#they were like trying to make their case for it and i'm just like “oh yeah I know. yeah. I just don't know who to talk to about it.”

[purple-raspberries]

Julie and Frank Hibernation Sleepover Ficlet!

FINALLY the Flower Monster Au snuggle piece I've been dying to make. It's not a long one (~800 words), but l've been wanting to write this little scene for a while now, and I did it! [insert YIPEE sound clip]

Summary: Julie and Frank have one last conversation as they settle into bed for the Winter.

Vvvvvvv

"Julie. Are you done? Do you need anything else?" Frank asked from his position next to the giant pile of pillows, hay, and sticks that was his and Julie's nest. Fighting the weight of his eyelids, the grey man couldn't help nitpicking some last minute details of his surroundings. Picking up a small plush apple with a face on it, he turned it slightly and set it back. There!

From within the nest, already under a blanket, Julie responds with a yawn, "Yess, Frank. Stop worrying your silly head and come to bed." She found his fussing rather funny. Silly Frank, why bother trying to find a place for everything when it was just going to end up somewhere else come Spring?

After one last look at everything, Frank concedes and gives in to the exhaustion in his limbs and crawls into his spot among the fluffy quilts and leaves. "Scoot over, will you?"

Ever since the pink rainbow monster proposed the two of them hibernate together all those clock turns ago, Frank and Julie have spent every winter in each other's company. They had been friends for long enough that it just seemed like the natural thing to do. Frank had agreed almost immediately, much to both of their surprise.

Oh, the amount of cartwheels Julie did when he agreed! She had missed the feeling of others around her as she slept. As much as she relished in her independence, there certain things you just couldn't replace with music or a stuffed animal. Even in sleep, the notion of something not being "quite right" still followed her.

Those had been a rough few Winters.

On his part, Frank hadn't ever thought too much about hibernation. Actually— no. That was a lie, but the sleeping part wasn't what bothered him. He spent much of Autumn making maps and lists, and keeping tabs on the different bugs and colonies that needed to be put to bed in winter. He even has a little terrarium just in case he needs to house a few during the deep freeze. His nests where neat and perfectly sized, full of every soft thing he could find and then some (he was picky about what did and didn't go in it). Waking up would have been the hardest part of the whole ordeal, if he was being honest. If it wasn't for the bugs and plants that needed him, he'd probably manage to sleep a whole extra week!

Yet, ever since he agreed to sleep over with Julie he's felt oddly… well rested. It was strange at first. you'd think with how she moves in her sleep that she'd be a nightmare to sleep next to, for three months no less! But, no. Each Spring Frank has woken up to since then has been as easygoing and refreshing as a rainbow monster could expect.

"Heheheh…" Julie scoots to the side and curls up around a grub-shaped pillow.

Frank ignores the brief well of emotion in his chest at this and pulls up a blanket with a big yawn. However, his nest-mate, it seemed, still had enough energy to kick her feet at his legs from under her own blankets. Frank kicks back half-heartedly before sitting up and tucking said blankets firmly under his rambunctious little friend.

"Julie!" he scolds without heat, "That's enough. I thought you were ready to sleep? Don't tell me you've changed your mind." He drops back down with a quiet groan.

Julie giggles softly in response. "No, I am sleepy. So, soooo—" she yawns, "—sleepy." She blinks blearily at her fellow monster from over the grub's head. Equally bleary, Frank blinks back at her. "I'm just so happy you're my friend. When we wake up, let's have the best breakfast ever."

Frank rolls to face her, carefully brushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear. In the den-like darkness he smiles at her, chest warm. Sleep would claim them any moment now, he could feel it. But, he couldn't help indulging his dearest friend one more time, "I think… anything tastes good when you're hungry. Especially after you sleep for three months."

"And all the cooking…" Luckily the two of them were early risers.

"Yes, that too," he tugs his blanket up to his chin, "but we have bread and fruit in the freezer. …And pancake mix and jams in the pantry." A pause. "…Do you want toast or pancakes?" he asks quietly.

"Yeeaaaah… maybe… maybe a toast….sandwich. With….honey."

The two of them have closed their eyes by this point, yet they hang on even as the lull of winter's sleep blankets their thoughts and voices.

"jus' honey?"

"Aaand… peanu' budder." Julie hums sleepily, savoring the imagined breakfast treat.

Frank rolls onto his back, "And some warm milk…." He adds another item to his mental list of Spring morning activities. "…B'sides, we can ask Poppy or… H'dy if we need som'n else, anyway..." he mumbles. Next to him Julie fumbles around for his arm, falling still when she finds it. Frank lets her.

"… …"

"… …"

"…G'night, Frank."

"…'Night,… Julie."

Nothing follows save for the rhythmic sounds of breathing and snowfall outside the curtained window.

[written-in-knife]

Wait, I'm Coming With You

Ace Trappola x gn!reader, pre-relationship but can be read as completely platonic

they/them pronouns, fluff? open ended

WC: 997

I’ve been thinking about Ace x Yuu recently because obviously, why wouldn’t I? And I heard Wait For Me from Hadestown. I’m not the biggest song fics fan but OH FUCK DUDE.

Crowley had found you a way home, insisting you take it, forcing you to say your good-byes. This was what was always supposed to happen though, right? You weren’t supposed to be here in the first place, you didn’t exist in this world past the shores of the Isle of Sages. But it was disappointing for so many reasons. You’d made friends here, a literal crowd of them standing in the Mirror Chamber to see you off. Who knew what was waiting for you on the other side of the mirror after so much time away? Did you even have anyone still expecting you to come back? Or were you leaving all these people you loved behind to go back to nothing at all? To be left all alone? What’s more, even with this crowd of friends that were gathered to watch you go, you were missing one. Your longest standing friend, other than Grim.

Ace wasn’t here.

You wondered if he didn’t want to say good-bye, if he felt betrayed by you leaving after everything the two of you had been through and decided not to come. He could get petty like that. You wondered if he was even coming. You dragged your good-byes out as long as possible, trying to give Ace time in case he just overslept or lost track of time doing something else. But Crowley hurried you along, practically tearing Grim from your arms to usher you towards the mirror. You hesitated at the threshold, glancing back over the faces of your friends, teary eyes and brave smiles and forced indifference. But no heart. You’d lifted your foot to step through the mirror when the door slammed open, making your head whip back around.

“Wait for me!” The familiar voice shouted from the back of the crowd, a few people huffing their displeasure as he shoved his way forward. “I’m coming!”

When Ace popped out of the front of the crowd, he didn’t stop until he was in line with you, his usual wide smile across his face. You gave him a confused look, eyes drifting to the suitcase he was carrying.

“Trappola, are you going somewhere?” Crowley asked, pulling the question from your mouth before you had time to ask it.

“Yeah.” He nodded, sounding more confident than he ever had since you’d known him, turning back to face you. “I’m coming with you.”

“Excuse me?” Crowley’s eyebrows shot up behind his mask as he gaped at him incredulously.

“That was an option?!” Grim shouted from the Headmage’s arms, thrashing around to try to get to the ground.

“...What?” You asked softly, searching his eyes for the gleam you knew to look for after so long. The hint of a prank behind his eyes, ready to laugh the second you fell for it. But there was nothing. His eyes were warm and determined and focused solely on you.

He just kept smiling at you, reaching over to grab your hand and ignoring the muttering from the crowd behind you. You’d told him your fears of going home. Late night discussions with your best friend about fears when he was hiding out at Ramshackle, about going back to nothing with no way back, having to spend the rest of your life with just memories of the most fun you’d ever had in your life with the best friends you'd ever had in your life. His fingers squeezed around yours for a moment before he turned to the mirror, fully prepared to walk through it.

“Wait, what about your dad? And your brother?” You asked quickly, tugging him back to you when he lifted a foot to step through.

“They’ll be alright.” He shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Somebody will tell em where I went, that’s more than you got.”

“Trappola.” Crowley said firmly, walking over to put himself between the two of you and the mirror. “I’m afraid I cannot allow you to go with them. You have no place there.”

“Then I’ll make one.” Ace protested, hand holding yours tighter.

“Trappola--”

“Either I’m leaving or Yuu is staying here.” He held firm, no hint of nerves in his voice, no hesitation. “We’re a package deal.”

Ace being with you would make going home tolerable if there was nothing waiting for you. If neither of you existed in that world, then at least you would be alone together. But you didn’t want to do that to him, you knew how horrible it felt sometimes to not technically exist. He had family here, he had a whole life after Night Raven to go explore what he was going to do in a world he understood and fit into. You knew what his answer would be, it was the same every time you’d asked him in the past. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do after Night Raven, but he was going to take you along with him. You’d never taken that at face value until now. You’d always thought it was something he said to make you feel better about your ambiguous status in this world, always walking the line between being here and having to go home. But it made you think about what staying would look like. What staying with him would look like. It never sounded like a bad option, for awhile you figured it was your only option with how often Crowley seemed to forget about finding you a way home entirely.

“I wouldn’t mind… staying.” You offered hesitantly, practically clinging to Ace’s hand, hoping Crowley wouldn’t try to tear the two of you apart.

You felt Ace tense up beside you as Crowley sighed heavily, rubbing at one of his temples with the hand that wasn’t keeping Grim off the floor. He felt coiled like a spring, ready to make a break for it, either for the door behind or the mirror ahead, but ready to go with you.

He was always ready to go with you.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI

MASTERLIST

[womanofwords]

The Missing Component (Part 23)

Neglected!hijabi!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

Cassandra and Barbara were next in line to spoil you, their weapon of choice being a spa day. "Hi, little sister," Barbara smiled, expecting you to be at the door.

She got the girls.

"Listen, you little shits, my mother had better have a good time or we will feed you to our little sister," Spirit ordered.

"We understand," Barbara said, calmly.

"If she is hurt in any way, we end all of you," Spark threatened. IRIS brandished her blade extensions as a warning.

"That is quite clear," Barbara said. "Come along, Cassandra. Y/N, we have a spa day to go to."

"Really? Oh, OK," you said. Your face looked hopeful, innocent, as you went with your sisters. If you only knew of the faces your daughters were pulling behind your back.

"So, Y/N, it's not every day you get a spa day with your sisters, is it?" Barbara asked you. "How often do you even have a spa day, anyway?"

"It's about every month, although I do skip a month sometimes when I'm not up for it." You didn't even know it, but you were already making them feel inadequate. "It's usually with my sisters of science. I start with a full mani-pedi, then I get my hair done, and end with a facial."

Good for you, Cassandra signed.

"Honestly, I think it could be nice to have this time with you," you rambled on. "I never got to have those sisterhood moments growing up. I spent so much time alone, I just figured that I was an only child."

We should never have treated you like that, Y/N, Cassandra said.

"It's . . . nice to hear that from you," you said, smiling.

The spa your sisters took you too was very classy, much classier than the one you went to with your 'sisters of science'. You got escorted to the back and experienced spa workers got to work on you.

Cass and Barb couldn't help but to stare at you as you were pampered. You really were what the family had been missing all this time. You were perfect and sweet, not like them at all. And they'd rewarded your sweetness by neglecting you, abandoning you, and driving you away from them. Clearly, you'd been damaged as a result, because you'd retreated into a laboratory where you lived with nobody except your four robotic daughters.

"Y/N, do you like living so far away from us?" Barbara asked.

"Mmm?" You'd barely heard them.

"Gotham's a long way away from New York," Barbara rephrased. "Don't you get lonely?"

"No. I made loads of friends. Turns out people really like me these days, not like school used to be or home."

This was getting worse, much worse. Every interaction with you just highlighted how much they'd failed when they had you with them. They needed to find some way to keep you here.

"So, Y/N, we were thinking maybe you could move here full-time. It'd make you closer to family, and we'd get to bond with you far more effectively." Barbara floated the idea the way you'd float a paper boat down a river; very gently in case it sank like a stone.

"No, thanks. I wouldn't like it, and neither would my girls. Not missing the crime rate for anything," you said, firmly. "They are New Yorkers, through and through. It's where they were raised."

Cassandra and Barbara settled down, feeling dread settle in. You were supposed to be with them, and you were still trying to pry yourself away. It was those robots. They needed to get out of their way before they got turned into scrap metal.

"Do you reckon that Y/N's daughters are going to do more than just threaten us?" Barbara asked Cassandra.

They seem to be all talk so far.

"I'm worried that they'll progress past talk and try something . . . more, like sabotage or surveillance. Duke and Stephanie say they know about them being Signal and Spoiler. What if they tell people? What if they tell Y/N?"

We'll come up with fake alibis. It's not so hard to do.

"We can't risk anything happening to our relationship with Y/N. We need to win over her daughters, too."

I'll see what I can do.

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[doctorjuvenile]

More analysis of Nora's VHS collection + her character, and personal musings

Some of you may have already seen me posting about how I've been going through Nora's VHS collection and watching the movies IRL, and drawing some incredible parallels with the Pickpoet ship and Kat's fate in particular (see this reblog thread between me and @door-insurance)

Since then, I've watched several more movies and found some reoccurring themes in them:

A lot of these movies feature WLW characters or girls who haven't quite figured out they're queer yet. (Poison Ivy, Heavenly Creatures, The Hunger)

Shoutout to My Own Private Idaho which is MLM - I really liked this one lol

There is a strong recurring theme of movies about outlaws, or being on the run (Thelma & Louise, Boys on the Side, Drugstore Cowboy, Bad Girls)

The outlaw thing must've been a particular fantasy of Nora's, since saying "Nora's an outlaw!" in the Garage Band chapter gets you approval (+1 Heart)

And then a few movies that just came out around the period and relate to being a teenager and coming of age (Fast Times at Ridgemont High)

So that's her VHS collection out of the way, that brings me to my musings.

In 2022, Autumn will express regret over not being more supportive of Nora's dreams when they were teens (i.e. of being a famous rock star, someone other [queer] girls can look up to). Swann can agree that Autumn should've been more supportive (-1 Heart) and say "Aren't kids supposed to have big dreams?"

This is where Nora becomes terribly relatable for me because - and I'm sure is the case for many others as well - I had a lot of big dreams I gave up for the reality of a more conventional adult existence, too. The outlaw thing definitely gets me - since I still daydream about hopping on a bus never to be seen again - and as I was watching these movies I thought idly about how Nora used them while she was growing up to explore her inner world and fantasize, and then how different a woman she ended up becoming in her middle age.

I think it's also worth noting how none of the women (Swann, Autumn, Nora) seem overtly happy by the time 2022 rolls around, but oh well, reality is reality and they're all making do the best they can as middle-aged women and all the responsibilities thereof. If Nora is about to bail on the reunion, she'll mutter aloud to herself [sic] "I have a good life... I've got Melissa, the kids, our beautiful house..." but it sounds like she's trying to convince herself she's happy.

Really: none of us can stay the same as we were when were teens - unless you're Kat, and Kat is the most tragic of them all.

(This is gonna get dark) Kat reminds me of two people in the community we lost when I was in high school, over ten years ago - a girl who was bullied relentlessly both online and off and whose suicide reached international news, and a boy who used to walk home with me in kindergarten and was killed by a car before graduation. Likely you yourself might know someone that never got to grow up - sixteen forever - and that's part of why the ending where Nora stays to the end of the reunion and resolves to honour Kat's memory by writing her a song is so emotional and meaningful.

Anyway! We can't stay stuck in the past forever, the best thing you can do is live a long and productive life, but this is why I just love the ending where everyone stays for the reunion. The girls rekindle their bond as grown women, and they all part ways, friends again, and move on with their lives. (Nora can ask Autumn "Think you'd come back here [The Blue Spruce]?" and Autumn will reply with "Hm... no.")

[creme-de-mint]

kind of sounds like a tamil issue. remind me which states bore the brunt of portuguese fench and dutch invasions? oh right. south indian states

i see we've bypassed "caste is a british invention" to "misogyny in tamil language and tradition is a dutch/portugese/french invention". that's interesting though, and i'm sure ur not just making baseless racist statements about our language. so can you provide at least one reliable source backing up your claim? a legitimate study would be nice but i'll be generous and take anything that isn't swarajya or opindia.

remind me which religions have institutional misogyny again? oh right, christianity and islam.

remind me which religion did not allow women to enter a temple becuase the god is a mega pervert? which religion's society codifies and upholds practices that renders dalit women as among the most oppressed in the world?

as for kerala...aren't 70% of SA cases incestous

it is true most of the time SA is committed by someone the victim knows which includes family members. but that's true for SA in general so why's that relevant here? are u claiming this is unique to kerala or south india? again, provide sources. and very funny that op was claiming a high ground when it came to pakistanis committing inbreeding but here u are at least affirming that indians are much the same. nice

the every sate to 0% comment...nice way to include the hindi belt in your inbreeding issues

nice try! south has the highest rates but the hindi belt and other northern states are not that far behind. it is the north east with the lowest rates.

okay. without pulling up the manusmriti, state the passages about misogyny in hinduism

aw why not manusmriti? i know its undefendable even by yall but isn’t it what the rss overlords want for bharat? but anyway here u go [x] [x scroll to 24.46-47a] [x] [x] [gita]

don't dravidian purists also claim they're not hindu?

can't speak for everyone but i for sure am not :) but there's also a lot of people who never were "hindu" not just the "dravidian purists"

very interesting you'd try to wash off these issue as a south only problem (which is not even true but i'll play along) when i thought yall were all about hindu and national unity :( i see we're indians only when u want to claim our language and people when convenient :]

What is subversion?

A Pakistani "Desi" content creator made a reel where she pokes fun at the "South Asian" tradition of wives not calling their husbands with their name, accompanied with a caption saying how she will break this "Desi" tradition. All the young Muslimahs in the replies (who gladly wear the hijab) started to channel their feminist energy and criticise how calling husband not by his name is patriarchal and misogynistic because "husbands don't do the same".

First of all, Hindu husbands don't call their wives by their names either, but their firstborn child's name's mother, just like the wives call their husbands their firstborn child's name's father. And if their children aren't yet born then they'd indirectly call them, or say swami and stree. It is a sign of respect and love in our culture. It's not a must, you can call by name too, but especially when children are born, it's just deep in our culture to call our spouse with firstborn child's name's mom or dad. Similarly, elder siblings aren't called by their names either. Secondly, if Pakistanis do it only one way - wives don't call their husbands by their names but the husbands call their wives by their names, doesn't mean that's "Desi culture". That's Pakistanis' culture and the patriarchy and misogyny stuff is all attached to the inbred Pakistani Muslim culture, not to our Hindu culture. Thirdly, if East Asians do it it's cute, right? But if "Desis" (Hindus, idk and idgaf about "South Asians") do it then suddenly it's a "Desi" (read Indic) tradition that's patriarchal and needs to be broken.

The subversion here is that a tradition, which is being called "Desi" or "South Asian" (by Muslims or Pakistanis) is portrayed in a false manner which shows it in a completely wrong light, then everyone starts shitting on Indian culture based on that, and then these Pakistanis or Muslims can "revert" to the "pure" Islamic tradition of equality. Perhaps , those Muslimahs in the comments should start bringing equality by taking off their hijab or something (not that I care about their religious beliefs).

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

It says something that both of my conservative christian parents in their mid/late 50s told me this week that they think I need to start therapy/counseling or at least see about getting anti- anxiety medication.

[mayonakako]

oh, he's upset. she expected that, and guilt crawls and twists within her like some horrid snake. still, her gaze does not waver as she waits for him to take this strange little test. if he's decided he no longer wants to speak to her, that's fine. she's used to people leaving. it's usually out of disinterest, promises broken as the emails and phone calls simply cease. someone ending their friendship in anger... that's new. it'll hurt, but... if that's what it takes to keep her town safe...

for a moment, it looks like kuzunoha will leave. deny her entirely. and then when will they be? how will she ever get a chance to test whether or not he can access the tv world ever again? she's about to ask again, but then he relents. his displeasure is made apparent as he approaches the tv, and places his palm against the monitor like she'd asked.

and nothing happens.

"oh, thank god." she says, louder than she'd intended, and she immediately throws the golf club to the side in relief. kuzunoha isn't the murderer...! he's just got magic powers! all is well with the world! ( well, it isn't, seeing as the murderer is still running around out there somewhere, but it's not her friend! ) all tension in her stance fades, the steel and uncertainty in her eyes fades, replaced with their usual warmth, and she closes the gap between them.

"sorry. that was weird, i know," she says softly, unable to keep eye contact for long. kuzunoha seems... hurt, somehow. it's difficult, knowing she caused it. "it's just..."

a deep breath.

"you've heard about the serial murder case, right? two women were murdered in april, then recently, teenagers have gone missing, as though they've vanished off the face of the planet, only to turn up completely unharmed later."

she looks down at the tv, then presses her own hand against the monitor again. the rings form and the glass gives way, pulling her hand in. she makes sure he saw the phenomenon, then pulls her hand back out.

"i know it sounds hard to believe, but there's another world inside the tv. that world... it's filled with monsters called shadows... and fog. when the fog lifts on that side, it grows foggy here. the shadows get violent, and they attack whoever is in there... and the victim dies. the culprit, whoever they are, is making use of this phenomenon to kidnap and murder people. so when i saw that you had supernatural abilities..."

i had no choice. i had to clear you in my mind as a suspect.

"i'm sorry. i just... ngh." she rubs her temple, wincing. her headache is growing worse, despite her not wanting to let it show, "i had to be sure. my friends and i... for whatever reason, we can access the tv world. the power i showed you earlier... we all have it. with that power, we've been rescuing the victims from the tv and trying to pin down the culprit. that's... that's the short version, anyways."

A threat?

Admittedly, that wasn’t the first time the boy had heard something similar aimed his way, though it wasn’t commonly from the mouths of humans. But right now, it was the fact that it was coming from a human, from somebody that was supposed to be a friend, which bothered him. It hurt. He hadn’t expected for something like that to hurt so badly anymore, but it did. All the more unexpected was the ache it caused in his chest as faint recollections of long buried moments in the past came to the surface, like the whispers of ghosts in his ears.

That’s the one. The child who sees demons.

He’s too strong to be human. Something is wrong with him!

You can’t trust that boy. He’s one of them.

Oh, so you knew his father. I heard that his mother was–

Raidou forced those thoughts from his mind, voices of people he hadn’t seen since he’d left the village. They were no longer in his life, but the emotions their memories evoked were still present, were still very real, hidden just beneath the surface. Suddenly the summoner had to make a very real effort to focus on Yoshinaga. His heart had quickened in his chest before he’d ever realized, causing the boy to become just a little dizzy for a small, fleeting instant. Gone before he could falter. Those bright eyes continued to watch, waiting to see what she would do.

Yoshinaga was suspicious of him. That much, Raidou could understand to a degree. After all, the secret of his supernatural abilities had been laid bare, and while his friend had only witnessed a fraction of his capabilities, it was enough to spook anyone. Normal people didn’t command demons, nor did they fight monsters on a regular basis. But then, if his abilities were to blame for this sudden shift in the younger girl, then one could call her own abilities into question. Yoshinaga, too, could summon in some capacity. Why would she feel threatened by him when she would wield a similar power?

All would be explained, she promised, and for just a brief second, Raidou didn’t quite believe her. Something between them had fractured after the battle was over and they had come into contention. It splintered just a little more when she instructed him to touch that old TV. The look he fixed the girl with, asking without words if she was serious. Skepticism, frustration. She was dead serious.

He wanted to leave right then. Just turn and climb out, let her figure her own way home. But something stopped him, some inner voice telling him to wait, to be patient. This whole situation felt foolish and needlessly cryptic, but Raidou knew that he needed to indulge her. He wasn’t going to deny that he was just a little upset. The emotion had clawed its way to the surface, his usually blank, placid face just a little tense with frustration.

The boy locked eyes with Yoshinaga as he slowly came forward, staring into her very soul as he reached out to place his palm against the cracked television screen. And then… nothing. There was nothing but silence and lingering disappointment. His hand fell from the screen as his lean arms came to cross loosely over his chest. The frown on his visage deepened, his gaze unwavering, expectant. He was silently demanding an explanation, those full lips pursed lightly with displeasure.

[sskk-manifesto]

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

omg guys yesterday i said i was gonna answer asks and disappeared sorry TWT

[vampiricsheep]

so since I may be free this summer after all, would anyone be interested in an RP event that's a potluck? I've been wanting to do it for ages but there's never any interest compared to other themes

for a discord rp, I would make a separate server explicitly for this purpose so you don't have to be in any guilds or anything! I would also delete the server (or at least channel, if people would like an event-planning server long-term) after a week - enough time for people to read over their stuff but not preserved forever and ever.

[balconyswirls]

dragon republic is making me want to pull my hair out

[coquelicoq]

i was so annoyed at the last episode of story of ml like oh it was the emperor's and gty's plan all along? fuck you. what a copout. like first of all you (gty) were lying to your wife for like forty episodes and other than one scene where she gets to be mad about it (but the audience doesn't even realize that's what she's mad about) it's just completely dropped DESPITE THE FACT that the number one most interesting thing about this show is her struggle to trust and rely on other people in particular her husband (who was apparently lying to her for forty episodes and IN PARTICULAR lying to her about his ability to prioritize her safety and stability! the thing she has trust issues about!!!!!!). and secondly you (the show) were lying to ME and not even in an at all satisfying way just so you could handwave all the tension you had been torturing me with as like "don't worry about it bro." okay well sorry i am worried about it because you made me worry about it and you made me think you were doing something interesting related to the show's themes of powerlessness and hierarchy and trust but you WEREN'T. this show is really good at showing how even power doesn't give you freedom or protect you from being controlled and manipulated so the emperor's paranoia and gty's sudden fall from grace made sense as things that could happen but then it turned out that they had been making flower crowns in their friendship meadow the whole time?? like way to build up an incredible body of energy and then go absolutely nowhere with it!

[xoxojisu]

"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."

synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)

notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry

ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.

you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.

and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)

he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.

so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.

right?

-

it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.

"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.

katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."

"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."

"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.

the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.

"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."

"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."

"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"

"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"

the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.

"all of you, shut the hell up!"

"just admit it. you're in love."

he gritted his teeth.

"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.

"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.

you froze.

what?

was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?

your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?

..right?

"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"

you held your breath.

"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."

your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.

insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.

you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.

had you just been deluding yourself all this time?

you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.

-

it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.

katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.

on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.

but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.

you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.

you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.

-

katsuki was dying.

two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.

he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.

katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.

and it was fucking killing him.

he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?

he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.

he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.

he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.

he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.

he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.

-

it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.

usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.

the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.

not just away, but away from him.

the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.

and he saw that you weren’t you.

he stared.

throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.

katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.

you blinked up at him. "...what?"

his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.

no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.

"are you okay..?"

"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"

he reached down and grabbed you.

gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)

you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.

"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."

you blinked, suddenly breathless.

he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.

you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.

not at first, anyway.

because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?

you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.

he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.

you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.

“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.

he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”

you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”

“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."

you snort. "the hell?"

he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”

you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.

instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.

you sit like that for a long time.

finally, he speaks up, his voice low.

"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"

your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.

"nothing," you settle with.

he gives you a look.

you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.

"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.

but he did.

and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.

you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.

"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."

your breath hitches.

"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."

you think you might cry.

"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."

you hold back a giggle.

"i love you."

the world stills.

you don’t move.

you don’t speak.

hell, you're scared to breathe.

your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.

he said it.

he said it.

and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.

his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.

you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.

no teasing.

no trying to be brave or play it all off.

just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.

you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.

his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.

you say nothing.

you don’t need to.

because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.

you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.

he breathes in too.

slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.

you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)

you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.

"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.

you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.

"i love you too."

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[navybrat817]

Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Catch more shenanigans with Game Nights. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[sinsofnivan]

JUST THE TIP?! — RE MEN x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: no summary. just the tip gf x balls deep bf trope.

TAGS: implied marathon sex, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, this is all consensual, but just in case, i will tag this as dubious consent.

THIS IS MEANT FOR FANTASY ONLY.

PAIRINGS: LEON KENNEDY/you, LUIS SERRA/you, ALBERT WESKER/you, JACK KRAUSER/you, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/you, CHRIS REDFIELD/you.

A/N: consider this as an apology for being away, and will probably continue to be away after a while. T_T but i hope everyone has been doing well.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

LEON S. KENNEDY. ♡

you don't know how long you both have been indulging in each other—all you know is that your cunt's jus' so sensitive. but you want more. you need more. thinkin' about being empty and not being stretched full by your boyfriend's makin' your waterline glimmer with tears.

"leoooon, please—,"

leon stared at you, in awe that you were still conscious. aware. clearly, he's not fucking you properly. "please what, angel?" "fuck me—fuck me, please. need your cock. just put it in," his fingertips tease your clit, and you whine, shaking your head. "nooo—nooooo . . need your cock. please, leon,"

today, leon finds out his ovulating girlfriend can turn into a literal succubus.

"but you said your cunt's all sore, sweet girl. you were crawling away," open-mouthed kisses are bestowed on your cheek. "just the tip. just put the tip in," leon could feel his cock stir, quickly growing erect with your neediness.

"okay, baby. whatever you say," he kisses your teary eyes before hovering over you and grabbing ahold of your legs. just the tip. just the tip. just the tip. leon has to repeat to himself, lathering the leaking crown with his creampie mixed with your slick.

just the tip. just . . the tip.

your creampied pussy makes a lewd squelch as leon slowly pushes the head in. but you're both in cloud nine, eyes rolling like it's the first time you've fucked each other. "y, yes, like that!" you whimper, reaching over to your hypersensitive clit and making aimless circles.

leon begins to move, only giving your cunt shallow, slow thrusts. "fuck, angel—," he lets his head fall back, pleasure enveloping his tip. your cunt's so fucking wet and warm. your fingers pick up their pace, cunt throbbing with intense pleasure. who knew you could jus' get off from just the tip?

"faster,"

faster?

how can leon do that without shoving himself balls deep into you? "faster—pleaseplease, leon," you sobbed. "y/n—i," he bucked his hips, trying to go faster without splittin' you open with his cock. whimpers are spilling from leon's mouth, growing needier by the second, his vision continuing to blur as he eased just the tip in, as per your request.

the way you were clenching around him, creaming around his cock—it drove him crazy. how could he not fuck you? leon has to reminded himself that you want just the tip. but he's relying solely on instinct. and before he could even realize it, he's plunged himself deep by accident, and you're wide-eyed, an unanticipated orgasm taking you both by surprise.

"leon—♡!"

"y/n—i'm sorry, sorry—,"

he can't stop. he won't stop, pounding you into the mattress and making sure you feel every length of him with every ferocious thrust. he's drooling, watching you squirm. something about seeing your pussy spurt out clear fluid with every push in makes him feral, potentially unlocked a new turn on and fantasy to jerk off to.

"t, told you just the tip," you whimper, sniffling, and leon cradles your head, essentially smushing your face into his chest. "sorry. 'm sorry, sorry—i l, love your cunt." leon sobbed, his hips doing all the work for him, pummeling into you without mercy.

spit's shining on leon's built chest as you automatically kiss and lick at the area. marks in the shape of your canines are left, and leon hisses when you bite him again.

"gonna cum, y, y/n—gonna cum—cumming. 'm cumming, oh god,"

he vigorously rams his cock in your leaking pussy, hard yet hurried; it's sloppy, and leon's just desperate to fill you again. your moans are muffled by his flesh, and leon has yet to notice that he's crushing you with his chest. not that you minded, either.

with a few more unrhythmic slams of his hips, he's spilling himself in you, all of his cum just overspilling as he kept rutting into you. "hah— h, haah . . so good—so good," he babbles, spit dripping on his chin as his eyes rolled back. "leooohn—," you grunt from beneath your boyfriend.

it's only when his orgasm finally comes down that he stops moving, clarity slowly seeping into his fucked out mind. he retires from you almost immediately, now-concerned eyes soaking in the sight of you. did you pass out? "y/n," a hand caresses your rosy cheek.

"y/n, please come back to me,"

"mhh . . "

oh thank god. he knows you're just fine, but he was still worried. "are you okay?" he whispers, brushing away the stray strings of your hair. "i'm sorry, i was . . too into it," you chuckle when you feel him pepper your face with kisses.

"i'm fine. still in one piece, baby."

you both groan when he slowly pulls out, the rest of his creampies spilling out of your gaping cunt. "i love you, leon." you mutter, weakly wrapping your arms around him. "i love you too, angel."

LUIS SERRA. ♡

"luis . . just the tip,"

you both really shouldn't have fooled around with these aphrodisiacs. it's been hours and his cock's yet to come down. luis isn't even sure if he can cum anym—

wait. did he hear that right?

"what'd you say, mami?"

it's harder to hear you when you're bent over, and especially when you're mumbling and barely coherent. "the tip—jus' the tip," you whine. "is my bebé sensitive?" he drags a finger over your slit, and you squeak, body jerking in response. your knees almost gave out. "luiiis . . jus' the tip, p, por favor . . "

you poor thing. he affectionately runs a hand over your spine, down to your ass where he kneads your curvaceous flesh. "por supuesto, amor. we can go slow. and . . just the tip," [ of course, love. ] he thought he could do it. luis can control himself, can go slow if requested—usually—but the drug that ran through his veins made that fucking impossible. swallowing a nervous lump, he prods the tip against your slit. fuck, you're so fucking wet. this wasn't fair.

with a slow push of his hips, your warmth embraces his sensitive cocktip. "oh, fuck. oh my fucking god. dios mio," luis's grip on your ass tightens, his own way of restricting himself. "sólo quiero follarte," [ i just wanna fuck you, ] he confesses, but only thrusts the tip in and nothing else.

"me estás matando aquí, bebé," [ you're killin' me here, baby. ] luis babbled on, a shiver running down spine. "are you sure you're sensitive? y, you've been—you've been always able to take it," turns out, he didn't have it in him to fulfill your request. luis could hear the obscene squelches your creamy pussy made, and his brows narrowed as he winced, almost as if he was pained from your instruction. yet, his restrained thrusts—it was more like gentle rocking, to be honest—continued, the tip pulling out with an obscene pop with every withdrawal of his hips.

he enjoyed it, of course. more than anything. but luis was a greedy, hungry man. yearning more. needing more. your pussy was just so fucking inviting, creaming all over for him with just the tip—fuck, you can't ask this from him.

"bebé—y/n, i can't—can't take it anymore. i have to. t, tengo que follarte," [ i have to fuck you. ] your eyes widened when luis slowly slides in an experimental inch. you squeal, reaching behind you with one arm, but luis just pins it on your back.

the moment he's stuffing himself completely fucking full into you, you're just sobbing, legs shaking from the mind-numbing pleasure. luis was, too, not even realizing he had just cum in you. his hips moved like clockwork, "luis! luiissss—fuck!" was all you could cry out. you squirmed, writhed, tried to crawl away from the addicting pain of pleasure, but he's tugging you right back and slamming himself into you to the hilt.

"lo siento—lo siento bebé. feels good, h, haah . . " [ i'm sorry—i'm sorry, baby. ]

all that cum pouring out of you made it much, much easier to pound that cunt. "h, haaah—fuck! luiiss—," you sobbed, unable to stop your legs from giving out. his chest rests warmly on your back, and you feel a loving kiss pressed on your temple.

"te amo, te amo . . . " he murmured as he pummeled that pussy, making sure that the tip thwacked against your perky cervix and hitting all the right spots. your head rests nicely on the pillow, and you're so fucked out, you think you're about to pass out from all the pleasure.

the bed creaks as luis kept ramming his cock deep into you, and you squeal as another orgasm washes over your body. the nth orgasm made your eyes cross, made you see fucking stars as your legs quivered and you clutched the sheets helplessly. luis didn't see it, but he sure as hell fucking felt it as you squirt all over him and his legs. "dios—dios mio, you're making a fu, fucking mess,"

his thrusts begin to slow down, hard-on still intact, but the aphrodisiac wasn’t as strong as it was from the beginning. blinking, luis realizes he was crushing you by resting his whole weight on you. "shit, shit—y/n, i'm sorry," he shuddered when he slips out of your creampied pussy. "mierda, hace frío," [ shit, it's cold. ] is whispered to himself whilst he gently lays you on your back.

"luiiis . . " you huffed. "that's not the tip," "i know, i know. i'm sorry. but, in my defense, eso es imposible," [ that's impossible to do. ] an affectionate hand caressed your hair. "still sensitive, prinsesa?" you groggily nuzzle your face in his arms.

you only hummed. the next minute is spent in silence, as luis kept you warm and held you firmly. "next time, no more aphrodisiacs," you stir as he spoke, letting out a scoff. "what? booooo."

"wha—excuse you, señorita, why are you booing me?"

"oh, c'mon. don't lie. that was fun,"

"jesus, you are such a freak. me asustas. you need to read the bible or something,"

"wow. like it wasn't you who bought those pills!"

"oh. ehehe. right."

ALBERT WESKER. ♡

bro this gif im going to start s/creaming

you're already fucked out. already trembling from the orgasms wesker's given you, and it's all thanks to the new toys he had bought from his trip. a clit sucker and a vibrating, ridged, girthy dildo. you sobbed as wesker kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, making sure you take all of its length.

"f, fuck—! s, sir, cumming—, 'm cumming,"

there wasn't much you could do, not when a silk ribbon tied your wrists and ankles to the headboard. ( he bought those, too, by the way. ) "again? look at the mess you just made." you look over at the silicone, the base was coated in your creaminess—and it was already smearing to his already-soaked fingertips.

it was so easy for him to break you, and he hasn't even undressed himself yet.

your hips buck against the air, and the unintentional reflex just makes you grind your clit against the toy that lavished its attention on you. "fuuck—! fuckfuckfuck—, a, albert—!" you clutched onto the ribbons, eyes rolling as you felt your cunt throb with need. you were close, you could feel it in the pits of your stomach. "what was that?"

wesker clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "you call me sir, brat. or are these toys getting into that head of yours?" you hear a few clicks, and your eyes widened when you realized that the clit sucker's set to its highest setting. "s, sir—i'm sorry! i'm sorry!"

the dildo could never compare to your sir's cock—never—but the extra sensations of the pulsations and the ridges quickly sent you to the edge, never missing where you were most sensitive, always grazing that spongy nub that made your mouth fall agape. "don't w, wanna cum anymore—too much," you whimpered.

"aw," he cooed, a small smile appearing on his lips; barely noticeable. "that's really too bad, pup." he taunts, giving you a slow, but hard thrust. you squealed, clutching on to your ribbons.

"you're not in charge here,"

your cries are music to his ears, and his eyes gaze over to your squirting cunt in amusement. even though you're trembling and drooling, he's yet to withdraw the toys from you.

"are you?" "n, no, sir!" he's tight-lipped and has yet to move an inch. "n, no, sir! i'm n, not in chaaaarge—y, you are!" "hm," good enough. much to your relief, both are turned off, and you're granted a few seconds of relief.

your body relaxes on the soft bed, chest rising as you pant. “colour?” wesker asks, a rough palm caressing your shaking thighs. “g, green,” you mutter. “good. ‘m not done yet,”

wesker retires from the bed, taking his sweet time in undressing himself. it was quite the sight, though; seeing him undo his tie, unbuckle his pants. his boxers had a wet spot from his leaking tip. “you’ve been a good pup, darling.”

the bed sinks with his added weight, and you watch him leave kisses on your inner thighs, stroking his cock with a spare hand as he lathered his pre all over his monstrous girth. fuck . . could you take that? you don’t think y’have it in you. but you didn’t want to stop. y’wanted him . .

“s, sir,”

you call, and wesker’s eyes tilt up. now that he was much closer, y’could see how blown out his pupils were. “yes, my love?” he asked as he positions himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs as he slaps his fat cock atop your mons.

“c, can you put just the tip i, in—?”

wesker acts as if he didn’t hear a word you just said, rubbing his length all over your slit—continuing to lubricate his shaft with your juices. you gasped when the tip slowly sinks in, and you finally get your answer when he slammed the rest of his girth into you. you screamed, back arching as your eyes crossed.

“why should i?”

he begins to rut into you, pummeling your sensitive cunt with mean thrusts. “tell me, pet. why should i?” you couldn’t utter out a proper response, not when your brain was turning to fucking mush as he pounded you. “speak up, slut.” the added nickname’s making you clench around him, and wesker only scoffed at your lack of coherence.

“gone stupid? from me just putting—hnngg—it in?”

with the position he had you in, it was impossible for the tip to not kiss your cervix, impossible for you to not scream for him as he mercilessly plowed that cunt. "s, sir—h, haaah . . ! fuck—!" your overstimulated pussy's fucking throbbing. a squeal's torn from you as his palm collides with your puffy clit with a smack! the sting's makin' your eyes fucking water, and you could feel your legs tremble again.

"will you tell me what to do again, pet?"

"n, no, sir!"

wesker grinned, rewarding your sore clit with a kind caress of his thumb. "good pet. that's—," he groaned. fuuuck, wesker shudders at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his girth. "—more like it. gonna—gonna fuck you how i want to," his words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, to drill that idea in your pretty fucking head.

"where i want to,"

"u, uh-huh!"

"when i want to,"

"u-uhnnn—y, yes s, siiiir . . ♡ !"

seeing how disheveled and how much of a drooling mess you were, were you even remembering what he was saying? probably not. but don't worry, he's more than willing to remind you where you belonged. he could no longer hold back his noises, but he wasn't even interested in trying, anyway.

the way he sounded—feral, almost beast-like, even—you'd be lying if you said it didn't incite more arousal from you. wesker ensured you felt all of him, hips moving without thought as he mercilessly slammed into that tight fit. unfortunately for you, he was more monster than he was human.

you were fucking tightening up around him—still adjusting from the sudden switch from silicone to flesh—and how could wesker ever resist ramming and bullying that pussy with his fat cock? the way he could see how he split you open, shuddering when his tip's right against your cervix—oh, you were such a sweet, sweet pet.

his cock throbbed with the ache of a release. you made it difficult for him to control himself. "fuck—'m gonna fill you up," he hissed. "think y'deserve a creampie from me, sweet girl?" smack! the collision of his palm on your cunt brings you back to reality for a brief moment. "i'm—i'm talking to you," he snarled, an you nod mindlessly. "s, sorrryyyy . . . y, yes sir! yesyesyesyes—please!"

you continue to beg him, plead for his cum whilst he busied himself with rearranging your fucking insides. it's all you could do amidst your fucked out state. don't you worry. wesker was more than satisfied with your expressions.

burying himself to the hilt, you let out a scream as an orgasm is forced from you again, fingertips affectionately rubbing on your clit. wesker can't decide where to look—if he should watch that pussy quiver as you squirted or your face that's contorting as your irises disappear behind your lids.

"yeaaaaah, just like that. look at you—fuck, you're such a slut,"

his hips stutter as spurts of thick, warm semen floods your womb and walls. wesker groaned, shivers pricking his skin. your cunt milked him so good; and not like he'll tell you, but he's fucking obsessed. obsessed with how you're so obedient fo him, how your cunt clenched around him as you quivered from overstimulation.

"tsk, you're leaking. tighten up, slut. don't spill any more," you only oblige him—it's all you could do in your fucked-out state. a groan echoes in the room as he slowly slips out from you. from where wesker knelt, he had the perfect fucking view of your gaping cunt, trying her absolute best to keep it all in as he asked. you squeaked when he caresses your puffy clit affectionately. "shh, shh . . i know," he cooed, the other hand undoing your restraints. you didn't have the strength to keep your eyes open.

the tension slowly rolls off your muscles as he sets your legs down slowly. "you did well, my love," you could feel him bestow kisses on your face. eyes, nose, lips—they were all showered in loving kisses. your wrists are set free as he undid the ribbons on your sore wrists, his lips ghosting over the red marks over your skin, too. "missed you, albert," you mumbled, eyes slowly opening. "i missed you too, my love," there's a faint smile on his face—meant to be witnessed by you only.

"you know we're not yet done, right?"

JACK KRAUSER. ♡

krauser really has lots of pent-up frustration and sexual frustration. blessed with inhumane stamina, it's really no surprise that he can last multiple rounds. 'specially when all of it just piles up on him, mmmm—god, he loves nothing more than taking it out on you and using you for fucking hours.

but krauser is mean. cruel. you want just the tip? that's really—

"too fucking bad, baby,"

that request is fucking impossible, because he's got you folded and locked in a full nelson hold. did you expect that he'd just not bury himself deep in your pretty cunt? your eyes widened as you watched his cock slowly stretched you out again. your cunt was too sensitive.

"n, no—krauser! don't! d, don't—pleasepleaseplease—,"

his balls only throbbed, eyes rolling as your pleas fall to deafened ears. your groans echo in the room as he pushes another inch or two into you. fuck, you need to breathe—

krauser laughed breathily in your ear. "what was that?" you couldn't muster a single word—it was all just pathetic squeaks. "just the tip, you say?" he'd purr, pushing in as slow as he can so your pulsating walls can feel every single inch stretching you. ruining you.

"c, can't—,"

"can't what? can't speak?"

he completely slams into you with a loud plap! you're speechless and fucking stupefied—but, frankly, what else is there to say? "urgg—feel that?" this fucking asshole just had to start gyrating his hips. you could feel the tip poke 'nd prod against that cervix, and fuck, you're trembling.

"c'moooon, sweets. y'better be awake,"

sticky drool's drippin' from those pretty lips as he began to pound you like he hated you. him doing all the work was not a problem, not at all. krauser could easily manhandle you, and he made sure that you knew. he was bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing and fuck—you couldn't even think of anything to say aside from his name and ah's! and oh's!

it didn't help his cock was a mix of both veiny and fucking gargantuan—you're convinced your cervix's all bruised because his tip kept hitting 'nd hitting all of your spots. "love your cunt—fuck, you like this? huh? bet you do. look at your cunt's reflection. messy fucking slut," he groaned, ramming into you vigorously. it's like he hasn't even broken a sweat.

"k, krauseeeer—," you sobbed, absolutely broken and cockdrunk. "yeah? 'm here," he pants, eyes threatening to roll back. but he had to watch you in the mirror, had to watch you crumble and go fucking stupid just from his cock. "what does my baby want, h, huh? want me to go faster?" before you had the chance to respond, he's fucking pummeling into you faster than you could even blink; you're fucking dizzy and barely lucid, but that's okay. no need to think, krauser's got you. ♡

"'m c, cummingggggg—cumming. j, jaaaaack—♡!"

"my fucking goooood—fuuuuuuck . . look at this squirting cunt,"

clear liquid's spurtin' out of that stretched pussy, coating him and yourself as he forces an orgasm outta you. you're so fucking hot, fuck. krauser's never ever ever letting you go. "you love my cock, babe?" if it wasn't for how both his large hands held your head, you would have nodded. "u, uh-huh! love—l, love your cock—♡!" "attaaa girl. i love your cunt so, so fucking much—♡,"

krauser doesn't even realize he's drooling himself—completely immersed in the pleasure. he could stay buried in you for fucking eternity. "fuck—wanna breed you. lemme breed—lemme breed you. need to knock you up," he babbled on, focused on jus' chasing his release. and with the pace of how he fucked you—it wouldn't take long.

and you?

you're fucking spritzing all over him everytime his tip grazes against that spongy nub in your dripping pussy. why'd you even ask him to not put it all in? clearly, you loved this. but don't worry. for once, he'll humour you. "y'wanted just the tip, right?" "h, hnnngg—♡," good enough of an answer for him. you're brought back to reality briefly when his movements halt. confused, you only watched your obscene reflections whilst he shifted his hips. "j, jack, what're you—?!" your eyes widened when you feel his tip slowly bury into the tight barrier of flesh in your cervix.

krauser whimpered. fuuuuuuck, you were sucking him in so good. he can't even pull out. "baby—baby, oh god. fuck, fuck. i'm fucking—cumming. 'm cumming—oh my gooooood," it didn't take any more thrusts for him to start filling your womb up with fertile, sticky cum.

you whined as your cunt's flooded with his seed, and you couldn't do anythin' except for clawing on his built forearms as he held you in place. "urgg—yeah . . . just like that . . fuuuck, i love your pussy baby," you couldn't utter a word. you felt so fucking full. krauser finally releases your head, but still held your body close as he settles on the edge of the bed. you practically collapse on his muscular frame when he finally sits, and that's okay. ♡ krauser made sure he held you tight, wrapping large arms around your body and leaning into you so he could kiss your face.

"tongue out, babe. lemme . . "

you oblige mindlessly, sticking your pretty tongue out for him. krauser's scarred lips wrap around your wet muscle, groaning as he sucked on it. didn't take long 'til he was devouring your spit-stained mouth as you cockwarmed him.

"mmmm. ♡."

CHRIS REDFIELD. ♡

this gif is so? um.

chris usually loves to prep you. loves to spend his time devouring your pussy and having his lips wrapped around that sensitive clit.

but you've got work in an hour, and time isn't a luxury you both have. "chris, j, just the tip, okay?" you say, raisin' your hips as you bent over the dining table; weight propped up on your soft palms. of course you can't say no to him, especially when the outline of his erected cock on his grey boxers is all you've been seeing this morning. but you're just a girl. you have needs and wants.

"just the tip?"

chris asks, pressing his clothed chest against your back. you feel his stubble against your cheek as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "i don't . . i don't think i can do it, princess," he whined as his hips push forward. you couldn't utter another word as the leaking head stretches your cunt out.

you shuddered, lips quivering as you clutched on to whatever surface you were bent over on. "y, you caaaan—a, aaah, fuck—you have to . . ” you whined. but chris was greedy. hungry.

he’s not sure where he gets the courage to pull out, but he does. the tip slides out from you with a lewd, almost muted, pop! and you’re both unsatisfied, left yearning with feeling the other completely; but it makes do. it has to. tonight, he can have you for as long as he wanted.

“y/n, p, please—,” he pleads, still fuckin’ you with just the tip. chris can feel just how wet you are, hear how that cunt squelched as bucked his hips. “n, nooo—chris, i’ll—i’ll be late,” “don’t go,” his canines graze your skin, and you squealed when he pushes an inch in. your cunt’s pulsating—trying to accommodate his fat cock without prep. “don’t go—y’don’t h, have to go. please stay,” “ch, chris, i—hnnn!” the rest is completely slammed into you, and your eyes cross. chris takes advantage of your agape mouth, kissing you and letting his tongue glissade over yours.

chris starts to pound that cunt, and muffled cries were swallowed by his lips. you can’t really lie, this felt waaaay better than just the tip. the way the tip bulges out from your lower tummy, the way the pink crown keeps kissing that sensitive cervix, it can’t compare. ever.

“mhhhf,” you groan against his lips, and chris playfully bites down on your lower brim. it was hard to take in air when every thrust into you knocked the air outta your lungs. chris parts from you as he held your hips with those big hands of his.

his pace quickens, ramming into you mercilessly. you're both whimpering, voices blending together in melodious sin; whatever thoughts you had before—gone. not when chris had the skill to turn your brain to mush. "goddd—fuck, y/n. y, y'feel so goooood . . " chris sobbed. if only you could see his face. brows scrunched as he struggled to keep his eyes open; only you could bring these facial expressions to this big, beefy man's face.

you squealed when a hand snakes under your skirt, fingertips rubbing against your neglected clit. "oh fuck!" you mewled, unable to keep your cries to a low. "feel good, princess?" chris purred whilst fucking you into oblivion. "u, uh-huh—♡!" fuuuuck, his balls are fucking throbbing.

"d, don't go . . jus' stay. be my pretty little wife. i can t, take care of you,"

he babbled on, rutting into you, stuffing you full with that veiny cock. chris wants nothing more than to fucking breed you, fill your womb with his cum. "'m g, gonna fucking cum," he pants, chest heaving. but he doesn't stop pummeling that cunt—goes faster, actually. chasing his release and eager to give you yours. the table's creaking, and everything on it shook with every thrust. upstairs neighbour behaviour.

you screamed when he lightly pinches that sensitive bud, and you're seeing stars; mouth agape and back completely arched as he coaxes an orgasm from you. your legs trembled, and chris bit on his lip. "fuuuuck, baby. you're so hot—love you, i love you," "chriiiis, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck. love youuuuuu . . ♡,"

your lips crash together again, sloppily kissing each other as chris fucks you through your high. he grunts, wrapping his lips 'round your tongue, tasting you. with another slam of his hips, you moan against his mouth when he's completely buried deep in you; thick ropes of cum flooding your creamy, spasming cunt. he can't move any more, can't think anymore. he pulls away from you, because he's sure he'll forget how to breathe.

"oooooh, fuuuck—♡,"

spit's trickling down his stubbled chin, and chris is quiet for a moment; sent to cloud nine and completely fucked out. it takes a minute or two for him to recover, and he tilts your head to the side so he could briefly kiss you while he slid out of your cunt. you both groan, and chris kneads your ass, watching his cum slowly leak from your gaping pussy.

"heheh . . gonna call in sick?"

well, you couldn't feel your legs, so. yes.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA. ♡

carlos watched you writhe whilst you came undone from his tongue. your fingers were tugging on his already disheveled, raven tresses. it's your fifth orgasm—he thinks, if he's counting right; and he'd gladly give you more. his wet kisses trail up your tummy, chest, lips, and you liked how your taste lingered on his tongue.

"carlooos,"

"yes, meu bebê?"

carlos gets a realization tonight.

"want more. 'jus wanna feel you,"

he spoils you a little too much.

your cunt was still twitching with need. you'd do anything to satiate your hunger, anything to relieve that arousal pooling in your tummy. even though he's spent the last few minutes coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

but he loved seeing you like this. desperate. needy. like he was the only person you needed. you knew just how to get his gears going without trying. "hmm? but you just came, meu bebê. my beard's still wet," he teased, lips latching on your neck and tracing your skin with sharp canines. you held on to his built biceps, and carlos brings your knuckles to his lips. "j, jus' the tip. please. i want more," "i know, i know, bebê. shh . . "

he can never resist you. especially when you were begging him so prettily. didn't take long for him to prod his tip against your needy hole. you both gasp when the tip slowly sinks in, slowly stretches that wet pussy apart. your nails dig into his skin, and carlos bit his lip. "fuuuck, y/n. your pussy—," fucking warm 'nd tight. clenching on him like you needed him.

carlos didn't mind being bossed around by you, especially by you. he'd do anything you'd ask before you could even blink, but he just has to remind you who's in charge.

you gasped when he slowly sheathes an inch or two into your tight cunt. "carlos, w, what're you—?!" he makes sure to slide in nice and slow, so you'll feel every inch of him splitting him open. and also so he can savour that surprised look in your face.

especially when he harshly shoves the rest of his cock in your leaking pussy, god. you'll kill him. "y, you're so unfair, princesa. so cruel t'me," he cooed, not even giving you the time to process a thought as he began to pound you with ungodly stamina.

"you think i don't have needs too? think i don't need to fuck this cunt and to fuck you 'til you're cockdrunk and overstimulated?" nasty mouth, nastier thrusts. your eyes crossed, body jouncing with every slam forward of his hips.

"c, carlos—h,hnnngg!"

he grins. "yeaaaah, that's right, baby. scream my name." you were so sensitive already, flesh walls spasming around his veiny girth, but fuck, you were oozing so much milky essence, it smeared all over his balls. he leans in so your lips could crash together, and carlos grunts against your mouth as you instinctively wrap you legs around him. of course he had to pick up his pace. why wouldn't he? he was such a good boyfriend to you, paying attention to all your needs.

you whine when he parts from you, but he has to, or else he'd lose his balance. he needed to focus on fucking you, tire his pretty bebê out. he bites his lip when you run your palms all over his built chest and abdomen.

"fuckfuckfuck—carlos—♡!"

a hand wraps around your breast, kneading your tits and running his fingers over your erect nipple. whatever thought you had, he quickly fucked it out from that pretty mind of yours. whatever. not like you needed to think when he could do that for you. well, try.

"y/n—♡ godddd, minha linda garota," [ my pretty girl, ] he babbles on, absolutely hypnotized. god, what were you doing to him? carlos kept pummeling that cunt, bed creaking obnoxiously in the process but it seemed that neither of you cared.

more marks littered his skin, ranging from bites to scratches, and they were definitely going to be sore later, but that's okay, a little pain didn't hurt no one. spit trickles down on carlos's stubbled chin, and you lift yourself up a little jus' so you could lick it up.

"y/n—♡! f, fuck! você é tão porra de suja, m, merda!" [ you're so fucking filthy, shit! ] hooking his arms around your thighs and lifting it up to his shoulders, you squealed when he begins to fuck you faster. harder. sounds of skin slapping growing louder as he rammed you without mercy.

a spare thumb began to trace aimless circles on your clit, and you screamed as an orgasm was ripped from your poor oversensitive cunt. "c, carlos—♡! oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" you clutched onto the pillows, sheets, fucking anything. you sobbed, and carlos gently flicks his middle finger against that puffy clit—you squealed as you squirt in small fountains.

"you're sensitive, aren't you, bebê? eu te quebrei, princesa?" [ did i break you, princess? ]

and oh, the way you only responded in fucked out mewls, how fucking precious. now that you've coated his girth in your squirt, it was much easier for him to move in 'n out. you could hear jus' how wet he made you, how that soaking cunt squelched with every thrust. you were such a slut for your boyfriend, and rightfully so.

he stops being cocky when his orgasm nears, grunts turning into high-pitched whimpers as he fucked you into the mattress. carlos tried to keep his monstrous, merciless pace, but fuck, he was so close. the closer he was to filling your cunt up and flooding your walls, the sloppier his hips got, probably from fatigue.

but you were such an angel, his god-sent angel, movin' your hips as you tried to meet his thrusts halfway. carlos could cum at the fucking sight of you trying to fuck yourself against him.

"oh god—♡! oh god, fuck, fuuuuck. vou gozar. vou te engravidar. ai meu deus." [ gonna cum. 'm gonna get you pregnant, oh my god. ] carlos sobbed, and after a few more push of his hips, he's crying out as ribbons of thick cum filled that cunt.

he rides his high out with a few more mindless thrusts, combing a spare hand through his hair. he's in fucking heaven, jesus christ. it's you that brings him back to reality, rubbing his forearm and eventually interlacing your fingers with his.

"oh my god, baby. are you okay?" he caressed your face, and you tiredly smile at him. "never better," you kissed his palm, and carlos tucks away the stray hairs on your face. "you sure? you okay? does anything hurt?" "no, i'm fine. well, a little sore and sensitive, but it's okay. i like it," a grin tugged on his lips, and he shook his head. "you're such a freak, baby. it's okay, i love you," a kiss is pressed on your forehead, nose, and then lips.

you shuddered when he pulls out, and his cum slowly leaks from your used, gaping hole. "i love you . . " you mutter, scooting over to the side so carlos can have the space beside you. he sighs in relief when he finally lays down, absolutely spent. "c'mere," carlos sleepily grunts, pulling you to his arms. you took it upon yourself to cover both your bare, sweaty bodies with the blanket.

"did i tire you out yet?" "hmm . . no, not really," you jeered, and carlos chuckled. "well, i certainly tired myself out," you both laugh, and it didn't take long 'til you both dozed off.

end.

A/N: thank you so much for reading! more to cum. ;) also, regarding carlos's fics, i will repair them soon and change his bilingual dialogue from spanish to portuguese. i'd like to apologize for mistaking him as hispanic!