What he is like aftercare) - Not that sleepy, would probably lay there looking at you with those tired eyes while you clean him up, having a pink flustered face and heavy panting

B- Body part(What body parts he likes on his partner) Thighs/lap, Like sitting on it or laying on their thighs, or desperately humping your leg while you read a book

C- Cum(anything to do with Cum) Lets you cum basically anywhere, thighs, stomach, mouth, etc

D- Dirty talk(How he reacts) Get's flustered, even if he tries to hide it by turning his head away, The pink blush coating his face is very noticeable, especially when his brain starts filling with all the scenarios of what you could do to him.

E- Experience(How much experience he has on sex or sexual pleasure) For me, He has none, either is too busy reading or work or at most times he doesn't take care of himself in a pleasurable way.

F- Favorite position(Favorite sex position) Doggy, Letting him take everything you give him from behind, Even better if his blindfolded so he won't know a single thing you'll do to him

G- Goofy(How he is during sex) 10% sometimes goofy, most of the time his brain is too mushy to think about anything, the only thing his brain can think about is how good you make him feel

H- Hair(How messy it is) Not as messy but still a bit messed up, Depending on what will you do to his hair, Leave it be or pull/tug on his hair

I- Intimacy(How flustered he can be until he breaks) Get's flustered but doesn't show it, Tries to keep up his regular uninterested cold face, even though you are clearly breaking him inside out

J- Jerking off(masturbation) Quite often Masturbates, It gives him pleasure but not as much as the pleasure you give him, it's just a replacement until you come back to see the mess he made

K- Kink/Kinks(Favorite kinks) Degradation - The feeling of your harsh words pricking at his skin was heaven to his ears, purposely failing just to hear your words, but don't forget to praise him after your time with him Praising - When he has done such a good job, always praise him, seeing his red flustered face and clear tears filling his eyes Spanking/impact play - Seeing all the red hand prints on his ass every morning in the mirror get's him all turned on and red

L- Location(where you can fuck him) Mostly at home, like to be private and in a comfortable place where both you and him can enjoy being all private

M- Motivation(what turns him on?) Hugging him from behind, slightly pushing him against a counter or his desk, seeing his cold face turn into a red flush mess

N- Neediness(How needy he can be) He doesn't know when he can be needy or not, Too busy to care about himself in a pleasurable way, so sometimes you'll have to do it for him

O- Oral sex(Char receiving) Loves to get eatened out by you from behind, seeing his thighs shake every time your tongue hits his prostate

P- Pace(If he enjoys you being fast, slow or rough) Enjoys you being both fast and slow when your handling him

Q- Quickies(How often, where do you do it?) Mostly in the bathroom, either morning or night, before he goes somewhere or before he sleeps, doesn't do it often

R- Risks(Like public sex or teasing) Likes it when you tease him in public, whispering dirty words in his ear or praising, sweet innocent words, seeing him get all nervous and fidgety after that

S- stamina(How long they can keep up or how long they can take you) More than 3 hours. but gets all tired and whiny from the overstimulation, he doesn't know if he should beg you to stop or beg you to keep on going till he forgets how to speak

T- Toys/sex toys(Does he use it a lot Does he have a few? Does he use it often) Doesn't have a lot, only 2-4, He does and doesn't use it often, Only uses it when he gets turned on but you aren't around or near him

(Skips letter U again)

V- Volume(How loud they are) Not as loud but let's out Groans or whimpers, but can be very loud when he is overstimulated

W- when(How sexually active he is) Yes he is sexually active, sometimes fantasizes about you when masturbating

(Gonna skip X)

Y- yearning(How high his sex drive is) Same as sexually active, He craves for your touch on his skin

Z- zZZ(How fast they sleep/passes out) Doesn't pass out if you don't overstimulate him as much, but if you overstimulate him a lot he passes out from pleasure and exhaustion

#dom reader #top reader #sub genshin impact #sub genshin #sub alhaitham

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raccoonsandrangoons · 2 months

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Rick Grimes NSFW Alphabet

Just a little something I whipped up for a friend ✨💛

✨ pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader

✨ warnings: NSFW (smut)

✨ A/N: honestly for a Daryl girlie myself, it was a lot easier to write HCs for Rick 🤣

A - Aftercare

A King. He’s 100% for a cuddle. He’s like a baby; he needs skin to skin, even if it’s just holding your hand

B - Body (his favorite part)

Ass. He’s all about that ass. He’s gonna say he loves all parts of you (and it’s true), but he’s got a weakness for your ass. He can’t help but stare as you’re walking away.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He knows that protection is a rare commodity in these times. If he could finish inside, best believe he’s going to, but he doesn’t not like the look of you covered in his cum.

D - Dirty Little Secret (what’s he hiding 🤭)

He doesn’t have any dirty secrets, but he does keep his feelings for you suppressed as long as possible, especially if you’re significantly younger than him

E - Experience

He’s a fairly experienced guy. Kinda. He’s not a virgin by any means, he’s got kids. But he’s only been with 2-3 people at most.

F - Favorite Position

Classic missionary bby. He wants to see your face.

G - Goofy?

He’s fairly serious, but if something funny happens, like you slip while trying to switch positions, he’ll let out a little giggle.

H - Hair

It’s the apocalypse. How do you think grooming goes? Once he’s in the Alexandria safe haven, he’ll keep himself trimmed up. As for you, he doesn’t care at all. It’s your body and it’s whatever you say.

I - Intimacy

He is very sweet and intimate. He loves showering together. It’s his favorite form of intimacy, whether it leads to sex or not. He loves when you wash his back, and he loves when washing your hair and giving you a nice scalp massage.

J - Jorkin’ It

For stress relief, and definitely before y’all get together. But once you’re together, he’d rather just go straight to you

K - Kinks

He’s a fairly vanilla guy, but he’s not opposed to spanking, roughhousing a little. Maybe you can convince him to role play a little in his uniform.

L - Location

He prefers at home. He’s not a risky man as it is and he doesn’t want to risk being caught. It’s motivated by respect for you.

M - Motivations (turn ons)

Anything you do. He throws his all into everything and he is all about you.

N - NOs

Nothing that can put you in danger. Nothing restraining for either of you

O - Oral

Giving and receiving. He loves it. He’s all for it. He always says “baby you don’t have to”, when you get on your knees but you both know he wants it and he is more than happy to reciprocate.

P — Pace

Soft, slow, and sensual. He comes from a place of love and respect, and he’s going to take his time with you.

Q — Quickies?

If he has to. In the beginning, maybe that’s all you had.

In Alexandria, if you get enough in him to drink at a party, rile him up enough, he’ll pull you into a corner for a make out session and then tell you to meet him at home in 10 minutes.

R — Risky?

Nope. He’s not risky at all. He’s pulling out. He’s making sure no one is around.

S — Stamina

He can go a few rounds, for sure. But he is climbing in age, so

T — Toys

Hard to come by in the apocalypse, but in a situation where it’s available, he sees your toys as his teammates.

U — Unfair

He can be a bit of a tease when you start developing a more domestic relationship. A slide of his hand down your back, a quick squeeze of your ass (he can’t help it).

V — Volume

He’s not super loud, but he’s vocal. A lot of “That’s it”, “feels so good”; etc.

W — Wildcard (dealer’s choice hc)

I think he’s jealous. He knows you’re a helpful person and he knows others are drawn to you. He can’t help but feel a little jealous. And boy does he love when you get jealous. He loves being able to tease you when you’re jealous.

X — X-ray

He’s packing. Nothing extraordinary, but you’ll giggle with the girls over tea, as respectfully as possible. He is shy, ya know.

Y — Yearning

He’s a yearning man. He’s not a desperate type of needy, but he will tug at your clothes as he holds you from behind and whisper “need you”

Z — ZZZ

He definitely wants to sleep after, which is why he doesn’t really like doing it anywhere but home.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #smut alphabet

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jungwnies · 11 months

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syn ' a-z alphabet (safe for work) yang jungwon pairing ' bf!jungwon x gn!reader

requested ! i am soooo sorry this took so long... i lowkey forgot about it until i came back on a few days ago

a ⋆ affection - how affectionate are they?

he's literally a cat

he's so affectionate with you

always cuddling

always playing with your hand or your fingers

literally attached to the hip

b ⋆ bonding - how often do they bond with you?

all the time

hes a big bonder duh

whenever he isn't at schedules

he spends all of his time with you

c ⋆ communication - do they keep in touch with you when they're away?

yes ofc

but he's leader

so he only gets to give you a lot of his time while he's at the hotel

he texts you through out the day but he can't hold a conversation until the day is over :c

d ⋆ dates - how often do they set up a date for you two?

all the time

but they will be the most cute dates

arcades, carnivals, festivals, amusement parks

little walks around the river and very pretty scenery ofc

e ⋆ essential - what is the thing that is important to them?

family

friends

the usual

the relationships he has with people

and lastly, the members

f ⋆ friends - how did the friendship start?

in school

you guys were definitely forced to work together on a project

and from there you guys became friends

g ⋆ gross - what is the thing he hates in your relationship?

lies

omg he hates liars so much

h ⋆ hugs - do they like hugs? how do they feel?

ofc he likes hugs

he loves them so much

they're always so loving and comforting

his embrace is like home

i ⋆ i love you- how fast do they say i love you?

he doesn't say it first that's for sure

he says it when you say it

because he doesn't want to mess anything up

he's scared to lose you or scare you away with the love bomb

j ⋆ jealousy - how jealous do they get?

not very jealous

but he definitely gives whoever is checking you out a dirty look

k ⋆ kiss - how good are they at kissing?

he's a good kisser

not the bomb.com

but his kisses are sweet :C

l ⋆ love - how do they show their love to you?

giving you his time

when he puts anything down just to pay attention to you

that is how he shows you he loves you

he just loves spending time with you ugh

m ⋆ mad - how often do you argue?

not often

but sometimes

but they are never bad arguments

n ⋆ naughty - how do they deal with you annoying them?

he annoys you back

duh!

doesn't get mad though LOL

o ⋆ open - how often do they open up to you?

all the time

you are his backbone

his support

his everything

he always opens up to you

p ⋆ pet names - how are they with pet names?

babe, baby, jagi

just the simple ones

nothing too crazy

q ⋆ quiet - silent treatment?

he gets pouty

but never silent

r ⋆ ramble - how often do they talk about you to others?

all the time

he boasts about you like it's his job

forget being an idol

talking about you is his new career

s ⋆ soft - how soft are they to you?

literally the softest with you

so sweet

always cuddling with you

bro is literally a cat???

t ⋆ think - what reminds them of you?

animals

everytime he sees a cute animal

he thinks of you

he will see a bunny and be like

"it's almost as cute as MY y/n"

always says "my" before your name

cus you are his

u ⋆ unhappy - what makes them break if you break up with them?

just the fact he can't hold you anymore

the way his bed feels so empty without you besides him

makes him

fucking

sad

dont even

think

about

breaking

with

jungwon

otherwise

both sides of your pillow

WILL BE WARM

v ⋆ vacation - how are they with long distance relationships?

he's so bad at this

nothing that can break a relationship

but he just can't handle it

as well as some people can

w ⋆ wholesome - the sweetest thing they ever did to you?

obviously when he surprised you by coming home early

x ⋆ extra headcanon

expanding on him coming home early

you were really sad because he was on tour

for literally so long

and he told you he wouldn't be back for another 3 weeks

because there are new added dates

but little did you know the later dates weren't for another 2 months

so when he came in and surprised you

you wanted to cry

tears of joy obviously

y ⋆ young and beautiful - (how long does it last?)

a very long time

but i don't know if it will last forever

i feel like he would be the type to be in a super long relationship

and you guys just

fall out of love.

DAMN

i should write a story about that

z ⋆ zzz - how do they sleep with you?

he always has an arm around you

keeps you close because

he never knows

when he will have to leave again

so he keeps you super close

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eepwriting · 15 days

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IV NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: allllll of it

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out. Tried to get through requests and got a little distracted lol. Anyway, here’s the final alphabet for my beloved ivy. 🤍

!! mdi !!

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✶ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

➮ He’s very attentive. Throughly (but gently) cleans you up, will help you redress if you want/need to. Always gets you water and will watch you drink the whole glass.

✶ B = Body Part (Favorite on themselves, favorite on you.)

➮ He likes his chest and back. Strong, sturdy.

➮ He loves your legs. Enjoys having them thrown over his lap (or shoulders). Runs his hands from your ankles up to your hips and down again.

✶ C = Cum (Anything to do with cum.)

➮ Loves to see himself painted on your face and neck.

✶ D = Dirty Secret (Self Explanatory?)

➮ He listens to audios you send him when he’s around other people. An earbud in, just softly playing as he chats with friends. It’s not loud enough to really affect him but he definitely has a half chub.

✶ E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

➮ He gives off the impression that he’s beeeen fuckin but no. He doesn’t have much.

➮ Is very eager to try things with you.

➮ He’s able to switch into many different moods, despite not having a ton of experience.

✶ F = Favorite Position

➮ Spooning or standing behind you. Likes to be as close and all over you as possible.

✶ G = Goofy (Are they serious or playful and goofy?)

➮ Half and half. Most of the time he’s too lost in his own pleasure to play around but he’ll sometimes tickle you and crack jokes.

✶ H = Hair (How well groomed are they?)

➮ He keeps it short and tidy.

✶ I = Intimacy (How intimate are they in the moment?)

➮ Most of the time he’s very focused on you, making sure he hits all the right spots. Hands softly running all over you, whispering how much he appreciates you.

✶ J = Jerking Off

➮ Those audios we talked about before…he’s definitely locking himself in a room later and goin to town.

➮ Will always send you pics/vids/audios of his own.

✶ K = Kinks

➮ He likes to be praised.

✶ L = Location (Their favorite place to do the do.)

➮ Since he likes to stand behind you, he loooves to fuck you in front of mirrors. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, hallway, anywhere.

➮ Gets to watch himself slip into you from behind while also watching your face.

✶ M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

➮ If you kiss on his neck or even just lightly run your fingers over it he’s grunting and breathing heavy.

✶ N = No (Something they would never do.)

➮ No what?? No scat, no piss.

✶ O = Oral (Preference on giving and receiving.)

➮ He loves blowjobs and will often (politely) demand them.

➮ But boy is also a certified munch/certified sucker. Bonus points if your thighs keep him trapped in between your legs.

✶ P = Pace (Are they rough and fast or careful and gentle?)

➮ Depends on his mood. He likes to take it slow if either or you are tired or you’re seeing each other again after being away.

➮ He also enjoys getting a little rough with you and picking up the pace.

✶ Q = Quickie

➮ He’s not a fan or hater. If you want to sneak away he’s more than happy to participate.

✶ R = Risk (Do they experiment?)

➮ YES

➮ He’s a big fan of trying new things. Sends you lists of things he finds interesting and wants to try.

✶ S = Stamina (How long do they last?)

➮ A very average amount of time but will make you cum before and after he finishes.

✶ T = Toys (Do they use them? On you or themselves?)

➮ As stated before, he loves to experiment so he’ll surprise you with new toys he thinks you might like.

➮ Not a super big fan of using toys on himself but will try if you ask nice enough.

✶ U = Unfair (How much do they tease you?)

➮ He’s a big tease. At the top of his ‘want to try’ list was edging and he couldn’t get enough of it when the two of you tried it the first time.

✶ V = Volume (How loud are they?)

➮ His noises are for the most part pretty quiet but he’s a big talker. Whether he’s complimenting, praising, degrading, generally conversing with you, he loves to talk.

✶ W = Wild Card (Random head cannon.)

➮ He definitely keeps a nude of you in his wallet.

✶ X = X-Ray (What will we find under their clothes?)

➮ His legs are covered in tattoos I just know it.

✶ Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

➮ It’s high and he makes sure you know it.

✶ Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

➮ He’ll only fall asleep when you do, and if you want to stay up, he’ll stay up with you.

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This man y’all 😮‍💨

If y’all want to see anymore ‘series’ like this let me know cause all of them were so fun to write!

K. Bye bye.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token fic #sleep token x reader #sleep token iv #iv sleep token #sleep token smut #iv x reader #alphabet

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obsessive-valentine · 4 months

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Could you make a NSFW alphabet for Yandere!Ex-Military-Man?

Yandere!Ex-Military-Man x GN!Reader (NSFW Alphabet)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Be prepared for big cuddles, he goes quiet basking in the after glow and insists his darling lay on him even if they are to hot or sweaty.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He works hard to keep his muscles but specifically his broad shoulders and strong veiny arms. Loves his darlings thighs, always has a hand on them when sitting together or driving, gives them gentle squeezes and pats 😌 Only second to their eyes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As mentioned he loves thighs and especially cumming on them.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A bit of a size and strength kink- he gets extra worked up knowing he can over power his darling, pull them around and flip them into any position.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced, he’d been around for some time with some relationships more serious as others. Knows how to keep his partner on the edge or make them cum over and over.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Not picky but prefers positions where he can see your face, missionary, standing with legs around his waist and although he prefers you under him he likes cowgirl because he will let you have your fun on top and then grab your waist and give you a good pounding from under you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not super serious, can crack a few jokes etc but at some point he gets carried away, focused on fucking his partner good.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Pretty well groomed, usually sticking to trimming. Salt and peppered hair all over, not extremely but some noticeable grey streaks.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you consider carnal raw and rough desire as romantic, sure. Lots of softer intimate moments after however.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tends to hold off until his darling get home, but at the beginning of the relationship before he could touch you like that he occasionally would jack off imaging you to blow off steam

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulating his darling, seeing them come apart and beg.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in his house, on the counters, furniture or bed. Likes knowing only he can see his darling like this.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any sign his darling is turned on he’s pouncing at the opportunity which might be often since his hands are always unintentionally wandering.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Risky public sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving, insists on giving oral before fucking his darling. Won’t say no to recving but doesn’t seek it out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s got a track-record of losing control and starts to relentlessly pound midway with a death grip on anything he can get ahold of.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not really into them, when his darling gives him the green he goes all in which his hard to squeeze into a quickie, especially if it isn’t in his house.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Fairly open to experiment, as long as he’s the one giving and in control, let him make you a pillow princess 👑

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It’s hard to wear him out, he will go for as long as his darling can last and maybe a little more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You won’t need a toy with him around but he might introduce a vibrator to feed into the overstimulation kink, not interested in having one for himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease, it drags the sex out and let’s him have more fun with his darling. Depending on the day he’ll edge them till they are begging or overstimulate them till they try wriggle away.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of dirty talk and grunting, not particularly loud but letting you know he feels good one way or another.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sleeps naked, just boxers with his darling around.

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length but pretty thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Being in the military didn’t leave time for such indulgences so it’s wasn’t something he desired a lot initially. That is until he gets a taste of his darling and his mind begins to wander about what else he can do to his darling. He begins to feel a bit perverted as the relationship deepens but not necessarily ashamed of it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes a while to come down from the high, but once you’re asleep he’s probably not far behind.

#Ex-Military Yandere #yandere oc #yandere #x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Silver Lining 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your phone buzzes as your niece bounces dangerously close to the tree. Your sister's in town with her two kids, but neither her or her husband seem to care much about watching them. Somehow, you're tasked with that and unsure what to do about their endless energy. You envy them truly so you just kind of let them go.

You hear your mother and sister chattering in the kitchen, her husband is in the garage with your stepdad, and as always, you're the odd one out. You slide your phone out and check the ID. It's Bucky, technically your new boss. You notice you've missed a few texts from him. Great. Not a good start. You were supposed to tell everyone at dinner about your new gig.

You answer, watching the kids without much thought, play tug of war over a string of tinsel. You should stop them but it'll just snap anyhow. You clear your throat and put your hand to your cheek, feeling the nervousness warm your skin.

"Hello, Mr. B-Barnes," you eke out.

"Bucky, it's fine," he sounds slightly irritated but you don't think you've heard a different tone from him so far, "you're busy?"

"Well, uh, n-not exactly," you shrug, "j-just family s-stuff."

"Family... so you won't be able to go over the script? I just got your edits."

"U-uh, y-yeah, if you want to, I c-can grab my l-laptop," you offer and turn your back to the room.

"I'd prefer it if we could meet. I'm more of a face-to-face person."

"O-old-fashioned," you comment. You regret that he exhales deeply on the other end. "S-sorry, I o-only meant--"

"You're right. I'm old-fashioned. Not a bad thing," he insists, "so, is it too late? Should we find another time?"

"T-tomorrow?"

"I'm going out of town for the weekend," he huffs, "I really want to have this ready to record when I get back."

"R-right," you chew your thumb, a sudden bawling tears through the air as you spin around and find your nephew stuck under the tree. Oh no! "Oh, sh-shoot."

You cover the microphone as you lower the phone. Your sister rushes in, your mother at her heels as they squeal. You watch helpless as she fishes Casey from under the fir branches, "you were supposed to be watching them," she accuses.

"I-I was?"

"Oh, come on, you know, I barely get a minute to myself and you can't just keep an eye on two kids? Ugh, no job and you can't be bothered just to look," she snarls.

They're not your kids. You flutter your lashes as you fight back tears and that smart remark.

"I actually h-have a c-call from m-my new job," you hold out your phone and wiggle it at her, "I d-don't b-babysit f-for free."

She scoffs and your mom tuts as she shakes her head. They don't even care. No congratulations but they can constantly throw your unemployment in your face. You take a breath and roll your eyes.

"S-sorry, I g-got to go," you turn and drag your feet out of the room.

"Well, she didn't say she had a job," your mother mutters as your sister grumbles back, "about time."

You ignore them as you head upstairs. It's better you let your sister bask in her spotlight. You weren't looking forward to dinner anyhow. Not for anything more than the hunger groaning in your stomach. You put the phone back to your ear.

"A-are you there? S-sorry, I g-got distracted."

"Really, if you're busy--"

"N-no, I n-need to get a-away," you say.

You're silent at the confession. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic. You go down the hall to your room and find a sweater.

"Well, uh, how about we meet at the cafe? Middle ground. You like that place?"

"Up t-to you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You need a ride?" He asks, to your surprise.

You pause as you grip the bright pink wool in your hand, "N-no, I'll f-find my way." You swallow and lay the sweater on your bed, "uh, b-bye."

You hang up before he can respond. You're embarrassed. He probably heard all of that and more. And now you've gone and betrayed your stupid self to him. Of all people. He doesn't need to know you're a complete failure. You hate to accept it but you have to; you need him more than he needs you. So maybe you'll just change the damn thesis after all.

🩶

You get to the coffee shop with snow caked on your hat and in the collar of your coat. You shake it off just outside and enter, your cheeks and nose kissed with the cold. As much as you love the winter, it's a bit much. You let out a brrr as you pull of your mitts and tuck them inside your hat. You hear your name and glance over. It's him, he's beat you there.

You tramp over to him as the snow melts off your boots and you wave, setting your bag in the chair as you unbutton your coat.

"Didn't m-mean t-to take too l-long," you say.

"Hot chocolate shouldn't be that cold," he assures you. You wince and look at the table. Sure enough, there's a second cup.

"O-oh, you d-didn't have t-to--"

"It's fine, not a big deal," he shakes his head.

You nod and hang your coat over the back of the chair and tuck away your mittens and hat in the sleeve. You sit and bring your bag into your lap. You flip up the flap and pull out your laptop, chilly from the walk there. You sense him watching you. You leave your computer shut as you lay it out and reach for the hot chocolate. You give it a taste and hum, thanking him.

"Sounds like a rough day," he comments.

"Y-yeah, b-but you d-don't have to w-worry about it," you assure him, glancing around evasively. When is he going to start being mean?

"You got kids?" He asks.

You have to hold in your laughter. "Sister's k-kids," you explain, "n-not for m-me."

"Ah," he accepts and reaches for his coffee, "right. Makes sense."

You keep your eyes down. You don't want to get too personal. Feels like he's just being polite, likely because he feels bad for you, not about his previous behavior.

"Don't got any either," he leans forward, his thick fingers hugging his cup, "so, your new draft was... great."

"R-really?" You lift your gaze meekly.

"Yeah, yeah, I just have a few notes," he sits back to bend down to the bag at his feet, "thanks for coming so last minute.”

You open your laptop, trying not to show any emotion. It's kind of him but you just don't believe it's anything other than pity.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabbles #series #silver lining #silverfox #au #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers

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