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Skyfall

Synopsis: Illumi and Chrollo seeing their s/o become hollow for the art they cherished all due to overworking themselves. Type: Drabble/Reaction (Requested) Genre: hurt/comfort Song rec: Skyfall (Adele) TW: fear of losing, slight mentions of depression, anxiety, crying, dizziness, insomnia, skipping meals, big sed :(

A/N: I have always been more of an artsy kid than sports; I was first in every school competition involving art, dance, and calligraphy etc, (still am very competitive bro fite me 😤) so I relate very much, thank you for the request and sorry for changing it a little.

Chrollo: (piano)

Trembling fingers that thrummed, against the white and black keys; the sound cascaded down like a river rapid. Your head swayed as your arms moved, the sound that felt mellifluous to the beholder was cacophonic in your ears making you clench your teeth and blink back the vexatious tears that fell on the bay today.

Chrollo leaned upon the doorframe of your room, his brows downturned in concern, as much as he hated interrupting he had to, "you have been playing for a while now, take a break."

You huffed and turned back to your notes sheet, squinting at the blurry letters until it was snatched away from your sight. You groaned and looked at Chrollo annoyedly.

“Come on you really expect me to just leet you be when you haven’t slept or eaten properly in days?” He says while keeping a hand on your shoulder

You look down in shame, both at your incompetence and the fact that you have neglected your boyfriend for so long, “it’s a huge recital,” you murmured, "all eyes would be on me, I can’t mess this up and make a fool of myself.”

Chrollo sighs and grabs you by your shoulder, "look at me me, y/n.”

You hesitantly peer into his azure eyes. An attractive, lop-sided grin etches upon his face that causes heat to rush to the tip of your ears.

“There you go,” he smiles, “now listen, you know how humans require at least eight hours of sleep to function properly?” You nod.

“And you haven’t rested all in so long, I am not telling you to stop practising, take a break your body and mind needs, then only can you perform well.”

You bite your tongue and stare at your calloused fingertips, "I keep messing this up, I don't know anymore, I am so tired."

Chrollo grabs your tender hands and brings them close to his lips, placing warm kisses on your fingers that make you giggle in glee.

"Let's order takeout and take a nap and then work on your performance, alright?." You nod, looking at how he is still cradling your hands.

"Give them and yourself some rest baby."

Illumi (art)

Brushes and colours were scattered haphazardly in your workplace, a terrain moulded by dried-up paints encrusted your palette as you kept on lathering the acrylics. The grip on your brush was frighteningly tight, and the heaviness with which you lifted your pencils now fell on your eyes too; half-lidded and blown in a way that no high could ever fathom, it was catharsis, masochistic and utterly tormenting.

You hadn't noticed Illumi staring at your work, probably because he was stealthy like a cat, but his porcelain face cracked a smile whenever he saw you engrossed in your work, but now he was worried.

Your drive towards art has always been an enigma. From the moment he first saw you as a teenager with pen doodles all over your arms, to when your love for art blossomed into an almost self-destructive endeavour.

"Y/N," he says and you look up, the whites of your eyes are bloodshot; searching for a magnum opus on canvases upon canvases that gathered in your room. They were magnificent, but you had been beating yourself up over sullen dreams.

Illumi closed his eyes for a second and picked up the easel and dragged it away from your sight along with the scattered supplies into the living room, despite your protests.

When he came back, your red eyes were now pearlescent with tears. Knees folded to your chest, Illumi carefully sat next to you.

He wraps a blanket around you and picks you up with ease and has you seated on his lap, "rest for a while and then we will figure things out." You nod and rest your head on his toned chest.

"We are in this together, Y/N."

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boyfriend's dad wesker hcs (18+)

you're sweet and kind, and your boyfriend's dad is... not.

a/n; reader is in their 20's/in college with wesker's kid, jake. wesker is a good dad just not here though! reader is dating jake muller-wesker. albert is a major perv here guys sorry. based on re5 wesker -`♡´-

cw; afab!reader, dom!wesker, lowkey size kink, nonconsensual recording, wesker being a creep, major age gap (12+ years), mentions of smoking and drinking, stalking, breadcrumbing as a manipulation tactic, eventual sex (clit stimulation, fingering, p in v, unsafe sex, cumplay, creampie), dubcon, cheating, grooming (technically), praise and degradation, slight daddy kink (if u squint),

petnames (reader received); dear, darling, sweet girl, dolly

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has never cared for anyone younger than him, let alone someone as young as his son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who takes interest in you after his darling son, Jake, brings you home in a hurry to get to bed. he's working in the living room, waiting for his son to come home.

he's not surprised to see his son rush through the front door, but he is, however, surprised to see he brought someone home. he moves his laptop from his lap to stand up and introduce himself the moment he notices you're there. the look on your face is one he's seen before- desire and the unmistakable reddened scleras from smoking weed, all directed at his dopehead son.

"jacob-"

"later, dad." jake rushes you to the basement, where his room is, and you're gone in an instant. it's clear you're just as high as your little boyfriend, gone off a blunt and some vodka. for some reason, that irks him.

he walks over to jacob's door and leans against it, ready to knock with his knuckles just an inch from the door when he hears something come from you. a moan, then a hushed whisper from jacob telling you to be quiet, and another, softer moan from you.

so maybe his face goes red and he sits there for a moment, focused on the way you sound and how loud you get when you cum. he's just as quiet as he was when he approached his son's room while walking away, forgoing his work and retreating upstairs to fist his half-hard cock.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who has a knowing look on his face the next morning, up early as hell just to catch you sneaking out of the house because your dumb boyfriend's still asleep. who's sitting on the couch and sees you looking a little rough, hickies covering your neck and your clothes messed up from your rush to get them on. you're a hungover wreck.

"good morning," his voice startles you, of course it does. you hadn't even noticed him, a residual high from smoking so much weed the night prior making your mind foggy. instead of running, like you want to, you approach the couch, your nerves aflame. why does he look so smug?

"mr. wesker, i-i'm so sorry about last night, it was so rude of me to not introduce myself…" you're blushing. you're intimidated by him and he loves that. he gives you a charming smile and reassures you that it's alright, dear, just hurry to class. he sends you on your way with a pat on your lower back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who asks his son about you later. jake tells him all about you, just as wesker was hoping. while jake is in class, he installs cameras in the house- invisible to the naked eye, of course. he'd hate for you to feel surveillanced and scare you off.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells jake he's working late tonight as an excuse to sit in the parking lot of an abandoned building and watch the cameras from his phone. he pays special attention to the one he angled at the couch as he palms himself to the video feed of you, so cutely sitting there and talking with his son. he doesn't even have to try to spend time alone with you because you're always at his place, anyway.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who adores it when you blush from something he said or did, who wants you all to himself, his son be damned. he compliments your outfits, your hair, your perfume (how can he smell that when you're three feet away?) when your boyfriend isn't around. he'll brush a hand through your hair and murmur something about how soft it is, leaving you red in the face when your boyfriend comes back.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who knows it's wrong to want you and doesn't care. he loves the way you give your full attention to him when he's talking, how you pretend that you don't see the looks he gives you, or that you're not affected by the subtle touches and unspoken promises of more. a hand on the small of your back as he passes you, one on the back of your neck as he gives you a tour of the home- something his son neglected to do- his gaze lingering too long on the curve of your throat and waist, his imagination running wild.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who finds a pair of your panties in the wash, presumably forgotten, and takes them for himself. uses them to get off, his tongue on the gusset as he imagines your taste and how you'd clench around him when you cum.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who tells you that his son isn't good enough for you. who plants seeds of doubt in your head and waters them religiously. you're too oblivious to notice what he's doing, because mr. wesker is so nice, he would never do that to your relationship, right? who tells you that an older man would treat you right, much better than his stupid son.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who waits for you to get into a fight with his son about something so he can comfort you after his son storms out of the house, leaving you crying in his bedroom. you don't know what to do, don't know who to turn to, and like an angel, he's there for you. he pulls you into his lap and lets you cry it out, rubbing your back the whole time and whispering sweet nothings in his ear that leave you confused and in need of more comfort, because why does your boyfriend's dad make you feel better than your boyfriend ever has?

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who loves the way you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your vulnerability, trust him with your life. you're putty in his strong arms, his hold secure enough to make you feel safe. he knows you don't mind when one of his hands moves to your thigh, kneading softly to get your blood running south. he feels your face heat up, your hips shifting slightly to mute the gentle throb of your clit. as if you could get away with such a subtle thing like trying to hide your arousal.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who gently forces your thighs to part to accompany his hand. who's been anticipating this, the way you moan into his neck as he thumbs your clit through your panties. how you press into his hand when he slips two fingers in after moving your panties to the side. the way your hands grab at his shirt, your fists clenched around the fabric like you'd die if you let go of him.

"that's my good girl, taking my fingers so well. i know, i know, this is just what you needed, right darling? your legs spread so nice for your boyfriend's daddy." he croons, his lips just centimeters from your ear. the fanning of his breath against your neck, his long fingers in your cunt and the noises they draw out of you- utterly sinful. you know it's wrong, but just thinking about your boyfriend coming home to this sight has your cunt squeezing and aching for more. he knows you want it just as bad as he does, the way you're gripping his fingers like they're his cock. you're close already and he wonders just how long it's been since you've been fucked properly.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who kisses you to keep you from whining when he pulls his fingers out of you to undo his belt and pull his cock out from its cloth confines. who hisses slightly when you stroke him, slightly inexperienced but for him, you're willing to learn. who's so encouraging, holding your hips as you pierce yourself on his cock with little pushback. whose tip nails your cervix and he's not even fully inside. who's fine with that because as much as he wants this, he doesn't want to hurt you. who guides your hips in the way he knows you enjoy, because he's watched your boyfriend move you the same way.

"just like that, dolly. your cunt feels perfect, gotta ruin it for everyone else, don't i? mold it to my cock so you can't cum any other way. you'd like that, right sweet girl?" his nails dig into the meat of your hips, bouncing you at a steady pace. you nod dumbly, the pleasure melting your brain into nothingness. you could get addicted.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who doesn't pull out to cum. he keeps you brainless on his dick, forcing an orgasm out of you as he rubs that spongy spot inside of you. he grins when you moan his name as the pleasure comes crashing through you, your nails digging into his shoulders. he loves that sound.

"t-too much- fuck- please-" you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he holds your hips steady, thrusting up into you with an unforseen vigor. he's not stopping until you're full of his cum, maybe even crying a little.

"quiet, darling. i'm only doing what's best for you." he hisses, his hips stuttering with stifled groan. you moan in unison, his thick, sticky seed spilling in you, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker who fucks his load so deep inside of you, you're worried it might actually take. who strokes your hair as you remain on his lap, recovering when he's satisfied with himself.

"you're not going to tell my son about this, are you darling?" he runs his fingers through your hair until you're alright to sit up.

"no."

"good girl. come here." he kisses you again, sweeter this time, but you get the feeling that he's never going to let you go.

-`♡´- bfd!wesker, who refuses to let you out of his grasp, even if you break up with jake. you're not escaping him that easily.

[hwaitham]

waah i dreamt about sunday during my nap . . ‎꒰ ⑅ ˃ ˂ ᥩ ྀི꒱

[celeztias]

[m0uchie]

Hello dear. May I make a request? Sweet :D I would like to request a Yandere Kaeya x fem mermaid reader. I couldn't choose so here's two scenarios that you can choose from to write <3

Scenario 1- Kaeya caught you in a fishing net while out fishing. Since you're a mermaid, he keeps you in a bathtub. He gives you what you need, but you don't like it. You just want to go back to the ocean, back to your old life. So you beg him, offering to give him anything in return for your freedom. But all that ends up to is him hurting you and telling you that all he wants is you.

Scenario 2- Kaeya found you washed up on the beach. He thought you very beautiful so he kidnapped you. Since you have the ability to turn human when dry, he keeps you in a cage. It's adorned with trinkets and stuff from the ocean. But you don't like it an want to return to the ocean. So you use a hairpin you hid and escaped the cage. Just when you were about to make it to the edge of the boat to dive (you're bad at walking and can only really stumble around), a net is thrown over your head. Kaeya is laughing and telling you that you'll never escape.

Thanks for reading this! Sorry, it's long. But I hope you write for this, I would love it! I live your writing btw! 🩵🪼🌊

(You can call me Pearl 🪼)

𐙚 his treasure

⟡ Kaeya finds the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, might as well make her his :3

— pairing : yandere!kaeya x fem mermaid!reader

— warnings : NSFW, yandere; stalking behaviour?; kidnapping; non con?; fingering; virgin reader; Kaeya is a bit rough; cumming inside; oral (f!receiving)

— a/n : hiii Pearl🪼!! I love both your ideas. I ended up picking scenario 2 :D Idk if it’s meant to be nsfw or sfw, but I only wrote nsfw until now, so I assumed it was nsfw! (I forgot to add this part to the rules, my fault hehe). Sorry for the wait!

It's interesting how even though he has so many secrets never uncovered, secrets never revealed even to those closest to him, Kaeya Alberich managed to be the object of admiration for many in Mondstadt. Partially due to his position as the cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius and the right-hand man to the acting grand master, Jean. Being an indispensable strategist with a wide network of informants that no one knew where they came from. On the other hand, easily winning the ladies’ hearts for his charms and his somewhat mysterious aura. Although no one seemed to mind. After all, what harm could he do to anyone?

Always appearing very busy, he still left the Traveler in the dark about what he was going to do when he was in the middle of a mission, simply disappearing to mind his own business. Like the time he had mentioned a treasure to Paimon and Traveler and left them to take care of the dirty work, a treasure that had been used as a bait to catch a thief and that didn't even exist in the end. On many of these escapades, Kaeya liked to go to Starsnatch cliff. He didn't seem like the type to waste time on such things, but he liked the breeze and the view of Starfell Valley’s beach from above. He cleaned all of the useless things that filled his mind, so that he could reason better and calmer. The sound of the waves kissing the sand, the cool wind that blew his blue hair in his face, along with a beautiful view of the sea.

This time however, he decided to go directly to the beach, as it was especially hot that day, and he wanted to enjoy the sea a little. He went down the steep and narrow trail, he could see a little until he got closer to the beach. So imagine his surprise when the first thing that came to his attention was the sight of a beautiful woman bathing at the edge of the sea. He couldn't see much as she was behind a rock, but he couldn't take his eyes off her.

- - -

After that day, Kaeya went to the sea every day, hiding and watching you sing foolishly, thinking that there was no one to hear. He discovered that you were a mermaid the second day he saw you, but not only that, he tried to discover every little thing he could while you were out of the water. The fact that you were a mermaid didn't matter much to him, in fact you could tell the opposite by the way his cock tensed in his pants watching you bathe, little did you know there was an audience...

Obviously, Kaeya wanted all of you, he wanted you all to himself. He watched you long enough to know that when you were dry, your tail turned into human legs, which he’d do anything to touch. He waited a few more days until he took the first step and knocked you unconscious by a heavy blow while you weren't watching, your guard very low as you didn't even think about the dangers you could run into.

Slowly, you eyes opened. A dull pain in your head and a large, blue ceiling filled your vision. Where were you?

“Oh, you’re awake! Did you like your new house?” The man in front of you asks, pointing in your direction with a smirk. Confused, you look around. You were in the middle of the sea, surrounded by a large cage, decorated with some pearls, shiny jewels and beautiful shells, as if you were a gift in a box, even dressed in clothes made of expensive material and full of details so that you wouldn't be left completely naked as you dry out and freeze from the cold due to the wind.

“Let me out” You demand, your voice a little hoarse however, filled with a tone of uneasiness.

He giggles as he moves closer to you, bending down to the height of your cage and taking a strand of your hair in his hands, stroking it gently. “Now why would I do that? Hmm? You’re my lovely prisoner now~” he brings his face closer to the bit of hair in his hands and inhales the fragrance of it. The soft strands slip from his fingers like sand. Why does it smell so good?

“Anyway, now we’re in this together. I will take you with me whether you like it or not.”

Take you? To where? You had no idea what he was talking about, all you cared about was how you were going to get out of there.

- - -

As the minutes passed, he inevitably drifted away to take care of the work that needed to be done. An opportunity opened up and your trembling hands reached for the hairpin you had hidden with you just for this moment. You couldn't hesitate, so you took a deep breath and took the hairpin to the entrance of the lock, your heart racing faster with each second.

You finally manage to open the lock and get out of the cage, leaning on it to get up. Your wobbly and inexperienced legs left you at a disadvantage, and no matter how much you held on from one object to another, it didn't make you faster and only made the wood on the floor squeak more, so you struggled to get to the edge of the boat.

Just as you're about to jump out of there, a net is thrown over your head and you feel his arms surrounding you.

“You didn’t mean to leave, did you?” Despite his melodic and calm voice, you know that the shivers running up your spine as he mutters those words mean something else, and this is only confirmed when you hear him laugh maniacally, his arms tightening around you.

“You’re never going to escape, you know that.” Hot tears start to stream down your cheeks at the realization. He stands in front of you and wipes them away with his thumb, holding your face with both hands to get closer, his cool breath on your face before “reassuring” you “you should just give up, this is your reality now after all.”

Your lips are very close, but he stares as if he expects you to give in. You know he’s just trying to manipulate you, but you also know that it will end in the same thing one way or another because you’ve been caught, there is no other option. Your head moves a few millimeters and your lips collide, at first it's a soft and gentle kiss, but Kaeya changes that when he suddenly sticks his tongue in your mouth, searching for yours and caressing it roughly, giving you no space to breathe.

“You know what? I always wondered…” he begins, separating from you and stroking his fingers across your collarbone as you let out a long sigh. “Do you think that if I put my dick here…” one of his hands goes down a little further and touches your belly, squeezing it slightly and eliciting a weak whine from you. “…and cum inside, you will become a mermaid?” He giggles.

“Maybe not, because even though your mouth is full of saliva you don't become one. Maybe you just need to be dry on the outside.” You tilt your head to the side. What's he on about?

“We should test it.” He suggests, but it looks more like a command, because in the next moment, the hand that was on your belly goes into your shorts.

It's worth reminding you that he didn't even bother to buy you some panties :(

Your eyes go wide when you feel two fingers pressing against your clit, moving them up and down to get a reaction from you, a reaction he expected when watching your face during the entire process. His pants were already forming a transparent, wet stain of pre-cum and he was squeezing his bulge with his other hand. He must have been like this for a long time…

“Have you done this before?” You shake your head. He hums before pulling your shorts off and placing himself between your thighs. “Then you’ll like what I’m about to do now.” It's the only thing you hear before you feel his lips surrounding your clit to suck the sensitive bud. Your head falls back and your mouth opens. Only the slurping sounds, the noise of the waves, and the sweet moans that you let out from time to time could be heard.

You were absolutely dripping, Kaeya couldn't believe someone could get that wet. He kept drinking down your juices, but it kept coming out and it was turning him crazy. Slowly, one of his fingers circles your tight hole and he eases it in, your walls opening to accommodate him with ease.

“You wouldn’t stop dripping.” He simply justifies, surprising you even more when he starts moving his finger from one side to another, as if to open you up more.

It felt really good, your pussy contracted around him, even more so when he started eating you out again, his tongue playing with your clit as he opened you up for him, now with two fingers.

It didn’t take long for a strong sensation to form in your core, and he could tell by the way you clenched around his fingers. “That’s right, Y/N. Let it all out. There’s no one here but us.” He pounds his fingers into you, watching your face contort in ecstasy as you can't help but release small gasps of pleasure between your moans. “Cum for me, Y/N. I want to see you cum so bad” his words spurred on you as you felt yourself finally reaching your limit. Your thighs begin to tremble and you cum with his fingers inside you and his mouth devouring your clit.

There's no time to recover, Kaeya is on top of you, your chest is heavy and you breathe irregularly, looking up and seeing him suck every sticky finger from your pleasure. He sees you blushing and feels his dick twitch with desire. “I bet you’d love it if I did it again, wouldn’t you? This time filling your tight pussy with my thick cock until you can’t breathe?” He then leans in close to your ear and whispers “wouldn’t you like to feel me inside you, Y/N?”

You gulp down, and you know he’s right. You turn your head to the side and remain silent, a little embarrassed for acting like this. But he smiles. He loves how vulnerable you are right now, and he also loves how you try to hide your pleasure despite failing miserably. He uses the opportunity to admire your delicate folds and glistening hole. You look fucking delicious now, but he has more to do, for example shamelessly grinding his tip into your pussy.

You jump from the sudden action and look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I'll be quick, I promise. I just need to feel you.” He hurries. You place a hand on his chest, as if to push him away, but you can’t really do it and he pulls your arm behind his neck in a quick action. “You can scratch me if you want.” Kaeya’s face turns into a grin as he positions himself at your entrance and starts thrusting into you all at once.

“Y-you- what are you- mmh?” You try to say something, but only moans come out and Kaeya chuckles “just let go and enjoy it. I promise not to hurt you.” He relished in the feeling of being so deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him tighter with each stroke, going in and out of you until you were close. “Feel free to let go at any time” he jokes, but he gently strokes your swollen clit with his thumb to help you get there, and his cock reaches your G spot easily, massaging it while you suffocate his dick inside you from how much your pussy is getting tighter around him. It drives him wild with pleasure when you finally squirt on his cock.

“O-oh? Didn’t know you could cum so quickly.”he teases, but he can’t help but moan louder and work harder, increasing his pace and strength to empty himself deep inside you, you’re still so sensitive that when he cums, moaning with a long growl, you feel yourself cumming along with him again.

“See? You didn’t turn into a mermaid.” He pulled out of you, leaving you empty and used, your pussy was dripping wet with his seed, but he was satisfied with the feeling of having his cum coating your insides.

Kaeya glances down at your flushed face and runs a hand through your hair possessively. Your eyes were filled with lust, and your breathing was heavy. He looked down at you, admiring the sight of your naked body. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you were looking so worn out. Smiling, he took hold of your hips, pulling you closer to him and leaning down to kiss you, his tongue dancing against yours as he held you tightly against him.

“You’re mine, do you hear me?”

He felt like he couldn’t live without you now.

[deunmiu-dessie]

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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, sloppy writing, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, wendigo/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, gang bang, dubcon, fear, kidnapping, reader wears glasses, porn no plot. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll i hate this so much, but i wanted to post something today-- sorry if it's all over the place!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: while babysitting for your aunt, you find yourself stranded in the living room.

꒰male!wendigo ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 " Don't worry Aunt J, I got this. "

𝒯he woman gazes at you with a concerned expression, her eyes filled with worry. However, she manages to muster a nod and gently plants a tender kiss on your cheek. "Make sure to lock the doors before you go upstairs. The house only locks my room and the kids’. You must be upstairs before 9:30, as that's when the doors lock. If you're not there by then, you'll be locked out until morning, but even so, if you've locked the front and back doors, you'll be fine. Don't. Forget."

You give her a firm nod, "I won't, I promise."

Recent sightings of a peculiar creature moving around the neighborhood have stirred up fear among the locals, particularly your Aunt whose anxious for the safety of her kids. She sighs and lovingly kisses your forehead, "Alright, enjoy yourself."

As you wave goodbye and lock the back door behind her, you pivot to find your younger cousin watching you with excitement, struggling to manage the baby boy in her arms. You laugh and relieve her of the baby. "How about we bake some brownies together?"

She lets out a joyful cheer, giggling as she dashes towards the kitchen, her excitement palpable. You carefully place the baby in his high chair, turning him to face the bustling kitchen. His eyes widen in wonder as he takes in the scene, a big grin spreading across his little face.

You enthusiastically bring your hands together, a wide grin spreading across your face. " Shall we? "

—

As you cradle the baby boy in your arms, a sense of warmth and tenderness envelops you and you can't help but pout softly, and coo at him. His little tiny fingers have loosened their grip on the milk bottle, causing it to slip from his hands and land softly on your lap. His eyes are closed, and you can't help but admire the long, black lashes that frame his lids. With a gentle touch, you press a loving kiss to your cousin's forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep. 

  You rise from the comfortable couch, making sure to move with utmost care so as not to awaken the sleeping child. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you hear a shuddering sigh emanate from him. It's moments like these that remind you of the innocence and beauty of childhood, it's something you miss. 

Navigating your way around the couch, you begin your ascent up the stairs towards your Aunt's room. The woman had been nervous to leave them with your grandmother, though loving and caring, she's started to show signs of hip pains and occasional forgetfulness. Hence, your Aunt relies on you to watch over the little ones during her night shift at work.

Using your foot, you nudged the door open and switched off the lamp that cast a faint glow in the room. Gently placing the boy on the bed, you made sure his tummy was flat against the soft mattress before pulling the blanket over him and only up to his waist. You brush his hair away from his face before quietly exiting the room, the soft click of the door closing making you heave a sigh.  

Turning around, you take a couple of steps forward and enter your other cousin's room. She's lying with her laptop open on her chest, her eyes closed, and her soft snores filling the room. A smile played on your lips as you walked over to her, closed the laptop, and placed it on her desk. Using her LED remote, you turned off the strips of light around the room, plunging it into darkness.

After your eyes swiftly adapted to the darkness, you carefully tucked the covers over her petite frame and quietly exited the room. The gentle sound of her door closing brought forth another sigh of relief. Glancing at your watch, you nodded with contentment, realizing that you had a valuable half an hour before all the room doors would be securely locked for the night. It provided ample time to tidy up and prepare for the following day.

As you made your way down the stairs, the creaking noise made you wince, fully aware that you couldn't afford for either child to stir. Swallowing hard, you descended the stairs with newfound caution. As you finally reached the bottom of the staircase, a wave of relief washed over you. The tension that had been building in your chest slowly began to dissipate without any sounds of the baby crying or the little girl calling out.

You started by straightening up the living room, turning on some lo-fi music, and cleaning quickly. After switching off the main light, you flick on the display light, which emits a soft glow, barely doing anything to brighten the room. The kitchen took a lot longer, particularly when clearing out the solidified chocolate from the bowls and wiping down the counters. In the end, it took a total of 20 minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as you stole another glance at your watch. The timer displayed only 10 minutes left, intensifying your anxiety. Shaking your head, you dismissed your nerves and concentrated on preparing for tomorrow.

 Lost in thought, the sound of your watch going off caused your heart to skip a beat. Cursing, you quickly packed up, whispering small, scared 'no's to yourself. A faint cheer escaped you as you completed the task, rushing to ascend the stairs on time. Your heart sank as the resounding click of all the doors locking echoed in your ears.

You felt a slight vibration and immediately retrieved your phone from your back pocket. It was your Aunt, making sure everything was okay with you and the kids.

 Auntie : Hey girly, are you and the kids in alright? Did you make it to the room?

 Nervously, you gulped, your hands shaking and palms moist with sweat. Without hesitation, you promptly responded, your teeth prodding at your bottom lip.

 You : Yes we did, the kids are asleep.

 Lying to your aunt made your heartache, but you were too prideful to tell her the truth. Instead of offering a reply, she simply responded with a thumbs-up emoji and a heart. Letting out a heavy, ragged breath, you swiftly returned your phone to your pocket. Descending the stairs, your eyes slowly adapted to the dimness. The previously illuminated display had now turned off automatically, leaving you huddled on the couch, overwhelmed by a sense of unease.

  Following a good thirty-minute interval, your fear gradually subsided. You reached for your phone, scrolling through social media to find no one online.

  Growing more confident, you entertained the possibility that whatever had caused unrest in the community had either disappeared or would not manifest tonight. As you removed your glasses, your vision blurred slightly, your body relaxed, and your gaze fixated on the phone screen that was dangerously close to your face. ( It was probably why you had glasses in the first place. ) 

 Time slipped away faster than expected, and suddenly, it was midnight. The profound silence stirred up a fresh wave of concern, as the absence of wildlife sounds, like crickets and owls, made you feel the urge to curl up and disappear into the couch.

Your phone vibrated,  signaling the low battery before shutting down abruptly. You clicked your tongue in annoyance and silently made your way towards the charger, plugging it in. Slipping out of your tight-fitting jeans, you remained in your undergarments, stretching your legs. Folding the jeans neatly, you placed them on the back of a nearby chair before returning to the couch and settling in comfortably with a soft, velvet blue throw draped over your exposed legs.

    As tiredness crept in, your eyes began to droop, causing your vision to blur and lose focus. The sudden piercing bark of a dog jolted you out of your drowsy state, causing your entire body to freeze. Which was so unusual for the neighbor's dogs, who were known for their friendly demeanor and familiarity with the community, this feral, unfamiliar bark made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

The barking grew increasingly louder and more aggressive, accompanied by menacing snarls. The sounds elicited a pounding sensation in your chest, so intense that it caused a searing pain. Unexpectedly, the barking and snarling abruptly ceased, but rather than providing any relief, it caused a profound sense of despair, causing your heart to sink.

 Holding your breath, your eyes widened as a towering, monstrous, and slender figure glided past the frosted windows adjacent to the door. Its voice was distorted, emitting broken and eerie sounds, desperately pleading in its otherworld gravelly voice, "Help me. Someone help." 

The arrangement of your Aunt's house was peculiar. The back door functioned as the main entrance, revealing the dining room and kitchen upon entry. Moving forward led to the living room, while continuing onwards brought you to the front door. Situated to the right of the front door were the stairs leading to both your Aunt's and the children's rooms.

At the moment, you found yourself positioned in the living room, standing tall with your gaze fixed on the door. In an instant, the door seemed to draw nearer than you had initially perceived, causing a sense of fear to grip you. As it vanished beyond the second window, you released a sigh of relief, nearly letting out a scream as the shadow reappeared by the window, as if it had detected the sound of your breath.

The door was locked, it couldn't get in, right? Your vision became obscured by tears, and you chastised yourself for your stupidity. Part of the prep was making sure that the doors that couldn't be locked by the system were locked manually. Regrettably, in your rush to reach the room, you had completely forgotten to lock the front door.

 The turning of the doorknob emits a high-pitched squeak, prompting you to immediately flatten yourself against the couch while covering your mouth and nose with your hands. The grating sound of the door opening compels you to tightly shut your eyes. A cool draft of air infiltrates the room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Within this tense ambiance, a menacing snarl and a huff reverberate, accompanied by the unsettling noise of bones cracking as the intruder maneuvers to enter the house.

The soft whimper of the floorboards serves as a warning of its presence, prompting you to reluctantly open your eyes. A sudden gasp escapes your lips as you behold its towering horns, skeletal face morphing into a snout, and blood-red eyes. With a shudder, you tightly shut your eyes as the creature's head swivels in your direction, swiftly advancing toward where you lay on the couch.

Merely a few inches away from your position, the creature sniffs the air intently before gradually drawing nearer. As you open your eyes once more, you carefully scrutinize its appearance. Contrary to your initial perception, the creature's physique is not as slender as it seemed from afar. Adorned with a layer of fur, its arms display a muscularity that is not excessive, striking a harmonious balance. Furthermore, its thighs possess a substantial thickness, evoking a sense of strength. However, as your gaze trails down, you notice that its hind legs taper into a much skinnier form.

The creature looms closer than anticipated, its intense heat palpable against your skin. Despite its towering presence, its warm breath gently brushes your face. Your breathing stops as you feel something drag across your skin, it's rock hard but there's a softness to it. It pulsates rhythmically, and you swear that you can feel veins throbbing along its surface, a sticky and viscous substance oozing along your skin, inflicting a searing sensation.

You come to the realization that you are positioned just below the creature's waist, nearly at the same height. Was it– its cock touching you? Tears escape from your eyes, and you find yourself unable to move as it accidentally nudges against your lips. The creature is still in search of the sound it heard earlier, but your motionless state and barely audible breaths are causing confusion. You wonder briefly if it's blind.

You ache to turn your head away from it, yet you're acutely aware that any movement on your part could potentially alert it, and you could be killed. You endure it, eyes watching its head whip around for you. It leans closer, hips following suit. Scared that it'll notice your presence, in a hushed surrender, you part your lips, just in time for its throbbing member to slide into your warm, saliva-laden mouth— you had refrained from swallowing, fearing that the sound might betray your presence.  Underestimated, its long thick cock pushes against your throat, forcing you to suppress any sound that threatens to escape. Perhaps you should've just made a run for it.

 You can feel the hefty weight of its balls against your chin and clench your eyes shut as it jerks its hips back, causing you to exhale shakily through your nose. With its motion paused you observe one of its hind legs tapping on the wooden floor, seemingly quivering with delight from the sensation of being in your mouth.

Tears stream down your face as you stifle your sobs, desperately attempting to keep yourself from gagging. The creature's hips begin to thrust with an untamed ferocity, its primal growls and snarls resonating through its chest. Its flavor is raw and invigorating, not entirely repulsive but rather tolerable. The living room fills with the wet, squelching sound as saliva overflows in your mouth. Its member plunges deeper into your throat, causing drool to cascade down your cheek. 

 Your pussy throbs and clenches despite your fear. The disgust you feel towards yourself for being turned on in such a situation only heightens the sensation of disdain. The beast emits guttural grunts now, its hips faltering, and you can sense its impending climax. Arousal drips from your cunt, coating your labia and making your panties stick to you uncomfortably.

 As terrified as you are, the urge to swallow is becoming overwhelmingly difficult to ignore. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you succumb to the temptation, swallowing as discreetly as possible, relieved that the sound remains unheard. However, this action seems to have an unexpected effect on the creature, as the feeling of your throat squeezing the tip of its cock causes it to thrust forward abruptly, causing you to gag, feeling it nearly reach the depths of your throat.

 Thick ropes of tacky, sweet cum coat your throat white and you find it hard to swallow. Its legs shudder for a moment and it continues to move its hips in your mouth before it thankfully backs away from the couch, seemingly satisfied.

 Anticipation filled your gaze as you observed it retreat toward the entrance., almost sighing in relief as you parted your thighs, feeling the tension release as your pussy lips spread apart, the sensation of wetness trickling down your thighs.

 Sniff

 Your gaze darted upwards, and a surge of fear coursed through you, and it made you want to scream. The creature was gazing in your direction, yet not directly at you. The door became a distant memory as it slowly retraced its steps toward your position, its nose held high in the air. You realized it must have caught the intoxicating scent of your arousal. In a discreet attempt, you closed your legs, hoping to dissuade its advances.

   But it persisted, undeterred. With your eyes clenched shut, tears streamed down, obscuring your vision. It halted at your head, lowering itself to take a deep, lingering sniff, still unsatisfied. Lower and lower it ventured, until it paused just above your belly button. Another teasing sniff, followed by a playful chuff, before it finally made its way towards your tightly closed legs.

 With a gentle nudge, its snout caressed your thighs, urging you to surrender. You hesitated, knowing that if you resisted, it would employ a more forceful approach. Reluctantly, you yielded, parting your thighs, cursing your decision to forgo pajama bottoms after removing your jeans. A jolt of surprise coursed through you as its elongated, slightly pointed tongue sensually traced the contours of your inner thigh.

Drawing nearer, it sniffed intently, determined to locate the exact origin of the alluring scent. One of its legs rested on the couch, its body contorted to get closer to your pulsating entrance. Though fear gripped you, causing tremors, your wet pussy clenched and released, eagerly anticipating something, anything. The heat of its breath brushed against your legs, its horns pressed against your stomach. Its elongated black tongue slithered forward, disappearing between your thighs, causing your soaked panties to dampen even more so as it leisurely licked and coiled around the fabric.

Eagerly, it buried its head between your luscious thighs, its horns grazing against your quivering stomach. Your body tensed as its teeth sank into your delicate underwear, tearing it apart with horrifying ease. A provocative sniff caused a blush to bloom on your cheeks, and you resisted the urge to close your legs.

And suddenly you’re lost in a haze of desire, your eyes rolled back, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through your cunt. Its tongue skillfully traced a path up your slick folds, lavishing attention on your throbbing clit with a delicious roughness. Your legs tensed, responding to the electrifying sensations, while its commanding hands firmly grasped your thighs, ensuring a steady grip as it delved deeper into your pussy.

The relentless drag of its slippery, warm tongue had you gasping for air. It was evident that the beast had developed a fascination with your tender bundle of nerves. As it continued to lap at it, your juices drooled from your throbbing pussy, the thin part of its tongue coiled around your clit, squeezing and prodding it.

You couldn't help but moan out as you came, pussy spasming. Paying no mind to the noise, it continued to lick up your moist slit, rumbling as it stumbled upon your small, tight entrance. Withdrawing, it grasped your legs tightly, almost folding you in half, pressing your thighs against your breasts.

What was happening? What was it doing?

  The sheer heaviness of its throbbing member grazing against your drenched folds elicited a sharp intake of breath, at this point you didn't care if you made noise or not. That thing would surely rip your pussy apart.

 It prodded at your entrance, clumsily trying to find your hole. When the head of its cock finally slid against you, it snarled lowly, the tip of its cock getting drenched from your arousal. The wendigo slowly inched in and you whine out as the bulbous tip slowly pops in, painfully stretching you. Your thighs tremble as your pussy reluctantly give way to its overwhelming thickness, pulsating around the beast timidly.

You're a moaning mess, completely enthralled as its fat, long cock disappears into your dripping cunt. Every vein and ridge pulsates against your sensitive walls. Your tightness clenches around its cock, causing it to emit a deep growl as it sinks deeper and deeper. The bulbous head tenderly grazes your cervix, while its weighty, thick balls press firmly against your ass. Your whimpers and spasms intensify, your eyes rolling back and your nipples straining against your blouse. It remains motionless for a moment, its breaths labored and its grip tightening against your trembling thighs.

With a forceful pull and a swift thrust, it sets a punishing rhythm. The silhouette of its member presses against your abdomen, and it makes you even whine in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. The fear has ebbed away and you can only moan and cry for more, you can feel the drag of its pelvis touch your aching clit when it pulls out. The pain and pleasure meld together, distorting your vision, your eyes bleary and lips parted. 

   A particular rough thrust against your g-spot has you cumming hard and long, your pussy gripping its cock tightly, milking it with fervor. It thrusts into you once more, gently stretching your cervix open, its tip finding a comfortable resting place. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your womb, the sheer girth of its member ensuring not a single drop escapes, it lasts for a few minutes until your stomach extends slightly and you're too tired to move.

As it withdraws, a torrent of cum spills onto the couch, causing your belly to deflate slightly, yet not completely. The wendigo is finally sheathed, its cock nowhere in sight.

 In an instant, a sensation of weightlessness engulfs you, as if you are floating on air. You find yourself nestled against the powerful chest of the creature, your mind clouded with desire and confusion. Despite your desperate attempts, you are unable to break free from its hold, your throat throbbing with pain. 

  In the blink of an eye, the two of you are whisked away, leaving the safety of the house behind. Your feeble attempt to reach for the door is futile, as it vanishes into thin air. Now, surrounded by the mysterious allure of the forest, you realize that you are not alone. More of those captivating creatures encircle you, their presence both exhilarating and unnerving.

 Tears cascade down your delicate cheeks as your gaze is drawn to their thick, long, heavy cocks hanging between their legs— despite how absolutely terrified you are, your pussy begins to ache and drip. Gradually, you are lowered onto the soft ground, the sensation of the grass teasing your supine form. One of the creatures steps forward, communicating with its companion in a series of excited chitters. 

  Your trembling legs are gently parted, allowing a thicker, lengthier shaft to penetrate your eager entrance. The keening sound of your wanton moans fills the air, blending with the rustling of the grass in the secluded clearing. Suddenly, something nudges your lips, and as you gaze upwards, another creature stands before you, its gaze fixated upon your vulnerable form. Without hesitation, you part your lips, your eyes widening in anticipation as their hips thrust forward, plunging into your mouth, instantly throat-fucking you. You splutter and gag, fear settling deep in your chest.

 Your gaze becomes misty as your eyes well up, and as you peer through them, you notice a multitude of over 50 more of them, cocks oozing with precum, waiting for a chance to fuck you themselves.

Is this how you'd be living now?

[yuutx]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 . . (𝒩𝒜𝒩𝒜𝑀𝐼 𝒦𝐸𝒩𝒯𝒪)

nanami kento x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. grinding against his thigh. tit/nipple play. clit play + clit slapping. size kink. breeding kink. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა

just wanna let u all know that this probably isn't my best of works as im really sick right now . . i hope you enjoy nonetheless though ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Your sopping cunt rutted against his thick thigh, his hands gripping your hips as he watched you ride him, trying to get off from his thigh alone. Nanami leaned back against the couch, letting you have your fun. He knew how desperate you'd been all night. His lips parted as he watched you move, the slickness of your arousal dripping down his leg. Your breasts bounced in his face and he caught one with his mouth, licking over the sensitive peak, sucking it into his hot mouth. His teeth gently pulled at your nipple, his fingers pinching the other between his calloused digits, rolling it around, feeling the stiffness between his fingers. His tongue flicked out, tracing the hardened bud, his eyes lifting to watch your face as he teased you, your hands tangled in his blonde hair, his name on your lips.

Nanami let go of your nipple with a wet pop, his hands trailing down your sides to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before pushing you against him. His fingers gripped the round globes as he watched you, your body shaking, your walls quivering, trying to tighten around something that wasn't there. His lips curled into a small smile as he felt you twitching above him, your hips moving in short, quick jerks. You were so close to coming undone.

He pushed his thigh harder against your clit, your body moving on instinct as you ground yourself against him, the slacks he wore providing the perfect amount of friction for your sensitive clit. The coil within you wound tighter, almost ready to snap, so close to falling over the edge. You whined when his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, the pressure building higher and higher.

"Go ahead," his voice was smooth, dark and low. "I know you're close. Let go, love. Cum on my thigh."

His words were all you needed, and you fell apart, your walls fluttering around nothing, your hips spasming, his hands holding you in place. Your eyes closed, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, his name tumbling from your lips, breathy moans filling the air. Your hands left his hair, trailing down his shoulders to his biceps, holding onto him as you came down, the high slowly fading away.

You opened your eyes, meeting his hazel gaze, his blonde locks falling in front of his face. He gave you a crooked smile, his lips parting as he spoke. "Such a good girl, cumming for me." His thumbs caressed the flesh of your hips as he continued, "You looked so beautiful, rutting against me. So desperate, so needy." He paused, his grip on you tightening, his eyes burning with a desire he had yet to satiate. "Do you think you're ready for more?"

Your walls clenched around nothing, his words causing another wave of arousal to flood from your slit. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. His hands moved from your hips to your chest, pushing your tits together, his head ducking down to lick between the valley. His tongue dragged from the underside of your breast up the center, stopping to give each nipple a long, slow lick. He blew cool air on the wet trails, watching with lust-blown eyes as your nipples hardened once more. "So responsive," his voice was deep, full of want, the hunger he had been ignoring all night coming to the surface. "Do you think you can handle my cock now, little one? Can you take all of me?"

You whined, wanting him inside of you more than anything, wanting him to fill you, stretch you. Your head nodded, your hips lifting. Nanami chuckled, the sound causing a shiver to run down your spine, his hands leaving your breasts. He reached between your bodies, fingers undoing the zipper of his pants. His length sprang free, the tip weeping pearly precum, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

Nanami rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. He pressed the blunt tip against your hole, the swollen head pushing past the tight ring of muscle, sinking inch by inch into your tight cunt. His mouth fell open, a moan slipping out. Your walls clung to his cock, trying to keep him inside. You felt so full, so complete. The stretch bordered on painful, but you loved it, the delicious burn adding to your arousal. He bottomed out, his pelvis flush against yours. His head fell forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his eyes closed, taking a moment to savor the feeling of being sheathed inside you. Glossy lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick the salty skin, his breath hot against your body. "So fucking good, angel. You're so tight, so perfect for me..You feel like heaven." Nanami lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours, his mouth a mere centimeter from yours. "You ready, baby? I'm not going to be gentle, not tonight." He pulled his hips back, until only the tip was still inside, his hands grabbing your waist, his grip bruising. "I'm going to ruin you."

With those final whispers, his mouth crashed against yours, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. His hips slammed back against you, his cock bottoming out, the force of the thrust causing your body to jerk. You moaned into his mouth, your body shaking, the pain of the impact quickly dissipating, replaced with the overwhelming need for him to do it again. He pulled his hips back again, his length dragging along your fluttering walls, the feeling of being empty causing you to break the kiss, a whimper slipping out. You didn't have time to miss the way he filled you before he thrust back inside, his pace unforgiving. You could do nothing but hold onto him, his body the only thing keeping you grounded. He moved one of his hands from your waist to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape, pulling you back towards him, his lips claiming yours again. His other hand moved from your waist, his thumb finding your clit, his skilled digit rubbing tight circles around the bundle of nerves. Your mind was reeling, unable to keep up, the dual stimulation driving you wild.

You pulled away, a broken cry falling from your mouth as his hips snapped against you again, his cock pounding into your cunt. He kept the pace, his finger swirling around your clit, the pleasure growing within you, the coil winding tighter and tighter. "Ke-Kento.. s' good, love your cock..so big.." The words left your mouth in a rush, your brain too hazy to think of anything coherent. You could hear the wet noises of your bodies coming together, his length moving easily inside you. "Mhmm, please don't stop… i-i'm close..close to cumming on your b-big.. a-ah..!"

Your body shuddered, a yelp escaping as he slapped your clit, the sharp sting quickly melting into pleasure. You could feel your orgasm approaching, so close, the tidal wave of euphoria cresting. A few more well timed thrusts and his thumb pressing hard against your clit was all it took to push you over the edge. You fell, the world around you fading away, only Nanami's cock and the way he filled you mattering. You clenched around his cock, his hips faltering as he chased his own release, his length swelling. "Fu-fuck," his voice was deeper, more ragged. "Gonna fill this little pussy with my cum. Gonna breed you, make you mine." He stilled, his cock buried to the hilt, the first hot spurt of cum splashing against your walls, a guttural groan leaving his throat. His mouth fell open, his eyes shut as his body shook, the euphoria washing over him, his mind blissfully blank. His hips twitched, his member pulsing, squirt after hot squirt coating the inside of your cunt, his length twitching as his balls emptied, his seed seeping from the corners of your joined sex. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze, a smile gracing his lips, his eyes soft.

"Mine..Finally mine."

[jeanbie]

GHOSTFACE ★ masterlist.

pairing: connie x reader

genre: modern au | warnings: explicit sexual content, masked sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, quickie, squirting | wc: 4.6k

note: im tingling....and toying with a pt2...thoughts?!! plz share ૮ • ﻌ - ა

⏤ You've got no idea who dressed up as Ghostface to Eren's Halloween party, but damn, do they fuck nice.

Bassline. The thundering vibrations of Eren’s drum and bass mix seem to rattle the entire fourth floor of the apartment complex; there are feet stomping on the lino of the kitchen floor, people shouting to the dark stream of dialogue that is sampled into the tracks. The windows look as though they might shatter with the pulsing pressure of the music, and according to Jean who just went outside to the courtyard to have a cigarette, the music is so loud that it feels like it’s coming from outside the building and not within. 

Eren loves drum and bass, which is why it came as little surprise to everybody in attendance of his Halloween party that majority of this playlist has been of the same genre. 

The only real complaint you can find about the music is that some of the tracks are too long and too repetitive, and since about fifteen minutes ago when you found yourself bent over in one of the storage cupboards in the hallway with some stranger’s cock shoved up your cunt, you don’t think the song that was playing when you got there has even finished yet.

The cupboard is submerged in darkness, but even if there had been a light on it wouldn’t have mattered — the stranger’s face is hidden behind the screaming slope of a Scream mask. 

While this stranger has had you bent over one of the stored suitcases in the cupboard, you’ve been trying to figure out who he is, if you might actually know him. There are signs to take note of; his blunt fingernails, the skinny ring on his middle finger, the quiet string of curses from behind the cheap plastic mask. 

You turn your head over your shoulder, trying to search him out in the darkness. You catch what looks like a glimpse of the white of his mask before he takes one hand off your waist and fists it in your hair, pulling your head back closer to the mask whilst speeding up his hips. The clench of your cunt around his cock makes his fist tighten in your hair, and you gasp and fumble to hold the handle of whoever’s suitcase this happens to be.

His hips snatch up, burying his cock back inside of you and eventually letting go your hair to wrap both of his hands back around your waist. He pulls you to meet him as he thrusts in, the ricochet of your ass slapping into his hips sending you lurching forward into the wall — you barely stop yourself from face-planting into it with your palm, and you settle for gripping onto the suitcase beneath you for dear life as the stranger speeds up his slamming.

The fact that the person up your snatch right now is a stranger makes your head whirl — this is exactly the kind of scenario you think your parents might have been warning you of when they sent you off to university two years ago. But none of that matters now, not when the hardness shoved deep inside of you feels as good as this dude’s does.

Ghostface pushes himself deeper, shoving your chest down against the suitcase so the angle is just right. You feel his fingers smoothing up your spine appreciatively as he fucks into you, and the sudden realisation that you’re almost naked while he’s still concealed beneath dark robes and a mask hits you. 

As he guides your hips up his cock and lets you sink back down onto him at your own tired pace, you moan loudly, feeling your thighs tremble against the fabric of the suitcase.

Behind you, the sharp point of his hips begin to hit you in even intervals — if you could see in this darkness, you’d see them moving in a roundish motion, each upward flick of his hips hitting the spot he’s been looking for the entire time.

You squeal, jolting up when he finds it and when he does, the hand on your back smooths across your skin before coming again to settle on your waist. His hands tighten around it while his hips rock back up into you, the wetness between your legs practically drooling from your hole.

Each thrust now is long and slow; you can feel the entire length of his dick pulling out of you save for the tip, and then rushing back inside of you roughly. Without even thinking about it, your walls clench closed around him and he sucks in a hiss, one you’re shocked to have been able to hear amidst the party outside.

Ghostface speeds up. He pushes into you with ease, relishing in the sound of your voice groaning and whimpering underneath him.

A pressure builds in your stomach, and Ghostface just about catches you when you fumble, the feeling of his hands around your middle tightening as he does all the work. He fucks himself with your pussy, knowing from the arrangement of noises you’ve sung to him where you like him best, which angle makes you moan more, where the wetness builds and squelches around him and dribbles down your leg.

“Ah, fuck!” you cry, taking the masked man by genuine surprise as his body shifts with quiet laughter, his fingers pinching the bunch of skin around your waist. He knows that you’re tired, and knows that you want to cum — just like how he knows that you know he wants to cum, too.

You feel full to the brim with him — you don’t know if this is the best sex you’ve ever had or if you just think that because it could be anybody under that mask fucking you.

Again, you try to peer round your shoulder to look for him, and this time you happen to snatch a look now that your eyes have adjusted to the light. Ghostface stares back at you with indifference, but you wonder how he might be looking underneath — face scrunched up with pleasure, a lip between his teeth, eyes blown open or perhaps clenched tight. 

Doesn’t matter. It just feels too fucking good.

You start to say something but your words die out, your mind focusing on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, mapping the way to your cervix, the tip kissing every nice spot you have never found with anybody else. 

Finally, when you think Ghostface might be pulling out to blow a load over your back, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on edge when you feel him drag his cock out of you, and feel his hands pressing your ass cheeks, as if wanting to widen them apart.

Suddenly, you reach back and grab his wrist. You sense his gaze behind the hollow black spots of the mask and he tilts his head to the side. This guy is leaning in to the concept of Ghostface so heavily that it makes you shudder, but the damp spot between your legs sings a different story.

“Wait,” you manage to say, halting his cock from snuggling itself between your ass and up it. You’re not exactly closed off to anal, but not with someone you don’t even know, even worse inside of Eren’s storage cupboard using someone’s suitcase as a support. 

Ghostface rolls his shoulders, returning his head to a straight and level position before pulling back entirely. Your heart rises to your throat — there’s no way he’ll just leave after you’ve said no. Neither of you are ready to part just yet.

Thankfully, Ghostface doesn’t leave; he curves his arm around your waist and twists you, your little top pushing against his chest for a split second before he lifts you up off the ground. The suitcase now finds itself a seat for you to sit on, while he lifts your legs higher around his body and aligns his cock back near your cunt before plunging himself back in as if he never even left.

Your jaw falls open, and now that your eyes are accustomed to the veil of darkness settled in the cupboard you can make out his mask above you, and both of his hands on your thighs. Being able to see the mysterious man in costume as he watches your pussy swallow his cock with every thrust only increases the pleasure, the rush of the masked assailant taking complete ownership of you, the thrill of the door behind him opening at any second.

He pushes your mini-skirt higher up over your stomach, sliding his right hand down from your thigh to roll his thumb over your clit. Your body jumps at the new feeling, and as the suitcase begins to wobble precariously beneath you, you try to grab onto something nearby and find nothing in reach. Settling to grip one hand on the case beneath you and his naked wrist, you place your faith in the trusty case and hope that it won’t collapse beneath you as Ghostface picks up the pace. 

Every frantic thrust brings you an inch closer to the wall behind your head, but all you can focus on is the outline of his wrist reaching between your thighs and the white curve of the mask staring back at you in silence. You chew out a course of curses, a warm feeling rippling from your cunt all the way to your chest. 

The cupboard feels like a corner of hell, stinking of sex, but all you can care to focus on is the feeling of this man’s dick inside of you, and how you want nothing else but for it to remain there for the rest of the evening.

You’re almost thankful for the lack of visibility in here, and no doubt behind the dark fabric of his masked eyes — you must look a mess, and you do. The man watches you with a half-lidded gaze, watching you unravel at the seams into a mewling mess under his hands. His thumb swirls slower around your clit, his nail slowly flicking over the curve of it as you moan, clenching your hand around his wrist. He shakes himself free from your clutches and moves to feel his cock stretching you open, fingering the wetness pool around him. 

He swipes his finger up the slit of your cunt and then slides his palm over your stomach. You crane your head to stare at him, at the ridges of bone and his protruding veins that simmer across his hand. His fingers are slender, pretty almost, and you watch whilst panting as he stretches his hand across your lower stomach and presses down. At that, his hips flick up higher and you yelp — he’s feeling around for his hand on the surface. 

He fucks up into you, feeling the dull lump of his dick pressing against you, and in turn you feel your legs trembling around him. Ghostface grips you even harder, grunting every time his balls slap up against your bum. The suitcase is wobbling furiously beneath you, but you can’t even feel it teetering on its edge — you’re too busy drowning in the aching pressure building in your body, and trying to fight it and failing miserably.

Ghostface releases your waist in surprise when you very suddenly release; a stream of squirt shoots out of your pussy onto the front of his dark cloak, and as soon as he lets you go, the suitcase beneath you falls and down you disappear against the wall down to the floor.

You land with an unceremonious groan, still squirting and shaking as you descend, and as you cry out in both pleasure and shock, Ghostface laughs and towers over you.

His laugh is loud, the loudest noise he’s made the entire time he’s been in here fucking you. It comes from deep within, boyish and sexy and enough to make you reach forward and press your fingers against your throbbing cunt.

“Shit, mama,” Ghostface croons, still chortling at your fall from grace to the floor of the cupboard. He breathes in with a voiced breath as he watches you fiddle with your clit like a button, staring up at him with a breathless and dazed look.

He tilts his head again — your body physically twitches.

“Oh, you want more?” he asks. You definitely don’t recognise his voice; you barely hear it now the song has changed in the kitchen next door. You’re lucky to have heard Ghostface talk the first time and laugh at the sight of your pussy in the air and legs spread wide.

Ghostface reaches for his cock, which remains hard and rigid under the falling figure of his cloak and he kicks the suitcase to the side. With your calves on either side of his thighs, he positions himself over you as you lie on the floor and starts to stroke his cock from the top to the bottom, picking up speed and watching you stroke the slick space between your legs. Your legs clench closed when you poke one finger into your quivering hole, but Ghostface nudges your legs with his knee and forces them back open.

If the door were to open now, how would you begin to explain the scene? A guy dressed as Ghostface standing over you while you’re undressed on the floor with your legs spread open, pumping his cock as he does nothing to help you up off the ground, enjoying every second of watching you try to finger your pussy and fight the sensitive jolts your body performs. Where would you even start with trying to explain that?

Ghostface shifts his weight above you, his hand moving so fast above you that you can barely see it moving, the black fabric of his cloak blocking the sight from view on occasion. He flicks his wrist as if this is an ordinary session of jerking off, as if you’re not on the floor beneath him ready to catch the blow.

He grunts, and you feel his feet gently brush your ass on the floor when he leans forward unexpectedly and lays one hand flat on the wall your head is against. Then you register a warmth shooting down onto your pussy, moving up to your chest as it falls and rises. He’s cumming. On you. All over you.

You don’t know where the need comes from, but you angle yourself up and position your face under his burst, catching the last few ropes of his cum with your tongue, moaning open-mouthed at the salty taste of it. You can feel the rest of it sliding down your body, trickling down your wet slit and past your bum to the floor. 

Ghostface curses and laughs again, looking down at you.

“Slut,” he calls affectionately, chuckling as he does so. A wild heat blooms on your face. 

Ghostface leans forward and fingers his hand through your hair, using the other one still wrapped around his cock to shake it, as if ridding the last drops of his seed onto your face before letting it fall back behind the curtain of black robes.

The unknown Ghostface grips your face with his hand, staring at the way your eyes burn up into his widely and tiredly. His head tilts again in the way he likes, and then he pats your cheek and waves his hand at you. It takes a second before you understand that he’s waving for you to stand up.

With a struggle, you find your feet and rise to stand in front of him. He assesses the display of sticky cum over your body and face and laughs again, as if finding the whole thing unbelievable and endearing, and then he uses the inside of his cloak to wipe whatever he can see in the dark off your skin. There’s still a party to enjoy — he’s not cruel enough to send you back into the fray with his seed splattered down your front.

A few moments later, the door to the storage cupboard opens from the inside and you ungracefully step out, your body still feeling light and like jelly. Ghostface is just a step behind you, but before you can step into the equally dim light of the flat hallway, he reaches out and fiddles with your skirt. You feel the cheap fabric of it drag in a rearrangement.

He’s pulled your skirt from up above your arse and returned you to normal. 

Ghostface gently pushes you forward and turns to close the door behind him. You still in place, turning to him and hoping he might share who he is, maybe suggest finding a room to have some more fun in. But all he does is look at you before disappearing back inside of the heart of the party taking place in the kitchen.

Leaving you standing there.

A door to someone’s bedroom opens and out someone steps, dressed in a very cute cosplay of Yuna from Final Fantasy. They smile when they see you and use their thumb to gesture behind them: “Bathrooms in there if you’re looking for it.”

You thank her and slowly wander inside, b-lining for the small ensuite and closing the door behind you. You barely think of looking at your reflection in the mirror until you’ve peed and wiped the sticky residue away, but when you do, you blow out a deep sigh and quickly wipe the smudge of eyeliner under your eye. 

You’ve looked worse. There’s always that.

You’re just about to step into the hallway when a Ghostface breezes past you. Immediately, your body freezes, watching the masked figure look back towards the front door with a howling laugh, and when you turn to the door you watch two more Ghostface’s tumble in after him. Your heart lurches in your chest — this just got more complicated.

One of them looks at you and holds up their prop weapon as they pass, using it as if beckoning you to the kitchen where your friends are probably waiting for you. Hoping they’ll avoid all interrogations of where you’ve been for the last twenty minutes, you prepare to poke your head inside and jump back when Ymir steps out.

She looks haggard, her eyes hazed and red and she jerks backwards in surprise when you manifest into her view. 

“Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” she grumbles, looking you up and down after catching her breath.

A guy dressed in an uninspired pirate outfit passes and says, “Cute outfit.”

“Thanks,” you mutter in reply, then turn to Ymir again. “There’s no more loo roll in that bathroom, if that’s where you’re going.”

“Nah, going outside,” she tells you, “it’s like a sauna in there. Wanna come with?”

You hope that by joining Ymir outside you might iron out your neediness, but the feeling only increases. About five minutes into standing by one of the birch trees in the courtyard, flanked by Ymir and her two friends, you watch as a congregation of people flood out of the building you were just in. Ymir pays them no mind — they’re all at the same party, after all, but your eyes zero in on the familiar flash of black robes and fall on the sickening sight of another Ghostface mask looking right back at you.

You don’t even know if this is the same Ghostface sinking his dick into your cunt just mere minutes ago. 

“Why’s there so many Ghostface’s tonight?” you ask, feigning nonchalance.

Ymir shrugs and twists the butt of her cigarette against the tin bin on the wall. “Must be popular again this year.”

“The new Scream movie came out a few weeks ago,” one of her friends answers helpfully. “I’ve seen about six tonight. Don’t even know who any of them are, either.”

When Ymir gently pulls you back towards the party by your shoulders, you brave another look back at the group with the infamous Ghostface and tame the disappointment blooming in your chest when the masked stranger is no longer searching for you in the throng of people. 

You fall back invisibly in the crowd of people once inside, searching for the man who had claimed you as his own earlier in the night. But he might as well be a ghost in the wild gathering of strangers surrounding you as you try and find fun in dancing with Ymir — everywhere you look, you catch a glimpse of another warping mouth gaping at you, but never any signs of who just had you mewling in the cupboard. His identity and the possibility of it being revealed slip away as the night goes on, but the lingering memory and phantom feeling of his dick up your crotch never leaves.

You’ve never actually met Eren, despite being at his Halloween party at the start of the week. The weekend drawls by at an agonisingly slow pace, so much so that you’re overjoyed when Saturday arrives and you join Ymir back at Eren’s dormitory building for Armin’s belated birthday gathering.

Once you cross the familiar courtyard, you steal a glance up at Eren’s flat, a flood of memories rushing back to you. Hating to admit the disappointment of learning that Armin lived in a different section of the building to Eren, you look away from the full length windows peering in to Eren’s kitchen and hurry behind Ymir and Reiner as they stride down the path towards the heavy green doors. 

There’s a whole regiment of friends to Ymir who you’ve never even met before. There had never been any need to introduce you to the friends Ymir made during her first year of university when they all lived in the same building, and Ymir liked it that way. 

She had a balance of friend groups for different purposes: her fixed group of friends (including Reiner and a dozen others), you (who Ymir considered her best friend, even when she had a poor way of showing it sometimes) and her first year friends, of which includes Eren and the birthday boy, Armin.

You’re not so much fussed by meeting them for the first time. If all goes wrong, you have nothing to lose. 

Luckily, the unification of Ymir’s two friend groups goes according to plan; the collection of strangers prove to be friendly and welcoming, and you almost feel comfortable sitting in between Ymir and Reiner, his arm behind you on the back of the sofa and Ymir’s elbow on your knee as she leans forward to talk with Eren. 

Opposite you, a few of Ymir’s friends fall into a cacophony of laughter that makes you look over at them with interest. A girl with brown hair leans back into her friends arm as a guy with a buzz-cut steps into the kitchen, patting his hands on his cargos as if they were wet. You look away again when Reiner brings you up in the conversation he’s having to your right, and you’re intention is to remain there until your ears prick up at someone’s voice opposite you.

“Shit, mama, you good?”

Your head snaps to the side. 

Buzz-cut arches forward in his seat with a grin on his face, patting his hand on the brunette girl’s back as she coughs into her arm. The other friend, a dirty blond who you think is called Jean, takes her drink from her hands with a laugh while she splutters. Buzz-cut laughs too, the sound all too fucking familiar.

In your chest, your heart hammers before plunging to the pit of your stomach. When he rearranges himself and lays his hands flat on his parted knees, your eyes wander to his fingers and catch the sight of a slim silver band around his middle finger, and you feel your whole body go rigid.

It’s him. 

It’s your Ghostface.

“Shit, Sasha, why’d you spit your drink everywhere?” Eren asks, chuckling at the girl as she apologetically wipes her mouth and makes a move to wipe away the water. “Ugh, stop, stop.”

“Can you get the kitchen roll from the cupboard, Connie?” sighs Armin, and you watch as buzz-cut rises to his feet and circles towards a cupboard and pulls out the kitchen roll. A cupboard he knew to look inside, the familiar entry to the kitchen — your mysterious Ghostface lives here, and your body warms at the fact.

Connie approaches the shitty coffee table and unravels a blanket of paper before laying it across the spill, soaking up whatever it was Sasha was drinking. He does it fast, but you steal whatever looks you can at him while he’s not looking back. 

His hair is silver, the glint of silvery hoops and studs in his left ear standing out as an accent to his appearance. You watch his fingers grip the soggy clumps of tissue and familiarise yourself with them; just a few days ago, those fingers were around your waist, that thumb rolling circles around your clit.

You subtly fidget in your seat and try to look away, but you find yourself with the urge to look at him constantly, feeling like a schoolgirl crushing on her classmate. 

“What’s it with you and coffee tables?” Reiner asks Sasha, bringing her gaze over to him and by extension you. She smiles at you both, considering you’re looking right at her and between her, Jean and Connie. “Didn’t you hurl on Eren’s on Halloween?”

“That actually wasn’t me,” Sasha says immediately, frantically looking at Eren as he levels a look at her. “I swear. I swear it wasn’t me. It was Mina, I swear.”

“I watched you do it,” Reiner replies.

“No, no! Connie, back me up—”

“He wasn’t even there!”

Connie glances at Sasha as if weighing his options by defending her, and then he looks at Reiner. As he does so, you feel your heart in your throat when his eyes pass by your figure and settle on Reiner, and then suddenly jump back to you in a double take.

Connie stands there for a moment, his eyes glued to you like a predator to prey. You watch his eyes flicker around your face, analysing you, before falling down to your chest, your legs, and then finally back at your face. You wonder if you might have fallen under the radar if only you hadn’t clenched your legs tighter together and squirmed in your seat, which is all the evidence Connie needed to confirm that you were the girl who’s pussy he’d been up inside a few nights ago.

You don’t begin to guess what he might be thinking. He slowly comes back to his senses and sits in his chair, his gaze wandering around the room before inevitably coming back to you, finding your gaze still fixed on him in a stunned surprise that he feels bloom into a sort of pride. 

As he stares at you, he lets his head tilt to the side with a smile, watching the way your chest rises and falls before you force your gaze away, determined to find something interesting in Ymir’s conversation with the person next to her.

But now that you’ve seen him, and now that Connie’s seen you, you know that something has shifted, and when the vibrating pulse in your crotch returns unpleasantly, you force it away and count the seconds before you can leave with Ymir in tow — unsuspecting of the eyes that will follow as you go; oblivious to the desire stirring inside of Connie’s body to finish what he started on Halloween.

[pawified]

omg omg omg to add too mi post ( ♡ ) abt big brother choso & his best friend geto . . .

stepbrother!choso x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. ﾉ dark content ﾉ incest ﾉ dom and sub undertones ﾉ mutt + bitch name calling ﾉ mating press ﾉ implied threesome with geto ﾉ if u dnt like content like this pls dnt interact just block ! ! ૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა

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geto is a sleazy , filthy , prevert. it takes him a year, to convince your brother too let him have his way with you.

of course choso being your caring brother, despite the circumstances that are about to take place, he tells geto he will let him fuck you but he has to follow 3 simple ground rules.

geto quickly agrees and that’s when the two boys start too plan out everything. — they go over choso’s rules which concluded the following.

# don’t cum in ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ ! unless i say other wise. # must wear a condom. ( im fucking serious geto ) # i'll tell her when she get's to cum. # safe word and or signal. she goes dumb sometimes, we have to make sure she is aware.

normal people would say choso is a horrible, nasty older brother for allowing his best friend to use his little sister as a toy, but what people don’t understand is that you aren’t normal.

you are just as nasty, if not disgusting. all this didn’t start because choso took advantage of his sister, no.

you’re a mutt. you’d always leave your bedroom door open in hopes of choso walking by and catching a glimpse of you changing.

when your parents would go out of town, they would kiss you both goodbye, with your stepdad instructing choso too take good care of his sister, followed by your all but innocent reply “ he always does daddy, he is the best big brother ever! “

it’s every parents dream to have children that got along well, but your parents are clueless.

choso knew he was cursed from hell, when you would slip into his bed late at night wearing nothing but your cotton panties pressed up against his cock.

how can you blame him for indulging in something so sweet but filthy.

He knew he was a dead man walking when he caught you humping your cunt against a black bunny, you like to call “soso” that he gave you two christmas ago before he went away for college, named after him.

He also knew he was a sick bastard when he never walked away, instead he looked through the crack of your door and watched as you cried out to him, while you rubbed yourself against the little bunny, “a-ah! choso, please let m’ cum! please i’ve been a good girl right? “ you panted against your bedsheets now toppled over the damn bunny.

choso knew he could never not go back to fucking you, especially when he had you in a mating press with your arms wrapped around his neck and his tongue down your throat.

so no choso doesn’t feel guilty about letting his best friend use you nor will he ever because his little sister is a filthy fucking bitch that will do anything her older brother says.

[bunnyscone]

ok so a male yandere vampire who kidnaps fem reader but is very patient with her. he doesnt force her to do anything and lets her set the pace... until she starts her period. he just keeps eating her out over and over, apologizing the whole time bc "he just cant help himself"

Hiiiii!! thank you for your ask!! I love vampires!! Especially yandere ones! I plan on doing a little ramble/fic or whatever you wanna call it on this :) I kinda ran off with the idea, lol, but this was fun to write♡♡

Male! Vampire! OC x Female! Reader!

kinks: Hematolagnia, Menophilia, Dub-con(?), Praise Kink(?), Pussy and Cunt (mentions). Female Reader! (MxF)

By hitting 'keep reading' you are accepting that you are 18+ and are fine with reading dark/sensitive content. (Don't like? Don't read.)

OC: Vincent (Male! Vampire!) - Words: 313 - Proofread? Nope :)

"I... I'm sorry my dear..."

The soft whisper of his voice comes beneath you, the feeling of his heavy breath hitting your clothed cunt. His nails dig into you as he draws himself closer, his cheek resting against your thigh. A soft whimper escapes his throat as he lets out a heavy breath, mumbling out to you with a groan, "You... you just smell so good, my dear..."

You let out a squeak as he plants a heavy kiss on your inner thigh, nibbling at the soft skin. "Please... just let me have a taste...?" He mumbles out again, his tongue pressed up against your clothed clit, his thick salvia pooling and soaking the already bloody mess your aching cunt made.

It's been weeks since Vincent had actually last touched you, too nervous and worried about scaring you off and ruining his chance with you. Yet suddenly now that your cycle has begun, you're all he seems to want to grasp and hold, no longer caring about how patient he might need to be around you. Your touch-starved body seems to agree with his grasping and holding, leaning towards him unknowingly each time he moves closer, holding you to him.

"A... Alright..." You mumble out, shakingly nodding your head as you slowly grind your cunt against his face, the feeling of it leading you to feel even more needy. He lets out an excited whimper, pulling you even closer as he frees your cunt, moaning softly at the sight of the bloodied and aching hole. His hand comes up, his fingers pushing open your labia as he eagerly laps up into you.

You whimper and clench around his tongue, your cunt fluttering around him as he drinks up more of your blood and juices, his thumb coming up to circle and rub your clit as you moan.

"Good girl... You taste so good..."

mwahhhhhhhhhhhhh love youuuuuuuuu ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა♡♡♡♡

[manlicker69]

Hmm so could I request light yagami x male reader that acts like dazai?

I'm horrible with plot ideas, but he could be misa's brother?

Oh could it be a fluff & smut? With m!reader being bottom? (If you're comfortable)

-sunny

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yesss omg i haven't really seen much fluff light but I can definitely work with this!! Thanks for the request Sunny :3

Killing Me Softly With His Song

Tags :: Light Yagami x Male Reader, smut, fluff, praise, worship, manlicker69, soft Light, reader has healed and scabbed scars, kissing, soft sex, comfort, anal, gay, reference of Light being a God (yk), oral (reader recieves)

After a long day for both of you, Light wishes to worship you instead of you worshiping him.

You've been working all day, stress decorating your figure. Sitting on Light's bed, when you hear his footsteps approach.

"Light! Oh my pookie wookie bear how i've missed you!"

Cringing at the satire name, Light embraced your body with his.

"My love, how I've missed you all day."

You leave his embrace with a giggle, jumping back onto the bed with recoil.

"Aww, you missed me? How much would you say? As large as a subway 12", or as big as Japan?"

Your intoxicating smile protruded Light's mind, mentally lifting him off of his feet. He walked on clouds to meet your face once again, greeting your lips softly. After a peaceful few seconds, he disconnects from you.

"Bigger than the distance to the moon and back, my love."

He engorged himself into your scent, appreciating the being in his arms. He greeted your lips once more, caressing your curves with curved wrists. Deep into the kiss, Light pushes you more onto the bed for him to roam over you, peppering love into your soul. You pull away to breathe properly, breathlessly staring into his dark orbs.

"I never thought that I'd be making love to a God."

You smirked, knowing your statement would arouse him even further than your body has. Light grew harder against you, but softly grabbed your form closer to kiss you once more.

"This God has noticed your effort, and he will gift you with his praise in return."

While leaving trails of kisses down your neck, he began undressing your top, feeling you up to his heart's content. He kisses your healed and unhealed scars, hoping his love overtakes their sorrow meaning. He continues his trail down your chest and stomach, hands attending his own shirt.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are Y/n... - do you consent to this?"

Focused on his gorgeous face, you slip trying to find your words.

"You have my consent, my love."

Light grips your face as if the world were to fall on him, and pecks a kiss before lowering down to your chest as he undresses your lower half. Your length springs up to the heavens, harsh and cold air hitting it.

"Are you prepared for your gift?"

You nod with a grin on your face, calm yet madly in love with everything about him. He leans forward towards your crotch to take your member in his mouth. His mouth hollow while taking you slowly. Groans and soft moans leave your throat, grasping the sheets you lie on. Light hums along your cock as he fully takes you down his throat, lifting his orbs to view your own.

"Your... your mouth feels amazing around my cock Light, keep... keep going please."

He moves along your length, swallowing both his own saliva and your pre-cum as well as he can. He starts quickening his pace faster, wanting to see your reaction. You start thrusting in his mouth, sweating like an addict for more friction. With your last thrust, you cum in his throat, watching his eyes roll back as he chokes on you. Pulling himself off of you, he grabs your face to kiss you more. You can taste your come in his mouth, arousing you even further.

"Lie down comfortably, please."

You both let go and you readjust you position, lying down on your back, staring at your lover.

"You're such a good boy y/n, such a good boy for me."

He pecks your cheek softly, then aligning himself with your entrance. With a small sigh, he slowly enters you, stirring whines and moans from you once again, He was much bigger than you, but he could still hit all of the right spots.

"Mmm... Y/n, tell me when to move."

You huff and puff around his cock, throbbing and squeezing him while you adjust. Light brushes your face wish his lips, a soft gesture you didn't often see.

"I'm okay now... you can move Light."

The sound of his name lit up in his mind like a light bulb, and started turning his gears to thrust inside of you. Making sure not to break you, he tries to hold back on his strength.

"You're so fucking handsome I - Oh my godd y/n..."

He quickens his thrusts and forms a ryrhem to follow your moans, music to his ears. Your whines performing as an orchestra to his ears. At an attempt to solve his hunger for more of you, he leans down to kiss and bite your neck.

"L-light oh my mmf... I'm gonn-"

Light swallows your words with a kiss, eating them one by one. His pace at high speeds, both his movement and your moans loud and fast. He begins loosing precision in his thrusts as he can feel his orgasm, while you scratch his back for any sense of relief. On the brink of his orgasm, you feel your own make a mess on your chest and his. He makes one final big thrust, continued with little ones, staying on top of your chest.

"You are such a good boy for me y/n , in and out of bed."

Finding your vision after your washed orgasm, you let out a soft laugh to his humor. Before the two do you could continue your short lived conversation, a call spawns in the room. Light and you look around, trying to spot the phone. Light spots it lying on the floor in one of your discarded pant pockets.

“You’re not going to answer that, right?”

Light chuckles, and does everything you didn’t want him to do ; he picked up the phone.

“Helloooo?? Y/n??? Ugh I’ve been texting you!!! Why haven’t you answered me yet??”

The loud high pitched voice of Misa fills the room.

“Sorry, he was busy with something, he’ll get back to you soon.”

He closes the phone as she protests, but fails to stop him.

“Why’d you do that?”

You lie there, still stuffed with Light’s cock.

“It’s fun to annoy your sister.”

Hope you enjoy! I am pretty tired and I am not energized enough to edit or fix any possible issues or just stuff I don't like so sorry >_<

I also kinda forgot abt the misa part so i put it in the end lol 😭😭

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Have any requests? Dm me! <33

[kunigmis]

VIRGIN ON THE ROCKS

when you have one too many pretty virgin boys at your feet, their heart in your hands and their cherry at the tip of your tongue, it’s only safe to take a gamble! so, let’s order a drink of virgin on the rocks!

a virgin (killer) series!

status: ongoing

series included: blue lock, tokyo revengers, haikyuu!! one piece, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, and my hero academia!

previewed content warning(s): minors do not interact! all characters are 20+, virgin!canon characters, virginity loss, (un)protected sex, oral (m/f!receiving), possible chance for dark content, manipulative tendencies, dub-con, kinks (specifics to be listed on the actual post), corruption of sorts, +more…

notes: in thanks for 200 followers(!!), i’m doing a series! it’s my first time doing a series of collective works within the same theme or topic(?) and i’m super excited to write them because i’m projecting my own desires :kiss::kiss: i do take requests for certain characters from the listed series above ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و like, a certain situation and such! though, if it wasn’t evident enough, all canon characters will be virgins, as this is a virgin killer series! (new: hi? it’s been ages? i’m finally getting around to posting this and i’m super excited to try and write this! i take suggestions or thirsts for this series, so please feel free to interact! my inbox is holding its legs wide open for you all!! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა )

blue lock works

pluck my cherry? isagi yoichi

tokyo revengers works

coming soon…

haikyū!! works

coming soon…

one piece works

coming soon…

jujutsu kaisen works

coming soon…

chainsaw man works

coming soon…

my hero academia works

coming soon…

[tteokdoroki]

𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — what he wants, when he wants + eren jaeger.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, oral sex (f!receiving) mentions of reader wearing a skirt, eren is a spoiled brat, fem!reader.

ok just quickly i need this out of my head!!! bc eren lies between your thighs since it’s just comforting to him and he’s a spoiled brat!!!

after classes he’ll come over to your dorm and make himself at home on your bed — let you pamper him as you offer him a snack and get him set up with the clothes he leaves over or his favourite blanket. there’s always at least fifteen minutes where eren is pouting like a kicked puppy, watching you flit around the room and turn on the aircon or the tv or your LED lights because he can only get comfortable once you’re laying down with him.

“you’re such a spoilt brat, ‘ren.” and yeah he is, but it doesn’t matter cause he’s your spoiled brat and he always ends up winning.

eren ends up settling his head l back on your tummy, he’ll pull your thighs over his shoulders too — turning his attention to whatever show you have on while you scratch at his scalp and take notes for your essays or homework.

he’s pampered, content because he knows that you know if you pull your hand from his hair he’ll start whining about how much you don’t love him.

so you keep twirling your fingers through your hair, squeezing your thighs around eren’s neck when he annoys you and sometimes leaning over him to press a chaste kiss to that big forehead of his.

sometimes just to spite you, eren will roll over and shove his face up your skirt or between your legs— trapping you underneath his hungry mouth. he’ll sink his teeth into your plush flesh, lap at your bite marks just to soothe you because he loves how you gasp and pretend like he doesn’t affect you in any sort of way.

“eren, big head, that hurts—” huffing you push at his head but your body betrays you, it gives you away as your thighs twitch apart to make room for him and your fingers slip into his dark locks to tug him closer to where you need him— eren’s tongue pressing against the slickness of your panties. “eren…”

“‘m sure it does baby, bet this hurts so…so bad.” once eren sets his sights on something, once he has an appetite to devour your cute moans and puffy little pussy there’s absolutely no stopping him. he always starts by nipping at your clit with a row of pearly whites, greyish-green eyes half lidded but looking up at you with desperation— in need of permission. and eren, he’s spoiled. you spoil him, he knows he’ll get what he wants— you always give it to him.

“fuck, i wanna taste you baby. can i? you gonna let me?” he asks like he’s begging but eren has you wrapped around his fingers (figuratively and literally)— spreading your swollen pussy lips apart with hazy eyes, drooling between your pudgy thighs. “‘course you are. ‘cause you love me, you love lookin’ after me. love spoilin’ me…”

and eren’s words get huskier, slower, sexier right down to the moment where his hungry and dirty mouth latches onto your fabric clad cunt— sucking your juices through them with a raunchy groan. the way you taste, the way you hiccup and whine breathlessly. it only drives him onward, eating you out between slick thighs like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have.

“eren jaeger,” you groan, thighs trembling either side of his head and messed up chocolate locks— your boyfriend’s cheeks glistening with your release and arousal. he looks up at you smitten, drunk on lust and your saccharine nectar as you brush l a stray lock away from eren’s sticky face. “you’re so fucking spoilt.”

[bbkissme99]

JJK recs nsfw just filth

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𝗗 𝗜 𝗟 𝗙 𝗧 𝗢 𝗕 𝗘 𝗥 [m.list] +18MDNI Masterlist multiple

NSFW is italicized, dark content is purple

Poly

Masterlist: Poly +Threesomes

BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

✨ the valentines playlist✨

pinnedpairing: nanami x f!reader x mei mei

Kento Nanami x f!Reader x Satoru Gojo

Professor!Nanami Kento x Boyfriend!Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Getou Suguru/Mei Mei;

Suguru Getou x f!Reader x Shoko Ieiri

Gojo x reader x shoko

Girls' Girl (Maki x Reader x Yuta x Toge)

dom reader x dom maki x sub yuuta

okkotsu yuuta x reader

Nobara Kugisaki w/ Yuji + Megumi mention

Itadori Yuji x Kugisaki Nobara x Fushiguro

Kinktober Day 7: Group Sex with Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and Megumi Fushiguro

megumi cucking yuji

how gojo would fuck you with both of the fushiguro’s?

Itafushi

Megumi x Yuuji

versatile!itafushi nsft headcanon

Itafushi

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 (𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

singer!itadori bass player! fushiguro

connect

Megumi x Reader (little bit of Yuji)

puppy yuuji trying to get megumi to join them in bed

ItaSuku

fushiguro toji x f!reader x fushiguro megumi; satoru gojō x f!reader x fushiguro megumi.

Mamaguro x F!Reader x Toji Fushiguro

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮/ 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 & 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ft. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ✘ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐱

nanami kento x fem!reader x itadori yūji; satoru gojō x fem!reader x okkotsu yūta.

Itadori Yuji+Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Reader

You stay at Yuji’s dorm for the night, but Sukuna decides to play with you before Yuji gained control of his body again.

Just daydreaming about when I’ll finally be able to lose my virginity to a girl…

money where your mouth is. pairing inumaki + maki + okkotsu x gn reader

inumaki + maki + okkotsu x gn reader

maki zenin x reader x megumi fushiguro

[Fushiguro Megumi + Maki Zenin]

Toji teach maki how to fuck you right

► 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍- Sukuna x fem!reader x Megumi

“Watch and Learn, Brat!” High school Yuuji x F. High School Reader x Sukuna NSFW‼️

✤ rougher please [yuuji + reader + sukuna] ✤

Yuuji x Reader (female), Sukuna x Reader Sukuna's handmouth

megumi fushiguro x f!reader x yuji itadori

Desc: you, gojo and yuuta have some fun in the water.

Kenjaku

Examination (Kenjaku x Reader)

Too Much (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)

[anantaru]

˚✩彡 𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 ! i hope everyone enjoys the sweet winter days, this might be my favorite time of the year so lets enjoy it all together !

important. i will write for both the genshin women and genshin men, there‘s no dark content whatsoever and this time it‘s not all mature so there will be sfw pieces as well !

rules. main masterlist. ao3. ૮꒰ ⑅ ´ ` ⑅ ꒱ა

˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝐒𝐓 — 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

kaeya, venti, zhongli, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, kazuha, ayato

˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝐑𝐃 — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏

eula, yelan, ei, shenhe, ningguang, dehya, arlecchino, nilou

˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝐓𝐇 — 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

heizou, childe, xiao, albedo, diluc, itto, scaramouche, alhaitham

˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏𝐓𝐇 — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏

ayaka, beidou, columbina, kokomi, ganyu, mona, yae miko, lisa

˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇 — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏

kaeya, venti, zhongli, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, kazuha, ayato

˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟕𝐓𝐇 — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏

heizou, childe, xiao, albedo, diluc, scaramouche, alhaitham

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₊˚⊹ One shots ( ♡₊˚ = personal favorites)

⋆Big Slugger (Yandere Scout)

Content warnings: yandere, gunplay (obvi), blowjob, bloodplay (?), humiliation, noncon

⋆Nocturnal Intrusion (Dark Junkrat)

noncon, degradation, humiliation, rough play, break-in

⋆A Wrench to Grind (Dark Engineer) ♡₊˚

Noncon, mating press, misogyny (AFAB Reader), slapping, choking, rough, bad ending, Engie straight up uses reader's mouth as an ashtray...

⋆Call Me Little Faulein (Yandere Medic)

Praise kink, voice kink, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, oral (female receiving), misuse of medical equipment

⋆Laid to Rest (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚

hurt/comfort, yandere, forced intimacy, depression, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst

⋆Big Slugger Pt. II (Yandere Scout)

dubcon, alcohol,  yandere, forced relationship gunplay, humiliation

⋆Cruelest (Classic Heavy) ♡₊˚

Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

⋆Nuthin' Personal (Dark Engie, Dark Sniper and Heavy) ♡₊˚

noncon, three way, Dark!Characterization, humiliation, AFAB reader, oral (male receiving), choking, knives, blood, punishment, double penetration, spit, groping, jarate used for SPITE, bad ending

⋆S'nowhere to Go (Yandere Heavy)

hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob

⋆John 1:9 (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚

Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob

⋆Safe and Sound (Yandere Spy)

yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior

⋆Look Ma No Hands! (Yandere Scout)

afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship

⋆Fingertips (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚

Dark!Medic, HARD noncon, forced intimacy/orgasm, AFAB reader/ female gendered terms, misogyny kink, corruption, toxic relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, rough, virgin breaking, medical misogyny (and slight infantilization)

⋆Keep your Friends Close (Soft-yandere Heavy and Medic) ♡₊˚

AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.

⋆French Invasion Tactics (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚

dubcon/coercion, Touch starved reader, yandere, hand kink, manipulation, possessive behavior, outdoor sex (graveyard sex), fingering, heresy/blasphemy, slightly rough, toxic relationship, AFAB reader, bad ending/angst

⋆Birthday Cake (Yandere Engineer) ♡₊˚

MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

⋆Poacher's Pride (Yandere Sniper)

Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy

⋆Night Light (Yandere Medic)

yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

⋆Heaven Waits (Yandere Medic) ♡₊˚

Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

⋆Puppy Eyes (Yandere Scout) ♡₊˚

dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?

⋆Hunting Party (Dark Demo and Dark Soldier)

Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway

⋆The Bunny under the Bridge (Yandere Scout)

Dark! Characterization (nothing too heavy, but still, definitely there), dubcon, light humiliation, coercion, hazing, AFAB reader, bargaining, reader is naïve, oral (male recieving)

⋆Unspoken Alliances *TEASER* (Yandere Spy)

⋆Back stabbers (Classic Heavy)

yandere, AFAB reader/female terms of affection used (good girl/my girl), abuse of power, dubcon, boss x employee dynamic, TOXIC RELATIONSIHP, possessiveness, rough, degradation, toxic masculinity/sexist cheavy big time, technically hurt/comfort but more accurately hurt/hurt the other person, arguing but it's basically foreplay

⋆The Chateau (Dark Vampire Engie and SpY) ♡₊˚

dubcon, Dark! characterization, corruption kink, sexual venom, three-way, hostage situation, coercion, blood drinking, degradation, implied bad ending, AFAB reader/female pronouns and terms used, reader is a masochist, Spy is a massive jerk and bullies Engie and reader

₊˚⊹ Headcanons

Yandere Medic Caretaker Headcanons

Yandere Scout NSFW Alphabet

⋆The Huntress, The Mastermind and The Oni x Altruistic survivor

Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor x Altruistic survivor

⋆Yandere Spy NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Engineer NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Sniper NSFW Alphabet

Heavy Yandere Alphabet

⋆Medic Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Mercs Love Languages

Yandere Mercs most to least likely to babytrap their s/o

Medic, Spy and Sniper with a captive developing Stockholm Syndrome

The Clown, Shape, Mastermind and Artist with Somnophilia

Yandere Engineer and Medic with a captive who managed to escape

Yandere Scout CNC headcanons

Scout, Demo, Engineer and Soldier getting NSFW call spammed by their s/o

Vampire Heavy, Demo, Medic, Engineer vampire AU headcanons

Scout, Sniper, Spy Vampire AU Headcanons

Yandere Medic NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Heavy being lead on by Reader

Yandere monster mash demo, scout and spy meeting their s/o

yandere mercs with an oblivious love interest

Yandere Medic, Spy and Sniper with a masochist s/o who likes danger

₊˚⊹ Miscellaneous/Drabbles

GREAT WALL OF HUSBANDOS TEIR LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)

GREAT WALL OF WAIFUS TIER LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)

DBH Characters Ranked Best to Worst Huggers

Engie Thirst Post

A Wrench to Grind Mini Drabble

On Writing Medic and Engie

On the "let's make a deal/dark gamble" trope

Yandere Spy Drabble

cnc horny ramble

TF2 Monster Mash AU

Tucking you into bed

Fluffy Sniper Drabble

My Little Sparkle Jump rope queen

Live Blogging Emesis Blue

Ranking the mercs hottest to least

Traveling Priest Engie Drabble (A character which I BLATANTLY stole from my writer's envy and heart's beloved @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered)

Emesis Blue drabble

Administrator Drabble (CURSED)

Birthday Cake Drabble (the fic)

Happy Father's Day Everyone

Fandom PSA

TF2 if they were on survivor

TF2 Star Sign Headcanons

still genuinely curious about this one

emesis blue speculation w/@fatgumsurpremacy-remastered !!!!!!!!

(poll) which of the mercs mothers is most likely to have kept their baby clothes

i need to protect him......

Why some characters are tagged Dark vs Yandere

(poll) if you were a blu captive who from the red team do you wish is gonna torture and hold you as prisoner

Mercs least to most fun to go shoplifting with

(poll) Who is most turned on listening to you whimpering

mercs i wanna smash watching the sunday morning cartoons

CaraTour Assignment

jumpscare

who is the hottest when they're mad (poll)

merc's body appreciation post

Spy thirst

Engie thirst

Classic Heavy Drabble

hits the mercs with a big scary gun that turns them british

TF2 Character food pref.s post

top kinks and a case for the underated kink of "marriage play/playing wedding night"

yandere red spy hiving complicated feelings for the blue scout reader