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lustlovehart · 10 months ago

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Reversed

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rollo x Reader

Reverse Monster!Twst where instead of you being the hunter who hunts down those vermin, it’s them hunting you down, the most notorious beast famed for taking down whole citities with just a look (though, this is just rumors as no evidence with solid proof has proven this a fact).

They’re so sure they can do it, maybe with a great effort, but they have no doubt they’ll at least give you a challenge.

But then, they finally meet you and their former view completely shifts.

Riddle, is at an impasse. He’s conflicted with himself, on one hand he’s appraised as the sternest Monster Hunter there is, even following rules that make his job harder than need be. But, when he looks at you, his want for law following skews itself. Even as he brings his blade down to behead you, a split second hesitation gives way for you to escape his clutches.

When he finally clears his mind, he strives to hunt you down, you’ll just repay all the grievances you caused through punishment—! Who’s he kidding, he can’t lie…

He’s doing this not because the rules say so, but because he wants to. Whether through blood or air, he will see you again.

Leona… Thinks it’s inconvenient. He sets out on the mission with the “just another annoyance” mindset, ready to swiftly claw you down a step so he can go back to napping around the city. When the time comes, he’s a bit annoyed he can’t do it. He’s not sure what it is, maybe the way you look at him when you’re on the ground, whether pitiful or snarling. This was meant to be a simple job, kill and then swiftly take his leave, now he’s considering whether he should throw you over his shoulder or tie you up and drag you home.

The decision is finally made when you’re gone from his hold. He groans at himself for something so amateur, but realizes, he hasn’t taken a mission seriously for a while. Maybe it’s finally time for him to catch a worthy meal.

Crowley won’t know though, this prey, is for him and him only.

Azul views it as a simple means to gain popularity. Killing the most wanted beast available would surely boost him up the chart, he could even replace Crowley as NRF’s head. The moment he can finally do what he has been waiting years to do… he'd very much rather bunch you up in his arms and start an entirely different business branch.

When you’re down, the way you sneer at him and tell about his pathetically cowardice plan somehow reminds him of himself. He’s reminded of how weak he started before growing in power.

When you back away from his reach, only further growling at the human before you, he bunches your clawed hands in his placing a chaste kiss on your thick skin. He already knew what would happen as the moment he looked back up, the beast he gave such a vulnerable act to, was gone.

He tuts at himself, but quickly re-plans, he’ll just have to find a more efficient way of holding you down.

Kalim, is happy! He’s a soft hunter, he essentially hunts them down by giving them a stern talking about the goodness of the world, even giving them a good start in life! They get away believing they’ve achieved freedom only to be murdered in cold blood by Jamil, who was stalling in the formers shadow.

When they finally meet you, this dynamic changes. Kalims practically overcome by joy at the sight of you, caging your hand in his as he excitedly rants to you about the future you’ll have with him! … With him? It seems… Kalim doesn’t believe in free beginnings in your case, when he accidentally releases you back into the world, he’s determined, for the first time, to truly hunt down a monster and trap them.

Little does he know, the real snake, is ready to sink his fangs into you, not willing to share a single piece of his reward

Vil unfortunately believes, you’re the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. Like everyone else, he went into the assignment with the belief he’ll be taking down an insidious ugly monster. It’s dark when he finally brings his weapon down on you, only narrowly missing when the light perfectly hits your face and accentuates your features to him.

Why are you beautiful?

He stops dead in his tracks, only further freezing up when you slowly resume your full height, you face inching closer to his as your eyes examine him, the moment he blinks is when you’re gone. Perhaps he should’ve let his eyes run dry if it meant you stayed here longer.

When he lays in bed, it feels like every time he closes his eyes you’re in the shadows, watching him. He doesn’t feel fear at this thought, if anything, he jumps up ready to take you away.

Ever since, he can’t seem to stop thinking about the beast so fair, he must know… why it is he finds you so beautiful.

Perhaps, he’ll just need to study such a beauty up close and personal.

Idia wants to hole himself away, but at the same time needs to see every part of you. He’s practically hidden behind the sword he has pointed at you, the iron trembling as you watch him emerge from his sleeve. He’s been obsessed with this moment for so long, to finally become the hero of the world after slaying the beast that torments innocent citizens!

But… is he sure he even wants to do that anymore..? He can feel the plotline change when he considers drifting apart from the cliche.

What if he like… falls in love with the evil monster instead..? Why’s he lying that’s exactly what’s happening…! After fixating on such a key moment, it’s like all his attention was on you as a living being, rather than the mission anymore…!

He has numerous pins and photos of you attached to his wall, each displaying your victims, towns you’ve raided, and even just photos of you standing there.

This might be the only thing he won’t shy away from in fear. Like the rest of them, Idia is just as determined to achieve the goal of catching you, maybe even more so with how much he needs to prove to people.

Malleus, finds you a curiosity. To think, despite his nature, you’ve caught the attention of one of the most renowned hunters. Even when his bare hands pin you to the ground below him, his body being used as a weight to trap you between him and the grass, he can’t help but wish to lean even closer.

He essentially, feels the urge to consume every piece of knowledge there is to know about you, he wants to know, every piece of data books have failed to recollect on you.

He has never felt such a strong desire like this, he’s smart in all fields, even powerful enough to do jobs weaponless, yet you’re the only thing he seems to consistently want to swallow.

When your form fades away, his hands grip onto the space you once occupied, desperately trying to cling to the vespers of you. He must better himself, on his need for you.

Rollo thinks you’re horrifically heinous. How… How dare you impede his mind with your impure presence. Out of everyone, even Riddle, his strive to put a stake through your heart is heavier than ever, why must such prudences exist in this land? If they hadn’t, living would be peacful.

Which is the exist opposite of his life right now. At every turn of a city corner has gone to such a delusion he imagines random people in the street to be you. His current turmoil is between existential longing and pure hatred.

You... You of the most immoral species possible, why is it you his heart has decided to beat faster and faster with every passing moment? You must’ve cursed him, yes that’s it... He must purify the filth you’ve instilled in him.

By taking you as the cure.

A/n: Rollo Flamme, from doting househusband coworker who toes the line of regular best friend and boyfriend, to loathing mortal enemy who hunts you down to pay for the fact you’re in his mind 24/7 because he simply can’t accept that he’s fallen deep in love with the pretty monster in the shadows.

May I offer up, Monster Hunter meeting with all of the factions telling their reports of their mission, collectively saying their lies in unison, that they killed you. Now they’re all giving each other the stink eye cuz “no tf you didn’t???”, meanwhile you’re in their weapons closet trying desperately to not get caught with the lowrank hunter you were feeding on. You could easily take five of them down, but twenty three highly trained hunters? You’d practically be dead—

Your hopes go unanswered as shadows loom of you with the most horrifying expressions on their face. (Little do you know it’s not because of you but because they’re a little jealous some random got to have you bite them).

Thank you for my presentation that had randomly struck me doing a road trip, on the bright side, Heartslaybul is half way finished??? Kinda??

#vesconcepts #monster!twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #rollo flamme x reader

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crowttore · 4 months ago

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Genshin characters as ways animals court and mate

Welcome to another round of (hopefully) the weirdest biology lessons you'll ever receive. Essentially a shitpost, someone should take away my writing privileges. There could be better suited animals out there, I just chose from the ones I know. Some are reposts from my old blog, some are new.

Characters: Wriothesley, Dehya, Venti, Keqing, Kaeya, Xiangling, Neuvillette, Pantalone

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Tags: nsfw in the way a national geographic documentary is, there are no graphic details but proceed at your own discretion

Wriothesley - Acinonyx jubatus (Cheetah)

Regrettably, Wriothesley doesn't have as much time to see you as he'd prefer, seeing as he spends most of his time in the fortress. As such, he can be somewhat of a passionate and at times eager lover when he gets his hands on you. He takes pride in his physique and thoroughly enjoys when you're visiting and goes down to watch him train. Better yet if you see him win a match. Once he has you alone, he wastes no time getting close, his voice low and sultry as he asks about all that has transpired since he saw you last. His hands roam along your body as you try to answer, knowing full well nothing you say makes sense, heart swelling at the look in his eyes. It's fine, he'll ask again later when you're both relaxing with a cup of tea. Cheetahs are actually very straight-forward when it comes to reproduction. Males living in coalitions will sometimes fight for the right to mate. Females use a combination of vocal signals and urination to attract a partner, the male might also use urination to indicate his location. Once the pair meet, the male produces a series of sounds called the 'stutter-bark' which triggers female hormonal cascades and induces ovulation so the female is in prime condition for mating. Wriothesley could make a lot of people ovulate with his voice alone let's be honest.

Dehya - Orcinus orca (orca / killer whale)

You first notice that things have changed when Dehya starts inviting you along (only on jobs that are low risk, of course). Then you notice how her touch begins to change, what used to be simply grabbing your wrist to pull you back before a sumpter beast could trample you turns into a lingering hand at the small of your back or a thumb rubbing circles along the back of your hand as she doesn't let go. She's always been talkative with you, but at this point, there are so many layers to your communication that an outsider would have trouble following a conversation. Next, you realise that several in the Corps of Thirty recognise you as "The Flame-Mane's partner", something that only makes her smile and wrap an arm around your shoulder when you bring it up. "You don't seem to mind it". From there, she's in Sumeru City more often, dedicating her time there to you - especially if she can convince you to let her dress you up. Orcas are incredibly intelligent and have a very high level of social organisation. Pods are tightly knit but can split for a few weeks to months depending on conditions. Courtship behaviour typically includes vocalisation specific to the dialect of that clan (one organisational level above pods), play-like behaviour such as breaching the surface, and non-sexual physical touch. "Coerced mating" does not seem to appear in orcas, with one observed instance of a male (with the aid of its mother) attempting to kill a female's offspring to mate with her resulting in the female severely wounding the male and thus dissuading further attempts. Orcas have also been observed to... dress up.... by placing dead fish on their heads and swimming around like that.

Venti - Sepia apama (Giant cuttlefish)

This little charmeur knows exactly how to play the mating game despite competition being fierce. Not exactly imposing, people merely scoff when he cozies up to you. Sure, he has his hands all over you and his head making a bee-line towards your lap. But he's drunk. And oddly endearing in how gently he touches you, like you're something precious, his eyes almost shining when he looks at you. Gotta remember he's a poet as well, a few of his sweet words and it's impossible to resist going home with him. Giant cuttlefish males are very competitive and aggressive, with the largest ones being able to secure females. BUT smaller males, sometimes referred to as 'sneaker males', will wait for the larger male to be distracted and sneak past to mate. They've also been observed to change their colouring and hide their hectocotylus (think of it as a specialised penis-arm) to resemble a female and better hide.

Keqing - Hippocampus hippocampus (Short-snouted seahorse)

The Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing is, unsurprisingly, a busy young lady. However, that doesn't mean there's no time for frivolities. It's just a matter of adjusting your schedules, nothing a bit of planning can't handle. She's fond of inviting you for early morning walks, preferably bringing breakfast for a brief stop at the outskirts of Liyue Harbour. Of course, you notice that she starts asking for your opinion on a multitude of topics, most curiously when you've joined her for shopping and any compliment from your lips has a faint blush dusting her cheeks. Despite how independent she is, the closer you two become, the more comfortable she gets with trusting you to lighten her load. Absolutely adores coming home to you being all domestic. Short-snouted seahorses are extremely faithful to each other once they're a pair, even syncronising their reproductive stages to be fertile at the same time. The first time every day a pair meet, they perform a 'greeting' that typically lasts more than five minutes and consists of moving around together. Like all other seahorses, they are ovoviviparous, meaning the female has an ovipositor that she uses to deposit eggs into a pouch on the male's abdomen. The male carries the eggs until they are fully developed, at which point he goes into labour. Interestingly, a male in a secure pair is ready to receive eggs mere hours after labour without any negative health impact.

Kaeya - Pavo muticus (Green peafowl)

Kaeya is impossible. Between being quite the flirt and keeping everyone at arm's length, you well and truly have no idea what's going on. You think he always dresses up a little more nicely when he knows in advance you'll be there. You think he tenses a little less when it's your hand that brushes against his skin. You think he sounds a little more sincere when he invites you home. But that's the frightening part, you think a lot of things, but you don't know anything. Not until the day he looks a little worse for wear, makes no move to undress you after sitting down on the bed. He brings your hand to his cheek, guides your fingers to push his eyepatch off. You don't praise the beauty, instead opting to press a kiss to his eyelid. That's when he confesses to having only sought out your company and how he doesn't want to continue with things as they are. He wants more, even if it scares him. Green peafowl sets itself apart from the more commonly known Indian peafowl by not displaying lek behaviour (a lek is a gathering of males where they 'perform' for the attention of females that roam around). In the wild, young males have been primarily observed maintaining a harem, but because of conflicting observations, it is believed that while juvenile birds can gather in a harem, older birds form monogamous pairs. While the tail of a peacock is traditionally considered an ornament for attracting females, it is now also considered "honest signalling of fitness". A longer tail makes flight more difficult, and evidence points towards investment in tail growth happening at the expense of immune function. A bit like some unhealthy things humans are prone to partake in to enhance appeal.

Xiangling - Blattella germanica (German cockroach)

It probably comes as no surprise that Xiangling likes to surprise you with treats and meals. She takes great pride in making sure you're provided for and makes certain there's never a dull moment for your tastebuds. Maybe it's a little overwhelming at first, but don't worry, she'll learn your preferences for flavour combinations quickly. But more than anything, Xiangling loves being in the kitchen with you and seeing you add your own personal touch. Sure, she has a penchant for running all over the place, but there's no place like home. Blattella germanica males produce a sugary substance that they secrete from their back, offering it to females to keep them still long enough for copulation. This penchant for glucose led producers of pest controls to include it as bait, but as nature tends to, this has prompted a rise of glucose-aversion and a shift towards the sugary substance produced containing more complex sugars to distinguish the taste. Experimental little chefs.

Neuvillette - Torquigener albomaculosus (white-spotted pufferfish)

The kind, thoughtful, compassionate, awkward Iudex of Fontaine is the picture of "he's a little confused, but he's got the spirit." Neuvillette has no idea what to do with himself the first time he feels his heart tighten at your smile. Unfortunately, he's not exactly subtle, various romance novels suddenly popping up around his office... He tries everything, consults Furina (not a good idea, too many sweets), the melusine (better but still not great, aquatic flowers aren't that appealing on dry land), gifts you pure spring water with a taste description matches your personality in his mind (Wriothesley begged him to just invite you for tea instead and Neuvillette should have listened). It gets especially bad endearing when he asks you to accompany him for a stroll. You're confused when he brings you out into shallow water, insisting you sit down while he proudly presents the partially submerged 'nest' so you will always have a safe place to return to. These pufferfish have some unique habits compared to other pufferfish. To impress a female and show that she will be well taken care of, the male creates a large nest on the seafloor, making big circles and pushing the sand around to get it just right. We're not exactly sure why they make these nest... And even less why they seemingly refuse to reuse them. It's believed that females pick a male based on how 'impressive' the design is and how fine the sand within the nest is - presumably for the safety of the eggs. If I were a pufferfish and a slightly different kind of pufferfish started showing off a nest, I'd be pretty confused.

Pantalone - Gerridae spp. (Water striders) OR Garrulus glandarius (Eurasian jay)

How Pantalone acts very much depends on who you are and how you behave. If you're simply a means to an end (his own release) then you can expect to be used, under threats of misfortune if you're uncooperative, and then discarded. But, if you've truly caught his attention as something worth keeping, then you can expect a well thought out, catered specifically to your tastes, display of his wealth and what he can offer you if you stick around. Gerridae males will mount the female while they're on the water surface and thrum his legs against the surface to attract predators (the female is more likely to be eaten since she is closer to the surface), only stopping once the female stops resisting. The eurasian jay has been observed to regularly give gifts, not only right before mating, and has displayed that conscious thought goes into picking what the female will appreciate the most, with often opting for bringing her something 'new and exciting'.

If you - for unknown reasons - would want me to assign your fav (from genshin or hsr) an animal, send me an ask (❁´◡`❁)

There's also a comprehensive guide on Dottore and mating

Genshin masterlist

#a very very important note/dedication:#I dedicate the keqing part to my partner who suggested seahorse and said he wouldn't mind getting impregnated by keqing #anyway suffer my degree with me #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #dehya x reader #venti x reader #keqing x reader #kaeya x reader #xiangling x reader #neuvillette x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #crow with a pen

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noctiva · 1 month ago

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Thinking about desperate sex with Toby, just clawing at him, pulling his hair, legs wrapped around his waist with his pathetic whimpers in my ear 🤤

This always happened every time Toby was away for an extended period of time.

You’d think that a long mission would leave him drained, that he’d be falling into a heap of tired limbs the moment he stepped through the door.

You’d think he’d need at least a day to recuperate before putting his body through anything strenuous again.

That was never the case. You’ve started to expect it. The sound of the door creaking open was like a warning shot - giving you a few seconds to brace yourself before he was all but attacking you.

Blood and gore still caked to his skin and matted deep into his hair, he was on you before you could even greet him. Fingers locking into a firm grip on your hips, his head diving downwards to nose into your neck. Breathing in deep like your scent was sweeter than oxygen, moaning into your skin like you had just offered a full course meal to a starving man.

Maybe that’s what he was, and maybe you weren’t much different. Your skin missed the grooves of his fingertips, missed how his body slotted against yours like you were two halves of the same whole.

So when he comes at you with desperation, you return it in kind.

You’re half naked before he even gets you to the bedroom. Clothes strewn across the living room floor, leaving a breadcrumb trail to the site of absolute depravity. Teeth knocking against his from the forces of his kisses, spit smearing against your chin, his stubble scratching your skin raw.

He doesn’t let his hands leave your body for even a split second, like doing so would physically wound him. When your back hits the bed he’s following you right down, toppling onto you with all of the grace of a dog in heat - one hand tugging at your panties and the other one pulling your bra strap down. Needing you bare. Like the sight of your naked body was just as essential to him as air to breathe

You get him undressed just as quick. Shoving his jacket down his shoulders, practically ripping his hoodie off of him. When he has to let go of you to get his arms loose from the fabric - he growls in frustration. Drool glistening on his lips when he dives back in, snarling a desperate bite into your shoulder. Near offended by the sight of your skin so unblemished.

It’s a blur. A whirlwind. Vision hazy and hearing sounding muffled when he tugs your hips close to his. Eyes rolling back when he finally sinks his cock into you.

Quick, like he’d lose an hour off of his life for every second he wasn’t inside you. Whining into your ear, his breath hot when it hits your skin.

“L-Love you- fuck- You- So p-perfect, baby-“ Downright incoherent, words slurred together and broken up by moans, his face smushed into the crook of your neck as he chants your praises. You’d swear you could feel tears wet your skin.

His hands splay against your ass cheeks, keeping you nice and spread open as his hips snap into yours over and over again. Pulling you back to meet each thrust, his breathing going shakier with each one he delivers to you. With your legs locked around his hips you move as one, gasp as one, fall apart as one.

Nails scratching down his back, painting him with red stripes he’ll marvel at in the morning. Crying into his ear, for ‘more, more’ and he was nothing if not devoted to your every wish.

Holding himself back by the skin of his nails, but it’s worth it when you fall over the edge first. Worth it when he feels your cunt clamp around him like you never wanted to let him go.

He’s clawing at your hips when he follows suit, peeling off thin layers of skin under his fingernails but you don’t care in the slightest - you pull him in closer. Tugging him in with a desperate grip on his hair, shuddering when you feel his hips stutter. Moaning like his pleasure was yours when you felt his cum warm your cunt from the inside.

And maybe - maybe - having to spend a few days alone was worth it, when this was how he said ‘I missed you’

#surprise!#smut drabble lmao #noctiva yaps #toby rogers x reader #toby rogers smut #ticci toby x female reader #ticci toby smut #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x female reader

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anantaru · 2 years ago

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GENSHIN + FONTAINE NEEDS IT BAD

— ꒰ including ꒱ — neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, clorinde x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, rough, teasing owowow, cockwarming, oral (fem! receiving) + oral! (male! receiving), prone bone

— ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱ + cockwarming

neuvillette was a versatile individual, so .. lets assume— you wanted to try out new things? perhaps, let him dominate you until you're writhing in your sheets, stuffed to the hilt with his cock?

or maybe— just maybe, you craved to cockwarm him while he's occupied with numerous, important work tasks, yet best believe he will take it one hundred percent serious, his fingers gripping against the flesh of your ass until they're turning white because of the pure strength put behind them.

essentially, when you say something, he does it, point. blank.

but be convinced that he will give it his all, just for you, just so he can see your pretty face while you're not moving an inch on top of him, because that’s it— now, neuvillette has to edge himself on to not cum inside, well, how fucking hilarious that he doesn't even need to run his cock inside your sore walls to near an orgasm, he can just have it buried deep in your soft pussy, bright lust coursing through his veins, sweat dripping from his forehead in doltish globules, arousal from your ruined cunt dirtying his slacks, but it's so worth it, and it's so wet and soft when you frantically throb around his erection, if only he could actually concentrate on his work load now.

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱ + prone bone

wriothesley was taunting you, his breath hot against your trembling shoulders, and he was fiercely alluring in his ethereal mannerism—but even a strong, well-built man such as him melts immediately whenever the moments of intimacy were delicate beneath the contour of his body, materialized in a light assemblage of lust.

he connects your bodies quickly, his large hands falling down against your back as you're perking your ass up, feeling how your juices were slowly soaking his cock— a reaction he should have gotten used by now but if he was being honest with himself, he could never get used to it, not even a little.

unrestrictedly intoxicating on how fucking good and tight it felt whenever you clench your cunt on him, not to mention in a position like that, you're all the more tighter and sore, and he feels you better as he becomes more sensitive himself.

you squish your face against the pillow now, saliva pooling down the splits of your lips as you moan wetly over each sharp thrust of his, desperately panting when you clench down again at him, giving it your all, and he's so big, it's crazy, you're shaking all over as your toes curl inwards at the impact of his skin contracts and smacks on your own, wrapping your arms around the tear-soaked pillow to brace yourself and receive his tasty blows.

— ꒰ LYNEY ꒱ + blowjob

there’s not a single doubt that hearing your handsome boyfriend lyney moan your name in a transparent reaction of what you did to him, was mouth watering— because of how you're letting him roll his hips into your mouth till he's hitting your throat, it's quite surreal, indescribable.

"mmh, you feel so good", lyney litters his hands over your head to guide you, smirking brightly, barely parting from your honeyed mouth, burning desire trickling into his blood at a dangerous instance when you plant one palm against his shaft, drawing him out of your mouth almost entirely but keeping the tip in as you fist his length while hollowing your cheeks at the tip.

he really wants it so badly right now, his day had mostly been utterly strenuous and demanding, and with that being said— let alone fucking you was making him throb in your mouth, fantasizing about the warmth he would taste later—the little tightness of your pussy swallowing him and gushing of his cum.

archons, lyney believes he's cumming already, and you only just had started pushing him back into your mouth, lips stretching over his pink tip as your sneaky tongue rolls over his dick, spreading the wetness while he's humping your mouth faster, closer to his climax, rolling his hips until he simply cannot take it anymore, it's futile and he was aware of that, throwing his head back as you bring him to a mind-numbing orgasm.

— ꒰ CLORINDE ꒱ + face sitting

every whimper that bubbles wetly from clorinde's pretty lips, in combination with her eyes rolling in the back of her head— you can feel it on your cunt as you're riding her tongue without a single edge of going slow, because speaking frankly— she needs you to be rough with her.

clorinde wouldn't pull you away to even breathe a little either, she keeps you strongly peeled on her famished, craving mouth, and it's utterly mesmerizing to see her that way, especially with her kitty licking flicks on your clit, the roughened rounds of her tongue on your addictive little core that she clearly cannot get enough of, even if she tried.

you're so tasty, and it hurts, yes, it aches when you aren't riding her face properly.

just to feel your hips twitch under her palms, she would do anything, keeping you drawn to her mouth as you're holding onto the wooden headboard, throwing your head back as you're wiggling your hips, writhing and licking your parted lips when you're holding her by her silken hair, practically grinding her face over your wet pussy and receiving her guttural moans like rough blows on your core.

you're cantering down your hips to meet the thrust of her sloppy tongue in and out of you as she's precisely targetting your dripping hole, swallowing down your gooey slick as it wraps around the tip of her wet muscle like a vice, barely parting from your sweetened taste— continuing to languidly stroke your insides and pressing up against the sore, bubbling spots where the last destination was harboring, one before you're releasing all on her face.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #neuvillette x reader #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #neuvillette smut #lyney x reader #lyney smut #clorinde x reader #clorinde smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons

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wonderjanga · 8 months ago

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Black Adam getting Confused

I was reading the wiki trying to learn more about Theo Adam, and on the page I read that he was just evil and essentially just killed the Batsons for a scarab. That’s it. Then Adam possessed him. See, the wiki doesn’t say if Adam has any of Theo’s memories, but what if he did?

Adam’s pissed. He wants to take down the current champion. So, he flies to Fawcett to take him out. He’s then met with a golden retriever of a man who feels familiar and a looks a little too excited to be seeing Adam. Did the wizard not tell this oaf about him?

Marvel: “This is awesome! I’ve never met someone like me!” *starts yapping about how it’s awesome to meet another champion*

Black Adam: *not even listening, the words sound like this to him, is just thinking of where he knows this man is from*

Marvel: *still yapping*

Black Adam: *gets hit with a flashback so hard you would’ve thought it was a flash-bang. Remembers stabbing C.C. in the back, literally, and leaving him to die*

Marvel: *asks Adam something*

Black Adam: “What was that?” *is literally reliving when Theo went after Marilyn next*

Marvel: “What’s your name?”

Black Adam: *stares for a few moments, confused, wondering if Marvel remembers him*

It’s not like this deters Adam though. He still thinks the man is his sworn enemy. They still fight to near deaths and all that, but the memories bother Adam. Not because he was ashamed Theo killed Batson in such an underhanded way (he was just a tad bit), but rather because he doesn’t know how the man is alive. As far as Adam knew, dead people couldn’t just come back and be champions. If that were the case, wouldn’t the very first champion still be the current one?

Teth finally got to ask his question after a particularly brutal fight that messed the both of them up. Adam was on the ground, nose bloody, but nothing more. The current champion never went anything further than immobilizing him. It infuriated him, but since the man gave him more chances to kill him, whether it be on purpose or not, he’d let the matter go. Speaking of the man, he was standing, lip split open, bruises on his face, one of his eyes was half closed and had blood leaking from it, a consequence of Adam aiming for his eye. The current champion’s appearance once again reminded him of Batson once more.

Black Adam: “How’re you alive?”

Marvel: “Huh? What?”

Black Adam: “You should’ve died. In a tomb.” *coughs* “He used the knife. He let you bleed out. The tomb was collapsing and you should’ve only been a normal human being at the time.”

Marvel: *slowly coming to a realization that, holy fudge sticks, Adam thinks he’s his dad*

Black Adam: “So tell me, how are you alive?”

Marvel: *is silent for a bit and definitely won’t turn down the chance to make his dad sound like a badass* “I refused to die.”

Black Adam: “…What?”

Marvel: “I refused to die. I couldn’t leave my wife, my children, my friends, everyone I knew behind. So, I refused to die. I crawled out of the tomb and then the Wizard found me.”

That was actually true. Well, everything but the Wizard thing. In this AU, when C.C. had been stabbed, he managed to crawl out of the tomb, even with a leg that had gotten crushed by debris. Though unfortunately, he died due to blood loss soon after. This was all detailed in a newspaper Billy happened to find about a week after he got kicked out of the house by Ebenezer.

By the way, during that entire speech about making his dad sound like a badass, Marvel didn’t smile. And if Teth was being honest, he uh… he didn’t like that. Mostly because even during the times Marvel fought him, he still smiled at him. He didn’t know how to feel about an unsmiling Marvel. So now, back in Kahndaq, Teth sat on his throne kind of just running the entire interaction through his head over and over again.

But you see, this isn’t the only time Adam’s been completely befuddled by Billy. There was a time he went to Fawcett in disguise and happened to me a certain someone…

Black Adam: *walking down the sidewalk*

Billy: *running down the sidewalk, bumps into him, and then looks up to Adam*

Black Adam: “Watch where you’re going-” *almost goes into cardiac arrest when he sees a kid that looks exactly like his nephew, just white*

Billy: “Sorry, Mister.” *continues running*

Black Adam: *watches him run off with a mortified look on his face*

When he tries to find out more about the kid that bumped into him, he had been pronounced missing and presumed dead. This made Adam kind of feel like shitting himself because for a brief moment he entertained the thought that his nephew had reincarnated or something.

#billy batson #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #shazam #fawcett comics #fawcett #fawcett city #teth adam #black adam

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lassieposting · 2 years ago

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Been thinkin about Astarion + vampire biology so have some headcanons and the bits of game lore they're based on

Dialogue establishes that Cazador has been successfully passing himself off as a regular noble for centuries, and Astarion confirms that while he's considered a bit reclusive, he does mingle with the upper class of Baldur's Gate and has a property specifically for hosting fancy events.

Vampires are camouflage predators, whose primary hunting strategy is to blend in with their prey until the perfect time to strike. Their ecological niche is not a particularly safe or stable one - they live hidden in plain sight, usually in sizeable cities, for easy access to prey, but they know that if they are discovered they will be rooted out and killed or driven away. They are rarely able to get away with attacking in public, where city guards might rush to the aid of a screaming victim - they have to isolate their target before killing it. The ability to blend in, to be overlooked by their target, until it is too late is essential.

Cazador is, as far as we know, the only true vampire in Baldur's Gate

This is because true vampires are aggressively territorial. Like most apex predators, they eat a lot, and need substantial territories to support them - even moreso if they have a partner or spawns. Ascendant!Astarion would need to hold onto the entire city, as Cazador did, to be able to feed himself and Tav without raising suspicion.

True vampires are relatively rare, but there are more of them than there are cities, so it's not uncommon for one to set up in an occupied city and try to oust the sitting resident. The challenger usually believes himself to be as strong or stronger than the current tenant: these territorial disputes usually end in at least one death, so they're not to be entered into lightly.

Astarion is very obviously a vampire: his fangs are visible, as are his bite scars; he's so pale multiple people comment on it; his eyes are red, etc.

Astarion is not a healthy vampire.

This is a man who has been kept on the knife's edge of starvation and tortured regularly for 200 years, and to another vampire, that would be clear from the state of him: Astarion is a camouflage predator who is so malnourished he is no longer able to blend in.

Tav will get an up-close look at his transformation over the course of the game and during the years afterwards: the more healthy and well-fed Astarion becomes, as his body catches up on its immense energy deficit and begins to recover, the better he will be able to mimic a living elf. His skin will be able to bleed, or blush, or bruise, none of which he's capable of while actively starving. Hia fangs will retract until he needs them, not invisible but less obvious - having them out all the time is a response to severe deprivation; he's so hungry his body can't risk losing prey to the split second it takes Cazador to snatch a rat back, so he's permanently in bite mode, hyperaware, ready to strike. Some body functions will come online that he didn't even know he had, the ones that are supposed to help him blend in - his eyes will start producing pigment to look darker, less scarlet and more burgundy, to be more easily mistaken for brown; his lungs will make him breathe automatically even though he doesn't need it, he'll start being able to eat normal food without getting sick again, though he still won't get any nourishment from it; he'll heal faster. He'll even be able to get drunk, though he'll burn through it very quickly. As it stands, all those extra systems have been shut down by his starving body - they're useful, but nonessential, and he needs every single bit of energy funnelled into just keeping him alive and functional.

There is probably an intentional bit of psychological warfare against the spawns on Cazador's part here - him starving them strips them of their natural defences, and every time he makes them leave the mansion to hunt, they have to do so knowing that they're poorly hidden and vulnerable. But it's established that true vampires treating their spawn poorly or outright abusing them is A Thing, so it's not the only reason - he sees them as property rather than people, he keeps them weak so they won't plot against him, he's acting out his own trauma from Vellioth on them, he just wants to - but it does feed into it.

Astarion can, at one point, identify old blood as belonging to the player character. He also gets excited at another point if an enemy character runs away, stating, "Now it's a hunt."

He says that "even stale, [he'd] recognise that bouquet anywhere." This confirms a few things for us:

He has a vastly superior sense of smell capable of identifying individuals by scent and - since he can tell who the blood belongs to even after some time has passed - following scent trails.

This confirms that although city-dwelling vampires may primarily hunt via luring a victim to a secondary location before killing it, they still have the "stalk down and chase" predator instinct. Since Astarion can't lure wildlife anywhere, this is almost certainly how he's been hunting to supplement his diet when he's not using the player as his personal caprisun.

The fact that he can scent out prey before killing it means he has this ability all the time - he can smell blood while it's still safely inside the owner's body.

So scent is probably relevant to how vampires process the world. The more time each companion spends with him, the more he gets used to their scent, starts associating it more with safety and camaraderie than with a potential meal, and so he becomes more relaxed around them. As he learns to link the player's scent with love and comfort and trust, the more likely he is to retreat to their tent over his own when he's injured or afraid or having a trauma moment. When he's fond of someone, something of theirs will go conveniently missing - he's moving their scent into his little safe space, it's comforting for him. He can tell when his lover is hurt or aroused or frightened - though not which of the three applies - from a distance, because his sense of smell can pick up the spike of adrenaline rushing into their bloodstream.

But that also means that he can never feel like he's got any distance from Cazador while he's living in the mansion - even if the man isn't in the same room, the entire place reeks of him, and it makes Astarion feel like Cazador is breathing down his neck all the same. Ascendant Astarion would have a really, really hard time sticking it out in that mansion with stale Eau de Cazador all over the place. It means that he's put instantly on edge by the faint scent of one of his siblings as he walks through the lower city - when seven vicious, territorial apex predators are confined to a single small dormitory, several hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, fights are going to be nasty and frequent, and although Cazador wouldn't allow them to kill each other, considering how many of his siblings refer to him as weak or a runt, Astarion probably didn't win them very often. So. Having a highkey advanced sense of smell is a mixed bag.

#bg3 #bg3 headcanons #astarion ancunin #astarion #cazador szarr #idk if this conflicts with existing dnd lore and idc welcome to the silly zone

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zepskies · 10 months ago

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This One's For You

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader || Ben & daughter!OC (Lila)

Summary: Late one night, finding no other recourse, Ben sings to his infant daughter to help her sleep.

AN: Thanks to this request, this one’s set between Until Morning and Green in the BMD-verse.

Word Count: 1.2K

Song Inspo: "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's

Tags/Warnings: Grumpy Ben, established relationship, potential fluff overload.~

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“Your daughter’s awake,” Ben grumbled into his pillow.

He didn’t need to have sensitive hearing to pick up on the infant’s whining in her crib.

“She’s only my daughter when she has a rough night.” You sighed and turned away from him on your side of the bed. You clutched at your pillow. “It’s your turn, pal.”

His eyes cracked open. He gave you a look of annoyance behind your back.

“I have to get up in three hours for work,” he said.

You didn’t seem to care. You were so tired, he already heard your deeper breaths in sleep. In fairness, you essentially hadn’t slept for three days now. Your daughter was a demanding little thing, with some powerful goddamn lungs.

When another insistent whine and a hiccupping cry reached his ears, Ben released a sound of frustration. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until the house was silent again, so after another beat, he finally peeled back the covers. Sliding out of bed, he padded out on bare feet down the hall to the nursery, wearing his usual pair of sweatpants.

He peered over the side of the crib and found Lila blinking up at him. Her tears clung to her lashes as she wriggled around in upset.

“What’s the matter now?” he asked, as if the baby could answer him.

He reached in with careful hands and picked her up, resting her on his chest. She sniffed and predictably latched onto his hair as she cried.

He checked her in various ways, but she didn’t smell like a full diaper (upon which, he would've handed her over to you). She seemed fine, which meant she was being finicky just for the hell of it.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Come on,” he said as he paced the room with her. “Quiet the fuck down already.”

Still, she wouldn’t stop crying. The whimpers were pitiful, but at least they weren’t ear-splitting wails this time. He just really needed her to stop so he could sleep, expeditiously.

After several minutes with no improvement, however, Ben sighed and dropped down into the rocking chair. He was coming to the end of his tether.

“All right, what’s it gonna take for you to relax?” he muttered. At this point, he wasn’t above bribery. Candy? Money? A new fucking car? Hell, he’d get her a fleet of Ferraris if it’d make her pipe down.

He held Lila in the crook of his arm and tried rocking back and forth in the chair. When that didn’t work, he tried humming a tune—something he’d heard on the radio that now wouldn’t get out of his damn head. The only reason he remembered it was because of his daughter’s name.

“Oh, it’s what you do to me, oh, it’s what you do to me,” he sang softly, deep and baritone, and a little coarse from sleep. (And possibly a little off-key.)

Lila seemed to ease up a little in response to his voice, blinking up at him with those pretty green eyes. Maybe that was the solution.

He cleared his throat in slight embarrassment. He looked in the doorway to make sure he was alone before he kept going with this.

Okay, what’re the words to the goddamn song…

“H-Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like in New York City?” he started, a bit unsure. The baby blinked up at him, holding a little fist in her mouth. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks while she whimpered, but she looked like she was listening, at least.

“I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty,” Ben continued. He couldn’t help softening a bit, looking down on her. He swept a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, you do. Time Square can’t shine as bright as you…I swear it’s true.”

Tomorrow he was scheduled for another mission out of New York, with Butcher and the rest of the team. Ben didn’t know how long he’d be gone.

“Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance,” he sang, “I'm right there if you get lonely. Give this song another listen…”

He wouldn’t admit it, but it was hard to leave you and Lila. She was still so small, and he didn’t like the thought of you two being alone, even if Frank was watching out for you.

But Ben had a job to do.

“Close your eyes,” he almost whispered. “Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise. I’m by your side…”

Lila had begun to settle down. He dried her tears as he continued to rock her, continued to hum the melody of the chorus. He couldn’t remember most of the song after that, but there were a few more lines he did have rolling around in his head.

“Hey there, Delilah, here’s to you,” he sang quietly. “This one’s for you…”

Just then, Ben thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up and found you there, leaning in the doorway. You were holding up your cell phone.

His brows knitted together in a glare.

“What the fuck’re you doing?” he said, sharp and incredulous.

“Shhh,” you reminded him, pointing at the baby. He saw your smirk below the frame of the phone.

Ben looked down and found that Lila was finally asleep. Gritting his teeth, he got up slowly. You were filming him all the while, even with your hair wild in bedhead and your pajama top hanging off your shoulder. Apparently, embarrassing him was more important than sleep.

Ben gently set her back down in the crib. Once he made sure she was safe and settled in sleep, he turned and saw that you were still filming him. He hoped you captured the deathly look of warning on his face.

You bit your lip. Without either of you saying anything, you darted off down the hall. Ben stalked after you.

“Woman, you better get the fuck back here!” he hissed in a coarse whisper. You struggled to contain your laughter.

“You’ll have to catch me first, old man,” you teased.

He chased you around the house—almost knocking over a lamp in the process—until he got ahold of you, and more importantly your phone. He grabbed it out of your hand and held you flush against him with an ironclad arm around your waist.

Ben looked down at you both in satisfaction, and a warning not to try anything else. You laughed and took his bearded face in your hands. You pulled him down to you for a placating kiss.

"You do have a nice voice," you whispered near his lips.

"Shut it. You're on thin fucking ice with me," he groused, with a shake of his head when it only reignited your inane giggling.

His lips reluctantly tugging at a smile, he silenced you with a deeper kiss.

The joke was on him though. While you were running around, you already managed to drop that video into the group chat with Hughie, Annie, and all the rest of your friends at Supe Affairs.

Come the morning, Ben was about to have a very interesting day at the office.

AN: 😂 Did you enjoy another dose of dad!Ben in the BMD-verse? 💚

Keep Reading in the BMD-verse:

Coming up next, Ben gets his revenge in Lesson Learned:

Summary: There’s only so much teasing Ben is willing to take. He has no choice but to punish you.

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firingstars · 1 month ago

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neighborly advice | ch. 7

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: bucky prepares for your date, while you deal with the fly.

warnings: mdni, eventual smut, timeline is somewhere around the middle/end of fatws, language, alcohol, slapping, arguments, bucky blushes

word count: 3.8k

a/n: smut coming soon i promise yall… im tryna decide if i wanna give u guys a 6k long chapter for #8 or split it up ;; i also dk how long this series is gonna be i might start writing a one shot in the middle of this bc i have smth i wanna do rq

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Bucky was essentially on cloud nine as he got ready for his date. He slept early without any nightmares, which was a pleasant and welcome surprise, and woke up refreshed. It was the first time, in a long time, that he had been able to rest so well. After his little chat with his date on the fire escape, he went back inside to complete his planning of the night ahead.

There was a drive in movie that would be playing some sci-fi film. That was his plan, he decided. She was smart, and she seemed to enjoy reading about lots of different things. Plus, it filled him with some sort of childish excitement. It felt like he was going to Stark’s convention with Steve all over again. Since receiving his pardon and being reintroduced into the normal world, he actually hadn’t had any chance to go out and do things because he wanted to. It didn’t feel right for him to enjoy life, as sad as it sounded. It still felt slightly wrong, but he was doing it to make her happy. He just happened to enjoy the same things. Bucky accepted the loophole with open arms.

He pulled out a soft blanket and spare pillows from his closet to bring down to the parking garage in preparation for the movie. Bucky would set it all up in advance, get everything pretty and ready so that there would be nothing that she needed to worry about when the time would come. She just needed to enjoy herself. Bucky would make it his personal mission for her to enjoy herself.

While he was out of the apartment, he decided to go get some snacks for the movie, too. Bucky had full intentions of bringing her to dinner before the movie. It was no good to watch a movie on an empty stomach, but what if she wanted to snack on something?

At the store, he realized he had no idea what her preference for anything was. All he knew was that she possibly liked muffins, and she had chocolates and blueberries in her house. He felt like this was a repeat of the flower stand as he stood in the aisles. Then, he found himself consulting Google for the first time.

After gathering what he decided was a smart array of snacks and different things for her to choose from, he made one more stop at an actual florist shop. He’d already gotten her flowers, but those were apology flowers. He needed to get her date flowers. Something with more intention behind it. Roses were still a good symbol of romance, right?

He picked the reddest roses in the shop, and had the florist carefully tie a pretty bow around the stems. Bucky didn’t remember the last time he had been so gentle with something as he walked down the street carrying a bouquet of roses and a bag full of different snacks and things.

“Dinner would take us maybe an hour or two,” he murmured as he pushed open the door to his apartment. He took his shoes off, lining them against the door like she had done before as he continued to run through his mental checklist. He didn’t know if this was something cultural to her, or if she just liked shoes off in the house. Either way, he easily started adapting it in his own routine. “It will take about thirty minutes to drive to the movie– what kind of music should I play?”

Bucky found himself sitting on the couch, angrily glaring at his phone as he frantically searched for songs to play. He knew 40s music. Would she like 40s music? He hadn’t heard music played from her side of the wall before. Should he try to find a station in his car that played music that was trending now?

He was giving himself a headache and needed a breather. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, he checked the clock. It was already three thirty. Shit.

Bucky rushed to the shower. He took extra care to scrub the body wash that she said she liked into every pore in his body, and made sure the cologne he used stuck to his skin properly. Fuck, he even made sure his arm was shining and polished even though he knew he would have it covered and gloved for a majority of the night. In the off chance that she would see the vibration, he wanted to make sure it was clear of any potential smudges. Maybe she could even check her makeup in his arm if the shine held long enough.

Then, he stood in front of his closet. He didn’t have that much of a selection to choose from, and he wanted to kick himself then punch Sam’s face in– for no reason other than the fact that his head was floating around in his mind reminding him that he had once said that Bucky needed variety in his closet.

So, he settled on some clothes that were less worn than his others. They looked newer, a little nicer. He had changed three times before finally settling on this. Simple dark washed jeans, fitted shirt, and a nice jacket. Nothing too crazy, but he also didn’t know what was the fashion trend these days.

By the time he was fully ready, two hours had passed. He would wait another thirty minutes before he would go over and knock, asking her if she was ready for their date. He decided to brush his teeth one more time and–

“Get out!”

Bucky froze in his place.

It had been louder on the other side of the wall since he had gotten home. He couldn’t fully discern what the noise was, since it sounded like his neighbor was playing a show or movie, but also had a podcast on? But this— this was her voice. Then, he heard something shatter.

He moved, going to her door, knocking rapidly. Loudly. Calling out her name. The shouting on the other end got louder and he finally tried the doorknob. His heart sank briefly— it was unlocked. The worst scenarios raced through his mind as he pushed the door open.

The sight on the other end made him freeze in his place.

A resounding slap filled the air, and an angry red mark was starting to form on her face.

You finally called Leah, after contemplating it for another twenty minutes. You really didn’t need her coming here, nor did you want to talk to her face to face. Your day was going so fucking well and she didn’t need to ruin it.

“I already called off for the rest of the day, so if you’re gonna tell me to not come, then don’t,” Leah said on the other end of the phone. You glanced at the time. It was almost three thirty. “I’m already on my way.”

“Leah, seriously. I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“Then when are we going to talk about it?” she spat at you. You could only let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt a headache come on. “I have a spare key to your apartment. If you don’t answer the door, I’m going to come in.”

Shit.

Leah hung up without letting you respond, and didn’t answer your next follow up calls. If she was coming from Izzy’s, you had another twenty minutes to yourself. You decided to just get dressed comfortably. She didn’t need to know you were going on a date, much less with Bucky. You didn’t have to explain anything to her after the way she was acting with you.

A small part of you hoped there was something wrong, that maybe she was just testing Bucky. Maybe she was trying to see that he was a good man, capable and worthy of you. You hadn’t dated anyone in a long time, you haven't shown any interest in someone else in a long time. It was always work for you. There was never time for a relationship or romance. Maybe she was looking out. You could only hope that this was her angle– that this was her play.

A deeper part of you realized that you would be arguing with her. She was coming at you with enough hostility to start a war. There was nothing friendly about the conversation that was coming ahead. At this time, almost all of the families were home from school or coming home from their jobs. You turned on the TV and radio to make some sort of white noise, to drown out whatever argument you and Izzy were about to have.

The single mom next to you was known to be a gossip. She loved to spread rumors down in the laundry basement. You didn’t need the entire apartment building knowing about your personal affairs.

You waited anxiously for Leah’s arrival. You managed to speed through your makeup routine. All you needed to do was get dressed when it was time for your date. You stared at the flowers Bucky gave you last night. A small wave of calm washed over you as you looked at the flowers. They were pretty. At the very least, after Leah left, you would be able to spend the rest of the night with Bucky and forget about the storm she would bring.

She didn’t even knock. The door just opened swiftly. Leah didn’t even remove her shoes as she came in, and you frowned at the sight.

“Are you going to explain why you’ve been ghosting me for an entire day?” Leah demanded, arms crossed over her chest. She had an accusatory look on her face— almost as if she was trying to say you’d killed her precious childhood pet, not ignored your phone.

“I’m sorry, am I not allowed to have a life outside of you?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t aware that I was at your beck and call whenever you wanted me to be.”

“What are you even talking about? You don’t even have a job right now! Your lab? Your research? You have none of that and that is your life– so what life are you talking about?!” Leah exclaimed and you stared at her for a second, mouth agape. Leah froze, the weight of her words hitting her as well. She said your nickname softly, “Wait. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No. That’s enough. You don’t get to come into my house and start screaming at me. Get out, Leah. I’ll talk to you when I’m ready, not when you decide that you want to,” you said, standing up from your spot on the couch.

“What? We’ve been friends for years! You’re not just going to kick me out!”

“Yeah? Watch me. Give me back the spare key otherwise I’m calling the fucking police, Leah,” you threatened. Her eyes widened, but her hand tightened over the piece of metal.

“You’re insane. Over a man, really? You’re not even dating him!”

“It’s not even about the man at this point!” you shouted at her. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you! You’re someone entirely different– a few days ago you comforted me when I lost everything, and now you’re taking the one thing from me that I found comfort in!”

“Oh wow, woe is you!” Leah exclaimed sarcastically. “Rich girl forced into self-poverty cries about losing everything. Oh, grow up! You have everything. Do you realize how privileged you sound right now?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Leah?”

“Your life!” she shouted, taking a finger and pointing it at your chest roughly. “You grew up in an affluent home,” another jab, “you went to private schools with tuition that I could never dream of seeing in my bank account,” a third jab, “and you come to New York and try to sell your sob story to everyone that Daddy hates you? Shut the fuck up, seriously. People have bigger problems than you.”

“Who is saying that I am the only one with an issue?!” you shouted back, slapping her hand away from you.

“You act like you’re the only one with a problem!”

“Get out, Leah,” you told her, glaring. “Get out of my house.”

“You have everything you want in your hands, and you could have even more if you stopped being so fucking stubborn. Do you know what I would do to be in your shoes?”

“Is that why you try to go after the one thing that I don’t have? A guy?” you asked with a fake laugh. “Really? Is that all you can do?”

“Yeah, and he really liked me on that date,” she smirked. “Went home with me. You were right. He kisses really well. Did he do that tongue thing with you like he did with me? I mean, not on my mouth. Other lips.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. Fucking liar.

“Get out, Leah,” you repeated, keeping your voice even. You had nothing more to say to her.

“Jealous?” she asked, looking satisfied with herself. No. You weren’t jealous. You were fed up. Tired. Angry.

“Get out!” you shouted at her, pushing her by the shoulders. “I’m so sick of your shit! Get the fuck out of my house!”

“You’re seriously letting a man get in between us–”

“You’re the one who got in between us! You’re insane!” you cut her off. She was pushing back against you, not letting you push her out of your apartment. Briefly, you lost your footing, and slammed the side of your leg into the coffee table. You let out a gasp, watching as the vase with Bucky’s flowers toppled over and shattered on the floor. You didn’t even have time to mourn over it.

“Leah, I’m warning you. I’ll call the police,” you said slowly, jaw clenching.

“Do it, then. You’re just a crazy bitch who wishes you had real problems.”

“At least I don’t go after the men my best friend has interest in like an attention seeking whore,” you spat back.

Then, you were a little disoriented. The stinging sensation came a few seconds later as you blinked, trying to properly figure out where you were again. You stumbled back a little bit, bringing a hand to your cheek. It was throbbing, red and hot.

“Wait,” she whispered your nickname. “I didn’t mean to—“

“That’s enough,” you said, cutting her off as you turned to look at her. “I’m done. I’m… I’m done.”

”Please. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Just hear me out—“

”Alright. That’s enough,” a lower voice cut her off.

You looked beyond her, startled for a moment. You didn’t even hear the door open, but he was there at the threshold. You watched as he quickly took his shoes off and crossed into your space. He looked angry, upset.

“Bucky,” you whispered, and he reached for you. He gently cradled your face in his hands, checking over the damage on your face. The frown on his face deepened the longer he examined you. Bucky let out a low, deep breath.

“Can you grab your things, doll?” he asked you, voice lowered to just speak to you. It was soft. There was a contrast in how he looked. He was clearly trying to control himself, despite the fact that he was clearly upset with the situation at hand. “Whatever outfit you were gonna wear for me tonight, your phone. Just grab whatever you need.”

You blinked, then nodded. He let his hands fall from your face, and you turned to your room. You still didn’t have the perfect outfit chosen for the date ahead. and you needed to get some makeup to cover up the redness. Actually shit. When you glanced in the mirror, you saw an angry red line forming. Leah ended up cutting your cheek with her nail.

You shoved down the anger you were feeling. The frustration. There were too many things happening all at once, and there was only one of you. You grabbed the things that you thought you needed and came out of your bedroom, finding Leah trying to reason with Bucky, telling him that the situation isn’t what he saw. He just stared at her. Bucky didn’t give her a single word.

When he heard you step out of your room, he turned to you. He took your things from your hands, placed another hand on your lower back and started to lead you out the door.

”You can finish getting ready at my place, doll,” he murmured to you. You nodded quietly, allowing him to lead you away. You ignored Leah as she shouted your name, trying to follow the two of you. She came out into the hall as Bucky pushed open his own door and let you into his house first. Then, he used his entire body to block Leah from taking a single step forward. He slammed the door shut in her face without acknowledging her.

You slumped into his couch, exhausted. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to come forth.

Is that really what she thought of you? This entire time, she just thought you were a brat with no real problems? Is that how you came across to everyone else? Leah had been there with you through thick and thin, through the worst parts of your life. She had kept you awake at night when you had deadlines to meet and you were running on nothing but energy drinks and protein bars, and would bring you food and make sure you took the chance to sleep even for thirty minutes. When there would be a chance she could help you, she would. If you just needed copies to be made for a presentation, she would be the first one to rush to the store to make those hundreds of copies. She would sit there and listen to you practice your presentation and give you pointers, tell you where she thought you could be more emotional and more impactful.

She was your friend, and you were hers. You thought so, at least.

Something cold pressed against your cheek lightly and you opened your eyes. Bucky was in front of you, sitting on the coffee table with an ice pack in his hand, pressing it to your face.

”It’s not regenerative nanomeds, but ice brings down swelling,” he said softly.

You could only stare at him for a few moments before releasing a trembling breath. You watched as his eyes softened for you as your tears slipped down your face.

”What the hell just happened?” you whispered to him, letting out a soft sob.

”I don’t know, doll,” he answered honestly, shaking his head. “You took that hit like a champ though.”

A laugh slipped out in between your sobs, catching you off guard. The ice was moved away from your face, replaced by flesh and metal hands cupping both sides of your face. You looked at him, watching as his eyes slowly traced over every single one of your features, as if he was trying to burn you into his memory. Then, he slowly, gently, brushed his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away the salty tears that kept falling.

”You’re so pretty,” he said in a whisper. You frowned, a slight pout on your lips.

”I’m a mess, no doubt.” You were sure of it. With the tears and the condensation of the ice on your face, your makeup was ruined. Your mascara was running down your face now, and your eyeliner must have crumbed off by this point. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere right now, Sarge.”

”Hmm,” he hummed, tilting his head slightly. He looked at you, thoughtful. Bucky smiled at you. “It’s the truth though?”

The butterflies in your stomach hadn’t fully died, it seemed. No, they had a second life to them, and they were even stronger now. You could feel your pulse racing, and with how he was holding you, you were certain he could feel it under his pinky. There was no way that he didn’t know how badly he affected you and how much just his words and how he looked at you made you feel. In an instant, your perception changed. Maybe you weren’t a mess. You couldn’t look that bad, not when Bucky was staring at you like you were the most beautiful being in the universe, as if you had personally hung up all the stars in the sky and lit up every night for him.

”Swelling’s going down,” Bucky said, and pressed his metal hand against your cheek once more. The coolness of his hand felt better than the ice. You leaned into his touch, and you swore you could hear his breath hitch just slightly. Either way, he kept his hand there.

“How’d you get into my apartment, Sarge?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes. He paused, like he had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. You raised an eyebrow at him, and you decided you wanted to tease him a little. “Is this part of your job, too? Breaking into my apartment?”

“Hey, now. Why don’t you lock your door? I was knocking, like a gentleman, trying to pick up my girl for our planned date. I just happened to try the door, and it gave. That’s not my fault,” he quickly told you with a frown that you could immediately tell wasn’t real.

Ah. Leah didn’t lock the door when she entered.

Bitch.

You pushed her out of your head. You had other things to focus on right now. Like what he just said.

”Your girl?” you repeated the words to him, watching his brain freeze in real time. You never thought you would ever see this man with a blush on his face, but here he was. It was subtle, but it was there. A light dust of red against his cheeks, but his ears was where all the color was.

Bucky cleared his throat and stood up quickly, trying to create space between the two of you. You could only smile as he accidentally bumped into the coffee table behind him, miscalculating the amount of force and space he took around him.

”So,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “You can uh— You can get ready for our date here. Take your time. When you’re ready, we can head out. Unless, of course, you’re no longer up for it after all of that.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Where’s your bathroom, Bucky? Let me wash my face and touch up. We’ll go after I get dressed.”

next chapter

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rimatsu · 6 months ago

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After apologies and accusations and nippy words and even more apologies comes the time for honesty. They talk for so long Tommy’s voice dissolves at the edges, a pharyngeal crackle seeping into his confessions. Candor feels a lot like being cored. He sits on Evan’s couch split in half like a pomegranate, red viscera exposed — peeled open for examination. For six months, he had only offered tiny morsels of himself, weighed bites meant to appease hunger and not satiate, but Evan has grown gluttonous in their time apart. Tommy is made to dig past the last vestiges of self-preservation and unearth everything he’d kept buried, exhuming skeletons and old hurt from the ground.

It's exhausting to the bone.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus," Tommy says once a hush of silence settles over the loft, rubbing the heel of his palm over a brow.

Evan smiles at him, and it's a touch rueful. "That's what happens when you condense half-a-year's worth of talking into 3 hours," he reasons, although not unkindly.

Silence eats away at the oxygen again until Evan reaches for Tommy's hand, thumb pressing into the blue rivers of his veins. Surely he can feel Tommy's pulse go seismic at the touch.

"We don't have to rush into anything," Evan starts, tentative and placating like he's speaking to a sighted animal. "I— I'll try to rein it in, go slow."

Bless his heart, Tommy thinks, because he sounds like he believes it. Evan isn't capable of slow. He can do undefined, he can even do superficial, but he's not wired for measured steps — his long legs are more suited for a gallop than a trot. Tommy knew that much by the second date. The absence of moderation had charmed and scared him in equal measure, drawn to it like moth to a flame until he realized he'd have to carry indelible burn scars like relics to his grave.

Tommy is under no illusion, but he gives a terse nod anyway, and then he watches as Evan’s lips part around an inhalation. It's that bolstering little intake of breath that precedes the big questions — the same one Evan took before inviting him to his sister's wedding, the same one he took before asking Tommy to move in with him.

He stares at Evan’s expanding diaphragm and braces himself for impact.

"But I can't— I can't do aimless either, Tommy," Evan barrels on, and squeezes at his wrist like he's holding Tommy in place so he can't physically recoil from his words. "I need to know we're walking in the same direction." Evan pauses for a heartbeat, and when he speaks again, conviction has steeled the timbre of his voice: "I want serious down the line. I want a life together, a shared home, a ring on my finger. Kids, the whole shebang," he continues, firm, no stammering in sight, like he's daring Tommy to dispute any of it again.

His eyes reflect the light overhead like glistening jewels. Their magnetic pull is as strong as the magnitude of Tommy's fears, powerful enough that he's considering living in communion with worry. Tommy swallows around the lump in his throat and pushes down the instinctive urge to run for the windows like the building is at flashover.

"There's no guarantee we'll make it far," he warns, because it bears repeating.

"No, there isn't," Evan agrees, like uncertainty isn't frightening or paralyzing. He's terrifying. "But if you're not gonna try anyway, if you're not buying what I'm selling, you might as well walk out now and spare us both the trouble."

Coming back is allowing Evan to become somatically essential the way an aortic valve is vital — it's giving him the power to deal a finishing blow with no warranty certificate. Tommy has flown through warzones, has dismantled and mended himself back into new shapes, has let fire lick at him and smoke suffocate him, but knocking on Evan’s door again might be the bravest thing he's ever done.

He takes a fortifying breath of his own and then surrenders to a mathematical probability.

"Yeah, I can do trying," he says, and it's a meagre offering — certainly not the type of reassurance that would reassure him, but it's everything Tommy has to give, amorphous and fragile but no less true.

Evan is more benevolent than him, anyway.

"Okay," he accepts, mercy shining in the blue of his irises. "That's good enough for now."

#random makeup vignette #trying my hand at this writing thing (hors pwp).. my muscles are rusty #anyone into weird verbose prose? bc that's all i got #bucktommy #rima.txt #fic

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fandomobbsessedb · 5 months ago

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Imagine~ Giving you a few hits

All the ways Thanos might give you a share of his drugs.

Warnings: Cuss Words, Drugs, Alcohol, Manhandling, Descriptions of Sex, Nudity

This is even if he lets you, of course he’s willing to share once you prove to him your not a baby to it, and then sometimes he makes you take it because “I’m on fucking fire baby you gotta have some.”

If Your Taking

With his tongue

If he has pills, the only way your getting one is if he kisses it into your mouth. You’ll be apprehensive because your not a good dry swallower but he don’t listen to any of that shit. He grabs you by the jaw and splits your lips apart with his own mouth, you accept as you feel the hard little piece weasel its way into your mouth. He makes sure to try and get his own tongue in there to try and lube it up some more with extra saliva before he’s grabbing you by the neck and tipping your head backwards so that your forced to swallow.

His Mouth.

If he’s smoking something and you want a hit you’ll only stand shotgunning him for so long. It didn’t have as much as of an impact sooo be ready for him to hold the bong or blunt or pipe or whatever for you while you took your own hit. Of course then he sees it as a competition and either tries to hold it as long as you where or taking it in longer. Or he’ll take a different substance like hallucinogens to your weed or whatever and make you guys shotgun eachother mixing the drugs in a way that you don’t even know if it worked buuuuut your high as a kite now.

Off His Dick.

He’ll pull your head away from your current task of sucking him down like a lollipop, and place a thin line of…. You don’t even wanna know what… before he’s angling your nose to it commanding you to inhale. With only a little hesitation you inhale, the scent of his arousal mixing with the electric shock your both feeling right now hitting you like a monster truck. He pushed you back onto him to get some of that shit up in your gums so that when he kisses you again he can lick your mouth clean. He’s so grabby.

His Pelvis

He’s delicately pouring some tequila across his V line while you have to sit and wait like a damn dog. The second he puts it down your tongue unfurls from your mouth and drags across his slightly prickly but mostly smooth skin, feeling the burn of the alcohol already matching the burning fire in your insides. So essentially body shots but him seeing you lick off his V gives him a boner so hard you feel like you just got punched in the throat when it hits your neck.

If He’s Taking

Across Your Chest.

He’ll tap a broken line just under your collar bone right above your nipples while his tongue licked you clean of whatever he was doing before. He squeezes you in tight, feeling like you muffled out the rest of the club, the music the overwhelming smell of alcohol, the pushy people, all of it. He shoves his face down and snorts like the pig he is. Feeling your soft supple skin beneath it just boosts his high even more as he lays back crashing out. Suddenly going from over-stimulated to feeling like jello.

He looks like a godamn mess. From your spot on his lap you look down at his thrown back head, his tangled and spiky hair, and that itty bitty trickle of blood coming from his nose. He smiles crookedly trailing his thumbs across your hips, the bags under his vibrant eyes prominent in contrast to the party going on around you. His shirts undone and his belt is loose. Oh he looks like Oscar the grouch, but he’s your grouch.

On your lower back

Ugggggh don’t even get me started on how good he feels when he’s pounding into you from behind. He’s got you pushed down against the bed with your ass as high in the air as he can get it. He could feel every inch of his skin inside and outside of you. This full body buzz turning him into a fucking jackhammer. He’s hitting that sensitive spot deep inside of you when he bends himself over your ass having to pull out just a bit. The tickle of the baggie being dragged across your back has you squirming but he slaps at your ass before you can shake all his dust away. With a deep inhale he lets out a feral groan and goes right back inside, feeling like he was on the cloud nine of cloud nine’s. Hope you did some yoga beforehand because you’re not moving so long as that baggie is still full. The fuller you get the emptier the bag becomes.

Out of your belly button

Salt, lime, shot. Or is it Lime,Salt, Shot? Eh doesn’t matter, he’s getting the lime and salt from somewhere but then taking the shot out of your belly button and good god when you first met, he promised he knew how to use his tounge, did he fucking mean it ever. So what if it was sloppy, it was hot. At one point he makes you exhale so that your chest sits so low it forms just a small dip in your skin where he can pour some more. Just for it to drip down your sides giving him an excuse to lick more of your perfect skin.

Your Teeth

If he has a blunt or a cigarette and needs both hands to do something, you become his designated try. He puts it in between your teeth while he does what he needs to real quick. Sometimes he makes you come to the bathroom so he can go pee, then as soon as he’s done tapping it off, he’ll take it back with his unwashed hands. You’ll shove him away in disgust and in return all he does is roll his eyes before placing a drop of soap and like three drops of water on his hands. Pawing at your shirt he’ll use that as his towel and put his arms back around your shoulders on your way back to the crowd.

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melodic-haze · 1 year ago

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what do you think about robin x dragon!reader... yk... long tongue and two cocks... -🐿️

I'm gonna fuckign shake you

IT'S DEFINITELY DOING WONDERS FOR SIZE QUEEN ROBIN JUST SAYING

Nevermind the double dicks dude let your tongue undulate down and you'll hear her breath hitch at the sight ☺️ fucking her with said tongue already has her feeling filled up to the MAX as you eat her out from the inside, which is fun bc your tongue is prehensile as hell so you can easily hit the right spots over and over again as you fuck her w her tongue

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON FUCKING HER WITH BOTH YOUR DICKS THOUGH OUUUUUGGHTHHTTHHH being as big as you probably would be as a draconic being, both in terms of size and size 😜, it's got her so excited to the point where she's essentially psychically broadcasting all that lust to you AND it's got you wondering how the FUCK are you going to fit both in this comparably small halovian without breaking her and splitting her in two?

Well what if she WANTED to be broken over by you 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

GODDDDDDDUGH just thinking about forcing both your dicks in both holes over and over and getting that HUGE bulge on her lower abdomen from that much cock inside her 🤤🤤🤤 her mind is COMPLETELY gone from the mix of pleasure as you hit every spot within her imaginable, that EXTREME feeling of fullness within her and even pain as you stretch her out and mold her insides to accommodate you

When you cum inside her, her belly ends up swelling to the point where you may as well consider her pregnant as you fill her up repeatedly. And then when you pull out? You'd have stretched her so much to the point where the mix of both your cum and hers essentially just waterfall all the way down from the holes you abused :3

She's definitely gonna be in working condition tomorrow lol FUCK I need her

HOLD ON I'M EDITING JUST TO ADD just think of how your hands would wrap around her thighs easily as if they aren't meant to be bigger than the normal human hand ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ it would DEFINITELY get her going ty

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realcube · 10 months ago

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CONSEQUENCES

SIR NIGHTEYE SMUT. in which you're a villain who breaks into his house, and he punishes you for it.

tw/tags → nsfw, cursing, implied age gap, vaginal, bondage, fingering, oral (receiving), edging, pet names, impact play, breeding, riding, squirting, overstimulation, brief anal — MINORS DNI

note → oh he's too fine and underrated. smut is labelled if you want to skip to it.

the night was heavy with fog and frost, while the moon shone at the apex of the sky, casting only a soft glow over the big house that stood at the end of the street.

as a child, the house instilled a sense of reverence in you; aspirational and hopeful that one day — if you work hard enough — you may get to live in a house just like that one. but as you grew up, the respect you had slowly faded into seething jealousy and anger, as you realised that no matter how much effort you may put in to your academics or hobbies, you'll always come in second place to those who were gifted at birth with useful quirks, under this flawed system.

that was the beginning of your descent into villainy. and tonight was the night you were finally prove to your younger self that you made the right decision.

standing outside the big house, you stared up at it with a sober expression. you couldn't help but wonder who lived there. all this time you've lived nearby but you've never caught a glimpse of the owner. they were probably some big-headed hero; overpaid and worthless.

if they had enough money to buy such a massive house, they probably could afford all the additional secruity measures too. not that it was an issue for you; your quirk rendered the majority of security essentially useless.

your quirk allowed you to take an incorporeal form, in which you cannot touch or be touched, are invisible and can permeate through matter. however, the major drawback is that you are unable to breath in this form so you can typically only hold it for just over a minute consecutively.

still, a minute leaves you with enough time to rush through the front garden — passed all the cameras — and diffuse through the front door without having to break anything or do any lock-picking.

you don't have much time to scan your surroundings, instead you have to pick a room and study it to make sure there are no cameras or people, before you cease use of your quirk. not only so you can breathe again, but also so you can pick up objects that you want to steal.

you end up choosing the living room as that is where a lot of valubles are kept, and since there doesn't seem to be any cameras, you drop your incorporeal form and start picking up random shit and throwing it into your bag.

while you are doing this, you begin to get a general feel for the type of person that must live here. all their furniture is very modern and sleek and expensive-looking — you'd pick up the whole couch and take it, if you could. overall there is a very mature vibe to the decor, with the exception of a couple All-Might pieces of paraphernalia you find laying around. like a decorative silver silhouette laying on the side table. it was really ugly but you took it anyway because it might be worth something.

you continue going around the room and shovelling items into your bag, wary of your surroundings and who might be lurking. however, as you are sifting through the cabniets under the television, out of no where, you feel a blunt pain against the back of your head and everything went dark.

it stung real bad, and you woke up with a splitting headache. although the first thing you noticed was the pain, once your sight comes back to you and the world stops spinning violently, you become acutely aware of your current situation.

tied up vertically onto some contraption, in what looks to be a dingy basement, and opposite you, sitting at a table, there is a tall, slender man with green hair, sharp features and glasses, which he pushes up the bridge of his nose as he stands up.

"you're awake." he states plainly.

you open your mouth to spit a sly retort, and that is when you realise that you can't because he has taped over your mouth. so instead you furrow your brows and thrash against your contraints to express your displeasure. you hated being caught, but it wasn't a big deal, once you were less winded, you could quite easily slip into your incorporeal form and dart away.

"i see you tried to rob me. i have it recorded, and while you were out i took your fingerprints and a hair sample." the man motions to the contents atop the table, where you could see the tapes and plastic bag which presumably had your hair inside, and he held up the fingerprint samples.

"so i suggest instead of using your quirk to run away, you listen to my offer." he subtly quirks a brow, giving you a once-over to see if you were going to switch form, but instead he sees he has stunned you into complete silence, so he continues.

"perfect." he hums, holding his chin between his thumb and index finger in thought as he paces up and down the length of the table. "i don't think you are an evil villain who means to cause harm to innocents. i think you are a troubled young woman who is mad at hero society. would i be correct in assuming that?"

he looks over his shoulder, briefly awaiting a response and you simply shoot him an unimpressed look with your eyes, since he obviously knows you can't talk.

"right. can't speak." he recalls, then keeps walking, "with a quirk like yours, you could have such a bright and promising future ahead of you. but if i were to report you to the authorities, all that would be soiled because of one terrible decision."

even if you could talk, you didn't feel the need to correct him and say that this wasn't your first time commiting a crime.

"so, i am going to make you an offer. you could use your quirk and run away; i'll hand all of this evidence over to the police, they will catch you eventually and you'll spend the rest of your days rotting in prison. or you can let me handle you myself, and this whole incident will be our little secret."

he slinks up to you, and rips the tape swiftly off your face, causing you to hiss in pain. "what do you say?"

you couldn't lie: something about this man standing so close to you, his hot breath tickling your lips and his intimidating stare glaring right into your soul had your panites pooling with arousal. you shouldn't be so turned on by this situation but you can't stop it.

"what do you mean by 'handle me yourself'?" you cough, finally able to inhale a deep breath.

he tilts his head and explains, "i would put you on the straight and narrow path to rectitude."

"like, with a powerpoint?" you rasp.

he narrows his eyes at you through his glasses, and the intense glare causes you to shudder, "no. i have various methods that will instill cheer and bliss into you." he places his finger under your chin, to hold your face up so you maintain eye-contact with him, "they could be described as sexual in nature."

"some weird pervert fetish." your face contorts to reflect your disgust, though it's merely a guise for your bubbling lust and excitement.

"call it what you want." his piercing yellow eyes stare deeply into yours, "if you would rather not engage, then leave."

you press your lips into a thin line, and interally you relish in how well you got off; not only will you leave scot-free, but also this fine man is going to fuck you silly. a two-in-one! funnily enough, you loathe the alternate reality in which you didn't get caught.

although, despite the slight smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, you don't want to come across as too eager. otherwise, he might not view it as a suitable punishment and the offer will be retracted, so you try to keep the overwhelming joy to yourself.

in an attempt to feign hesitancy, you ask, "how is 'cheer and bliss' going to stop me from being a criminal?"

"i'm glad you asked. shows that you're paying close attention." his intense expression softens for a microsecond as he straightens his back, so you can tell your question pleased him. "i believe laughter and cheer is the backbone of our society and essential in the creation of a brighter future. you've already shown good humour through your ridiculously amusing display of incompetence while trying to rob me. it was thoroughly entertaining to watch."

every word that came out of his mouth was more shocking that the last. never would you expect such a stoic man to be so passionate about comedy and humour. also, you didn't appreciate him calling you incompetent but you kept your mean replies to yourself somehow, thus allowing him to continue,

"when you experience the same joy, you'll understand what i'm referring to and will never return to villainy." he says in a very resounding manner, picking up a long metal rod laying on the table and examining it, "you won't be able to walk properly after our lesson, so at the very least you will not be able to commit any crimes for the next couple of days."

you have no idea where he is going to put that stick, but the possibilities rushing through your mind cause your knees to quiver.

"so, will you be staying for your punishment?" he glances at your figure out of the corner of his eye.

"yes.." you stutter out, still trying to give the impression of a coy, confused girl so he doesn't know how desperate for this you truly are. "but can i ask one more question?"

he takes a piece of fabric out from the pocket of his suit jacket and polishes the metal stick, "you may ask as many questions as you would like, darling."

you gulp slightly, "what should i call you?"

he noticably tenses up for a moment before he gently sets the rod down, then turns to you, while adjusting his glasses, "mirai sasaki. though, you may have heard of me under my hero name: sir nighteye."

"oh, you worked with all might, didn't you? is that why you have so much merchandise of him?"

he nods, "the merchandise you intended to steal, yes."

you frown, frustrated that he was still hung up on that — you thought it was time to move on, but apparently not. "well, i'm sorry about that, sir."

he saunters up where you are tied up, metal rod in hand, and uses it under your chin so you look up to meet his penetrating stare, "if you are good, i might forgive you." he drops the rod and roughly prods the side of your clothed thigh, "we must get rid of these first."

[NSFW]

the contraption that was restricting you held your ankles in such a way that your legs where slightly parted. close enough together to allow sir nighteye to yank your bottoms down in one swift motion, leaving you in your panties. however, your legs were still far enough apart to provide space for his slender fingers to rub your labia through the damp fabric.

you gasp at how sudden he was, though you should've expected only efficiency from such a esteemed man. and it was only now that you take a look down to see your bottoms hanging around your ankles that you notice the contraption was holding you a couple inches off the ground yet he still towered over you.

"so wet already, hm?" he whispers, hot breathe tingling against your neck, his lips only inches away from your tender skin.

"mhm.." you whined, partially embarrassed by him finding out how turned on you are, but mostly too enthralled by his expert fingers against your needy clit to care.

soon, he tugged your panties to the side, circling your labia with his finger to gather your slick before licking those same fingers, promptly sticking them up your soaking cunt, causing you to yelp a little.

however, the pain from the initial stretch to accommodate his two digits quickly faded into pure pleasure. even when he wasn't moving, your eyes were still screwed shut while you moaned endlessly, feebly bucking your hips as much as you could.

he swiftly put an end to your unwanted movements by a harsh wack to the thigh with the metal rod, "behave. the true experience hasn't begun yet."

"when'll it start? i need you.. s' bad, sir." you choke, panting heavily and biting your bottom lip to distract yourself from the unmet needs between your thighs.

"since you asked so nicely." his fingers pump in and out of your pussy, lewd squealing noises echoing through the room with each disgusting slap of his palm against your clit. at first he is slow and thorough, making sure the base of his fingers are right the way inside you before pulling out, even curling them a little which would send a lust-fuelled spark up your spine ever single time.

his pace gradually worked up to being more hasty, more severe. his hand was rapidly thrusting in and out of your hole at a speed you couldn't even begin to compute. and every time you tried, his palm would slam into your clit again and send another mind-numbing jolt of pleasure to your brain.

while you moaned, he watched with a fiery intensity. eyes locked to your face, observing every subtle movement and slight twitch. he was obsessed with the way you looked for him, so greedy yet so innocent. all for his gaze only.

because of how observant he was, as soon as you felt your orgasming coiling inside you, he instantly ceased, preventing you from reaching your climax. once you were able to pry your eyes open, you pouted at him and groan, "huh?"

"not yet." with the cloth kept in his pocket, he carefully wipes clean his slick-coated fingers and gets on his knees. "remember, this is a punishment as well as rehabilitation." his angular features partially hidden between your plush thighs was an interesting sight. but you weren't able to appreciate it for long as your eyes rolls back into your head at the euphoric feeling of his tongue plummeting into your hole.

it squirms around, getting a taste for your juices, resulting in a hungry moan from him against your pussy, the vibrations tickling your clit. his lips lap it all up, while his tongue works your aching insides, plunging into you repeatedly.

exploring within the confines of your tight walls, eventually the tip of his tongue finds the gummy spot in you that makes your toes curl every time he brushes up against it. his mouth fucks you out feverishly; such an austere man losing his restraint was such a turn on for you, and had your pussy clenching around his tongue.

"mph— i need you.." you mewl out into the emptiness of the room.

meanwhile sasaki's face heats up red between your thighs. although eating you out was admittedly hot as fuck and had him pitching a slight tent in his grey trousers, it didn't fluster him because he viewed it as a process towards your punishment, opposed to an activity to feed his own lust.

that was, until he heard you call for him in that way — so lecherous and dirty. it had all the blood in his body either rushing to his cheeks or dick. that was when he realised he might be doing this to serve his own sexual fantasies instead of preventing villainy and helping you see the beauty in joy.

but it's something he has commit to. so what ever the overarching reason may be, he can deconstruct it later. for now, he has to see through what he started.

'see through' in the board sense. that didn't apply when he was tongue-deep in your cunt, devouring your insides like a starved, depraved man until your whole body was shaking and you were on the very edge of a climax. which is when he decided to pull out.

your eyes shoot open at the missing warmth against your pussy, and you inhale sharply. deeply uncomfortable with how the sweet bubbling release within your core was swept away in an instant and you were left with a longing ache between your legs. to be fair, he did give you a warning so you can't say this was unexpected, but certainly dissatisfying.

"sir, c'mon.." you plead, pretty cheeks glistening with tears, "wanna cum for you."

"you will, my dear. trust me." he slowly gets up from the floor, cleaning his sticky cheeks and lips with the cloth again. "it pains me to do this but i hope you are learning a very valuble lesson about grief. it's not nice, is it?"

"no.." you mutter, gaze cast to the ground in shame.

but your swiftly met with a harsh sting on your thigh by the wrath of his metal rod, "look at me."

reluctantly, you lift your head up so your watery eyes meet his, and he stares down upon you with scorn. he asserts, "say that again."

"no."

"full sentence."

"no, it's not a nice feeling." you mumble to stop your voice from trembling. your eyes are locked to his, so you pick up on the very subtle change in his expression — he's contented with your response.

"excellent. i think you deserve to finish now." he turns his back to you and walks over to the table. from how far away you are, you can't properly see what is laid out on the surface besides the tapes and samples, but you can tell there are many things.

once he's collected everything he needs, he comes back over with a few items in his big hands. first, there is vibrator in the shape of a c, which he stuffs into your cunt and allows the tail to hang out, positioning it so it brushes perfectly against your swollen clit. you moan quietly the whole time while he is toying around, fixing it inside you. and though he acts unbothered, really you are feeding his lewd desires and worsening his throbbing erection.

then he has a metal plug which he coats in generously in lube, then slips his arm behind you and shoves it into your ass. when he does so, you yelp and jerk against your restraints at the harsh insertion. but your pussy only gets wetter at how full and conjested you are.

"we will get started when i come back." he states, heading towards the door on the other side of the room.

your mind is already a bit foggy , so he is a few paces away by the time you figure out what he's doing, but then you promptly call out, in a slurred salacious voice, "huh, where're you going?"

"to make myself a cup of coffee. i'll be right back."

"what?! don't leave me here al—" before you could even finish your thought, the door slams shut behind him and he is gone. you can only trust that he'll be back soon to please you.

you let out a deep sigh; the first in what felt like ages. but the relief didn't last long as the wind was almost immediately knocked out of you again at the toy stuffed into your pussy beginning to vibrate. and not lightly either, it was essentially thrashing around inside you and destroying your clit.

you assume this would only last a couple seconds and sir nighteye was only doing this to tease you but no. it went on for ages, the piece of plastic ravaging your walls and poor clit for minutes on end. to the point you were shaking and twisting in your restraints, trying to deal with the copious amount of pleasure surging through you.

you screamed and shouted but you don't think anyone heard you. or maybe he did and he just gets off on this shit. either way you couldn't keep it all inside; it was unbelievably good yet it was just so fucking much. to the point you were gasping for air.

with a vibrator on full shoved into your pussy and abusing your clit, and a buttplug that would send jolts of hot ecstasy rushing through you whenever you'd arch your back against the wall behind you, it wasn't long at all until your first orgasm.

then your second and third rolled out directly afterwards. your thighs being covered with more and more slick each time.

by the time sir nighteye came back with his coffee, you were probably on your fourth or fifth — you lost count — and your sore body was laying limp against the cuffs that held you upright, with your head hanging low as your neck no longer had the strength to carry it.

"look at this." he takes a sip of his drink, while sitting down in the chair adjacent to the table, "you're a mess."

"st— stop, sir. ngh, t' much." you somehow find the strength to coak out, despite the heavy vibrations battering your poor cunt.

"i will stop after you squirt." he declares, completely unwavered by your dishevelled state. he folds his legs and stares at you while holding his cup, waiting patiently.

"sir!" you squeal, body consulving in sheer pleasure, and you grit your teeth together to stop yourself from letting out and ungodly shriek and you feel another seering climax build in your core, blistering your insides. it was so horny and good at first but now it was growing overwhelming, "please, please, please!"

"fine." sir nighteye sighs in defeat.

with that, the contraption you were held to suddenly deactivates and the cuffs around your wrists and ankles retract. therefore, without the support of the metal, you immediately fall to the ground and land on your hands and knees. and the force from hitting the ground sends the toy straight out of your hole, aided by your cumulative wetness.

the plug in you ass stays put, not that you were awfully worried about that one anymore now that the main source of the stimulation was gone, leaving you with great relief. you take a moment to catch your breath.

"come here, my dear. sit with me."

your legs are still trembling so naturally when you try to stand up, you immediately fall back down. in fact that's when you realise your whole body feels like jelly, even your arms are so weak they can barely keep you from face-planting into the ground — your previous orgasms have truly wracked your whole nervous system.

despite clearly seeing you being a fumbling mess and struggling to even stand or kneel, sir nighteye just watches silently, not offering you a hand even when you look to him with a glossy gaze.

after a couple mintues of clumsily stumbling around, you are able to half-walk / half-crawl over to where he is sat, but you fall over again just as you reach him, leaving you kneeled on the ground with your forehead pressed against his leg.

that's when he finally extends a hand you, and slips his arms under yours and pulls you up onto his lap, so you are stradling his legs and facing him. you flop against his chest, his toned abs comforting your cheek from through his white shirt.

"you've learned your lesson now, haven't you?" he hums, your head wrapped up in his arms as he idly strokes your hair.

"mhm.." you say into his chest.

"you won't commit any other crimes?"

you don't respond. at first you didn't have any issue with lying to him but now that he's cradling you in his arms like a precious doll, you feel the need to be more transparent with him.

he takes your lack of response as an answer, "understood. i punished you for the crime you did, even so i have yet to give you any incentive to remain righteous."

as he explains himself, his hands work to unbuckle his belt, so he can pull his cock free. your eyes are glued to his monstrous length as it bounces out, slapping against your thigh. he hooks his arms under your ass and lifts you up while he aligns himself with your sopping hole.

regardless of your recent encounter with the vibrator, you were still eager to be filled up with his cock, and for him to fuck your wanton hole until your legs don't work again. "c'mon.." you whine, burying yourself into his neck while he held you over his cock. cuddling into him was similar to nuzzling a statue but it still brought you some semblence of comfort.

especially as his hold on you finally released and you were left to sink down on his massive length, your slick entrance inviting him inside you, and facilitating your hole to gobble him up, all the way to the base despite how you wriggled and writhed.

his teeth grit together. he wanted to blurt all sorts of profanities about how fucking tight you are and how you are an angel that takes him so well, but he choked it back. replaced by faint grunts and sighs.

his vicious stare didn't part from your body for even a second. he was utterly mesmerised by the way your cunt swallowed him whole. and upon noticing your twitching thighs, he was reminded that you weren't going to be able to ride him, so he utilised his hand on your ass to force you up and down on his length, at a pace he was in control of.

he basically used your body is a fucktoy for his own climax, groping your ass how he liked, using your sore hole as his own, and toying with your plug whenever it appealed it him — tugging and twisting it, he loved making you squirm.

it wasn't long before another sizzling pool of pleasure was accumulating in your stomach, but this time it felt different. not only hotter but deeper too. his cock had that effect on you; the way it slammed into your cervix over and over again ignited something carnal within you.

"sir, m' gu— gnh—" the sounds falling from your bruised lips were hardly words anymore and just syllables. you couldn't form a coherent sentence with how his cock was ploughing into you. " 'm gunna cum!"

"go on. go on." sasaki spoke it like a mantra through bared teeth, eyes screwed shut as he revels in your tight pussy clenching down on him.

as the fluid coil in your core finally snapped, you found yourself gushing around his cock, drenching his grey trousers in the process. though you were too consumed by the sensation to care; your back was arched into him and a scream-like moan departed from your throat.

"(y/n)." he rasps at how your walls spasm around his length, and it tips him right over the edge into his orgasm. as he releases his hot seed into you, he lands harsh slaps to your ass repeatedly, punctuating each with a "fuck" under his breath. he kept smacking it until there was a searing red handprint left on your skin.

not that you minded. it was actually quite sexy hearing such a strict man lose all control for you — submitting himself to your pussy.

his cum spreads all throughout your insides, coating your walls a sticky white. with your orgasms coinciding, your convulsing pussy fucks him through his high until you've milked him dry of every last drop.

that's when he relaxes in his chair, taking shallow breaths in sync with yours, with your face buried into the crook of his neck. your body melts lazily into his, and one of his hands slowly move from your ass to trace your spine. his cock is still fit snug inside you but you like it that way, and so did he.

"now, for every week you go without committing any crimes, i will take you in a new position. how does that sound, my dear?" he asks through huffs.

"i won't do anything bad ever again." you reply without an ounce of hesitancy.

sir nighteye chuckles lowly, and caresses your lower back, "perfect."

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