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mccoyquialisms · 2 months

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my fantasy high red-string-conspiracy-theory-board-of-the-main-mystery lore tracker (a long ass post) (because I love both mysteries AND organization of inconsequential information):

rough chronology of events:

In ages past there is a wedding attended in the Chaos Mountains by Sol and Galicaea of their sister the Witch Goddess to an unnamed giantkin god. This god is a summer god, sibling of the giant winter goddess Ruvina

Over centuries, the unnamed god's domain changes from the sun and summer to fire

This unnamed god is killed and their name was wiped from history. The other gods remember who this being is, but due to obliviati mori, cannot reference them directly to mortals. Red shatter stars appear around this time

850 years before present day, the Witch Goddess's name is erased by her followers (encouraged by followers of Galicaea) and she is transformed into the Nightmare King. Before she does she performs the 4 trans-substantiations to resist being "unmade". Her familiar Kalina becomes a plague and begins to spread through the mortal populace. These events likely happen after the death of her spouse, as there is no reference to a spouse when the Witch Goddess was previously mentioned

Roughly 4-6 years before modern day, the pit fiend Bakur attempts to resurrect his god, whose name was lost "so they could not be worshiped." The return of this god is felt to be a significant threat to the world. Lydia Barkrock and her adventuring party stop him by sealing Bakur in a red gem in Lydia's chest, where she keeps him imprisoned with her rage

The Ratgrinders, then called the High 5 Heroes, meet in freshman year and consist of Kipperlilly, Oisin, Mary Anne, Ruben, Ivy and Lucy.

They xp level up by killing rats, twig gremlins and other small magical creatures in the woods behind Aguefort

The events of freshman year happen and Kalvaxus is released. During prom, Ragh spots Jace Stardiamond talking to Arianwen. He is later "barbarian healed" by Porter and after this can see Kalina. Kalina finds Ragh later and threatens Lydia if he talks about what he's seen

Sophomore year spring break happens and the Nightmare King is transformed into the goddess now named Cassandra

At some point Lucy began to return to the woods after party sessions to revive the rats they killed. She did this long enough and with enough regularity that the rats remember her name/face well and think of her fondly

Paperwork is submitted for Lucy to change her god from Ruvina to a god whose name cannot be read, just before her disappearance. A few days later a second request is submitted to withdraw this change. Neither form was ever seen by Lucy's teacher Yolanda Badgood

Lucy was killed near Lake Shimmerstone by multiple assailants with both weapon and magical damage towards the end of sophomore year, in the period of weeks after grades were complete, but before summer break. The area has multiple uprooted trees, some of which were used to hide her body. Unholy rites were performed over her body to force her soul to the beyond, so she cannot be revived.

Lucy is reported as dead but her body was never found. She was described as "not alive in this material plane" via divination

Because of the timing of her death, her party was not moved to pass/fail as all grades for that year had already been submitted

Night Yorb and the long dark summer happens

Buddy Dawn, a cleric of Sol, is specifically requested by the Ratgrinders to be their new cleric for junior year

Also over the long dark summer, the Loam farmers are accused of embezzlement and the Frostyfair festival is moved from there to the Thistlesprings tree at the recommendation of Lola Embers. Sklonda Gukgak is assigned as the Loam couple's public defender

Kipperlilly finds or is found by the rogue teacher and has passed the whole of junior year

Junior year begins. On her first day, Kipperlilly questions Jawbone on where YES! was created

Kipperlily announces she is running for student body president and her primary platform is for uniform equity under the rules without "favoritism"

In the mall of the Synod, the event that kicks off the battle is Cassandra becomes angry hearing Kristen isn't coming to help find followers. She says "This isn't fair!" as a razor-sharp flickering star of red light emerges from her chest. 24-point, red shatter stars infect nearby wizards and turns them into rage-filled, violent, giant versions of themselves. The people taken over by the shatter stars are instructed by an unknown voice to attack Cassandra

Cassandra is able to be calmed by a high persuasion and when she does, she expels multiple shatter stars. She seems to recognize them and says "I thought you were dead.”

Before Kalina is taken over by the shatter stars, she looks to Riz and says "Ragh Barkrock". She then slits Cassandra's throat, triggering a new round of rage in Cassandra

Cassandra suffers multiple attacks and begins to transform into a giant, red raging version of herself and attempts to kill the party. Before she's successful, the gang are swept away in a time loop back to Spyre. The Bad Kids see the Synod is destroyed, and Kristen finds she has shards of Cassandra in her pocket

Kristen attempts to commune with Cassandra and hears a voice say "She is at my side once more." The voice then mocks Kristen with YES!'s body and then tells Kristen it is coming for her, and it will break her irrevocably.

Ivy sees Fig disguised as Lucy at the party at Seacastor Manor, and has an inscrutable reaction to it, but did not seem surprised

The cloud rider engine in Fabian's basement is broken and a piece is found missing

Kipperlily does the food truck event with the subliminal OK messaging on the packaging

Ruben Hopclap performs at FrostFaire when he is attacked by Principal Grix. Grix is eventually killed by Fabian. The Bad Kids determine Ruben was doing some kind of ritual with a song about anger above an arcano-tech array in a 24 point star pattern, successfully releasing a large amount of some type of magical energy.

Simultaneously, Yolanda Badgood is killed at Lake Shimmerstone by immense concussive force damage, and afterwards her body is expertly hidden. She is subjected to the same unholy last rites that Lucy was.

The Bad Kids find Lucy and Yolanda's bodies, and Kristen releases their souls, who travel to the beyond on a "trail of moonlight"

Sklonda's clients are found murdered

Mazey reveals that the Vice Principal (i.e. Jace) does not become the Principal, and it would be the student body president who becomes the new principal of Aguefort

additional info we can reasonably infer or that don't fit neatly in the timeline:

Buddy's grandparents, and likely Buddy himself, have a vested interest in his grandfather becoming the cleric teacher. He went to Aguefort and is familiar with the school. Presumably he wants this to be able to preach about Sol and spread his influence

At some point before her death, Yolanda told Jace about her concerns regarding Lucy's deity-transfer paperwork

Cassandra is not dead, but is "beyond reach"

Lucy and Yolanda were noted to be in "realms beyond", which Brennan specifically noted they were taken from and "whatever was happening there"

The Ratgrinders are gunning for the bad kids and seem to be orchestrating situations to try to get them to take drugs

Porter's philosophical discussion with Fig regarding the concept of protection and how that is often inextricably tied with rage, that one can act as a fuel for the other

Porter is a paladin of the ancestors, and at some point was mentioned to be a goliath, though this seems to be debated in canon. If true, it's possible he's a descendant of giants

Kristen bring's up Sol's wrath and Buddy does not refute this, agreeing Sol's wrath is a well known aspect of him and he has been quite angry because of the dark summer/night yorb situation

As above so below. What the gods do affect their mortal followers, but conversely, what the mortals who follow them do also affect the gods

A god can only come back from death in a place a god had been born or created, meaning Bakur's decision to try to revive his fallen god in the Red Waste was what doomed it to failure

Bakur's documents are written in the language of giants, and his deity is said to be from the same region as Ruvina. Combining this with Adaine’s research, and the “mitochondrial magic print”, Bakur’s god is Cassandra’s former spouse

The cloud rider piece was likely stolen by the Ratgrinders as Kipperlily asked Aelwyn to research schematics of the device

Kipperlily seems to be keeping information from some of the other Ratgrinders, telling Aelwyn she needs to "protect Oisin" from their shady deals

Kipperlily's mother works for the city treasury and her father is in real estate. Neither are super wealthy, but Kipperlilly has been paying Aelwyn large amounts of money to obtain arcane components. Given the timing of this with the disappearance of a large sum of money from the Frostyfair accounts, the timing of the murder of the people who were blamed for it, and that the new chosen location happens to be the home of one of the Ratgrinders rivals, the Ratgrinders involvement is thought to be likely

Cassandra's whispered clue of "spies, tongue, curse"

Places outside Spyre, like the Synod, are easier for dead gods to reach

For whatever the Ratgrinders have planned, a student being the principal of Aguefort is essential for it. A lot of people have had to be conveniently absent or dead for this circumstance to occur.

This is all not even touching Aguefort's whole journey through time and possible time quangle issue and whatever the fuck Fig's Bad Luck Thing is. I'm not convinced that these are related to the god stuff and are likely their own separate issues. also, I am tired lmao. If you want to hear my rambling theories, I'll be making a separate post.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #dropout #my musings #did i avoid all of my responsibilities after work today to write this? yeah.#do I feel bad about it? also yeah but it was still fun.#fantasy high meta

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morallyinept · 3 months

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Imbued - A Frankie Morales One Shot - International Women's Day

Dedicated to @undercoverpena whom is one of the most amazing, badass women ever. Happy International Women's Day, Jojobean! 🖤

I used a prompt from this list here. Prompt is marked bold in the story.

Summary: Frankie worships you and makes you feel like a Goddess. I mean, you are, aren't you?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. However, Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 2k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Warnings/Triggers: Established relationship/face riding/facesitting/multiple orgasms/some mild squirting/body worship/Frankie eats you out because he's the 🐱👑

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: Happy International Women's Day! What better way to be celebrated than by Frankie worshipping you! 🫠

☝🏻Whilst we don't need men to make us feel powerful, I hope you know that you're amazing, independent and gorgeous, no matter what! The world is yours for the taking, Queen. Today is to celebrate and empower all the incredible women/trans women/bi women from all walks of life. No matter your ethnicity, your background, physical capabilities, your age - YOU matter. Be proud of who you are and know that every day, you are incredible, and you are strong. 💪🏻🌎🖤

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Enjoy! 🖤

Frankie is a sight to behold in the mornings.

Almost ethereal as the sun kisses those beaming streaks over his tan, warm skin and muscles that envelope you in strong, cresting arms.

Pink lips that truly steal the show, full and inviting, they curl into a dreamy, crooked smile that hints at a mischievous spark lurking just beneath the surface of a bruised man, who wakes with you in crumpled sheets with entwined limbs, clammy with sweat.

Sleepy orbs of polished obsidian regard you in the oncoming glow of the golden dawn, flooding through thin linens and filling the room with an aureate haze. Thick, rough fingers glide against your cheek as the heat from his breath settles into your eyelashes.

“Hueles tan bien,” (You smell so good) he grazes to you, nose running the arch of your shoulder. “Siempre te ves muy bien por las mañanas.” (You always look so good in the mornings.)

“Mmm,” you hum, relishing the hard prodding of him in between your cheeks.

Smiling, your arch like a feline, stretching and working out your back from hours curled into comatose, rigid shapes around him.

Deft hands felt around your waist pull you against him. You feel him subtly grind; a thickness rutting against you, separated only by flimsy cotton and worn elastic.

Twisting to face him, you lick up the side of his jaw, tasting the salt in his greying scruff; the silk of it smooth on your tongue as you make wet tracks through the forest of grizzly hairs. Exploring all the prominent contours of his rugged masculinity, as his tall and broad body slowly cages over your own and starts his own explorations.

His lips find yours, tongue delving in and groaning around the kisses he pelts you with, tempered with soft lips under a satiny scratch of his moustache.

“Dime qué quieres.” (Tell me what you want.) He always knows what you want, delivering satisfaction in abundance. But hearing you tell him that you crave him never gets tiresome.

Frankie kisses down your body slowly, dragging his lips, lingering in places he knows will rile you. Collarbone, nipples, hips… smooches with a swipe of wet tongue appeasing as your hands follow his head, twirling curls around your index and middle.

Parting your legs, he kisses down your thigh, up the other one, eyes darting to yours. Soft, muddy irises, pupils already blown wide as he smirks at you.

“Bésame.” (Kiss me) You say, as he stretches up to find your lips again.

You shake your head, pushing on his shoulders. “Bésame ahí,” (Kiss me there) you iterate, guiding him by the chin down to your centre.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he groans, almost pained in its tincture.

Frankie smiles immediately as he licks up the centre of your crotch over your panties. A wicked glint in his eye as you gasp and grin down at him.

He then slides off your cotton underwear, patched damp, without hesitation.

“Sé lo que quieres.” (I know what you want.) Frankie husks with a grin that will scorch the sun.

Already swollen in anticipation, he licks around the outer lips of your cunt, tingles travelling deep into the layers of skin as you shudder; warm breath creating cool tracks as he goes.

He nestles, aquiline nose curved perfectly to brush against you, nuzzling gently over the protruding bump of your clit as it throbs almost painfully. Ghostly mouthing, you can barely feel it as he coats you in tepid breaths; teases and prolongs the agony until you tug on the curls behind his ears sharply with a pout.

“Then give it to me,” you demand softly. And he can never resist.

He starts his complete annihilation of you with slow precision. Skilled tongue curling out, the tip brushing over your clit faintly. Watches you keenly with those soulful eyes sitting under thick, expressive eyebrows, perfectly arched to accentuate the intensity of his gaze, as that singular stroke engulfs your body with a jolt as you moan, ragged and wanting.

He does it again. Flick.

And again. Flick. Flick. Flick.

Tongue flicking faster, rumbling back and forth with speed, your thighs jerk, ripples of skin humming.

Settles into a soft rhythm of his tongue lapping and padding delicately over the tip of your clit. An explorative make out session with your pussy as he slides his tongue around the most sensitive parts, waking them up with gentle prods and flickers.

Circling around and around, looping figure eights, spelling out his name, before his lips sink further into your folds, and he suctions around that bud, sucking on it with a deep pull.

He works you up; your fingers gnarling in his hair, fisting in the sheets, pulling around your nipples as the frenzy begins to unfurl from a deep slumber.

Frankie licks down, tongue trailing the length of your slit, finding the indent of your hole that’s pooling for him. Scoops up the clear, dripping honey with the curve of his tongue and deposits it around the hilt of your clit as he sucks on it again.

Orchestrating the delicate interplay of pleasure and longing. With each passing moment, the music swells, growing in intensity and depth, like the rising tide of an ocean before a storm.

He feels you raking in his hair; dark and tousled from sleep, framing his face in a halo of unruly waves that are only tamed into submission by his cap. Fingers exploring and gripping tighter around the back of his skull, wanting more, craving the pleasure he’s conducting within your core.

You’ll crash all over him.

“I want you to come, come for me, hermosa. Déjame probarte a ti.” (Let me taste you.)

His serpentine tongue squelches through your lips quicker, drenched with his saliva, foaming with your bubbly secretions. Sticky chin, silvery hairs darker with the wet coating around his lips and cheeks, as he buries his face fully into the shrine of your cunt.

He’s done teasing, he needs you to come. Needs to taste you flooding his mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, yes baby…” you drone, you babble, you speak in tongues. Your voice rasps as you tense and shudder.

With each passing moment, with each practised flick of his tongue, you feel yourself drawing deeper into that whirlpool of pleasure, your senses heightening to a fever pitch. Feeling the tension coiling within you, a tightened spring ready to snap at the slightest touch, cinching and pulsing.

A white noise getting louder in your ears.

Sticky, inflamed lips rolling back, Frankie spreads you open with his blunt, stubbed thumbs; exalting in the exquisite taste of your most intimate flesh beneath his nose.

He hums in appraisal, eyes sinking back into his sockets as he closes them in rapture at his morning feast spread before him. Tonguing your hole, contracting around nothing, desiring to be filled with him, but denial is the path to imminent release.

“Damn, you look so amazing right now,” he breathes with a husk. “Eres tan malditamente hermosa.” (You’re so damn beautiful.)

You tug at his hair more, sleep-billowed curls tightly wound around your fingers as you grind against his face chasing your oncoming release. Thighs threaten to suffocate him as he puffs out of his nose and looks up at you with molten browns.

Your back arches, a perfect curve off the mattress as you dive head first into the sun, burning up as you explode.

He’s all speed and eagerness as he has you positioned above him, quicker than you can comprehend, and begs you to sit on his face.

Pulling on his hair you smother him and he groans like a dying man; fingers pressing bruises into your ass as he rocks you onto his awaiting mouth. You flex and grind, moving against him as you feel it build all over again.

“F-Frankie!” You judder, your voice a lump in your throat you can’t swallow as you gasp for breath around it.

He rolls out his tongue; a thick, wet muscle for you to fuck and use. You rock against it, feeling it slide through your folds as you scrape back his hair, fists stuffed into the pillow.

You take from him, seek your own pleasure and finish without his cock, without his fingers. Just worshipping you with his tongue. A simple man, flat on his broad back, his queen throning on his face.

He imbues you with strength, the confidence to discard shame and revel in your sensuality as he watches you arch and let your hips do all the work. He encourages it, feeds it to you impassioned with fascination, desire and a keen sense of empowering your womanhood to bloom and blossom.

This is his happy place, an exquisite drowning in you that he conveys through sleepy, subdued eyes and satisfied, wanting groans that haunt your blood.

He could die like this, your cunt leaking into his mouth as you fuck it, unabashed and free.

Strong, deft hands pull you forward, down fully onto his face until he can no longer breathe. Snuffles of misty breath fan against your mound, as he lets his tongue swim inside you, lips suctioned around you.

He knows that even without him, you're solid granite. A force to be reckoned with. Impenetrable steel holding yourself up with the power you command from within. He’s only proud that you allow him to bask in your light, your love. The divine femininity that you let him drink mouthfuls from.

Frankie knows you don’t need his love, you choose to have it and that’s what makes him love and worship you even more.

Rocking your hips back and forth faster, your clit brushing against his nose, the hairs on his face are felt everywhere with a pleasant scratch and tingle.

You feel his digits pulling on your nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb as you start to let go again. Start to feel the vestiges of your orgasm seep out of the lush garden of your ribs.

You feel it building, crushing against your abdomen as you let go. As you give him what he covets from you.

You give him respite, the chance to breathe as you lift yourself up for a few seconds before he pulls you back down on him with a growl, greedy for more.

He doesn’t need to breathe - he just needs you coming all over his face.

You squirm, convulsing as you come; his arms pin you onto his face not letting you escape.

“Frankie! Fuck!” You wail as your body shakes itself of its own volition.

You lean back, supporting your hands on his chest as you ride his face through it. The head of his cock is poking out the top of his waistband, flush and leaking onto his stomach as you reach for it. He gently taps your hand away.

His face is soaked, the pillow drenched as beads of your slick gush down his cheeks and into his hairline and ears.

Drowning in you, pulled under that wave, succumbing.

No, this is about your pleasure only. Your undoing.

You, you, you…

His head shakes back and forth with abandon as you grunt and shatter above him - Frankie grunts hungrily. Giant hands splay you open so he can get to every part, drink you all down.

He whines and groans as your hand slides back down his stomach, grabbing handfuls of his pudgy hips and waist with greed.

Your fingers delve into a wet, sticky puddle of his own release spurted over his soft paunch.

Your body, like wibbly jelly, collapses onto your back into the creases of the damp sheets, the sun in your eyes like a gold strobe.

You smirk as the waves roll off of you, bite your lip at how a man as strong as he is, is reduced to nothing but a wet, softening mess beneath you, ejaculating on his stomach at the mere taste of you.

Desperate for you, whining, keening and clawing for more of you against his mouth.

“Más?” (More?) Frankie grins into your face as you pant, his fingers slipping into your greased folds and teasing at your sensitive clit.

He sucks on a nipple, tonguing it stiff as you groan, watching as he looks up at you with those beguiling eyes. Melted chocolate chips that you long to taste, cloying and sweet.

“Siempre más,” (Always more) you chime, as he trails that skilled tongue back down your body, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and takes you apart with his mouth, over and over again.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this story. Happy International Women's Day! 🖤

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#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #international women's day #jett's writing

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mackjlee9 · 10 months

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trans leon pussy worship amen (sorry i’m not sure how to request something so crude in a professional manner)

*unholy thoughts intensify*

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; somnophilia, pussy worship, cunningulus.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n)'s body and mind jolted awake in bed, heavy breathing and sweat dripping down his face. He had a pretty intense dream, but he was slowly calming down, clenching his jaw when he realized something that had happened while he was still dreaming, letting out a sigh.

"Fuck..." He groaned at the feeling of his underwear pressing on his throbbing cock, and he sat up on the bed, rubbing his face in frustration and thinking of maybe going to the bathroom to jerk off, but before he could move to get up, he felt movement next to him.

Leon had turned around from facing away from him to being face up, legs slightly spread open and one of them was bent a little bit. His shirt rode up to his belly button, showing that blond happy trail he was so proud of.

Images of his dream flashed inside (M/n)'s mind, filling him with desire and making his mouth water, damn, his tongue kept moving in his mouth, squirming like crazy, needing something to satiate his sudden hunger.

He shifted on the bed, holding Leon's hips and moving him slightly so he was positioned more in the center of the bed. He leaned closer and began leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen, dragging his tongue up his v-line and nibbling on his hip bone as he made his way further down to his clothed pussy.

(M/n) bumped Leon's clit with his nose, pressing his mouth over his folds, feeling the blond shifting his hips on the bed. Parting his lips wide enough, he lapped his tongue over Leon's boxer, groaning as he felt him getting wetter through the fabric. His cock twitched in his underwear, leaking pre-cum as his hips unconsciously bucked against the bed.

His fingers reached up and hooked on the waistband of Leon's underwear, slowly pulling them down his long and strong legs, leaving gentle bites on his thighs, his eyes locked on his dripping cunt, making him swallow the saliva that had gathered under his tongue, skillfully removing his underwear and throwing it somewhere else.

(M/n) made his way up Leon's thighs with kisses and bites, teasing him by staying away from his pussy, watching how he bucked his hips up, quiet whines escaping past his parted lips.

"So eager..." He mumbled to himself chuckling as if he wasn't eager himself, he just wanted lavishly lap at his wet, dripping pussy, feel his mushy walls pulsing around his tongue, toy with his clit until he was crying out his name, cumming all over his face.

Fuck, thinking about it made him so fucking horny, he could definitely cum just by making Leon cum with his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, (M/n)'s eyes almost rolled back at his scent, holding his folds spread open and licking a long strip from his hole to his clit, swirling his tongue around it a few times, moaning at his addicting taste. Fuck, I could stay here forever...

With the movements of his tongue speeding up, his need to taste more of Leon's slick grew bigger, his hands wrapping under his thighs and holding tightly onto his hips, keeping Leon's pussy pressed to his mouth, moaning and groaning as the feeling of his walls pulsing and clenching around his tongue just like he wanted.

"Fuck- you taste so good," the slurping noises got louder as he buried his face deep in Leon's pussy, eating him out like a starved man, "I can never- get enough- of your sweet pussy-" he mumbled against him, sending vibrations to his clit with every word he muttered.

Leon's body squirmed on the bed, his hands gripping and pulling on the sheets, his back arching as louder whines and whimpers escaped his mouth, mumbling his name over and over again.

Hearing Leon's sounds made (M/n) moan, his tongue fucking his mushy insides, his fingers digging onto his hips, kneeling In the bed, and raising Leon's lower body with him.

"Please please- please, baby, cum on my tongue- cum all over my face- I need it, please-" Reaching his hand around Leon's hips, (M/n) started rubbing his clit, groaning at the feeling of his thighs trembling and wrapping around his head. He watched with lidded eyes Leon's expression, watching how he frowned and hearing him release all those pretty sounds, he saw his hands moving around, trying to find something to hold onto.

(M/n) saw how Leon moved his hands for a short while, until his fingers sneaked under his shirt and he started playing with his nipples, releasing louder moans and cries of his name. (M/n) whined when how much Leon's walls were twitching around his tongue, and he made sure to go faster, heavily breathing through his nose, groaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"'S so good- so fucking good-" he babbled absentmindedly, too lost in the taste in his mouth, too focused on Leon's sounds and reaction. He really could be in between his legs forever, he could never get tired of his pussy, always so willing and eager to feel him, whether it'll be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock, "Fuck, please-"

He heard Leon moaning his name out loud, his legs wrapping around his head and keeping him there, buried deep in his cunt. (M/n) cried out as Leon came all over his mouth and face, his juices dripping down his chin.

He couldn't help it. His hips jerk forward involuntarily as he filled his underwear with his warm cum, tears filling his eyes as he slowly backed away, taking a deep breath through his open mouth, gasping for air as he came down for his high, slowly lowering Leon's body back on the bed.

"(M/n)...?" He heard Leon's voice whisper as he took deep breaths to even his breathing. (M/n) looked at him with enamored eyes, and leaned down to press their lips together, making Leon whimper as he tasted himself on (M/n)'s tongue.

"Your pussy is so fucking good, baby," he mumbled while grinding his hips down on his, his still hard and dripping cock rubbing in between his soaked folds, stroking his throbbing and sensitive clit, "Could never get enough of you, fuck~"

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Leon's waist, nuzzling his neck with his nose, releasing quiet whines against Leon's sweaty skin.

"I want to be inside you, please- I need to have my cock deep inside your pussy, baby, please," well, he certainly couldn't deny him when he sounded so needy and desperate, begging for his wet pussy.

#leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #re x male reader #re x reader #re6 x male reader #re6 x reader #resident evil leon #re6 leon #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #trans leon kennedy #top male reader #male reader #x reader #reader insert #smut #.mackjlee9 writes

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sister-lucifer · 1 month

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Eager Hands On Soft Flesh

Ticci Toby x Chubby!Transmasc!Reader

My half of a trade with @pompeiisystem !

Genre: Smut

Summary: After you let slip that you’ve got your fair share of insecurities about your body, Toby simply can’t pass up the opportunity to appreciate every bit of you.

Content/Warnings: Body worship, Reader’s body is focused on but I specifically chose NOT to use the word “fat,” Reader is insecure about their weight but Toby is there for reassurance, fucking against the kitchen counter, unprotected penis in trans masc vagina sex, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), messy pussy eating, cumming inside, praise, use of “cunt,” “pussy,” and similar variations to describe Reader’s genitalia, Toby has a dick piercing but it’s only briefly mentioned

“Toby, be honest, do you think this outfit would look better if I…you know, lost some weight?”

The sudden lurch of his body followed by sputtering and coughing as he chokes on his drink makes you jump. Your eyes widen a bit as you watch him struggle to regain his composure, wiping his mouth and trying not to spit. His tongue clicks involuntary, neck jerking in all directions as he tries to process what he’s just heard.

“Wh— W-What the hell are you t-talkin’ about?” He stammers, speaking through the discomfort of off brand soda in his windpipe.

“I just mean…you know,” You reply, suddenly feeling sheepish as you look down at the crimson sweater keeping snug against your top half, “I was just thinking…maybe I should—“

“Did I s-say something?” Toby says quickly. He rises from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, wiping his chin with his sleeve one last time. “Did I m-make you—shhhrk!—make you— m-make you think that you h-had to?”

“Oh no, of course not!” You’re fast to reply, gently putting your hands on his arms and giving a small squeeze. “No, no, it’s not you at all, I promise. I was just thinking—“

“W-Well you shouldn’t d-do that anymore.”

You sigh softly, moving your hands down go grasp his. You run your thumbs over his knuckles as his fingers tense and twitch despite his best efforts to hold onto you, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Toby, come on, I didn’t mean anything bad about you. I’m just saying…I want you to be honest with me, that’s all.”

You look down at yourself, at the knit sweater and jeans you’ve put on. They’re comfortable, yes, but there’s something about the way you look in them that just doesn’t add up. You shouldn’t have expected to look exactly like the model on the website, really. You didn’t think you did.

You’re starting to feel foolish for spending your money on this. It was silly, really, to be so excited about something as simple as a cute sweater, but at the time you thought you couldn’t live without it. You have plenty of other perfectly good outfits in your closet. Really, what reason did you have to think—

You gasp softly when Toby suddenly pulls you in, ripping you from your thoughts with hands on your waist, gently grabbing at your love handles and pushing you back against the counter. His lips find your neck in a split second.

You moan softly, the sensation surprising but not unpleasant. You grasp at the back of his sweatshirt with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He groans under his breath when you tug just a bit.

“Please, baby,” He whispers against your skin, “P-Please, let me love on y-you just a-a bit…”

“Toby, what are you—“

“Nothing, baby, I-I’m not doing a-anything…Just l-let me…”

Your cheeks are getting hot fast. You make no effort to push him away, but you can’t help getting flustered.

“Toby, c’mon, you don’t have to do all this…”

“I-I want to, though,” He says quickly, starting to nip and suck at your neck between kisses, “I’m not v-vvv-very good with words, I-I…I just—j-just wanna show you—shhh!—s-show you what you f-feel like…to m-me…”

He pauses with a sigh, pulling back slowly. He looks up at you almost hesitantly, an expression you rarely see on his face. He’s always the first to act on an impulse, rarely ever thinking twice about anything; what’s slowing him down now?

“…i-if you’ll let me, I-I mean.”

The words come out far too gentle for Toby, and it makes you melt against him a bit. He’s always so eager to get his hands on your body, but something in him is sensing something unsure in you. You look back into the mossy color of his hazel eyes with contemplation.

You can’t stop the gentle smile that spreads over your face.

You pull him down to give him a slow kiss, and he happily returns the gesture. When you pull back again, there’s no hiding the anticipation on his face as he awaits your answer.

“…Of course, Toby.”

He takes only a split second to process the words before suddenly he’s roughly suckling and nipping at the flesh of your neck. You yelp in surprise, but not discomfort. You bite your lip as you grip his hair, trying to keep him against you.

His hands freely wander your body, moving up and down your sides before slipping beneath your sweater. You suck in a breath when he gives an affectionate squeeze to your love handles, fingers greedily grabbing at the warmth beneath your skin. He groans as he feels you, entire body shuddering at the sensation of you beneath his hands.

He moves so quickly, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear at any moment, like some invisible clock is counting down and the moment is reaches zero you’ll fade away. He grabs at you and sucks at your neck like he’s feeding on you, like your body heat is the only thing sustaining him. He needs you, and you can feel it in every touch.

He pushes your sweater up to your chest before hands slide down towards the waistband of your jeans. Twitching fingertips fiddle with the button and then the fly, yanking down the zipper with such speed you were worried it would break. He pulls the jeans down around your ankles, not bothering to pull them off before moving on to your underwear.

He looks up at you, fingers tapping anxiously at the waistband. He licks his dry lips, mouthing a silent ‘Can I?’

“Yes, yes, please,” You reply without hesitation, nodding quickly. You gasp softly when he tugs your underwear down to your knees, exposing your now soaked pussy to the cool air and making you shudder. He can’t stop the breathy moan that slips from his lips at the sight.

“S-So fucking beautiful…” He mutters through crooked teeth as he lowers himself slowly. Normally he would be eager to drop to his knees and service you, but just this once he’s taking his time. He’s methodical as he leaves a warm trail of kisses down your belly, letting his lips linger for a long few seconds before he moves down just a bit more. You watch with bated breath as he makes his way down until there’s no further to go.

“…You know I-I love this-sss-s pretty tummy, don’t you?” He mumbles against your skin, looking up into your eyes. Your heart skips a bit when you nod. He doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Say it.”

“…I…I know, Toby.”

One corner of his mouth briefly quirks up into a smirk before an involuntary jerk of his neck and scrunching of his nose pulls it back down again..

He pauses then, eyes widening slightly with something you can only describe as admiration as his eyes trail down to your sweet cunt, wetting his lips on instinct.

You don’t have a second to wonder what he’s doing before suddenly his warm mouth engulfs your cunt. In a split second it seems all semblance of patience has left his body. You cry out, throwing your head back as your back arches. You instinctively push your hips against him, grinding into his mouth.

“T-Toby—!”

Your fingers find his untamed thatch of brown hair in an instant, gripping tightly just how he likes. He moans as you call out his name, his voice sending vibrations through your cunt. He’s an excitable, messy eater, lapping at your cunt with need and not bothering to try and hide the wet squelching sounds his mouth makes as his tongue slides in an out of you, lips curling around the mound of your pussy and the tip of his crooked nose bumping your swollen clit.

“Fuck…mmh…” He groans under his breath, not once losing contact or pulling away, “Y-You have no idea how m-much— m-mumble, mumble— much I-I love this boycunt…t-tastes sooo, s-so— so sweet…could just…just— j-just eat it for hours…”

He’s slurring his words already, speech messy and scattered at the words carelessly flow between his lips and down his chin like water over the edge of a cliff. His mouth is already soaking, drool leaking from his mouth and gash combined with your slick arousal.

You squeal when you feel his two of his fingers prod at your entrance, anxiously pushing through and wasting no time reaching as deep as they can. Your entire body tenses and your back arches involuntarily against the counter as his digits twitch inside of you, slipping in and out at an excited pace.

“C-Careful, Toby,” You stammer. He gives only a quick nod in reply before pushing in a third finger, the tip of his tongue now flicking at your clit. A thick mixture of his own spit and the juices leaking from your cunt is dripping down his chin and running down his neck.

The hand not nestled in his hair is bracing you against the counter, gripping the marble hard as you struggle to keep yourself steady. You’re resisting the urge to just collapse with each shockwave Toby’s tongue and fingers send through your throbbing pussy. His free hand is grabbing at your sides and hips, half trying to keep you up and half groping you for his own pleasure. He spreads his fingers out inside of you, stretching you as much as he can as he readies you to take his cock.

When he finally pulls away you’re struggling to breathe, chest heaving with heavy gasps as you recover. He stands back up to his full height, towering over you and not even bothering to wipe his mouth before he captures your lips in a heated kiss. You could care less about the feeling of your own viscous arousal against your lips; there’s no room for disgust in your lust-filled brain.

Toby’s panting as well when he pulls away, licking his lips before speaking.

“You s-sss-see how sweet you t-taste?”

You mimic his gesture, tongue darting out to lick over your own lips. You shyly nod, and a crooked smile spreads across his face.

“C’mon, b-bend over f’me,” He says, giving your side an encouraging pat.

You happily comply, laying yourself over the counter and arching your back a bit. You shiver at the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling, then his fly coming down, and then that wonderful sigh of relief he lets out when he pushes down his jeans and boxers in one go. Not even a second later his tip is pressing against your cunt.

He leans over you, nuzzling into your neck and wrapping his arms around your middle.

“You ready?” He whispers, and you nod without thinking.

He immediately pushes inside of you, groaning into your ear as you tense, nails digging into the flesh of your palm as his cock stretches you. The bulbous head manages to bully its way into your cunt, and you can feel the veins on his shaft as they brush against your walls. The crooked Prince Albert piercing adoring his tip scrapes against your cervix and pulls a drawn out moan from your glistening lips.

Toby curses to himself as he bottoms out, finally pushing in as far as he can go. You can feel his cock twitching with need inside of you as it acclimates to your tight hole. He’s clinging to you like his life depends on it, fingers pressing into the ample flesh of your soft tummy and sides.

A choked noise claws its way out of your throat as he slowly pulls back, your cunt squelching and dripping as his cock recedes to the head, pausing for a moment before pushing back in. You cry out with a broken call of his name, your plump body pushed hard into the counter that’s currently keeping you from collapsing into a heap on the floor beneath your lover.

Toby’s lanky body practically engulfs yours as he ruts into you over and over again, slowly but surely getting faster with each thrust as he faces less and less resistance from your pussy, the slick canal gradually being molded to the shape of his cock. He’s huffing and moaning in your ear, not at all shy or ashamed to be vocal for you.

“Nngh…I-I don’t think I’ll—Fuck! Shit!—I’ll ever— e-ev-vvv-ver get used to t-this perfect fff-fuckin’ boycunt…Goddamn…!”

He’s grabbing all over your body, hands moving feverishly between your chest and stomach and hips as he squeezes every inch of hot skin he can find.

“Sooo fucking h-handsome,” He sighs in your ear, “I’m s-so fucking lucky that I-I get to— t-to love you like this-sss-s…”

He can hardly get the words out between his desperate mewls, needy sounds that he couldn’t keep at bay if he tried. He’s drooling again, unable to focus on muscle control as his base instincts take over, screaming at him to just forget everything else and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.

You reach up to gently push his cheek against your own, pressing a kiss to his jaw and making him whine. He turns his head to kiss you once more, tongue pushing past your lips and allowing you to taste the last remnants of your soggy cunt on his tongue.

His cock reaches every bit of your insides, pushing in so far you swear you can feel it in your stomach. With each thrust he only speeds up more and more, rambling on and on about how amazing you feel and how badly he needs this perfect boypussy.

“So beautiful,” He chokes out, eyes starting to roll back in his head, “S-So fucking beautiful…all thick and p-perfect…fuck, a-ah—!”

He’s starting to lose his pace, and fast. One of his hands slowly slides down your stomach, his middle finger pawing at your clit. You cry out at the unexpected stimulation and your knees nearly buckle beneath you, prompting Toby to tighten his grip on you just in case you can’t stand yourself up anymore. He rubs your clit in soft circles, just the way you’d taught him all that time ago. Just the way you like.

“Nngh—! T-Toby,” You stammer, barely able to get the words out, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna…!”

“I-I know,” He replies in a rush, “I-I wanna—want it! want it!—w-wanna feel you cum around me…p-please, please…?”

God, how can you deny him when he begs like that?

You start to push back against him in time with his thrusts, assisting him in sheathing himself inside of you and savoring the wonderful fullness. Your legs are shaking obviously now, and you have to fight to keep yourself up even with Toby’s help. He’s not too steady himself.

He’s started to rub your clit a bit harder, no longer able to focus on keeping his pace steady with his fingers nor his thrusts. The constant shifts in pressure and speed are only pushing you to your release faster.

He’s whining endlessly in your ear, slurring his words as he drones on and on about how handsome you are, how much he loves you, how grateful he is that he’s the only one who gets to fuck this precious little cunt.

He’s barely keeping time now, any sense of rhythm forgotten as he desperately ruts into you over and over again. He’s almost at his limit, not far behind you.

“Toby,” You gasp, “Please, I-I’m gonna—!”

“Do it,” He growls, “D-Do it, please, lemme f-fff-feel that pussy tighten around m-me…”

Just his words, the clear desperation and need in his voice, is enough to push you over the edge. You manage one last cry of his name before you cum around his twitching cock, cunt squeezing and convulsing as you struggle to cope with the wave of pleasure washing over you with more force than you were ready for.

Toby curses under his breath and sputters out what you think is a warning, but you can barely hear him with the way your head is spinning. That’s what makes it all the more jarring when suddenly he’s releasing inside of you, the fullness of his cock replaces with the thick warmth of his seed spilling into you deeper than you ever thought possible. He groans as his thrusting lazily slows to a stop, leaving you both sweaty and panting.

He releases his death grip on you, but keeps his arms around your middle. He nuzzles against your cheek with a sigh. He shifts slightly, and you cringe a bit when you feel some of his cum dripping out of you.

“You’re s-so beautiful baby,” He mumbles against your skin, clearly just as fucked out as you are, “So fucking…p-perfect…my h-ha-handsome boy…”

You give him a tired smile, pressing a little kiss to his warm cheeks.

“I know, Toby. I know.”

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Sorry guys but I'm on a trans! Man masc reader high rn.

Thinking about big scary giant Ghost who would never back down from a challenge but would get on his knees in a heartbeat for you.

Sloppy oral, submissive Dom Ghostie? PiV, Treats you like a king 😌

You see that large man barking orders in the yard but the moment he gets break and you call him over he's on the move. His ears are tuned to your every whim and way.

When you get into the barracks and close the door, telling him to get down on his knees for you and when you turn around he's down. Knees pressed into the cool ground, looking up at you expectantly as you come over.

Running your fingers over his mask and slowly tug it up, calling him a good boy when you see his face.

"Being such a scary man out there..." You click your tongue, watching his shoulders drop, his large hand cupping the back of your thigh as he kisses up your leg.

You tell him to take off your belt and with gentle hands he's pulling open the ends a little too eagerly, pulling down to see the black underwear he loves.

He strains his neck but you make him wait, letting him worship you more. And he will. Whatever you want, he's going to be there.

Kissing up your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin, licking a long strip of saliva across the first thigh. Turning to your second to do the same thing. Praising your body, kissing up your body.

You make him stop, pulling down your underwear slowly. Hearing his breath hitch you call him a good boy again, letting him see your dripping, pretty little cunt.

His pants are starting to tighten and feel twice as small as you rile him up. But he's nothing if not a good boy.

And when you finally give him the go ahead he moves, hooking his arms around your thighs, pressing you back into the wall and his mouth between your legs.

Groaning as his lips sink to your warm skin, licking his tongue between to feel your juices. Tasting you, tasting the little nub of your clit, flicking it in his mouth and sucking on it.

You moan, back arching and gasping for breath already as he devours you. Putting his pleasure second in favor making you soaked.

Getting your back to arch, fingers digging into the little curve of your ass, looking up at you. In the dim light he sees your hand over your face, the other threading through his hair.

He hums deeply, sucking some more. Tongue fluttering over your labia, sucking them into his mouth and tonguing your entrance.

"Ghost- fuck, deeper." You purr, mouth falling open as he goes back to sweetly sucking you, tongue swirling around the little nub.

He loves you so much. Fucking hell he absolutely loves you. Finally you manage to pull him off, looking down at him as he pants. "Tastes so good... Love..." His chin is absolutely dripping but he's unashamed, looking at you like he was meant to worship you.

"Good boy..." You slump a little bit. "If you don't finish what you started before you have to leave this room again... I'll be really, really unhappy." Your knees wobble, and that gives Ghost all the permission he needs.

Picking you up, he brings you to the bed. "I won't disappoint love." He whispers over you, sitting you comfortably on your side with a pillow under you. One leg on the bed, the other over his shoulder.

He coats his fingers in saliva and begins to work at your entrance. One large finger sliding in, pressing in deep, making your mouth fall open.

He bites his lip, not removing one scrap of his own clothing as he zeroes in on you. All on you. A second finger pressing to your entrance, trying to slide in and pump through the slick with the first one.

"Ghost- Ghost fuck!"

"Yeah baby, sound so good with my name in your mouth... Wanna make you feel good." He huffs, pressing his fingers in deeper, moving faster while kissing your calve.

"Fuck... Takin' my fingers so well..." He watches you squirm but his hand remains firm, gently kissing you while his fingers plunged deep in and out of your cunt.

Eventually pulling out, dripping with slick, he brought them to his lips. Smelling your scent, shakily exhaling before licking it off. "Fuck baby... Gonna drive me crazy." He groans.

He palms his cock, looking down at your expression, breathing heavy. "Let me fuck you... Come on, let me make you feel good." He groans, his hand tempted to undo his belt.

"Come on... Fuck me, fuck me Simon." You pant.

Ghost groans, undoing his belt hurriedly and pulling down his pants, releasing his hard, dripping cock. He bites his lip, exhaling sharply as he strokes the length, watching pre-cum dribble down the underbelly.

It felt heavy in his hand, stroking the skin back over the puffy tip. He lifted the bottom of his shirt up over his stomach, looking down as he lined his cock up with your cunt.

"Fuck..." He whispers, eyes lidded as he presses his cockhead to your entrance, smearing pre-cum all over your sloppy entrance.

He's already feeling drunk on you. You're too good for him. You're too much, you're too perfect.

Sliding his thick, bulging cock into your tight cunt, thumb pressing to your sensitive nub as he did. His eyes rolling, pulling back and fucking his hips into you.

"Fuck- fuck love-" He flips your leg over, moving you onto your back so he can see your face. Hands running up over your abdomen, squeezing your sides, pushing you down on his cock.

"You feel so good..." His hips make a steady rhythm inside you. Sliding in and out, watching you take him. His thick length disappearing inside your gummy walls.

Pulling out and pushing back in. He leans over you, hands running up from your hips to your chest. Running over the soft, flat tissue around back to your shoulder blades.

"You're so amazing, so perfect." He kisses between your collar bones. "You're everything for me." He grips you a little tighter, speeding up inside you.

Hearing your moans, hearing your pleas and praises ring in his ears.

"Taking me so well, making it feel so good love. You feel good sweetheart?" He licks your ear, pulling back to look at you.

"Yeah, you look so good like this for me... Letting me please you. Letting me show you how it's really supposed to feel."

He speeds up again, canting his hips into you, pulling you up by your midsection so your back arches and hips pivot down into him, letting him fuck up into you.

"Oh fuck oh Fuck- yes, fuck yes!"

"Simon! Oh fuck!" You cry, eyelids fluttering, gasping and moaning.

Simon reaches a hand down and swirls your swollen clit, flicking it between his fingers and rubbing it. "Cum... I'll make you cum... I promise, you'll come on my cock." He purrs, grinning.

Your head falls back, toes curling as your orgasm feels too close and too far away. The way he plays with you makes you feel like you're on fire. You're feeling good, you're enjoying yourself.

Feeling him praising you and wanting you to cum first, wanting you to feel so good.

Your eyelids flutter as he sits you up again, head lolling and looking down at him. How much time had past? How long were you at it.

Feeling his cock drive up into you, his hands digging into your hips, fucking you up and down on his cock, brown eyes focused on your face.

"Look at me love... Look at me, feel good?"

You moan, nodding as much as you could as he bounces you vigorously on his cock.

"Good, good..." He exhales sharply, feeling your legs quiver and shake with anxiety. An excited thrill as your orgasm builds in your belly. His cock splitting you open and making you feel numb against the pleasure.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck!" You cry, eyes rolling back. Ghost grunts, slamming you down on his cock repeatedly, feeling him hit you right there. You can barely hold on to your thoughts until your orgasm is crashing over you.

He holds you as you cry out, squirming in bliss on his cock. Ghost keeps you there, panting heavily as you eventually pull off his cock, having drenched it in cum.

Your cunt swollen and your breathing heavy.

Ghosts cock still stood, pulsating. He bucks up into the air. "Baby..." He leans back, watching you slide down to the floor.

His eyelids fluttered when you came closer.

"I wanna cum..."

You smile softly, stroking his shaft, licking the salty tip. "You get to cum." You pant, stroking his length.

His eyelids flutter, moaning as you stroke his cock. Fist dragging down and back up. Watching with anticipation as his cock twitched. The puffy head leaking until he caved.

Groaning as he bucks his hips up, cum shooting from his cock, thick ropes landing across his abdomen and the blanket.

He pants, looking at his swollen cock, how you smile between his knees, letting go of his cock.

You go to clean yourself off, still swimming in bliss, Ghost grabs some napkins to clean you up, kissing your cheek.

"Let me..." He whispers, pulling you close.

Only you could get big scary Ghost on his knees. It wasn't all the time, but you could get him to beg for a chance to cum. On the days he isn't doing the same right back to you, that is...

(it's very late but this is in my head... It's much longer than I expected it to be, I apologize peeps)

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