#Poorly written smut

[loving-azerath]

Keegan Brain rot

lately this man has been in my head ALL THE FUCKING TIME. SO I am dumping my toxic Keegan brain rot here and I look I get it "why are you romanticizing toxic relationships?" But IM writing it and YOUR reading it so its very much a Girl what were YOU doing at Satan's brunch type thing okay? Okay.

This man is smooth as hell okay? He gets you with that deep fucking voice, and his fucking hot shit attitude. He is hot and he knows it. He walks like its heavy and it is. HE KNOWS IT. He got you so fucking downbad because for the first couple months you guys are literally so fucking in love in hurts. Both of you.

Yes TOXIC KEEGAN fucking loves you. He can't get enough. It's an obsession. Which is why when he sees that coworker talking to you he loses his mind a bit. Thought of anyone else having you? Quite literally breaks this man. You two fight, you break up. You are devastated. He's heart broken. How could he do that when all he was trying to do was keep you? Now though he can't get you out of his head.

He misses every fucking part of you and no matter who he fucks it never compares. So he ends up luring you back in with sweet words and toxic fuckin dick. He fucks you like he gets paid to do it. Hand on your throat in prone bone, fucking into you with almost body slams. Your fucking sounds fueled him because he missed them so fucking much.

He leaves hickies now, needing to mark you as his in hopes to keep other guys from getting too close. Which would have worked. If the guys that were approaching you were interested and not co workers or married friends. Didn't matter what you said to him. Though you aren't innocent in this either. Somewhere you learned that when he gets possessive, when he gets jealous...he fucks you so good that it replays in your head on repeat throughout the next month. When he starts the fights you fucking fight back. With words just as sharp.

It became a cycle before you knew it. Two years gone in it. Going two or three months happy and then one of you fucks it up. You only stay broken up for a month at a time. Its all he can bare. Longer if hes deployed but you bet as soon as he comes home from deployment hes at the bar he knows you like to go to. Tucking you away into a bathroom, caging you in against the sink of the single dirty stall. He knew what to say, and you wanted him so fucking bad. Even when you hated him a part of your body craved him. Craved him so fucking bad. You would pretend not to be interested, knowing it pisses him off. You were already soaked just from having him practically pinning you against the sink. Staring through your pretend uninterest. It would be a battle of who gave in and kissed first. He always lost. He would grab a fistfull of hair from the nape of your neck, pulling your head back enough to get a sweet little whimper from your lips before swallowing it with his own. Which would just give you more whimpers for him to swallow. His lips were always so hungry for you, to taste literally every part. Every inch of your neck and chest. Bruising hickies would litter any place he knew a man would look. When he was so hard he would hurt himself from his dick pressing hard against his zipper and seam of his jeans. He would finally unzip them, free his cock that twitched when freed. Twitched when he pressed it against you just to kiss you again, small grinds because he just needed the friction.

"Fuck..." He practically growl, "Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me doll?"

You would blink twice at him

"Piss you off?" You ask, to do what you may ask? Oh right piss him off because as I said you aren't innocent in this shit. It would work too. He would be fucking fuming. Hiking your dress up without removing his eyes from yours.

"Damn right you fuckin' piss me off." He grinds, his fingers finding your folds, this part always broke you. Every. Fucking. Time. Because his fingers were like magic. The warmth and friction bringing shuttering whimpers which as soon as he heard his cock pressed up against your stomach twitched again.

"You feel, so fuckin wet." He would whisper "I need you so fucking bad baby"

"Beg" You say, straightfaced. His eyebrow twitches in irritation. He should have seen this coming. Truthfully. It didn't matter if it was in a dirty bathroom. You would walk him like the dog he was. He sighs flexing a muscle in his jaw. Before slowly lowering to his knees. His eyes once again, never leaving yours.

"Please baby...I need you so bad" He says kissing your hips, messaging your thighs with your dress still in his hands, moving the fabric up and down your thighs with his movements.

"More"

"You" kiss "are" kiss "Everything" kiss "To me" His mouth hovering right over the one place he wanted to sink in the most. "Please, I don't have purpose when you hate me"

You scoff "Thought your purpose was to make me hate you?" You ask

"Only when we fight baby, I don't wanna right right now" He says smoothly planting another kiss around the one spot you both wanted his lips.

"Then make me forgive you" you say, a smirk crosses his lips before he devours you. Moaning vibrations into your core as soon as he tastes you.

"Fuck baby" He says against you, between laps that he doesn't break his eye contact for. "This is what I'm made for" He says, every lap, suck, flick, and moan is driving you crazy. Your whimpers during into panted mewls and whines.

"Kee..." you whine when you're close.

"I know baby, I know. It feels good. It always feels good. We feel good" He says, sucking on your clit while the high rises. "Let me taste how good I make you feel"

It was always so easy for him to make you cum this way. Your hands gripping the sink behind you as you struggle to keep your sounds under uncontrol. He always pulls away from your sweet core like it pains him to do so. Grabbing your hips and turning you a little too needily around to face yourself in the mirror.

"Fuck look at how good we look together like this baby. Keep watching, you'll see just how perfect we look together." He says, he looks down to guide himself into you and the familiar stretch breaks any resolve you had left.

The sounds your bodies make when they slap together echoed off the tile bathroom walls. Keegan had his hand over your mouth, letting your muffled moans feed his addiction and ego. You catch your reflection, your eyes and brows pulled into a fucked out pleasured expression. Your wetness was drinking down your own thighs and your legs were shaking.

His thrusts getting sloppier and his groans turning into whimpers that made you fucking melt every fucking time. He knew it.

"God you make a mess of me Angel. A fucking mess. All I am without you" he whimpers. "all i fuckin am"

he shoves himself so far inside you that the pressure is almost too painfil while you feel him pump his ropes inside of you. You were panting against his chest as he slowly removes his hand, then himself.

"Forgive me?" He asks as he zips himself up. You just silently nod, brain still fuzzy and feeling the mess he made inside of you leak out. It was filthy, but you loved it. He kisses your forehead. "Good girl, Let's go. I want round two but the ungodly things I'm going to do to you needs privacy"

and then the cycle fucking continues.

[maddithefangirl]

A Chance With A Stranger (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: poorly written SMUT (Readers 18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The innkeeper accidentally booked you and a certain Shadowsinger to the same room… with no other available rooms… with only one bed.

a/n: This is my first time writing anything sexy/smutty so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to hear what y’all actually think of this as I worked really hard on it. Thanks all <3 xoxo

You could not believe the predicament you have been put in.

You were on your way to your childhood best friend’s wedding in the Illyrian Steppes when you stopped at a nearby inn. It was Spring so the snow had just stopped, but that did not stop the bone-chilling cold that racked your bones. The warmth of the inn was a very welcome reprieve from the cold as you stepped into its warm embrace. There were so many people you couldn’t believe that your friend knew so many people. By the look of it the inn must have been fully booked.

You made your way to check-in desk along with several other people including some with wings. You were used to people with wings as you were from the Dawn Court. But the wings up here were bigger, smoother and a lot more attractive to look at.

As you wait in line you admire the quaint atmosphere of the place and take in the slight scent of snow and eucalyptus. Not exactly a warm scent, but it was still welcoming. Your turn in line came up pretty quickly as you’re greeted by a tall, dark skinned male with dark hair, “good evening, welcome to the Greenston Inn. May I get your name?” You return with a smile and a small, “hello.” Then take a moment before stating your name. As he checks the book you take in a long, deep breath finally clearing your mind after travel. “Huh,” you hear him mutter as he keeps looking back and forth over the same two lines, “I’m sorry ma’am but there is a slight issue with your reservation. It looks like we have accidentally double booked your room for the night with the man standing over there at the bar with the wings.” You could not believe it.

He called over the man you had been double booked with to explain the situation, “So, it looks like you were accidentally double booked in the King Single room. I’m sorry to say that we have no other availability in the inn, but you are more than welcome to keep the room.” As you listen you finally take a look at the stranger, and he is absolutely breathtaking. His dark hair was short and the perfect amount of messy. His tanned skin with hints of tattoos poking out the top of his collar were about as mouthwatering as his large arms. You had never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life. “Well, I have nowhere else to go so I’ll definitely take the room, and I don’t mind sharing,” you said to both males with a slight blush on your face. The stranger gave a slight smile and nodded, “If it’s okay I also need the room so sharing would be great.” Okay, you knew you offered but you expected him to decline! Well this should be interesting…

You make your way up to the room slowly carrying your heavy luggage, the stranger following close behind. By the time you both reach the room and head inside, you are beat. Exhausted from your day of travel you drop your bags and flop onto the bed, just barely able to hear the door close on the other side of the room, “Well, hi, my name is Azriel, what’s yours?” Your eyes shoot open and you sit up, “Um, Y/N,” you reply quickly. You take a look around the room for the first time. There’s an armchair in the corner made to accommodate wings with a faux plant next to it, and by the bed is an ensuite bathroom with a large bathtub and two sinks.

The bed you were on would be big enough for at least three fae, but an Illyrian? Not sure how you both will fit. Wait, why am I assuming that we are sharing the bed? “Hi Y/N, well how do we want to do this? I can sleep in the armchair no problem, I only need this room for one night,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. Everything about him seems to be soft except for his appearance. One night… You could handle one night. “Okay well I know that the chair will be so uncomfortable… we could maybe share the bed and build a pillow fort between us?” You said back. Silence filled the room and only in that moment did you see shadows coming off his form and slowly made their way to you. You mouth gaped not scared, but slightly concerned. That was definitely something you had never seen before. He chuckled and the shadows came rolling back behind him, “Sounds good to me as long as you are completely sure.” You smiled at that. He must’ve been the most respectful male you had ever met.

After that he left the room until after dinner, and you were thankful for the peace and quiet. Dinner was as you expected, but the whole time all you kept thinking about was a nice, warm bath. When you made it back to the room the bath was already running. Great. You decided to take out your book and start reading to pass the time.

The book was not enough of a distraction to take away the thoughts of how that attractive male was naked so close to where you sit now. Gods the things you would let him do to you. Your cheeks heated, and the thoughts kept spiraling until you hear the drain. That is enough to stop those thoughts and put your attention back on your book. The heat from your cheeks work down to your core. You make yourself look busy as you hear the door to the bathroom open. The male comes out with a towel low on his hips with water droplets still visible on his sculpted, tattooed chest. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you come back. Let me go change and then the bathroom is all yours for the night,” he said in a hurried tone. You moved your book in front of face peaking over the top. You could not take your eyes off of him as he walked around the room retreating back to the bathroom. Those thoughts returned as his back muscles glistened in the lamp light of the room. Once he reaches the bathroom, you get up and get your things ready for your bathing time.

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The water heats you to your bones as you relax sinking deeper into the tub. Your thoughts go back to the Illyrian male that is not far from you outside the door. The way his muscles were on show for you to see for only a short time… that was magical. That thought goes straight to your core as a blush creep onto your entire face. I could be quiet… That thought excites you. Your fingers go under the water sliding down your body until you reach your clit. You put your other hand over your mouth as your breath hitches. Fuck. The water moves slightly as you begin to circle your fingers causing senses of pleasure to spread throughout your body. The pleasure is numbing to the other senses. So much so that you just about jump out of your skin when you hear Azriel drop something on the other side of the door, “Sorry!” Well that ruined the moment.

The water has long since grown cold as you step out to apply your creams and brush your teeth. There’s a robe on the back of the door you put on as you do your routine. When you exit the bathing room, you’re in a large t shirt and shorts as you put your things back into your bag. You take him in with his glasses low on his nose. He’s also reading as you were before propped up in bed with a pillow barrier already made. Azriel looks up at you with a light smile on his face, “I hope this barricade is good enough for you, I didn’t know how many pillows you needed to sleep with.” He only had one pillow behind him as he left you two to sleep with. Was he the most perfect male you had ever met? Pretty and thoughtful.

Sleep did not meet you when you reached the bed. Azriel seemed to find it easily, but you tossed and turned. When moving your foot grazed his leg and a bolt of electricity jolted up your body. Cauldron fuck. You took slow, steady breaths as you finally let sleep overtake you.

When you woke up you didn’t recognize where you were. You remembered there being a barricade but that must’ve been long forgotten as you were skin to skin with the handsome male next to you. The thought did not freak you out as much as seeing a wing flopped overtop you and something hard pressed against your ass. Damn. You didn’t know how to move without making things worse. But would that really be a bad thing? You shake your head trying to rid the dirty thoughts from your mind, but they wouldn’t go away, so you played into them slightly moving your ass slowly to see how he reacted. If his wingspan was any proof of how endowed he was, you were in for the morning of your life.

You had always heard that Illyrian’s wings were the most sensitive part of them, but you also heard that you should never touch their wings without permission. Fuck, what am I doing? This is a stranger! You must be going crazy. His cock hardens as he pulls you closer to him. So many things were swirling through your mind, but the overwhelming one was that you wanted him. Badly. So, you reach your hand back and stroke his cock through his sweatpants.

His breath catches and you freeze.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he whispered into your ear. Now that he’s awake you turn around to look at him, still in his arms, “are you sure?” You asked back, wariness in your eyes. His cock twitches in your hand in response. You start stroking him again, but that wasn’t enough, so you find the waistband of his sweatpants and delve underneath. Under his underwear, you find his long, hard cock. Your thumb traces over the head as he hisses. You chuckle and begin stroking him again. His hips jut up and he grabs your face with a hand, leading it up to look him in the eyes. He brings your face to his in a long kiss. This was heaven you were sure of that. Azriel uses both hands and lifts you so that you’re sitting in his lap, hand still on his cock. He rids you of your shirt and takes in your pert nipples. Now he was in heaven. He takes one in his mouth and palms the other. His mouth makes you gasp in pleasure as he relentlessly sucks and nibbles at the nipple. You had no idea that pleasure like this could feel so good as it reverberates down to your core. His thumb rubs over the other nipple making it harden. He removes his mouth and switches to the other, sucking and licking the hard nipple making you moan loudly. Cauldron boil me.

Your hand moves over him in lazy strokes getting lost in your own pleasure as he releases from your breast. You feel your wetness soak into his sweatpants. A blush creeps onto your face as embarrassment overtakes you. He lifts your chin to look at him again, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, angel.” He kisses you long and hard. You send him a small smile in return. He takes the lead now and moves your underwear to the side and pulls off his pants to let his cock free. Holy shit he’s huge. “Angel, hop on,” he whispers in your ear, nibbling slightly. 

You give him a concerned look but ultimately do as you’re told and sink onto his long cock. A moan slips out of you as you bottom out. His hands grip your waist and start moving you slowly. The feeling is euphoric when you help and pick up the pace. The moans from you both fill up the room. He moves one of his hands to your breasts as they bounce with each stroke. A pinch of your nipple makes you stutter in your movements, but Azriel kept up the pace grabbing down on your hips again. You move your hand to your clit circling as fast as you can stand it getting close to the edge. 

You move your hips in sync with his thrusts when he surprises you and flips you to where he is now on top. “Did you really think I’d let you take control, Angel?” he says just loud enough to hear over your moans. He rips off what little underwear you had left and picks up the pace, rocking into you as your moans turn into screams. Your legs are trembling and shaking as you inch closer to your release. “I want you to come all over my cock, Sweetheart, and I will fill you up in return,” he says, coming close to his edge as well. You feel the knot in your core shatter as your high washes over you. He moans in your ear, filling you up with his hot seed as he falls on top of you. His seed is spilling out of you onto the sheets, but you don’t care because you just had the best sex of your entire life. Wait. What the absolute fuck did you just do? 

You sit up on your elbows and look at the male laying on you. He was still the most attractive male you had ever seen, but there was no way this was going to work. But as you look at his jet-black hair, you find something that pulls him to you. “Hey, if you’re not doing anything later would you like to go with me to a wedding?” You whispered, hoping he did not hear what a bold statement you just put forth. “Yeah, I’d like that, Y/N,” he replied with a smile. 

[bsxcrxts]

comfort

Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

MINORS DNI. AGE IN BIO TO INTERACT WITH MY WORKS.

word count: 5.4k longest oneshot I've ever written whoops

Contains: Luke being sad and hurt, mentions of blood and bruising (not in detail), reunion between reader and Luke post-Dagobah training and Cloud City duel, angst just due to the whole situation in general, a whole lot of tension, blowjobs, inappropriate use of the force, unprotected sex (don't do this irl unless you want a baby idk what to say), somewhat subby/needy Luke, he's pathetic. a wet cat of a man in this and I love him

A/N : This is self-indulgent, soft, nasty, and probably poorly researched. Reader's not a nurse or a doctor, just a concerned gal with a crush, and Star Wars medicine is made up anyway. I have no idea why she's on the Falcon at this point but fuck it, we ball!

You find yourself trailing after Luke in an effort to get him to rest; whatever the hell he just went through in Cloud City initially had him almost feverish, tossing around on the cot in your little makeshift medbay and muttering about things you didn't understand, things about Ben and lies and Vader. But when he sensed the latter, he shot out of bed and right back into the cockpit of the Falcon, open wounds be damned, apparently.

He just doesn't quit, you thought to yourself, momentarily enamored with his strength and somewhat miffed he's left, but then your stomach sank as you also realize you don't even know how bad the rest of his injuries even are.

You and Leia had managed to fit him with the stabilizer on his right arm before she had to excuse herself to help navigate the Falcon away from the Imperial Fleet, and you didn't get much further on assessing Luke before he snapped out of whatever fervor he'd been in and followed her. You didn't run after him, too busy trying to scour the pitiful excuse of a medkit on the Falcon for more supplies and knowing it would be a lost cause anyway– he can be incredibly headstrong when it comes to helping his friends. But you've made the jump to hyperspace now, you've felt the engines shift. It should be safe, and you're pretty sure he should really, really rest.

Creeping into the cockpit of the Falcon, you see Luke slumped in one of the second-row seats, clutching a blanket around himself. He's not speaking in hushed tones to himself anymore, but in the blue light of hyperspace, his eyes look so tired. You lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

It's not the first time you've touched him in months, but it feels like it is– you had cradled him in your arms for a moment when Leia ushered him into the room for the first time a half an hour ago, but Luke wasn't focused then, and he definitely wasn't well enough to hold conversation with you. And the last time you saw him before today was many moons ago, before he left to become a Jedi.

Luke's face snaps up to yours. Your hand is warm and welcoming on his arm, and he wants more than anything to lean into your touch, but he still feels uneasy, like he's unsure if that would be okay with you, for some reason. The recent revelations about his parentage have left him uncomfortable with himself, even if you don't know yet. If you'll ever know.

Meanwhile, your eyes rake over his features. His lip is split and he has a gash and an impact mark across his cheekbone just under his left eye. The reunion between the two of you is soured by defeat and injury, but despite yourself, when he gazes up at you, part of you insists he looks good. Really good. You linger too long on the cut on his mouth before you force yourself to snap out of it.

"Hey," you whisper. For some reason, you're embarrassed. You haven't spoken to him in a long time.

Luke has the audacity to crack a tiny smile up at you from where he's sitting, just for a moment. He breathes out your name and leans his head against your side where you're standing next to him.

"I have a headache," he says, more like he's thinking out loud than anything. It's an excuse he's made for himself to lay against you even for the briefest time, but it's also true. His head pounds.

Luke pulls away and lifts his face back up to look at you again. There's an emotion that you've never seen before behind his eyes. "Sorry," he says quietly, like it's an afterthought. Only he seems to know why he's apologizing.

"You should go lay down again. I-I can help you with the rest of your injuries and you can rest," you say.

"You’re right," Luke sighs, and stands up shakily. He doesn't stumble, but you put a steadying hand on his back anyway, just to remind him that you're there.

The short walk back to his cot is silent. It's awkward. You know you shouldn't ask about what happened, that Luke will tell you when he's ready, but you don't know what else to say, so you say nothing.

When you do start speaking, your words just sort of tumble out. You're talking to fill the space. Luke has never been this quiet before.

"Here," you gesture, "sit on the edge of the bed. I know I said you could lay down, but I'm worried you're concussed, so maybe you shouldn't fall asleep. You said you have a headache. Do you think you have a concussion?" you ask, as if he'd know.

For his part, Luke just shakes his head at you. "I'll be alright," he insists. He doesn't know if he believes it, but he can't think of anything else to tell you to make you feel better.

Right, you think. Stubborn. Luke occasionally has a sense of over-confidence about himself, you've seen it when he talks about piloting or whatnot, and he's never been wrong about his limits, just cocky, but this time it seems almost put-on, like a show. You let it slide.

"I know," you say, and softly smile at him. When he halfheartedly returns your smile, it pulls on the cut on his lip, and you remember why you're here.

You retrieve a wet cloth and start dabbing at the sticky, tacky blood decorating his face. You take his chin in your other hand, and Luke closes his eyes while you wipe at the near-dried blood. His eyebrows knit when you get too close to a bruise, but he doesn't outwardly complain, and you move on swiftly.

Your heart is beating far too quickly given Luke's condition. He is seriously injured, and clearly went through something not only physically horrible but also mentally taxing back in Cloud City, but he's gorgeous right now.

The way his hair is parted and tousled reminds you of what he's looked like in the past, under much more pleasant circumstances. You don't know what you are to Luke; you have an absolute raging crush on him and he obviously likes you too, but he leaves to go off on his own. A lot. The two of you never talk about it. If you acted on your arousal, it actually wouldn't be the first time you'd have slept with him after he narrowly escaped death, but this feels... different.

Luke breathes out a little sigh as you glide the cloth across his cheekbone. Your stomach ties itself in knots, and you freeze.

He notices that you've paused your ministrations and opens his eyes, looking up at you expectantly. His eyes are the clearest you've seen from him today, and just as blue as always. You panic a bit, hoping he can't perceive your inappropriately-timed desire.

"I need to grab some bacta," you mutter, and remove your hand from his chin.

This time when you return, he keeps his eyes open.

Luke can sense something from you, but he isn't sure what. His relationship with the Force isn't in the best shape, but he knows you've been thinking very hard about something and he's almost afraid to find out what.

“You must be sick of taking care of me," Luke ventures as you carefully apply the bacta gel to a cut on his forehead. "Ever since you got to know me, I just keep getting hurt.”

He says it in that tone he uses when he's making a dry joke that isn't a joke at all.

“Hey, I’ll always help clean you up," you reassure.

"At least both sides of my face will be even now," he continues, referring to the scarring on his left side from the Wampa attack earlier that year.

"You look– you look good," you stutter out, finding yourself shy again. Luke doesn't even take the compliment before he keeps going.

“You’re not put-off?”

“By what?”

It's quiet. Luke doesn't answer. You realize he's talking about the fact he lost his hand in the battle. You sink down to sit next to him, forgotten bacta pack dropped to the floor.

"Luke, no, I don't think–"

“He said some things about me…" Luke trails off, and you know the unnamed he in that sentence means Vader. "I’m worried I’ll turn out like him. That I’ll fall to the dark side. But I can’t stand by and do nothing, I can’t,” he insists, passionate.

“You’re not like him."

Luke looks down at his feet, unconvinced.

You lean over and kiss his cheek, meaning to comfort him, watching a blush spread over his features.

"You're not him, okay?" you reaffirm, face feeling heated. Your hands slide over his arm and down his back in a reassuring motion. You intended to pull away to get more bacta, but Luke leans into you.

"Can I–?" he asks softly. You nod, and he catches your mouth in another kiss.

He's overeager, teeth clacking against yours as he licks into your mouth and tries to get as close to you as bodily possible. In contrast, you try to stay gentle, refusing to even playfully nip at him like you otherwise might. The gash on his upper lip splits open anyway, sending him a shock of pain that should stop his motions, but he just groans into your mouth and keeps kissing you.

"You're bleeding!" you exclaim as taste blood and break away from him.

"S'okay," Luke whines, protesting your concern. It's evident how much he doesn't want to stop; he follows you as you pull away, tilting forward. You ignore the rush of arousal flooding your system at his shameless display and grab a bit of gauze and press it to the scrape.

"Look, it's fine. See?" Luke asserts when there's hardly even a few drops of his blood on the cloth as you remove it. Obviously vying to kiss you again.

It's hard to resist him and his pleading puppy-like eyes. You press a quick peck to his forehead.

"Hold still," you say, "I need to put a bit of bacta on that so it heals." It's the justification you're using, because if he keeps kissing you, you're going to lose control and the little scrape will never heal. Luke decides to give in to you as the voice of reason.

"There," you state when you've finished with his face. "Now..." you trail off, eyeing the gashes through the fabric of his fatigues and once again feeling bizarrely nervous, "You should. You should take your shirt off next."

"Right," he sighs, feeling unsure. He reaches up with his left hand and starts undoing the fastens on his shirt.

"I could help you?" you offer softly.

"Sure," he nods.

You gently help him out of his shirt, careful of the cut in his upper left arm and scrape across his elbow that tore through even the fabric of the shirt. The shirt is falling apart, burned in places and ripped in others, and you sort of drop the fabric off to the side, unsure if it's salvageable.

When you look back up, the breath feels like it's been punched out of you.

Luke was always lean, a scrappy sort of muscular but this is new. You remind yourself you haven't seen him in months and that he's been off doing stars-know-what during his Jedi training. Behind the bruises and scrapes, he's built a bit of muscle, more defined than last time. Your eyes dart across his body; his arms alone have you biting your lip, feeling more butterflies in your stomach than ever before.

Luke catches you looking at him, catches you eyeing him up and down like you'd like to devour him, and he just gazes back at you. The blush on his cheeks from earlier never went away.

You convince yourself to slow down and wipe the dried blood off his arms and torso. There's no way to avoid how close the two of you are; you've practically wormed your way into standing between his legs as you dab bacta on the cuts and bruises that litter his midsection. Shamefully, you think about how good he smells, sweat be damned.

Luke audibly groans when you slide your hand across his shoulders in preparation to hold his arm up while you apply the medical salve. Your fingers dig slightly in to his sore musculature and he can't hold back.

"Sorry," you choke out, "want me to stop?"

"Mm-mm. Feels good, actually."

You feel another crack in your resolve form as you slather bacta along his cuts and bruises.

Luke is far enough gone himself, and you try not to notice. His breathing rate increased the second you started touching him, and he knows a hard-on would be ill-timed right now, but he kind of doesn't care that he can feel a tent beginning to form in his pants. It's a welcome distraction from the absolute shit day he's had, and he really, really missed you. The feeling of your hands on his body is unparalleled, so welcome and warm.

The logical choice of waiting even a day in order to prevent his wounds from re-opening is losing appeal for him.

You, however, continue to grasp onto logic. Not meeting his eyes as you finish applying the bacta, you step away from him and turn to fiddle with the medkit.

“Okay, I think it's alright for you to lay down now. I’ll go so you can rest," you say. You don't want to leave him, but it's the responsible thing. You'll go lay in your own bunk and mind your own business. He's hurt, he needs repose, he– 

“Don’t go.”

Not turning around, you go to answer. “Luke, you need—"

“I need you,” Luke insists, desperately. He reaches out and grabs your wrist lightly, like he moved without thinking.

It's very calculated, however, when you turn around and he raises your hand to his cheek and plants a kiss on the palm of your hand.

"Please?" he breathes, eyes wide, looking up at you and begging. His hand hasn't left yours where it rests on the side of his face.

“Oh, baby,” you sigh adoringly, your heartbeat in your throat and your determination to let him alone long gone as you return to stand in between his spread legs. You'd normally settle down on his thighs and grind against him, where you know Luke likes you best, but right now you're sure to be gentle as you can. You're a bit worried about whatever unknown bruising could be beneath the pants he didn't even get off before he couldn't resist you anymore.

“Kriff, it’s been so long. Missed you,” Luke mutters against your mouth between kisses.

"Yeah?" you ask, losing the brain capacity to answer coherently as Luke buries his face in the crook of your shoulder and sucks a kiss into the juncture of your skin.

Any gentle peck you try to give Luke turns dirty as he doubles down in passion every time, almost refusing to let any kiss end until the two of you are gasping for air. He's desperate to touch you, and yes, your hands are cradling his face and he loves it, but you're still somewhat leaning away from him, standing over him as he sits in front of you. He wants.

It's accidental, what happens next. You feel a sudden pressure against your lower back that nudges at you until you tip forward, catching yourself just inches before you would have fallen against Luke, your knee coming to rest in between the junction of his legs. In your new position, he immediately grinds his hard cock on your thigh, the drag of his sizeable length suddenly against you. It's accidental, but it's what he needs.

You break the kiss and gasp. The Falcon hasn't shifted out of hyperspace and you're not off-balance.

"Baby?" you inquire, the question unspoken. Did you just use the Force to move me? Many of Luke's abilities are new. If it was him, it was a recent development, at least in your experience.

"'m sorry," Luke whines, "I didn't mean to– I don't know what happened," but even as he says it, he's practically fucking himself against you, the strain of his bulge in his khaki pants borderline painful.

You're too turned on to even admonish him. You wouldn't if you could. You liked it, liked how his growing desire for you was overwhelming him to the point of losing control.

"Need me that bad?" you tease.

You hardly expect a response, but Luke keens and thrusts hard against your leg, his cock aching and his voice catching on a moan. "Ah-h!! Angel, I told you I do," he mewls. The flush on his face is as red as you've ever seen him.

“Let me take care of you,” you coo as you sink down onto the floor. Unable to resist, you shove your nose against Luke's clothed cock, inhaling his scent and mouthing at him over his disgusting khakis.

"Oh that's– you don't have to–" Luke starts, squirming.

"Want to," you answer, kissing and licking at his bulge until the fabric covering him is damp, from his dripping cock or from your mouth, you aren't sure. His dick throbs, straining painfully against his clothing. "Wanna see your pretty cock even more though," you continue.

You don't have to tell him twice. He scrambles to unzip his pants and you help him, pulling his flushed cock from the confines of his underwear. It bobs against his stomach and smears pre-cum across his torso, across his newly-defined abs. Unable to help yourself, you lean up and lick a bit of the pre-spend off of him, which only makes his erection kick and leak more.

You place an open-mouthed kiss to his cock as you move lower, and then take him into your mouth.

"F-fuck! Your mouth, oh, you ffeel s' ohh," Luke exclaims, incoherent when you first take him into your throat, fisting the rest of his cock in your hand as you bob up and down on him. He almost thrashes, hips jerking forward and hand coming to rest in your hair, not pulling just there, a guiding weight that has you moving at an even pace, sucking at the head of his cock and popping off of him every once in a while to kiss the underside or tip of his member and make him writhe underneath you. Your cunt clenches around nothing when he moans or squirms for you.

As you slide your mouth off his cock, a string of saliva still connecting you to his tip, his body jerks. He fucks his cock against your lips and his hips stutter against your mouth, like he can't take one second without you.

"Stars, baby, like my mouth that much?"

"I like all of you that much."

His declaration is unbearably hot, and you reward him by deepthroating him as far as you can take him, throat constricting around him and your eyes watering.

Luke inhales sharply, surprised by your sudden action.

“S-stop.”

“Is something wrong?” you ask, pulling off of him, immediately conscious of his delicate state and concerned he's started bleeding or something like that.

“'m close. Almost came,” Luke admits shyly, looking off to the side and not meeting your eyes. He still isn't quite comfortable with how fast his body finishes with you, even though you've told him several times how much his eagerness and sensitivity turned you on.

“That's the point, right?” you affirm lightly, running a hand up his thigh. "You wanna cum in my mouth?"

Luke looks at you, blushing fiercely. “I don't wanna cum yet at all," he whines, softly guiding you up from your kneeling position on the floor. He kisses you, absolutely claiming your mouth before he nuzzles his face into your neck, "I don't want this to be over," he confesses, and he sounds both desperate and a bit sad.

"Doesn't have to be," you say, settling into a somewhat more dominant role, but keeping your tone is still gentle. He's liked it in the past when you take the lead, so you try it out. "Tell me what you want."

The shift in your attitude has Luke suddenly shameless, pressing himself bodily against you until the two of you can't honestly get any physically closer.

"I wanna be inside you. I-inside your pussy,” he whines.

His words send shockwaves up your spine and you bite your lip, clenching around nothing.

"A-and," he chokes out, rutting against your thigh like he's an animal, "I want you to make me wait."

You won't make him clarify the last part. You're plenty aware that's his way of asking you to edge him, to control his orgasm so he doesn't finish 'too soon', a game you've played before with him, and he's already shy about it. It makes sense right now, especially since you're basically letting him use you like a distraction from the absolute shit day he's had, that he doesn't want this to end.

"Ask me nicely," you urge.

"Please can I fuck your pussy?" Luke gasps.

"Fuck yes, oh my god," you answer, kissing him and shoving your pants and undergarments off and straddling his lap. "Need your fingers first though. C'mere," you grab at his hand and pull his digits along your slit.

Luke almost wants to groan in protest, feeling suddenly very impatient, but he practically chokes as he runs his fingers through your wetness. His eyes roll back in his head when he slips a finger inside of you, shocked at your state of arousal, and you loosely wrap your hand around his dick. He starts grinding against your hand immediately and you know you're going to have to slow him down eventually if he wants to last.

"Shit, u-um," he throws his head back to look up at you. "You're soaked. Just f-from having your mouth on me?" he ventures, feeling like he needs reassurance in this moment for some reason.

“Mm! Been– been getting like this since you started making those cute noises while I was patching you up.”

"Yeah?" Luke is soaking the praise up, working his fingers in and out of you and across your clit with as much focus as he can. He's inexperienced with his left hand, but you'd never guess. Your cunt is dripping around him down to his wrist.

"You make such perfect sounds, baby," you promise him. "Ah-h!" you exclaim when he brushes up against that spot inside you, "fuck, baby, keep going."

Luke nods against you. "Keep talking? Please?" he asks, so sweetly.

"I never get used to how big you are. You have such a pretty cock, Luke. Helping me first so I can even think about taking it."

He sinks two digits to the knuckles into you cunt and presses hard on your g-spot.

"Ohh-!! Baby!" you shout, caught off guard. "You're so good– so good, such a good boy f' me."

"C-close," he whines. He's already that far gone, even from this uncoordinated dry-humping half handjob, face a mess, dick literally twitching in your hand from the praise you're directing at him. You take your hand away from his cock since he asked to be denied. He makes no move to stop his motions on you, so you let him finger you open with his hand and play with you for a while longer.

When he's calmed down a bit and you do sink down onto him, your combined juices make a disgustingly lewd wet noise and you both breathe out moans. There's still a stretch; Luke is bigger than most, and you haven't had anyone since he left. You haven't had anyone else since the first time with him, at all.

“I-I was bad," Luke suddenly states as you work to take his length inside your dripping core. Any position takes work to fit his cock in your cunt, but riding him takes the most.

“Oh honey, no, you feel amazing for me,” you reassure, both remembering his insecurity earlier and thinking about how full his cock is making you feel.

“Nno I– don't mean. I mean..." he breathes and pauses, "I thought about you whi-while I was training. I wasn’t supposed to."

"What do you mean?" you ask gently.

"Not 'posed to have attachments. Feelings," Luke gasps, thrusting up once into your soaked cunt before his hips settle into a slow grind. He's toying with the edge of your shirt that you forgot to take off earlier, running his hand tentatively under the seam. He's shy, not meeting your eyes again even though he's literally inside you right now. In a way, you understand that he's confessing something very secret to you and you're reeling a bit.

'Missed you," he says earnestly for the second time this evening when you don't say anything back right away. His gaze finally lands on yours and something is electric in the air. He's practically given you his love confession several times in the last hour but this feels different.

"I don't think that's bad," you say, barely above a whisper. "Not at all. I missed you too," you kiss him again, rolling your hips.

And then, “What’d you think about?” because you can't resist.

Luke's hips go back to a stuttering pace, alternating between grinding up into you and the occasional rogue thrust, like he's holding himself back.

"Uh-uhm," he falters, fighting self-consciousness at sharing his fantasies, but the words start spilling out of his mouth anyway, "The way you smile at me when you're f-flirting. What it feels like to kiss you. A-and I thought about your hands and what they feel like on me. When you hold me, or... or when they're wrapped around- ugh m-my cock."

You gasp, but Luke continues without pause.

"How I wanna fuck you slow in bed in the morning. I'll be good. I-I can make it good f' you. Worth waking up early for," he promises. It's startlingly domestic, but before you can linger on it, he keeps going. "Missed your– haa, ah, your pretty tits, too."

"What about them?"

"How gorgeous they are. How you look when you don't wear a bra. C-can't look away."

"You wanna see?" you ask, surprised he hasn't asked you to take your shirt off earlier.

Luke whines, eyes hooded as he nods. "Please."

You practically throw your shirt off and unclasp your bra in record time.

You shift, pushing your chest towards him where he sits, as a desire to give him everything he's ever wanted burns inside of you. He deserves it. He's supposed to have been solely concentrated on learning to be a Jedi– and he clearly has been training– but on top of it, all he's admitting to focusing on not only just some ancient mystic wisdom but also on you, too. You think you love him.

You run your fingers across the nape of his neck and pull on his golden locks, guiding him towards your tits.

You roll your hips against him, pussy clenching around him as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud over his tongue and moaning with every breath.

"Fuck! D-don't move like that. I-I'll cum. M'gonna cum."

"Want you to," you say, but you stop your motions anyway.

"N-not yet," he chokes out. "You haven't– I want it to be good for you," drooling against your tits.

“Stars, you're so sweet. Look how good you’re being for me right now,” and he is being good. He’s being so good, so considerate, and your pussy involuntarily tightens around him again at the thought.

"O-oh shit, I can't take it, I c-can't fucking take it," Luke voice shakes, and in an impressive show of strength for his current state, he pulls out of you and flips your positions so you're laying on the cot and he rests on his knees between your thighs. He doesn't push back inside you; his cock rests against your clit, and he distracts you by leaning down to kiss you for a moment. It's his way of stalling; you know he needs a moment to hold back from finishing.

Even though it feels nice, the contact is not enough, not when you've had a taste of him inside your walls already, and you let yourself paw needily at him, trying to get him to slip in.

"You're as bad as I am, aren't you?" Luke huffs lightly, amused.

"Yeah," you breathe "I just want you, so bad."

“I– I thought I might've sensed that,” Luke says, almost sounding smug momentarily, happy with your response, "through the Force, but I- I wasn't sure if it was just my own desire," he drops that absolute bombshell on you before he mercifully slips back inside you and sets a rapid pace. Your hands fly above you to brace yourself against the wall of the nook.

"S-shit! Baby! Y-you can hear what I'm thinking?"

Luke groans, dropping his head and trying to formulate a coherent response. "Kind of. It's more like I feel... intentions, if you think really hard about something, I-I can sense–"

Your eyes flutter closed, and the way your cunt tightens around his dick cuts Luke off completely. You're rapidly spiraling towards your own high, his words and his cock wrecking you.

All your energy goes into projecting as much lust as you possibly can at him; you're running through every fantasy you've ever had, every dirty thought about him that's ever crossed your mind in an effort to get him to pick up on your emotions. It works, and Luke has to catch himself with his hand before he collapses on top of you.

"Haah, ahh," he whimpers, "That's- that's- y' feel like that about me?" he asks, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's positively losing control, his hips grinding into yours as he pounds into your pussy.

"Yes," you insist, "god, Luke, you fuck me so good, don't fucking stop."

Luke's cute little whines are coming more frequently, his thrusts more erratic, but he doesn't stop. You know him well enough to know he's not going to be able to hold off much longer, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his thighs nearly shaking with effort. Your own high is rapidly approaching.

"Close?" you ask.

"Y-yeah, been close," Luke answers with a bit of humor. “Please let me make you cum first. I just wanna make you cum first,” he cries out, pussydrunk and unable to think of anything other than his and your impending orgasm.

He sits upright again, pulling you in one swift motion by your hips to meet his, then rubs at your clit, circling you. The last inch of his cock slotting into you and the extra stimulation is the only thing you needed to push you over the edge, grinding down on him and yelling his name.

When you come down seconds later, you're met with Luke's gasping moans and begging. He's lost any self control he was able to display before, falling apart in front of you and inside you.

"Ah-haah, fu-fuck, fuck! Gonna cum, am I allowed– can I cum inside you? Please can I cum in you?" he reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers in his.

"Oh Luke, give it to me, baby, please!"

He groans, accompanied by a nearly incoherent mumbling of your name as he spills inside you, hand squeezing yours. His cock gives a jolt inside of you and the feeling of being filled by his spend makes you topple over the edge again, overstimulated. There's so much of his cum that you feel it drip down your thigh before he even pulls out and you wonder when the last time he let himself cum was at all. He curses and cries out under his breath when you tighten around him a second time, aftershocks still traveling through his body as he collapses next to you in the tiny alcove of the wall.

"Love you," he confesses in a hushed tone as he settles there against you, his face tucked shyly into your shoulder.

"Love you back. You have me," you answer with a quiet confidence. When he looks at you, you see the tiniest pinpricks of tears in his eyes.

"Hey," you run a hand along his back, "it'll be okay."

"Yeah," Luke nods against you. It will be.

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A/N: I don't know how clear I've made it but when I was writing this I was imagining reader and Luke having a sort of on-again-off-again thing (due to the whole Jedi training and extended amounts of time apart) in the past, and that she'd mayyyybe also "comforted" him after Hoth, mayhaps one day I write a prequel to this fic? idk yall know me and following through so no promises lol

[chetchad]

Good Rookie

(Rookie!Leon Kennedy x S.T.A.R.S!FEM!reader)

THIS IS SOMETHING I WROTE ON WATTPAD, IT'S NOT GOOD!

Warnings; smut, dry humping, cumming in pants, oral (f! receiving), a fragment of a plot, dub-con at the beginning, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!Leon, barely edited.

Mr. X's loud footfall echoed throughout the R.P.D., and you had just passed the rookie who you had heard about.

"M-miss?" he quietly stuttered, only to be cut off by you pushing him more into the wall.

"We don't want that thing to hear us, right?" You whispered in his ear, pinning him closer to the wall.

He shook his head rapidly, and you smirked and patted his cheek. "Good rookie," you praised in his ear.

You soon smirked, feeling the bulge in his pants. "Do you like it when I pin you to this wall?"

He looked away embarrassed and said, "Yeah."

"Do you want me to take care of it?" You hummed in his ear.

He meekly nodded in response, feeling extremely humiliated.

His face flushed a darker shade of pink. "T-this seems a little unprofes--" He was cut off by his own moan. You rubbed your knee between his thighs, smirking at the reaction you got from him.

"Leon, shh!" you shushed him, grinding your knee faster.

"Nng O-oh M-Miss--" He started to moan out until you cut him off by grabbing his blond locks and tugging roughly, "Call me mommy."

He nodded his head, whimpering, "Y-yes, mommy."

You giggled, smirking even wider, and whispered in his ear, "I want you to cum, rookie."

"W-what?" He asked, stuttering, his face a darker shade of pink.

"Yes, I want you to cum from my knee," you murmured in a sultry tone.

He nodded meekly, closing his eyes, and said, "Okay."

"Good rookie," you mumbled, gripping his hips and grinding his bulge on your knee.

"M-mommy, I'm close," Leon whined, closing his eyes.

"Good rook--" you were soon cut off by his loud moans.

"M-mommy!" he lewdly moaned out, his breathing erratic, and coming undone.

You smirked watching him climax, asking, "Did you enjoy that?"

He nodded and whispered, "Thank you, mommy..."

"Now, are you going to do the same to me?" You asked teasingly, head tilted to the side.

Leon looked at you with a surprised face and asked, "D-do you want me to?"

"Did you really think you could get away without pleasuring me?" You replied, looking at him with lust in your eyes.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

You smirked and patted his cheek, saying, "Now be a good rookie and get on your knees."

You smirked, watching his face flush. "W-what?" He was confused.

Your smirk dropped, and you looked at his confused face and asked, "Have you never ate a girl out?"

Leon shook his head, looking down at his feet.

"N-no," he muttered, looking to the side.

"Well, I'll tell you what to do." You started and kicked him in the knee, making him fall to the ground. "Firstly, get on your knees."

He looked up at you and nodded, smirking. You grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards your clothed crotch.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked, petting his head.

He nodded and reached his hands up towards the fly of your cargo pants.

He pulled them down to your knees and rubbed you through your underwear.

"You see how wet you made me? Your little moans and whimpers turn me on so much," you hummed teasingly, tugging at his locks.

He huffed and pulled down your underwear, shoving his face between your legs, and licking a stripe from your hole to your clit.

Letting out breathy moans, you pushed his face harder into you. Working up the courage, he wrapped his lips around your clit and gently sucked. Then he shoved a finger in your hole, making you roll your head back against the wall.

Thrusting his finger in and out and sucking at your button, you soon felt your lower stomach tighten and slightly tickle.

"I'm close," you warned, covering your eyes.

You soon felt yourself finish, with the juices running down your thighs, Leon's chin, and his hand.

"I didn't know girls could cum," Leon whispered, looking down at his hand, shining with cum.

You panted and hugged Leon's head, murmuring, "T-thank you."

He looked up and gave you a boyish grin, snickering, "No problem."

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

You didn’t mean for this to happen.

He didn’t either.

Not that he was complaining.

He’s caught you sending some suggestive pics to a guy you were talking to, nothing personally explicit, but some pics of you smirking with a little dirty talk.

He wasn’t that jealous, right?

I mean, you guys weren’t dating. Right?

Whatever happened was complicated, and before either of you knew it he was about to fuck you senseless on a hotel bed.

He was about a year older than you, and you’d met through his brother, a friend of yours. Eventually, you guys started hanging out more, eventually, he began to fall for you, and eventually the more he wanted you, the less you seemed to notice him.

Not saying you weren’t attracted to him, but not in the way he was to you. He was cute, funny, kind- You knew that.

But...

To him...

you were everything.

You were his goddess.

His muse.

His queen.

The most beautiful person in the world.

He was really in love with you.

Which may just explain why he reacted as irrationally as he did.

“Who the duck is this?!”

“My f-”

“Y/N!!”

“Just shut up! It’s not even that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal?!”

He… had a quite a temper.

“Yeah- it’s not. You just assume everything you touch belongs to you.”

“I-” Touch. He had never really touched you before… not the way he wished.

“So just mind your stupid business!”

You'd never raised your voice at him before- Not out of anger.

"So you think just this guy is the one, right?!"

"F it- why can't he be? I like him, he's sweet, he has control of his temper, unlike you-"

That was the deal breaker. You don't compare the man that dreams of you every night and wishes for you to carry his children, to another guy. Specifically not a man you've known for about a week.

"What's so great about him then?! Is he the man of your dreams? Huh? Can he give you everything you want? Everything I can't?!"

"..."

"Huh? HUH?! Answer me, y/n! Or has a cat got your tongue?!"

"He makes me happy..." you spoke under your breath.

"Oh really?"

“Yeah-

“What about me then!?” His face was barely an inch from yours, you could practically feel your heart shaking the ground beneath you.

And that’s how things happened.

"What about you?!"

"Really?"

"REALLY! You don't even seem to care about me anymore, so I just... I just figured that you didn't- that you didn't want to be around me anymore." Your voice trailed off into a meaningless whisper.

"I've only ever wanted you," he muttered.

And he didn't hesistate to show it. He pulled you close to him, lightly rubbing his nose on your shoulder and kissing your cheek.

"Unless..."

Every part of you throbbed, and your hands explored every inch of his body.

"You don't want it," he spoke.

"I do..." Your quick response startled him. "I do. It's just that-"

Kiss.

"W-we..."

Kiss.

"I-"

Kiss.

"This can't-"

"What?" he snapped, clearly irritated. "Happen?"

You avoided his heavy gaze, still involuntarily touching him like he was in need of protection.

"Why? Why can't it happen?" His voice barely above a whisper, icy breath stinging your eyes and nose.

"I-"

Tightly gripping both your legs, he carried you to the small hotel queen bed, nibbling on your neck.

"I'm the one for you," he whispered. "But I can't make you do anything." He pulled away from you, sincerity in his eyes. "I can ask you to give us a chance."

You pulled his face into yours, indulging in the sweet taste of his lips and basking in your warm scent.

You had a chance. You were gonna take it. Better yet...

Would it be a mistake?

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

lati!! I've been following your works for a long back and I don't know if you still like enjou, but did you know they just officially posted him as white day celebration post on insta? the dev team definitely knows whats going on with the enjou enjoyers 😭😭

oh FR, one of those guys must've read my old cringey enjou smuts and went "lmao lets give the enjou enjoyers something to enjoy themselves with" and i will never be the same after this (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡

[gaylactic-fire]

What is wrong with them

[gskycy]

gonna be annoying in the tags

[bitchdafuqyousay]

im bitching again

I'm once again trying to look through a piece of media's tag. n its fucking Clogged n Cluttered n Flooded with x reader shit. I'm specifically looking up a specific ship of two characters n I've seen more "this post contains blocked tags" than I've seen actual content of what I'm fucking looking for. plus, a lot of the shit isn't tagged right. so I've got __ x reader tags fucking blocked, but I'm still seeing it more than actual goddamn content cause instead of tagging it as x reader they're tagging the shit with the ship I'm looking for, they're tagging it __ x __ so it still fucking comes up. its annoying the actual fuck outta me like christ alive. terrorizing fandom tags n taking over actual fucking content

[a-crookedtouch-a]

@championsofthegate The fire was ablaze; the doing of someone over than he. Dusk had settled over the horizon, and the venturing party had not yet returned. He’d feigned some false malady to remain behind. Not in any particular mood to be traipsing across Faerûn’s countryside. Was a bit of rest and respite too much for a vampire to ask?

However, boredom took hold. Pestered him like an itch. The scant amount of books he owned were all read, but he wanted more. The thought took hold, and the chance however slight would not leave him. Who among his traveling companions sequestered books? Hoarded them like fine gems. The resident wizard.

Astarion had not seen him wherever he was. The perfect opportunity to pursue his selections and hope the man was not dull in taste. He sat down as casually as he pleased. Fingers tapped along their spines one by one. All magical nonsense that he could see. Not a work of fiction among them. He’d been halfway through his exploration when he heard the soft footfalls. Shit.

He had been caught. His smile was pleasant on his face. So sweet. It worked on his targets before. A play at innocence. “There you are! I was just about to go looking for you. Your collection is rather drab. Don’t you read anything else other than—” He pulled one of the tomes free and made a show of squinting at the cover. “—Silverhand’s Theory on Enchantments?”

[chetchad]

Leon Kennedy NSFT Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Depends on his mood, honestly. If he's in a sweet and loving mood, he'll hold you, clean you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But if he's just gotten home from work and is in a bad mood, most likely he'll leave you with a mess to clean and not help. Asshole.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves his hair the most (if that isn't obvious.) He likes the way you tug on it when he's going down on you, or when you play with while you two cuddle. On you, he adores your cheeks. It's strange to you, but he just loves them. He doesn't even know why. If they're chubby; he'll pinch them like a little old lady. If they're jiggly; he'll purposely push you around just to watch the them jiggle.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He prefers to finish inside, something about watching it leak out of you spurs him on so much. If you're not in the mood to deal with waddling to the bathroom and cleaning him out of you, he'll respect your wishes and not finish inside.

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

Leon lost his virginity in church. He probably did a summer program when he was a teenager, and met a girl there. After, he never felt so guilty. He. Had. Sex. In a place of such holiness. Dirty, little sinner.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

I hc him as being a slut and having tons of experience. He'll use it to his advantage if you don't have experience to teach you (Even if you told him multiple times that it was embarrassing).

F = Favourite Position

Honestly, any position works for Leon. He prefers to be on top, but if you want to he'll let you. Likes to be able to see your face during the session, watching it scrunch up in pleasure when he hits all the right places makes him feel so proud.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Again, depends on his mood. If Leon's in a good mood, he'll be more lighthearted and goofy. If he's in a bad mood, he'll be serious, probably won't even talk much besides degrading you.

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

He'll trim it when necessary. It's not baby smooth, but it's not a bush. As he gets older, I could see him caring less and less about his pubes and their length. But if you nag and beg enough, Leon will trim them... Begrudgingly.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Once again, depends on his mood. If he's in a good mood, he'll whisper little praises to you, gently hold you, smile at you.... And when he's in a bad mood, he's rough, not really giving you time to prepare, insults thrown your way, he's overall a dick during times like that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger he jacked off a lot. But as he got older and less of a hormonal kid, he definitely doesn't do it as much as he did before. But on some rare occasions, when you're not there to help him, he'll rub one out quickly.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, handcuffs, hair pulling, marking, the list goes on. He likes being dominant and controlling during sex, so his kinks would probably be rough.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He could (and probably has) take you anywhere, kitchen? Check. Bathroom? Check. Living room? Check. Work? Check. Home office? Check. The list goes on and on. He honestly doesn't care, as long as you're up for it.

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

Seeing you fight, whether its punching a punching bag or kicking a ganado's head off. He's getting a hard-on either way. You wear his clothes? He's already pressing his bulge on your back.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He'd never really hurt you. Sure, he'll slap you around, bite you, maybe choke you a little. But he'd never draw blood or leave something that will scar, even if you're into it.

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

Prefers to receive more than to give. Listen, he will go down on you, and he'll enjoy it. But, he just likes watching you gag on his cock. Listening to your quiet gags and whimpers ignites something in him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. He's in a good mood, he'll be slow and sensual, you know, make love. But if he's had a bad day, he'll fuck you until you can't feel your legs.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes proper sex more, but will take quickies. At work, in the shower, the kitchen, wherever.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He thrives at the thought of being caught, knowing that whoever walks in knows that your his and his only turns him on so much. He'll have as many quickies at work as he can just so he can live with the memory of someone walking in while he's balls deep in you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

2 or 3 rounds at most. If he's really fired up, he can go for many more.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only owns one viberator that he'll use on you, and sometimes himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, he loves to watch you writhe and beg underneath him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He only lets out low groans and grunts. But when you're going down on him, he'll whine, whimper, and moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I believe that Leon grew up Christian and was sheltered for most of his childhood. The only "porn" he had seen (which wasn't even porn) was a lingerie catalog.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

I'll leave this to your imagination.

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

Quite high. But as he gets older, his libido will slowly dissipate. But when he was younger, he had a very high libido and could get turned on by the slightest things.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll make sure you're clean and comfortable before he thinks about sleeping. But whenever you're ready, he'll hold you and fall asleep with you on his chest.

[cupidscrule]

GEGGEGE NEW FANFIC!! Leon kidnapps you !!1!1

Tw noncon + drugs + past trauma

Poorly written short smut lol

"Honestly Leon you really are impressive, lucky guy" Chris had always said, lucky? Really, is that the fucking word to describe someone with a crippling alcohol addiction and depression. Yeah, lucky. Leon Scott fucking Kennedy, the lucky guy. Got stuck in raccoon city, lost all his friends, chasing after a girl who won't EVER come back. Ain't he just the DEFINITION of lucky, hell he got forced to work for the government ain't that just lucky. No love life, never being able to sleep without thinking someones gonna kill him, yeah, lucky. It didn't matter anymore, he knew Chris wouldn't get it, hell no one understood. Claire, Jill, even little rebbeca they all just sucked it up, they saw horrible things, went through so much but they just pushed through. Not Leon though, not little old Leon, he couldn't suck it up, he couldn't just look the other way.

Lucky man Leon, Leon s fucking Kennedy luckiest man alive, had no one, other then the men twice his size at boot camp, and well just say that wasn't pleasant when you're soft and pretty. He was alone, until today. It was a late night, he was just walking through the dim lit streets looking up and down the alleys, he had nothing to do in Washington. What go to the white house and  suck up grahm? Fuck no, so he just walked, he walked everywhere, seemed to calm him in some weird way. He was lost in his throughts just feet moving without him asking them too, just dragging along side. Until he stopped, and noticed you , a nice looking girl, standing by a building talking to someone on the phone. "Dad- no I don't need anything else- hey com'on pa don't buy me anything else. I'm serious I'm fine- ah okay- Bye I love you too!" She was speaking, geez what woman would think it's smart to just stand out In the middle of fuck no where late at night. Leon was just gonna walk past you but something just snapped, you were beautiful - like he means BREATH TAKING, beautiful long hair, thin waist, pouty lips, hell you were wearing a cute ass fluffy white coat and white matching boots, who wouldn't fall for you? Leon just stopped walking, just started at you as he thought, thought what to do with you , 'Just walk away' 'no she's too pretty to let go' 'fuck' 'i need her.'

His mind landed on the last one, y'know no hard feelings but he couldn't just let his sleeping beauty slip past him like her , fuck no. But he didn't really know what to do "Hey I've been watching you wanna go back to my place and fuck?" Of course not, that's the creepiest thing to say- well not that Leon wasn't creepy but yknow he didn't want you to freak out and be all confused. Actually no that's a lie, he didn't fucking care how you feel, he just wanted to take your stupid little body back home, y'know for safe keeping. Fuck it, I'm just gonna grab you, only problem. I don't fucking have ANYTHING, what just knock her out? Don't wanna kill her, thad be no fun now would it. Fuck think fast Leon before she starts walking away, you seemed pretty small, and if he had gone up against tyrants you'd be no problem. THAT'S IT, just choke her out, good job Kennedy. Finally thinking of something, just walk up to her, put his hand over your mouth and choke you out, rough, but hey it's fine.  Not that really matters what happens to you not like he cares.

And thats how you ended up duck taped and tied together in a basement, a dim light just like on the street. Your clothes removed, pretty little mouth also taped shut. PANIC all you felt was panic. Frantically squirming around like a scared cat, a muffled scream for help, which wasn't a good idea. Because that's when he realized you were awake, huh didn't last very long. Honestly thought you'd be out faster, Leon had thought, already relaxed as if he didn't just kidnap a college girl, lucky girl you are. He unlocked the basement door, walking down. He was wearing a nice black shirt and baggy jeans, y'know at least you weren't kidnapped by an ugly guy, but that's besides the point. He came walking down the concrete steps, it was an unfinished basement so it was pretty ugly, no bugs thankfully just dark and dull. A small tv was in the corner, some boxes just collecting dust, a little bathroom, to be honest it was pretty good it could be like a little home. Or at least bedroom. Back to the point, you looked up with tears in your eyes, confused, scared, why you? Why did it have to be you? What did you do? Well nothing, in all reality you just got unlucky that's funny, you're whole life was luck, now your confined in rope and tape wearing nothing but panties in some guys basement. Leon rips the tape off your little mouth, tossing it to the side. Tears still staining your roesy cheeks you muffle out a pathetic sentence "w-what are you doing" stuttering and blabbering. Jeez nothings even happened yet, acted like a fucking moran, already crying? How are you a grown adult, can't even handle dick from someone?

It didn't matter, really nothing did in this moment, Leon didn't respond just stared at you, as if he was judging you for being a baby. Before knocking you out again, it was his first time kidnapping someone so he wasn't gonna just be good at it- but hey he tried. Grabbed some sleeping aids from the bathroom cabinet Doxepin or something weird, wasn't the type to look at the label just prayed it would fucken work and not kill you, the hell he's gonna do with a lifeless corpse, listen he's weird but not THAT weird. Eh enough with the small details, leon was getting inpatient. He untied your sleeping body, flipping you over onto your stomach, face down ass up. Leon's personal favorite position, simple, easy, effective. pushed your white panties to the side, he didn't bother with taking them off too fucking lazy, but back to the point, no need for him to just stare and think about how fucking lazy he is with this shit. He unzipps his pants, damn it's been a while since Leon's been in control, pulling someones hair, him being the dominant one. Choosing your fate, he slams into your dripping cunt, fuck you were nice, fat ass nice tits, grabbing your hips and thrusting in. Maybe life was worth livin now, he nipped at your neck, slamming in an out. He liked it rough, and it's not your unconscious body could care, fuck you didn't even know you were getting a sweet piece of that Kennedy dick, you were drugged out of your mind, limp body hitting into his, no reaction to him roughing you up. Kinda cute, helpless, well more unknowing but who cares about specifics?

Moving on he was still pounding into your dripping your hole, fuck you were hot, he was on the edge of cumming, damn you were tight. Such a nice fucken pussy, with one more thrust his seed leaked into your tight little hole, pulling out the sticky white substance leaking down your pretty little thighs, fucken miracle by god you didn't wake up. By all means that wouldn't have made Leon stop, hell he would've loved it even more. Jesus Christ though afraid he killed you, whatever just means he doesn't have to try and keep you hidden, not like anyone would suspect Mr Kennedy of anyone? Leon Kennedy the man who saved the presidents daugther? Kennedy the one who takes it up the ass like a good boy? Leon with the pretty little fuck face? Of course not, no, no Leon's the one who takes it like a goodboy he's not going around raping the girls in Washington.

But that's enough about Leon, to be honest he really didn't wanna kill you, but hey it doesn't matter. Well- it does but he doesn't care at the moment, just had a good fuck so he didn't have a care in the world, he put a shirt over you just incase you were y'know still alive and zipped up his pants getting the fuck out of there. A few hours went by, Leon didn't sleep, he can't sleep. He went down to check on you though, just to make sure you didn't actually croak, he was back in the right headspace, what the fuck was he gonna do with a dead body? Plus your pussy was too good to just die like that yeesh. He unlocked the basement door and walked down the steps again, however you weren't on the mattress on the floor?

No-no, you had woken up a few minutes before, hiding behind one of the concrete walls holding a piece of broken glass from the bathroom mirror, Jesus how the fuck did you pull that off so easily. Honestly you didn't have that much faith in yourself, your hands were a little bloody, y'know didn't really think it through- but hey all that matters is you have a shirt that barely covered your cunt, tear stained face and a dinky piece of glass that probobly couldn't do anything but hell you're trying.

"The fuck -?" Leon says looking around, before being cutoff by you running at him with your stupid little glass knife, much to your surprise that does shit all and suddenly you're pressed against the wall, hands above your head with a man's leg between your thighs. Jeez you didn't think it would work that bad, y'know your plan wasn't that shitty. Wait for him to get close enough and start swinging, a flawless plan I do say, if we ignore the unpredictable factors but hey who fucken cares about that?

Oh yeah but back to fact at hand you're pinned against a wall by a man twice your size practically nude crying with blood running down your hand, hell aren't you the lucky girl now? Lost your family, friends, probably gonna die in the cold, alone or be killed. Lucky lucky girl, got that Kennedy dick and Kennedy treatment, every girl's dream isn't it? "Woah short stuff the fuck were you trying to do?" He says releasing your hands and backing away from you, his arms crossed giving you a look of disapproval, catching your breath, you don't even say anything just pant and stare.

Well until a pathetic "why" leaves your smudged lips. Pulling the shirt down trying to cover your leaking pussy.

"I'm such a lucky fucking guy."

[enbyboiwonder]

I think I need Kinjou to push Aoyama down on his couch and have his way with him

I doubt I could write it though, so I hope the fic already exists

[littlebunnyotaku]

BIG SLOPPY MAKEOUT SESH WITH I-NO

pls :)

So I didn't know if you wanted a female or gender neutral reader so I went with female since I was already writing it for her.

Minors. Do not interact.

Tw: NSFW (kinda), Poorly written due to my busy life (Might redo in the future), OOC I-No??, French kissing, Ass grabbing, Getting a little wicked if you know what I mean 🌝, No smut just hot make out session, Hint at marriage

Enjoy!!

It was your one in a million day off and you were currently splayed out on your favorite couch. Work has been stressful especially with that Axl guy popping up from basically nowhere and tailing after Asuka.

You sighed in desperation as you thought of I-No. You missed your gf, I-No. The time traveling musician has been on the run from government and public eyes for years. You know she was trying to hide from the government, especially since word got out that she split her relations from “That Man.”

But you can't help but wish that she could just spend some time with you that isn't limited to “Good night.” Or “Good morning, I love you.” or 2 minute facetime calls with her new companion, Happy Chaos.

It’s not like you're jealous or anything… but you would like it if she could come see you even if it's for a night.

Just then, your phone rings.

The words “ Little Miss Red Riding ME (>3<)! ” popped up along with a background video of Happy Chaos shooting at something and her yelling at him.

To your confusion you answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Pretty girl.”

Her voice, smooth as butter. You can't help but shiver in delight at the way the nickname rolls off her velvety tongue. God. You just want to kiss her.

You had to rub your face a bit as you could feel yourself blushing. You also realized you stared at her the whole time.

“H-Hey, Babe! What’s going on?” You tried to not sound nervous as you looked at them… avoiding someone?

“Don't worry your precious little head about it, I’m coming home today by the way.”

Everytime she spoke, you felt like your heart was about to burst open with a million butterflies. Everything she did felt like magic and you were only being enchanted by it.

“Really? What do you want for dinner then? I can schedule a reservation-”

“-You. I want you for dinner.” She said as she licked her lips with a cheeky smile.

Your mouth stopped moving as you breathe hitched from what she said.

“M-Me?” You gulped as you watched her lips widen.

I-No smirked at you.

“Of course~ Be a dear and be clean by time I get there, okay? I’ll be there in…about 7.”

Before you could ask minutes or seconds, the call ended.

You laid on your couch with starry eyes.

“Oh. My. God.” were the only words that left your mouth as you rested your phone and hand on your chest. You could help but drift off to a daydream about how you would take her. After all, She’s always been the dom in the relationship.

You imagine her grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. The way her lips suck on yours as she's laying you back and groping at your chest. Her ice cold hand pinching and twisting your nipple as she shoves her tongue down your throat.

“Oh baby girl~”

You’re abruptly pulled out your daydream when you feel a hand touch your face. “And you completely forgot what I said?”

I-No was towering over your body, her breasts right in your face as her eyes trailed down to your chest as well.

You gasped as you sat up immediately, making her slip into your lap. “I-No!! You’re here so quickly!! I just-”

“-You’re lucky I love you.” The witch wrapped her arms around you as she kissed you. You felt like you couldn't breathe as her kisses felt like Heaven. You could feel your saliva mixing together when your eyes rolled a bit. You moved your hand down and grabbed her ass, making her grind on you.

“I missed you so much.” She breathed out in between kisses. You felt your tongue slide against hers, her tongue making it to the back of your throat, making you gag.

You couldn't help but look into her gorgeous multicolored eyes as she knew how to create an atmosphere.

Your vision was getting blurry so you pulled away from the Crimson lady, gasping for air.

Sweat was sticking to your forehead, along with some hair strands. “I missed you too.” You whimpered out.

I-No sighed and pulled you up. “Let's go shower.” She said with a wink.

You knew this was going to be a night to remember as you helplessly followed your future wife, ignoring the box with a ring inside it that was placed on the counter.

[secondsundering]

wrote and finished something. like actually.

[pupyr0arz]

Ghostcest (OG Ghost/Modern Ghost) snippet because the idea is eating me up and roachghost needs time to cook properly

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His cock is pressed against the wet slit in Simon’s body, it’s so alien yet familiar to him in some crass way, Simon’s cunt is as slick and pretty as any woman Ghost has managed to coax out of a bar and into anywhere comfortable enough to take apart. It’s probably fucked up how his urge here is of utter fascination with his mirror, the urge to press him open and look at every tiny misshapen part. Me, me, me, me it’s a tiny voice screaming at the top of its lungs in fascination—in delight. Ghost can’t steady his breathing, watching the glistening wet he’s leaving on Simon’s thighs. It’s been too long, it always is when he indulges, like some dam breaks thriugh when he’s finally in bed andmp he realizes how much he’s been craving this. He feels rabid almost, insane with the way this lights him up. And Simon is goddamn big, built like a brick shithouse and the kitchen sink fucked and had some roided up baby.  Ghost is perched on top like a cherry on this shitshow sundae and it goes directly to his dick how this guy who could probably snap him in half and suck out his marrow is letting him crawl all over dick in hand and panting. He feels nauseous with it, how it’s drilling into his head louder than any headache and it makes his hands clench and shake. And it isn’t weird, it fucking isn’t weird, even if they look so different it’s just an aid like how the shitty makeup and blinding lights of porn isn’t real. 

Masturbation. It counts.

“(Complaint.)” Simon says, eyeing him with those deep brown and Christ almighty his fucking voice. Ghost can practically hear it in his bones, vibrations out from his fingertips and on a one way express train to his cock. 

Yeah, yeah he should get on with it before he embrwsses himself.

——

Simon is still wearing gloves when he trails his fingers across Ghost’s shoulders and he appreciates the other layer of distance between them. He clearly wants to ask about the mask, Ghost is mildly curious too since Simon’s seemed to have stuck to his baklava, but the question lays in the air like the sour meat it is and they leave it to rot where it belongs.

Of all people, Ghost thinks, the two of them should understand dear doesn’t mean dead. But it’s a mild comfort and he wants to get off tonight so he leaves the grave unattended.

Aka ghostcest 2009/2022 fuck and it’s fucked up. Trans 2022, mega fucked up cis 2009. Bc I love the ‘the cartel top surgery’s him’ meme that much. Both Ghosts call the other Simon and they both hate it. 09 is delusional and developing complexes as we speak and 22 is slightly more normal about sex but is also contemplating killing his double bc he’s a freak like that. Separate them