#amab!reader

[pastelclovds]

thinking about eddie crying against the bedsheets, his legs trembling and struggling to holding his ass up while you eat him out with so much love and hunger. meanwhile venom growls out devious fantasies inside eddie’s mind. how he wants you to ravage their hole until it is swollen and full of your cum before riding your face and making you clean your mess up. that thought alone was enough for eddie to let out a pathetic moan and make his cock twitch between his hairy thighs.

venom was about to spew out another fantasy before he and eddie let out a pleasurable gasp in unison when your fingers replaced your tongue and began to roughly thrust them in and out of their lubed hole. eddie pleads with tears in his eyes for you to let him and venom cum, venom wasn’t far from acting like slut as he fought back the urge to take control of eddie’s body in favor of riding you until he was breathless. you looked down at your boys with a loving smile before leaning down, pressed a soft kiss on eddie’s shoulder, and gave him and venom your permission to let go. they both saw the pearly gates and made a mess on your sheets. oh they were so grateful to have you in their lives.

[2kiran]

18+ AFAB KÖNIG X TOP READER

teasing könig to the point he’s so unbearably wet.

middle finger working him through his underwear. his large hands gripped the material of his cargo pants, trying to prevent himself from squirming. könig hated heavy traffic, hated how long you’d edge him for.

he whines when you push his boxers to the side, your fleeting touch sending a shiver to run down his spine. with two fingers, you spread him open to expose his quivering hole. he wanted you inside of him so badly, have you fuck him until his brain is mush and his legs proved to be worthless.

your eyes were fixated on the stoplight and slow cars that seemed to prolong the span of his torture. könig bit his bottom lip, fighting against the urge to grab your wrist and make you cup his groin. he wanted to grind against your warm palm than to have you embarrass him by slightly dipping your fingertip into his sopping heat, giving him hope, only to immediately pull away.

unfortunately, he had to be patient. it was only a matter of time until you both arrived home, until he could have your thick cock filling his insides, until he was so horny he’d rip off the condom and cry out at the feeling of your cum painting his pretty hole white.

[dddomenstarstwst1]

HIIIIII!!! I don’t know if you did this already but can I please request those breeding hcs but with pomefiore!!??

Me when always thinking about breeding anyone–

Breeding Pomefiore (ft.vil, rook and epel)

Warnings: amab!reader

a/n: all characters are depicted as 18+ y/o

Vil Schoenheit

° now, don't get me wrong, but I don't think Vil would enjoy breeding so much. Like, yes, he can tolerate you cumming on him and in him sometimes. But he's just not a big fan

° you can convince him, sure. Say, dedicating a whole evening to decorating the room in rose petals, candles, maybe so romantic music thrown in too. Then I can see him being more open and relaxed to that

° he doesn't like filthy stuff, like feeling sperm of his loved one dripping down his thighs?.. Yeah, okay, he can see how it would be hot

° still, he's more of a do it with a condom guy, besides cleaning it up is a mess, don't even start him

Epel Felmier

° yes, one hundred percent this babe wants to be filled with your cum to the brim, while he chants about how he's gonna be such a good momma for your babies

° tho if you ever mention it to him the other day, he's gonna rip your throat open and feed you to the dogs, don't try him. Or do, especially with his friends just to embarrass him

° anyways, would definitely ride you just to feel you shoot your semen in his and how it drips out of his ass. Also teases you while stuffing it inside like "oh no! Now I lost some of it, I won't become your baby momma! Gotta give me more, quick!"

° he's an ass in private, he knows it. Also lets you take pics of his stuffed hole, then sents them to you while you're busy

Rook Hunt

° mm, yeah, I can see that. Maybe more to file you up rather than genuinely liking this stuff. Kinda conflicted on him liking the children part, he's def into being stuffed full of cum, sure

° will jokingly ask you in the middle of the day if you'll finally make him a mother to your children. With a poker face, followed by his signature smile. He's a menace

° aside from that, he also likes when you take pictures of your cum leaking from his hole and then show it to him

° ooh, don't get me started on butt plugs, stuff him full and make him wear a butt plug all day, he's gonna come crawling to you begging for more

[for-a-longlongtime]

Hey Anon, I saw your message this morning! 💜

You pointed out "Yall need to be careful of bi erasure" and linked to a post someone made about me. I appreciate the heads up! To be honest, I’m not concerned about people suggesting that I’m doing bi erasure. Whether it’s regarding Pedro characters in canon, head canons, or bisexuality in any other way. But hey, everybody can have their opinion about things, including what they think about me.

I dont talk much about myself here, but my tumblr bio has said from day 1 that I’m a bi woman. My master list mentions most of my fic “is queer (m/m, bi4bi, m/m/f, non-binary and trans characters)”. Folks who have read my fic know I've written pairings where every character is explicitly bi ( Frankie x f!reader x Santi; Peña x Rockford x OFC; Ezra x f!reader x Benny Miller, and WIPs with Joel and Marcus M, Frankie x f!reader x OFC and Maximus x Acacius x Lucilla).

Can bisexual people still do bi erasure? Sure!

Do I worry whether straight folks or other random folks online think I'm involved in bi erasure? Nahhh.

Anyway, I did make some posts the other day based on anons submitted to me about issues re: queer representation in this fandom. Let me just direct you to the several posts I made on that day, which started in response to a question about Renaldo:

"Was Renaldo Gay in the SNL sketch?? I've seen a lot of blogs saying he wasn't?". TL;DR version of my response: the ending of the song states "word to the wise, if you've got wives, hide them from the three bros!" suggesting that Renaldo, Domingo, and Santiago all hook up with women/wives. Considering Renaldo hooked up with Matthew, that probably makes him bisexual (and not the fact that he had Sophie, aka Sabrina's character, dancing up on him) - or queer, or someone who doesn't like to label himself. However, while 'hide your wives' works linguistically as a great punch line to wrap up the song, it does not refer to Renaldo's affair with Matthew (now that is bi erasure, if you wanna be exact), so I did point out that 'hide your spouses' would've been more accurate - but understandably, that's not as catchy. I'm currently writing a Renaldo x Matthew one shot, and I said my headcanon has Renaldo as gay - but that's my interpretation/hc/fic.

Someone wrote to me: Some blogs in the fandom is hellbent on taking away any attention away from anything mlm based with his characters anyway so it wouldn't matter in Renaldo was gay - someone would find a loophole to make him like women. TL;DR I agreed, because there are people who definitely do that. It became part of a longer thread of reblogs with some other folks in which we talked about how Pedro's mlm (men loving men) characters, such as Oberyn, Dieter and Silva in particular, either tend to be canonized primarily as bisexual by people but in fic are almost always paired with women (f!reader or OFCs). Which is fine, but people are definitely interested in seeing more m/m representation for those characters. Someone also brought up that when Pedro characters are paired with non-binary reader inserts or OC, it tends to be mostly afab!nb (or afab!trans characters), and that they were surprised that there weren't more amab!nb characters - that's a great point too.

I made a post with an anon message that pointed out "MLM includes bi, pan and queer men. They might like women. (And/or other genders, but they still like men)". Very correct!

Finally, there was an excellent long message from an anon saying "We need more representation of bi people in same-gender relationships represented" and that even in threesomes or throuples (fic) that include two men, there should ideally be more mlm representation. Once again, I fully agree. Everybody should write whatever they want, but I do often see threesomes that are listed as Pedro Character 1 x reader x Pedro Character 2, but in the fic it's more like reader having sex with two straight men at the same time while they're trying to not cross swords, rather than mlm being represented. THIS IS DEFINITELY CHANGING THOUGH: it's wonderful to see a big increase of mlm characters in threesomes/throuple fics over the past year!

So here is my main issue with a lot of people who are raging about 'bi erasure', and why I've made several posts about queerness within this fandom (not just recently, but from the start). Of course bisexual people exist (hello, it me, for one). Pull up some statistics if you want: there are a lot more folks who identify as bisexual than there are folks who identify as gay or lesbian. I'm an older millenial, so if you wanna talk about bi erasure: the measure in which it happens today is nothing compared to the bi erasure and deeply engrained homophobia we experienced in our teens and twenties from society at large. However:

🏳‍🌈 In your rush to point out bisexuals exist, you're shutting down a much broader dialogue with people within the LGBTQIA+ community. 🏳‍🌈

Because have you noticed how gay men, nonbinary/genderqueer fans, amab!trans or amab!nonbinary FANS (not fic characters; I'm talking actual people) are extremely underrepresented in this fandom? In addition to in fic? And that these fans won't have their fiction or actual posts shared all that much? Or that when they carefully speak up, e.g. about being happy to see Pedro portray Silva as a gay character, they're immediately rebuffed and called biphobic or that they're trying to erasure bisexuality?

Yeah. That part.

It's messed up.

Nobody is even making demands. Nobody is even saying "what writers are doing is wrong". They're just saying, "This is a bummer". And some of us are pointing out that mlm Pedro characters in m/m pairings are hard to come by, which is too bad because it's not only us queers who read m/m Pedro character pairings - there are lots of straight fans out there who have indicated they like reading that, too.

Are you gonna call that bi erasure? Or marginalization of women? Or anything really except for what it actually is? Fans are just saying "yknow, I wish there were more fans/fic characters/bodies in fic represented in this fandom that look and feel more like me". People seem to have finally understood that in varying degrees when this applies to body type or racial/cultural background (which took many white people a lot longer to fully grasp; BIPOC folks have been saying this for such a long time already) - it's about diversity and wanting to feel included. But when gay or transfolks say this about mlm, a whole bunch of y'all are crying bi erasure?

In short (and I can't believe I need to even fuckin' say this):

The Pedro fandom or its fic does NOT belong exclusively to women.

It does not belong to cis folks, to straight people, or any other particular group of people.

Aren't we all just trying to be a community? Then stop acting like people reading Silva or Renaldo (or any other character) as gay are erasing bisexuality - that's not the case or the damn point.

And anon-- my critique truly isn't directed at you, I'm not dragging you in any way. You took the effort to bring something to my attention, plus you clearly care about people, and I appreciate that a lot. But there are tons of people who don't dare to speak up about this in public settings, so I can't help but take this opportunity to not only clarify what I said earlier -- but also to address the bigger problem at large. Read or write all the gossip blogs you want, by all means, but maybe also consider using that time to actually connect with people.

[jennzfuckingthots]

CAN I REQUEST A FLIPPIN YANDERE VERSION OF YOUR OCS???

- 🫶

Of course.

Lilitu Apollyon - Aggressive

TW: Fighting, Manipulation, mentions of being K.Oed (loser), kidnapping, mentions of death

Yandere!Lilitu would first meet you for 2 reasons, either you caught her fighting or she was fighting you.

Yandere!Lilitu is mesmerized by your personality, you don't take shit. She likes that. (directed at Hime)

Yandere!Lilitu asks you to hang out once in a while, but that turns into weekly hangouts, daily hangouts. I mean, why wouldn't you wanna hang out with her?

She's so cool.

Yandere!Lilitu starts by fighting off bullies, which turns into people who bother you, transforming into anyone who even dares talk to you in a rude manner.

They call you names? Dead.

They talk bad about you? Dead.

They breathe on you weird? Nose ripped off and then Dead.

Yandere!Lilitu would slowly tear you away from society, claiming, "everyone is so bad to you, stay with me, I'm all you need..."

"They don't deserve you"

"You don't need them"

"I'm the only one who cares about you"

Yandere!Lilitu would knock you out if you weren't willing to stay with her and her only.

Yandere!Lilitu would keep you in Diavolo's secret labyrinth, locking you away until you understood nobody cared like she did.

Yandere!Lilitu would hold you close to her, shushing your cries when you finally got the memo...

Nobody cared like she did.

Abbie Lepidomery - Desperate

TW: Smoking, illegal tracking, panty-plant/framing, manipulation, boobies mentioned, shotgun kissing, drugging(?)

Yandere!Abbie would meet you in the enchanted forest, it was out for a smoke.

Yandere!Abbie invites you to smoke with her, if you refuse, that's okay, if you accept, even better.

Yandere!Abbie likes you, you're chill around it, and you accept her. Fuck the blue skin, you like her, don't you?

Yandere!Abbie gives you a tour of Heartslaybul, making sure to stay away from dorm members. They don't need to know who you are!

Yandere!Abbie who let's you in its room, where you chat about your hobbies and other things like favorite foods, colors, smells...

Yandere!Abbie walks you back to your dorm, making sure you're safe and sound before letting one of her mini caterpillars go into your bag. Don't worry, it only works like a tracking device!

It's not that serious!

Yandere!Abbie who knows when she gets goosebumps, you're near. All thanks to her little friend~

Yandere!Abbie who tells you in private that everyone is plotting against you. She isn't setting them up by sneaking your undergarments into their possession!

Never!

Yandere!Abbie who "confronts" the people for you! She's kind-hearted isn't she? I know.

Yandere!Abbie who cries when you catch onto it's scheme, sobbing into your chest when you tell her off.

"I-i'm sorry! I just wanted your attention... sometimes it feels like you don't love me like you used to!" She clings to you as she sobs, hugging you closer and crying harder. (Bonus points if you have tits)

Yandere!Abbie who purrs as you gently pat her head, ceasing her cries. She looks up at you with her big eyes, the void like black sucking you in.

Yandere!Abbie who pulls from her blunt, rushing in to give you a shotgun kiss. Blowing the smoke into your mouth, her wings sprout from behind her.

"Sweet dreams, darling~"

Yandere!Abbie who doesn't regret using her unique magic one bit, kissing you was unnecessary, yes, but she did it anyway.

Now, you were hers forever...~

Ozias Apollyon - Seducer

TW: Shooting mentioned, kidnapping, chloroform, illegal cameras, stockholm syndrome, NSFW, missionary, fluffy-ish ending

Yandere!Ozias meets you at a shooting range. He sees you shooting beside him and your aim is pretty nice.

Yandere!Ozias wastes no time, he knew you were the one anyway. He may or may not have cameras in your house already.

He wasn't watching you.

Yandere!Ozias whose best friend is chloroform! When you leave the shooting range after about 2 hours he goes in for it.

"Hush, it's okay, love. You're gonna be just fine~"

Yandere!Ozias who makes you comfortable in his home. Letting you roam around freely, even letting you walk outside!

Yandere!Ozias who knows you'll try running away, but can't because he always has someone watching, high level security everywhere.

Yandere!Ozias who takes care of you and respects your boundaries. It only makes you fall harder for him while he treats you like royalty.

Yandere!Ozias who proclaims his love to you whenever he can...

"I love you, darling"

"My love, you don't know how much you mean to me, do you?"

"I'd let the world burn for you~"

Yandere!Ozias has to refrain from breaking you when you admit you want him to be your first time.

Yandere!Ozias who almost cums right there when he first pushes into you, rocking his hips slowly as he watches your eyes roll back.

Yandere!Ozias who intertwines his fingers with yours as he fucks makes love to you slow and gentle. He doesn't wanna ruin you just yet, he wants to take his time.

Yandere!Ozias who kisses you softly as he rearranges your guts in the most soothing way possible, you wrap your legs around his waist as you inch toward an orgasm.

Yandere!Ozias who lifts your body toward him as you cum together, this is his most intimate moment with you.

Yandere!Ozias who has to stop himself from crying when you finally say you love him. He cradles you like you'll break if he lets go.

Yandere!Ozias who knows he's got you wrapped around his finger, he's definitely not afraid of losing you...

Not at all.

TAGLIST!

@rado-brisingr @whitneysslut @leviathansbiggestkinnie @its-atsui-bitch @yveme

[cielur5ww]

୨📜୧ ─────・ It's my problem, not yours.

▭ Synopsis﹕ Scaramouche had heard of you, the perfect student... the one who had it all. Though he had never interacted with you, he found you disagreeable. But it seems this time, you'll be getting closer than he'd prefer... so why does he feel this pressure in his chest and the heat rising to his cheeks?

★ ❪CW❫── male!reader!student x Scaramouche, AU modern, small insults, the reader is a perfect student, Scara hates you a little, Scara's POV, Scara being a tsundere

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I just vomited this idea, ignore me.. Maybe I'll do more parts, MAYBE (I am very procrastinating and lazy). Any spelling mistakes... sorry, I don't want to review it, I'll probably post something new in another 2 months.

Scaramouche sighed, letting out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes to disguise his mild annoyance.

His delicate hands held the exam paper, and though he had thought he did well, he noted the few incorrect marks in his answers (only three), seeing the red number at the top, an 80. The maximum score was 100, and he had hoped to have scored at least an 85 or perhaps a 90, but he wasn't too surprised either. After all, he had only had a few days to study.

He could glance over his shoulder at his neighbor, who had scored a 60. That at least comforted him a bit, knowing there wouldn't be many with a grade as high as his.

His gaze wandered around the room, passing over each of his classmates' heads until he found your hair... The perfect student.

Scaramouche huffed slightly, feeling annoyed, and kept glancing away, gritting his teeth a little. You were the stupid perfect student, the teacher's pet, who probably scored a 100 effortlessly... But his curiosity drew him back to you in the distance, watching as you held the exam paper in your hands for several seconds instead of putting it away and being done. You were reviewing your exam sheet with the textbook open, as if double-checking your own already perfect answers.

However, in the end, it seemed you had left your exam sheet, flipping it over on your desk and closing the book. Your head was slightly tilted, maybe you had made a mistake in one answer... he thought, but still, you were the 100 student, if you got a 95, you still had an excellent grade. He sighed again, looking away to focus on his own affairs.

As he heard the slight squeak of the chair backing up a bit, he looked up once more, and some strands of his indigo hair bothered him a bit. He quickly adjusted his hair and watched as you stood up from your seat, still with your back to him.

"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" It was a simple and typical question among students, but this time, it was you who asked. Obviously, the teacher gave you approval, and you quickly left the classroom, blending into the class's murmur. But he saw you. Scaramouche observed you.

He simply didn't pay it much mind, leaning back in his desk and stretching a bit over the table, lost in his thoughts and staring into space.

Now that he thought about it, he had never interacted with you. Well, he had never spoken to you.

Scaramouche remembered the first and last time you had spoken to him, even if it was just a small accident.

It was in the hallway while he was carrying some books to the office (the teacher had forced him). There were quite a few books, and he struggled a bit to carry them, so he couldn't see well as he walked. Accidentally, he bumped the books against your back.

Ugh, just remembering it seemed like a stupid cliché encounter from love stories, like when the girl bumps into the guy and it's love at first sight. He groaned at that thought, but he continued to recall how you had interacted with him.

After the collision, obviously the books fell to the ground, and you immediately apologized (when he was the one at fault), bending down to pick them up and arrange them in a row. He also crouched down, but didn't say anything, just furrowed his brow.

"Do you want me to help you carry this?" You had asked him kindly, your voice disgustingly soft for his taste, but he didn't say anything. He had already recognized you as the proclaimed perfect student, the teacher's pet, and... the number one in school.

He didn't like you, that was his point.

He wanted to refuse, but he also didn't want to carry those books again alone, so reluctantly he just carried half of them in silence, standing up and giving you a silent confirmation without meeting your gaze.

They walked together to the office, maintaining the uncomfortable silence between them. Scaramouche silently appreciated that you didn't unnecessarily try to fill that void. When they arrived, he immediately dropped off the books, giving a small greeting to the secretary to not seem rude, and then walked past you, distancing himself.

He didn't want anything to do with you, and he easily achieved that. He avoided you and kept his distance.

But oh, surprise! He and you shared three classes together: Biology, Arts, and Mathematics. Still, he didn't attempt to get closer or interact with you; it seemed unnecessary to him. He knew nothing about you, apart from being the "perfect" student. He thought you were arrogant, only showing kindness and politeness to maintain your facade of an exemplary student.

Scaramouche probably imagined that every time the teachers praised you or asked the students to follow your example, you were secretly laughing mockingly inside or looking down on others behind your soft and repulsive smile.

Scaramouche hated you.

Did he have reasons? No, but he found you distasteful for some reason.

The sound of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts immediately. Automatically, he began to pack his things into his backpack, and once finished, he stood up and made his way through the people exiting the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway toward the exit.

It was break time, and he simply didn't want anything to do with the crowd of stupid people around him. So, he walked through the crowded halls, ignoring everyone. After all, he didn't really know anyone.

Scaramouche's feet carried him towards the stairs leading upstairs, until he reached the door that led to the rooftop. Normally, this area was blocked off, and it was forbidden to go out, but he really didn't care.

So, he easily opened the doors, removing the padlock (he had stolen the keys from the counselor's office). He closed the doors behind him so that no one would suspect that someone had been on the rooftop. He tucked the key into the pocket of his blue coat and took out his headphones and phone to listen to music, the only thing that relaxed him.

He walked across the rooftop, staying away from the edge to avoid being seen, but not too much in the center either. He headed towards the benches, which were strangely clean; probably the janitor also cleaned this place. He sat down, put on his headphones, and started playing music.

Gently, he lay back on his back, with his arms behind his head, starting to close his eyes, immersing himself in his own world of music, finding peace in melancholy.

Song by song, Scaramouche began to feel drowsy, sinking into a state of relaxation. However, when he opened his eyes, he found your face disgusting... again.

Why was God punishing him this day?

Automatically, he sat up, removing his headphones at the same time. He looked up and saw you. You had the impeccable school uniform, clean and strangely soft-looking hair, and your eyes were calm and gentle, in perfect harmony with your hair. You were too close for his liking, although technically you weren't invading his personal space, you were still there, practically in front of him, with your hands behind your back and a soft smile that he felt was fake.

"I thought this place was off-limits." You commented calmly, looking at him with those eyes that seemed as serene as water on the surface, yet so deep that they could easily swallow him whole.

He didn't want to answer how the heck he got into this closed-off place... so he simply averted his gaze with indifference, trying to show disinterest. To him, you were just an arrogant idiot, he told himself.

There were seconds of uncomfortable silence for Scaramouche as you continued to observe him with those eyes of yours. He felt uneasy under your gaze. So, he huffed annoyed, looking back at you and furrowing his brow.

"I thought the model student didn't break any rules in school." He declared, looking at you defiantly. He didn't care if you went and talked to a teacher, pointing him out for being on the rooftop, because you were there too. That place was supposed to be off-limits, but there you were, looking at him.

However, you simply smiled, as if it didn't affect you at all if he told a teacher that you had broken a rule. Although, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him, they would believe you because you were the perfect student, the role model. But if Scaramouche were to prove that you had broken a rule, it wouldn't matter because many teachers would probably overlook it due to your reputation as the responsible student with a bright future.

That's why maybe you were smiling so calmly. He clenched his teeth slightly, annoyed by your mere presence.

"I was just checking who was on the rooftop, as there have been incidents of students smoking here or having gatherings that are prohibited without a teacher's authorization." You responded softly, still smiling at him with that fake smile of yours, and you even sounded completely logical.

Your eyes, looking directly at him, made him feel small under your calm and deep gaze, like that of an animal observing its prey. But he wasn't going to let you take control.

"Do you see me smoking?" He responded, looking at you without hesitation, although the slight pressure in his chest increased with every moment you continued to look at him. Then, you gently closed your eyes and then opened them, looking in another direction, probably gazing at the blue sky.

"No, you're not smoking. I was just... 'investigating', I guess you could say." You said softly. Damn, maybe he understood now why they said you were so kind; it was your disgustingly soft tone of voice.

Although he also silently appreciated that you stopped looking at him. The tension in his muscles briefly relaxed, but his mind raced trying to decide how to act now. Respond? Ignore you? Say nothing? Leave? Any option seemed bad to him.

He decided to go for the first option, maybe then you would be satisfied with the conversation and leave him alone, ignoring him and forgetting about him.

"Are you going to tell a teacher, then?" He said, sounding uninterested because it was the truth. He really didn't care if a teacher scolded him for breaking a rule, as his mother wouldn't have time to go to the school and find out. But he continued the conversation, hoping you would leave him alone afterwards, and also so he would know whether or not he would be accused by you.

"Mhmm.." you hummed to yourself. He watched you step back a bit to lean gently against the whitish wall, crossing your arms, and again... looking at him. "Don't worry, Scaramouche, I won't." Damn, how did you know his name?

He remained still, watching your stupid smile that he disliked so much and how your lips pronounced his name. He didn't even know how you knew his name or why you had memorized it. Even though he hadn't told you, still... he looked at you, processing what you had just said, but at least you weren't going to rat him out. Was that a good thing? One could say yes.

"And this sudden kindness?" He immediately recovered, putting one leg up on the bench he was sitting on, bending it enough to lean his elbow on it and look you in the eyes, adopting a casual and unconcerned posture.

Or so he tried to appear, but his brain fried a bit when you called him by his name. He wondered why you had memorized his name, but he would go on with his intention. He wouldn't let himself be dragged down by you; you were just... ridiculous.

He watched in slow motion as you gently closed your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, and then opened them again, tilting your head slightly... looking at him.

"I just noticed you weren't in class, the bell rang over 5 minutes ago." You commented casually, looking directly at him.

When the hell had the bell rung? He didn't even realize that time had passed too quickly for his liking... and he remembered that he also had classes with you today, and in math class, adding more weight to the situation. He would definitely be scolded, so he immediately stood up with a clear sound.

"Did the bell already ring? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?!" Scaramouche snapped at you, giving you a death glare as he checked the time on his phone. Even though he didn't give a damn about what the teachers thought, the math teacher punished him with too many assignments, which literally gave him a headache.

Scaramouche hurried towards the rooftop door, opening it. But a hand on his arm stopped him just as he was about to step onto the first step down.

"It's okay, Scaramouche. Let's go together, so the teacher won't scold you." You said softly. Now you were disgustingly close, he could feel the soft perfume surrounding you. It wasn't strong or intense, but soft... His brain went blank from your tone of voice and your strange comforting touch for him. After a few seconds, he reacted, stepping down onto the first step and turning around to look at you, pulling his arm away from your grip abruptly.

"Let go of me, idiot," Scaramouche muttered through gritted teeth, looking at you defiantly. But why did he feel like his cheeks were gently warming up? He lowered his gaze and turned, descending the stairs quickly without waiting for you. However, he could hear how you followed suit afterward.

After a few minutes, they were standing in front of the classroom door they had today, with the math teacher. Obviously, upon entering, the teacher was clearly not happy that Scaramouche had arrived late, but his expression immediately changed when he saw you with him.

He asked why you came back from the bathroom with Scaramouche, and in the end, you ended up lying for him, saying that when you returned to the classroom, you saw Scaramouche sleeping, so you woke him up and told him about the class time.

The teacher had no choice but to scold him for not falling asleep outside during class time and next time, threatening him with punishment if he did it again (basically, thanks to you, he wasn't punished this time). Scaramouche simply remained silent, not even thanking you.

He went to his seat, sighing irritably, trying to focus on the class and ignoring the fact that, in the distance, you seemed to have that stupid smile again. Maybe it was one of triumph for having helped him and now he owed you a favor... you were so annoying to him.

Thanks to your stupid pretty face and good reputation, you helped him this time and decided that you wouldn't tell anyone about the guy on the roof. What did you want from him? He doesn't know but he doesn't want to return the favor.

You were just two-faced, surely..

This was their problem, not yours, you're just a stupid busybody.

Bonus:

Scaramouche was there, sitting... trying to concentrate on Math class but really, he didn't understand at all...

"Where the hell did the teacher get that -26?.."

He simply groaned in annoyance in his seat, his gaze wandering over the others' heads, to where you were... and he thought about the roof.

Oh shit, he had forgotten to put the new lock on the doors.

At the next recess, Scaramouche immediately went through the crowd to the roof, to make up for his mistake, but when he went, the doors to the roof were locked... he was a little relieved, but he wondered if the janitor was the one who did it. And then he looked in his pocket for the key but he realized that only his cell phone and headphones were there... the key was not there.

At what point did he lose it?!

In reality, it was you who had stolen Scaramouche's key when you were with him, and when he was going down the stairs you made sure to lock it with the utmost care that it was silent because you knew that Scaramouche might react badly.

Scaramouche in the end deduced that the only culprit was you.

[ruckooos]

Can you pls pls pls make Erron, Kabal and any Mk11 character of ur choice w a hyperfeminine amab!reader? Legit no one does it 😭 fluff hcs pls!!!

(Sure!!!! I love love love Erron and Kabal, they're my husbands fr. I took some creative liberty with what counted as hyper feminine, so hopefully you're ok w it!)

Doll

(Erron Black, Kabal, Kano x hyper-feminine amab!reader)

Erron Black:

FIRST OF ALL LETS GET THIS STRAIGHT. He absolutely adores you

He thinks you are the cutest thing ever, it's honestly rotten

If you're into fashion and makeup, this man will FORCE you to let him be your bag carrier and ATM. No questions or no's allowed

I envision him to be a romantic gentleman, very trad since that was his time period, so he WILL be carrying your bags in his inner elbows, your clothes hangers on one finger, a basket of products in one palm, and your hand in his other.

Have you seen his arms? He can and will lift anything. He's not allowing you to exert any effort, I fear. He's too gentleman-ly for that.

Unfortunately, he will not allow you to put makeup on him :(( the closest you ever had to doing do is putting foundation on a bruise, BUT THAT IS IT. He won't let you do any more, no matter how many times you beg him to let you.

If you're shopping for clothes, this man will be blunt as well. When I say this, I mean that he spills the absolute truth of his opinions on how gorgeous you look in the clothes.

"You look like a model in that blouse, mister. You look godly in white. It fits you perfectly." "Oh-- thank you!??"

I am a firm believer that he spoils you so hard you'd get more cavities than a 9 year old after eating the whole candy aisle in one sitting. If he sees you as little as side eye something, he's staring at it, then you, then dragging you into the store.

"Don't worry about money, sweetie. Let's just say there are a lot more... vengeful customers in Outworld"

HOWEVER. If you're a pop culture gay, then that throws a wrench in things cuz...

He's lost. Like VERY lost

I hc him to be a more romantic type of gay who is not involved in pop culture at all, so if you said "diva", "girl", "mama" or, God forbid, you REFERENCE something??? He's staring at you like this

It's all in love tho

"Come on teletubby, teleport us to mars!" "Who? What? Who is that? Who are you talking to??"

"As if I was Paula Abdul herself." "But you aren't? Darlin, what the fuck are you talkin' about???"

"This is so cunt" "honey, do you hear yourself? Do you hear what you say when you talk to me??"

After a few "werk bitch"es and "that was fierce"es later he just accepts his fate that he will NEVER know what you're talking about, just quitting and nodding.

"No but Chappel's performance of Picture You was so tea. Like, I was gagged" " I-- sigh you know what, darlin'? Ok. Why was it tea?"

If he even tries to understand what you're talking about, you'll just give the poor man a headache :( he CANNOT understand that most of what you say are just based off of pure vibes. "When in the ever livin' fuck is being gagged a good thing?? Now that's just concerning, toots."

If you're a music gay, then this will be the easiest that he can handle. Blast Mariah Carey, Chappel, Charli XCX, Sabrina Carpenter or Beyoncé --if he sees you having fun, then he's willing to love it. Just for you

I imagine you two just hanging out, blasting HOT TO GO by Chappel while you desperately try to teach him the dance. He'll be reluctant to try, but you two just end up laughing and holding each other close, just wiggling for the rest of the song.

You didn't hear it from me, but... *looks around me to see if people are eavesdropping* ...if you pressed your ear against the bathroom door while he showers, you MIGHT just hear him singing Good Luck, Babe. And... *looks around again* ...if you follow him quietly down the stairs in the middle of the night, you might catch him doing the HOT TO GO dance.

Now! Lets say you two are holding hands and walking down the city, giggling and chatting, you wearing a cute fashionable outfit that does not present any masculinity at all. If some bozo was stupid unfortunate enough to badmouth you, probably saying some bs like "men shouldn't dress like that" or "men got so much weaker, nowadays", you best believe that erron hears that.

And if he hears anybody speak with even the slightest amount of disrespect to his boy; his angel; his doll, then you know he's not afraid to do something about it.

For the sake of keeping the blog sfw, I cant tell you how exactly he solves the ordeal

Lets just say... they had to repair the entire sidewalk and each establishment beside it after Erron was done with them. Teehee :3

Maybe afterwards, you two can cuddle close with one another. Him holding you close to his chest, mumbling how perfect you are, how gorgeous you are, how proud he is of you and how lucky he is to call you his boy

If you're into drag race, then this man will be the poor victim of you referencing and ranting about your favorites.

"And then Bendelacreme WON, but when she was going to vote who to eliminate, she chose to eliminate herself?!?" "Darlin' it's 4 in the god damn mornin. Please let me sleep." "OH that reminds me! In season 5 there's a queen who has a syndrome that makes her sleep randomly, and she won the season!" *he buries his face in a pillow*

"Please watch season 5 with me :(" "Sweetie I've already told you ten times that I will, let me sleep first.

The moment you ACTUALLY convince him to watch it with you, he's flashbanged with color, fashion, slang and a new obsession.

He's a bit shy about it tho so please don't bully him abt it :(

Overall, he reveres you and the way you wear yourself. He worships each step you take, and he may not understand you completely, he always has your back, front and sides.

He still won't let you put on makeup on him though (he'll only let you if you use puppy eyes, but you don't know that that will work... yet)

KABAL

Speedy McGee ^_^ my mannnnn

Since he's more modern than Erron, he is then more up to date. Granted, he kinda lost touch as he started working with Black Dragon, but he got a head start!

He defo gives me "secure masculinity jock" vibes. We ALLLLL know this man is a fag at heart, but I don't really see him as feminine

I see him more as "very masculine, but more than comfortable to be feminine if he wants to be"

... ykw nvm now that I say it he 100 is a diva

AND GOOD NEWSSSSS. Since he's comfortable enough to be feminine, you know what that meansssss...

He will let you put makeup on him! YESSSSSS *applause erupts, standing ovation occurs, roses thrown on stage*

"Kabal can I please practice eyeshadow on you?" "Depends. Only if you promise to make me look as cute as you."

It ends up with you giving him full eyeshadow, with eyebrows and lashes on fleek, and lips absolutely beat down with gloss. You also added some highlighter, contour and bronzer since he didn't stop you ^_^

(He didn't know)

But it's OK! When you gave him a mirror, he saw the beauty he was used to seeing on your face, put on his! That's a huge flattering remark for him and you best believe he's keeping it on

If anyone tries to make fun of him for it, you what he's gonna do? Laugh in their face and tell them "you wish"

"OH please, you're just pissed that I can look good and you can't!"

The way he sees it, you imparted your beauty onto him; you bestowed a piece of what he considered to be the most divine things about you onto him, so if anyone was to make fun of him, they're making fun of you.

And we know our baba grill doesn't stand with that

"Cry about it, snowflake" (GO GET EM KABAL 🗣🗣)

HOWEVER, if they were to make fun of YOU in particular. If he even catches the smallest hint that someone talked badly about you; the light of his life; his wil to live; his soul; his partner; his boy; his man; his deity, then they will never see it coming.

Literally. They quite literally can't see him coming, he's not giving them the chance

You're off limits. Completely. He can handle all of the criticism, blame, shame and taunts. You? No. You were his pride and joy, his most precious amulet. He was NOT going to let you get hurt, even if you try to convince him you're fine.

Is that a red flag? Ehhhh... Who cares is the real question. You have a big, speedy hunk who loves you to death and heaven and will protect you to the earth's end? What's not to love!!! :3

But if youre a pop culture feminine, then you best believe: you met your match

Chappel Roan? Guess what, he introduced you to her. As a matter of fact, he taught you the HOT TO GO dance!

"Y/N jump higher! Straighten your arm on the T! Bring the energy that Chappel would want! Don't half-ass this!! Again! 5... 6... 5, 6, 7, 8!"

Mariah Carey? He's singing the songs, much much louder. He's BELTING them, actually.

Charli XCX though is where you got him beat. But don't consider this a victory! He's got bright green sweat shirts and brat gym tank tops the next day, and his headphones are already blasting party 4 u.

He adapts, what can I say

If you're into fashion, then he's matching. No questions. Doesn't matter to him if it looks good or not. it doesn't matter if it matches his build or features -If you're wearing it, he wants to be right with you, literally and figuratively

Maybe one day you're wearing a denim jacket with cut sleeves, matching boots and a belt, with denim flare jeans? Maybe you're also wearing pitch black sunglasses just to feel classy with you're hair all done? Great! You walk out of your dressing room to see him wear the exact same thing, except sized up

But if he unfortunately can't match with you (he's upset and grumbling abt it btw), then he will just resort to being your scary dog privilege

You look like a celebrity wearing your outfit, and a tall, buff man is right be your side, arm wrapped around your shoulder.

He honestly looks like a bodyguard (which he is)

And the icing of the gay cake is that he somehow knows more pop culture than you do 😭

I can see it in my head how he will be able to reference Oda Mae Brown, Drag Race, Tiffany Pollard, Stan Twitter, The Craft, Clue, Cher, Jennifer Coolidge, Wendy Williams. basically ANYTHING.

He would 100% reference at least one of these every other sentence, and you are just clueless, listening to him like (▪︎ v ▪︎)

On the off chance that you DO understand what he's referencing, then you two will actually explode (in a good way)

"Somebody lied to her several times" "they said she's hot, sexy and fly and she's nothing of the sort" "...I love you"

"Guess who's jealous of Adele," Kabal says. "Beyonce." You respond. He then proceeds to charge at you and kiss you.

If you say "old maiden type of ___" he WILL be cackling for about 2 hours.

If you're watching drag race, let's say on the TV in a living room. The moment he hears the intro, he's rushing right next to your face.

"Which season is this?" "Who's your favorite one?" "What episode is this again? OH this is where ____ happens"

This man has watched every single season, no doubt in my mind. he has an archive in his head of each episode and season where he can instantly recall what happens, it's actually impressive.

His favorite season is S5, no doubt in my head. His favorites are Alaska and Katya, and if you listen very closely while he cooks, then you'll hear him hum: "Katerina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but your dad just calls me katya". iykyk

He would 100% introduce you to UNHhhh, he'd actually force you to watch it

"It's just a show where Trixie Mattel and Katya talk about all kinds of shit (because its their show and not ours). It's really short, only 13 minutes! You'll love it, doll. Come onnnn sit down!"

And then you DO proceed to watch it, and you to proceed to become addicted to it. Next thing you know, it's 3 AM and you watch all of the episodes.

You two definitely watched Contact, but only after you both passed the fuck out in a cuddle.

Overall, this man is the perfect man for you. He adores and reveres you, your personality and style like it's a religion. He gives you the confidence to be who you are unapologetically, cuz he wouldn't allow anyone to make you feel ashamed of who you are. Like I said, you have scary dog privileges. He will always be your biggest supporter, and you will never have him any other way

He's your own merc Ken <3

KANO

Ok so you're into big boy murderer with over 30 felonies, love that for you!

Lets take a look at his profile: he's a wanted criminal around the world, owns a weapon dealing company, kills people just cuz, and is the boss of the deadliest people alive. If you're not catching the drift, he adores every inch of you

I dont even think this is OOC, judging by... *looks him up and down* ...his mannerisms, I 100% believe he likes hyperfeminine guys, ESPECIALLY you

He is emanating "sugar daddy of twink" vibes, I mean just look at him!!!1!!1

He is filthy rich (filthy and rich) and honestly when you're with him, your hands are gonna be softer due to lack of effort, and you forget what the texture of money feels like

Transacting money? That's too serious of work, let HIM handle that, your job is to look pretty, have fun and drain his savings

Just kidding! It's impossible to drain his savings, cuz did i mention he's absolutely DIRT RICH?

This man quite literally worships the ground you step on, somehow more than the last two. He would dig out the entire earth by hand if you even IMPLIED that you wanted him to do it. He has the power, he has the arms, he has the money, and he has the time; anything you want, he will get it for you

Is honestly pissed off he can't give you a galaxy, because you deserve one in his eyes

OH you glanced for 0.00001 zeptoseconds at that blush palette in a mall window? Hold on for a second, the company will hand deliver you 10 samples of each product they've ever produced, just for you and all for free!!!!

Don't worry! It's not like Kano hired people to hold them at gunpoint to give those to you... heh

Same goes with clothes! You're on TV or insta and you come across a model walk ad and you stare a bit too long at an outfit? "Give me a moment, love. I just gotta attend this... uhm...business meetin' about... business things these cunts are talking about. You understand, right sweetie? Yes, I'll get you somethin' on my way back, I promise!"

A few hours later, he returns and reveals he won an auction for the exact outfit you were looking at, and he had a box of donuts in another hand. He promised he'd get you something!

Istg it's like a spidey sense this man has. You don't even have to look at something for him to know you like it, it's like he's reading your thoughts like a newspaper. Don't stress yourself out about asking him for something, he can sense it :) no need to worry your cute, anxious head, just sit there and he'll figure everything out

This man is too obsessed with you, to the point where no shame is present like at all. You want him to wear a cute girly outfit in pink? He already put it on before you said anything. You want to match outfits? Bought 10 pairs in all shades (notice how I didn't say colors since he obviously only picked the shades of your favorite color already). You want to put makeup on him? He's sat in your chair, patiently waiting. There is quite literally nothing this man won't do or allow you to do

If some unfortunate idiot even thought about you negatively, Kano wouldn't say anything. He'd laugh and make jokes about them to you. "Old, busted twat ova the' didn't like yer outfit. I could tell in his eyes he thought it was tacky. Don't worry about it sweetie, I won't interrupt our day"

the reason why he lets it slide is because Black Dragon members are around you at all times; it's a protective measure he implemented when you two got together.

The moment you and Kano turn the corner and are out of earshot, the members will come out of nowhere and deal with him. And soon, everybody tool the hint that you're off limits

If you're a huge fan of pop culture, then this man is the most receptive to it. It doesn't matter how strange it is to him that calling somebody a cunt was a good thing, but if it made your pretty face giggle, he'd gladly say it for you all the time.

I'm sure he does not understand a single thing you say, but it's alright, as long as you're laughing, comfortable, and happy, so is he. So say all the references to your hearts desire! Kano will just smile (him and that damn smirk), give you a kiss and be happy that you're having fun

OH but if you love music, then he is 100% blasting their songs for you every day. When you're not looking, Kano will go online and search for every merch the artist has released and buy them in bulk, surprising you the next day with literal boxes worth of merchandise.

If the artist is really popular, then you best believe he's flying you to every single country the artist tours in so you get to hear them perform again and again

It's what his lovie deserves

If you watch drag race, then he will instantly become invested in it just for you.

Will demand that you two watch together and will honestly be upset if you watch even a minute without him (just as a plus, this is the only thing you could possibly do to make him upset)

He'll invest himself in the runways, the challenges, the humor, the references, because if you're invested in something, he wants to be too!

If he catches wind of who your favorite drag queen is, he's contacting them and hiring them to perform just for you and to hang out with you for the night. 100%!!! Because, let me reiterate, he has the money and power to do so

You deserve to have fun, don't stress yourself about people who won't accept you, or if xyz will affect ABC, let HIM worry about those things.

You deserve the endless pampering and you deserve him

Overall, if you and Kano get together, he will be your sanctuary, which is kinda ironic based off of his criminal history. When you're with him, he will make SURE that you express yourself so fully and honestly that you're exhausted, and he will take care of you until the world explodes. Nothing will happen to you when you're with him, no judgement or unacceptance will come out of his lips or actions, every aspect and component of you, he worships.

(authors notes)

Whoooo damn this was long! I had a lot of fun and a lot of this was self-indulgent if u couldn't tell. Sorry if it sucks, this is my first time writing fanfics and I went through this purely based off of vibes. Have fun, stay safe and love yourselves, my ruffles.

Have a good day :>

[terminallydiseased]

hey listen! — call me mina, i'm 19 years old. male reader insert only! i interact and make nsfw writings, so be wary! minors, please do not interact! (you may block me if i interact first.. that's my bad!)

what's the menu? — amab reader, ftm reader, just male reader in general, dom reader, top reader, powerbottom reader, top service reader, anything that's related to studio investigrave characters, character x character, angst, fluff, smut.

out of order. — fem reader (sorry! im fine with any kind of people reading my stuff though), pedophilia, stepcest/incest, necrophilia, zoophilia.

divider → cafekitsune (thank you!) art → rachel herself

[umbral-archives]

Kinktober 2024: Day 4 | Choking/Breath Play + Illinois

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AMAB!Reader/Masc

Pairing: Illinois (Markiplier CU) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: Choking/Breath Play, Pet Names, Toys (Whip, but not used how you think ahaha), mentions of Oral (M receiving, reader giving), VERY MILD Orgasm Denial

Word Count: ... 806 (echo lissen)

Warm, calloused fingers graze over your neck, following the divot of your Adam's apple into the valley between your collar bones. You swallow beneath them as they trail back up, that hand wrapping around your throat with a practiced motion and you grunt. Your neglected cock twitches in protest, but you make no move to alleviate it.

You’re not allowed to touch–not until he says so.

Illinois looms above you as you lay sprawled out on the bed, head hanging off the side just enough to get the right angle. His eyes are transfixed on your mouth, his expression a mixture of concentration and lust. It’s not his cock he’s guiding down your throat, though.

No, the adventurer is feeding the handle of a very particular whip into your mouth as a stand-in for it, using the thing as a measure to determine how deep you can actually take him now. Given, he’s been training you for weeks to take him to the base, but that’s his cock…

This is something entirely different, and you can’t help but feel ashamed at the way it sinking deeply affects you. The familiar haze of lightheadedness starts up the further it goes, but you try not to squirm.

You want to do this. You want to be good, make him proud.

Illinois’ hand tightens when it reaches your upper limit, shuddering somewhat–like he can almost feel it under his hand. You already can’t breathe, but then it bumps the back of your throat, easing in just a little further.

You let out a pathetically aroused whine suddenly and he grunts, hips jerking slightly and losing himself a little to the idea. God. Fuck. The mission is all that’s keeping you together, arousal and stubbornness holding you there while your vision starts to blur.

Why is this getting to you so easily?

The burn grows dizzying, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and you finally gag, hands pushing at his thighs as a sign for him to back off. Illinois does so just enough for you to breathe deeply through your nose, coughing a little and swallowing around it you try to catch your breath.

“Oh honey,” he drawls lazily, hand flexing over your throat while he steps back to get a proper look at you, “how’re you gonna take my cock if you can’t handle my whip?”

You grumble indignantly around the intrusion, embarrassment and desire heating your cheeks further. This isn’t even his whip–it’s a silicone copy he’d had made for these exact scenarios. It’s usually wrapped around your throat or used to tie you up.

The adventurer rubs soothing circles over your chest, giving you that signature smile of his. “You have one more try in you? If we don’t get it, we’ll move on.”

You nod weakly, fingers digging into his thighs lightly. Despite the oddness of the method, you want to do this.

Illinois’ expression changes to that soft, hungry look again and he returns to his previous position, gently feeding the handle back down your throat. You breathe through your nose carefully until you can’t anymore, willing your body to relax for him.

Wanna be good.

In your mind’s eye, you imagine the girth in your throat as Illy’s cock instead, the weight he feels beneath his palm being his own doing. The image mixes with sensation and you feel it slot even deeper, eyes rolling back in your head as that lightheadedness returns twofold.

“Fuck, that’s it, darlin’, just like that–you’re doin’ so good for me.”

You moan weakly, his words going straight to your groin. It’s the idea of his face, twisted with desire and pride as you take him to the base that makes you relax just that little bit further. Despite the way your head swims and lungs burn, the thrill shuddering down your spine keeps you in place.

You trust him.

“Just a little more…”

The base of the handle finally brushes against your lips and he swears, squeezing again. That alone drives a spike of arousal deep into your gut and your hips buck harshly off the bed, precum dribbling down onto your stomach. You feel like you’re floating.

“Fuck, baby boy, you took it all.”

Illinois' voice almost cracks, he's that turned on. The praise adds to the rush that slams into you once he eases the handle out, kisses pressed to your shoulder as you breathe erratically.

Your high remains even as the spots in your vision start to fade, though if that’s from the adrenaline or the praise, you don’t know.

“Good boy, I knew you could do it for me,” he all but purrs, wrapping the whip around your throat and taking it’s previous position. “You take my cock like that and I’ll let you cum as much as you want, yeah?”

[hey-august]

This was supposed to be a second take for this prompt, but I completely forgot about the actual request while writing. It's there in spirit. Sorta.

Warnings: NSFW, NC17, MDNI, buggy x amab!reader, m receiving oral, takes place in a semi-public location but no one's actually nearby Word count: ~300

leaning back in the secluded alleyway, you look down to a puddle of colors. just enough light pours from the corner street illuminating the wash of blue, red, and green below. pirates are known to be greedy, but when the one at the end of the bar turned his hungry eyes your way, you didn’t think it would result in him sucking you off like you're his last meal.

honestly, you should have probably seen this coming. sure, he introduced himself as ‘buggy the clown’ and came in with that ridiculous circus ship. but when he offered to show you his sword swallowing trick, that fucker definitely didn’t have a sword on him. still, he could probably swallow a sword with how deep you are in his throat.

gloved hands hold onto your hips, as his head bobs on your swollen cock. sometimes he moves your body to meet his lips. shit. you didn’t think it would be such a turn on, but when that fucking nose presses into your pelvis before his painted lips reach the base of your dick, you can’t help but groan and hold the back of his head. not to keep him there, but to show appreciation for his skill.

you look down again. his fucking face paint is smeared. it’s probably all over your clothes as well - a tribute to desperation. the pirate's piercing green eyes meet yours for a moment and you feel yourself coming undone.

“m’g-gonna come” you grunt a moment too late. you’re already filling his mouth with jets of hot cum, releasing far more than you thought you had. your cock twitches, practically swimming in his mouth. once finished, you pull away, watching a few pearly drops escape his lips.

he swallows what he can of the large mouthful before spitting the rest on the ground and wiping his mouth.

“i wasn’t ready” he says in a strange tone - teasing, but with a sharp edge. almost as if he has something left to prove. “i have more tricks, if you’re interested”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ A/N: I'm not saying you should go check out the Oct 1 tweet from mkoffline_ but......

(prompt list)

[pastelclovds]

ihnmaims isekai AU

nsfw headcanons || ft. AM || soft top!dom!male!reader || part 1

AM

alright *cracks knuckles* let’s get the skyscraper sized elephant out of the room. this man is a freak as soon as he realizes he can feel everything.

he pay not be able to walk properly, but at least he has a sense of touch, hands, and a fully functional dick.

you can bet a hundred dollars and win every single time that this man spends his free time 50% of the time jerking off to the thought of you.

he’s like a sweaty teenager finding out masterbation for the first time. once he gets taste, it’s an addiction.

he shamelessly smells your used underwear and dirty clothing as well as use them to wrap around his cock and thrust into them. one, because he wants to be covered in your scent. two, because he’s imagining you’re there sucking him off.

he cums embarrassingly quick and leaves your used clothing back inside the dirty clothes bin.

he’s the first of the three to come to you for sex, thankfully you agree and pull him into the bedroom with the biggest bed to do the deed while RAM and CAM are both envious and feeling confident in wanting to ask you to relieve them.

as much as AM and his brothers want to get fucked so badly, you gotta remember that since they were previously robots with no way of feeling psychical contact, they’re technically virgins. so you’re gentle with them.

AM doesn’t appreciate it, though. even though it makes him feel so vulnerable and warm, he’s so damn impatient.

HUGE brat too. but no matter how much he hisses and complains, you don’t budge and treat him like he’s glass. The foreplay is 10 minutes max until you’re both finally naked.

you ask what his safe word was. when you saw he was as confused as a baby giraffe on its first day of life: you explained that a safe word was used to stop or slow down your sex scenario.

AM rolled his eyes and whispered the first thing that came to mind, “centipede”.

you make a deadpan expression as AM laughed under his breath.

he’s damn near in tears while you’re giving him his first blowjob and explodes in your mouth after 1 minute. he’s hard within seconds when you swallowed his semen.

you cover your hand in a generous amount of lube, he came again just from you gently fingering his ass hole loose enough to take your cock while he’s covering his mouth with his hands to hold in his pathetic moans.

it’s not until you put a condom on and stroke it with the remaining lube you had that AM started to get nervous, his breath hitching when he caught sight of your throbbing cock in your hand.

you catch onto his hesitation and ask him if he wants to stop.

“HELL NO!”

he protests. he wants this. he longed for this since the day he woke up and realized the hell he was trapped in. he wanted to feel you. he wanted to make love to you so badly. and now that it’s right in front of him? of course he wasn’t going to pass this up. it’s just…

you hold your hand out for him to grab. you stare at him with such tender affection, comfort, and… love.

“i know this is nerve wracking for you. i don’t entirely remember my past experiences, and it’s been a long time since i’ve been this close to someone. so i’m pretty nervous too. you’re not alone, let’s learn together. i’ll be as gentle as you want.”

AM for the first time in his existence is left absolutely speechless. he couldn’t help tears slipping past his eyes as he suddenly held onto you. resting his head on your neck as he tried to stable himself by sniffing your scent. you kiss away his tears and wait patiently for him to give the okay.

you position AM in classic missionary, you figured that was the easiest position for virgins.

you hold both of AM’s hands beside his messy hair and carefully raise your hips and held your dick in front of AM’s lubed hole.

“ready?”

“yes… just fuck me already! please!”

AM looked up at you with a pleading eye and you just snapped right there. you slowly thrust your cock inside AM’s tight hole as he let out a cry of both discomfort and relief. you silence his moans with kisses that turned into slobber filled, french disgracing, make outs.

you moan when you finally put your whole dick inside AM’s warm walls. you still for a few seconds, waiting for a sign from AM to continue.

AM’s a complete mess. he’s panting like a dog beside your ear, his hands holding yours in a death grip, and his legs are shaking like leaves around your waist.

it’s not until he let out a soft moan as he grinds on your dick, you pull your dick out until it was nothing but the tip inside AM. Then you slide to the hilt, your balls slapping onto his ass.

AM loses all control over his voice, you’re pretty sure his two counterparts and your neighbors are hearing your session. but you couldn’t care for the life of you. this felt so euphoric, and AM’s pleasured face and noises made you feel good. so what if you earned noise complaints.

skin slapping against skin and the delicious stench of sex filled the bedroom. you and AM’s mixed moans and cries echoed across the apartment as RAM awkwardly tried to read a book and not get hard. for once CAM was grateful he was partially deaf.

you praise AM for being so good for you and for feeling heavenly. you couldn’t help but press kisses on his neck and suck on the patch of skin on his shoulder. AM could feel his stomach tighten at your words and lips, the sign of his third and final orgasm.

“i-i’m close! please let me cum! i need it!”

you suck in a breath of the steamy air as you fasten your pace into quick but swallow thrusts enough to graze his prostate. AM was well responsive to that. letting out a whiny gasp before growling in approval and grinding his ass against your hips every time you bottomed out.

you rasped out for AM to come, and he did. almost dramaticly but this is his first time so don’t him.

his eyes roll back as his dick makes a mess between both of your chests. AM went completely limp in your arms as you continue to snap your hips into his until the hot knot in your belly snapped and you let out a groan as you filled the condom.

AM sighed out dreamily when he felt your warm release fill him through the plastic wrap around your cock.

you pulled out of AM’s used hole, tied up the condom and threw it away in the mini trash can in the bedroom, and just laid there for a few minutes to catch your breath as AM clung onto you.

AM whined when you pulled away from his clinginess to grab a towel you set on the floor before hand to wipe AM and yourself clean of cum.

thankfully the bedroom also had a mini fridge filled with mini bottles of water and snacks the boys enjoyed to eat. he chugged the water like he was bet to do it and ate the snacks in record breaking seconds. you have to teach him to not pig out.

you combed your fingers through AM’s hair like you knew he liked as he rested his head on your chest. he surprised you when he suddenly grabbed your free hand and gently traced his fingers over your palm.

“thank you… i enjoyed this a lot.”

you smile as you kissed his forehead.

“i’m glad i could make our first experience enjoyable. rest now. you did so well for me, my good boy.”

AM was too tired to not pretend you calling him that name wasn’t attractive. his eyes shut closed as he drifted off to sleep. he felt satisfied, content, and so so loved.

the next morning reader goes to work and leaves AM a note saying “blueberry pancakes :)”.

AM exits the bedroom towards the dining room where the nostalgic smell of pancakes filled his nose and made his mouth water.

RAM and CAM are conversing amongst themselves while munching on pancakes until AM rudely interrupts them by taking a pancake from CAM’s plate and eating it right in front of him.

CAM stares at him unimpressed as he scans him. memories of your time together obviously from the love marks you left on his neck and shoulder.

AM looks down at his “brothers” with a shit eating grin as he proudly says:

“HA! I fucked them before you did, virgins! HAHA—!”

“The noises you made last night didn’t sound like you were the one doing the fucking,” RAM snidely comments, CAM chuckles as he snatches another pancake from the stack you piled in the middle of the table.

AM bursts in red as he growls at an unfazed RAM and CAM before the two continue their conversation. He huffs before getting his own plate and preparing his own breakfast.

as he gets more comfortable around you and sex, he is obsessed with it. it’s all he thinks about now (besides his hyper fixation with bugs and horror movies). he’d want it once everyday, and jerks off twice a day.

unfortunately for him, his brothers want sex as well. so you made a schedule to have sex with the three of them separately twice a week and Saturday is a chill day. he begrudgingly agrees to the ridiculous schedule. he would rather die than to never make love to you again.

Enjoys: 69, doggy style, missionary, hair pulling, spanking, light choking, SCENTS, and oral (giving & receiving). Hates: bondage, eye covers, temperature play, and ruined orgasms.

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[2kiran]

totally forgot to send you the thirst I planned to send but I want to breed Francis Mosses. he’s so pathetic, I know he’d take it like a good boy

FRANCIS MOSSES 香菸 ── `` top reader. breeding kink.

exhaustion ghosted over your skin, haunting you with the possibility of collapsing and finally taking a faithful rest. that doesn’t happen, however, your hips continuing to roll into francis’ hole as his hands grip the sheets to keep him from losing it.

he’s whining into the smooth texture, drool tainting the fabric when he tries to speak. not to ask you to stop, but for more. francis was needy, he’ll admit that. he needs sleep himself, dark bags forming underneath his teary eyes. but all he really can focus on is how he feels so full, the feeling strange but so fucking good. you pull back to stare at how a milky trail of cum connects you to his gaping entrance, threatening to spill. “oh please, i beg you, sweetheart..”

you placed a hand onto the small of his back, forcing him to remain idle when you were completely aware he wanted to grind back against you. francis gasps, arching when the head of your cock meets his prostate with a slam. how many times have you finished inside of him? you’re not sure; maybe twice already.

“want you to continue- mmgh!” his words are cut off, quickening your pace because now your mind is set. francis can only whorishly moan, allowing you to satiate your hungry desire to take and take.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

[dddomenstarstwst1]

can i request a fic with rook and a sadistic amab reader fulfilling his masochistic fantasies? literally just them going ROUGH

Hi, of course! Hope you like, I'm not sadistic dom myself, more of a soft one, but I tries my best!

Hunt a Prey (ft.rook)

Warnings: sub!rook, dom!amab!reader, slight s/m dynamics, spanking, degradation, blowjob, deep throat, face fucking, riding, kinda clothed sex, biting, mentions of blood play(?) nothing too serious

a/n: character is depicted as 18+ y/o

A sharp sound resonated across the dark room. Your palm hurt from how much it made contact with Rook's skin. His ass was a mess, littered with red shapes of what once resembled your hand.

"Have you learned your lesson now? Or should I spank your filthy ass another twenty times?" You were met with nothing more than a broken whine that turned into chokes as you brought your hand to Rook's butt. Massaging sensitive cheeks, you tilted his head to look at you.

His eyes were hazy, glossed with lust, a dumb smile played on his lips. He was enjoying himself too much, it seems, "Goodness, what a dumb bitch you are! Can't even answer a simple 'yes or no' question. I'm disappointed."

Rook drops his gaze, before he slowly places a hand over your clothed crotch. His silent question is met with your nod of approval. Freeing your dick of its restraints, Rook lets his tongue slide from your base to the tip. His eyes close at the taste of precum, as his lips wrap around the head, bobbing a bit.

"Is that all you can give me? Really pathetic, y'know?" You say, before grabbing a handful of Rook's messy blond locks. His eyes widen and practically roll to the back of his skull, as you use his mouth as a fleshlight. He gags, hands flying up to grab your thighs, but you continue abusing his throat like there's no tomorrow.

"Don't make that face, I know you love it rough. You're a stupid whore after all," Rook feels tears build in his eyes, wetting his cheeks. His jaws went slack, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth. "Shit, slut! Your throat is so tight."

You can almost feel your climax already, – the feeling of cumming in Rook's mouth, making him gag and choke on your load, then watching him struggle as he swallows it all, and finishing it by kissing him, tasting yourself on your own tongue. You have to stop yourself from cumming just from your fantasies.

You tug Rook off of your cock, earning a choked whine. He pants, dumb expression on his face. You pull him on your lap, not giving him anytime to prepare as your dick enters him halfway in one go. Rook swears in French, at least you think it's French with how slurred the words come out.

"Ride me," He nods, lifting his weight off your length, before slamming it down to the base. Sounds of skin-to-skin fill your room, as Rook struggles to keep his pace even. What's worse is how you left him to do all the work himself.

Oh, how cruel you were.

"Why so slow? Can't go any faster, hm? Too dumb and useless to do even that?" You scoff and slam your hips against his, your hands already around his waist, as you pick up the pace. Thanks to position you had him in, it was easier to hit deeper.

Nails drag across your spine, teeth dig in your shoulder, breaking skin and drawing blood. You hiss at sudden pain, pulling his hair to make him look at you. His lips are covered in a thin layer of your blood.

"Fucker," You kiss him, licking blood from his bottom lip, before darting your tongue in his open mouth. Metallic taste spreads on your taste buds, drawing a groan from you. Your hips snap at his, hand still in his hair, you grip Rook's hip till it's bruised. One more addition to his already bruise littered body, something he'll cherish until they disappear and he asks for more.

And you'll be glad to paint his skin purple, for as long as he begs for it.

[mackjlee9]

Will Poulter x Actor!Amab!Reader [Lime] |Headcanons & Drabble|

Warning; request was originally 'fluff & smut' but! it was hard to do that, so I made it a lime. Kind of half-assed, I apologize. Long headcanons.

Masterlist.

Requested by Kaniko on Quotev.

•You and Will have known each other for a while now.

•You met on set when you were in your mid-teen years, and you got along pretty well from the beginning, becoming what one would call best friends.

•You always find yourself remembering having lots of fun while acting alongside Will, who would usually be one to bring up the stories of your inside jokes or small pranks you did to other actors, but nothing harmful.

•You and Will had gotten casted to act together quite a few times, whether it'll be in movies or series, and you always had a blast spending your time with him.

•Being part of the Maze Runner cast was definitely one of the best moments of your lives. Meeting amazing people and making friends of a lifetime.

•Everything had always been quite simple between you and Will.

•If you don't count a few things, or accidents that happened during that made you change the way you look at him.

•Even though you had weird feelings regarding Will, you never let that intervene with your friendship, concluding that time itself would make you get rid of these weird feelings.

•But perhaps, acting together in a rom-com wasn't going to be of much help to you.

•You hated having to remind yourself that Will was nothing more than a friend. And would never be, Will was straight while you were some gray, faded line between straight and gay.

•Although, it wasn't of much help whenever Will would joke around the set, calling you his boyfriend (not that you minded), like he had done during the filming of Maze Runner.

•Not a single person questioned Will, because they could always see the way you looked at him, almost having cartoonish heart-shaped eyes whenever you would stare at him a second longer than needed.

•And an accident on set caused "something" to happen between them and the tension just continued to build up.

•Let's just say that, doing a kabedon to your best friend while half-naked would create some tension, even if it was completely accidental.

•You had a plan to try and ease that tension between you two, so you invited him to your hotel room to do exactly that.

•Thankfully, you had some alcohol around, some bourbon that you shared with Will as well.

•Everything seemed to be going fine, you had been talking for a while while a movie was going off in the background to fill any silence.

•The ambiance eased as the tension was gone by now, and that calmed your worried mind.

•Until you realized how close to each other you actually were. Maybe a tad bit too close.

•You tried to back away from Will, but his green eyes were hazy as he placed his hand on your thigh.

•At that, your mind immediately goes to 'fuck no...' mode.

•Will noticed your internal conflict and he took his time to lift his free hand to your face, locking eyes with you before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

•Of course, you were caught off guard by this, especially because he kissed you first, but even so, you still tried to push him away.

•But, fuck... He was such a good kisser. And his hand... It kept going up, "Wait, Will-"

•"Please, (M/n), I... I want this, and I know you do too..."

•The way his deep voice sounded, hearing him pleading for you...

•Fuck it.

•With kiss after kiss, you found yourselves undressing each other, Will was left in his underwear, while you were left with your button-up shirt discarded somewhere.

Still sitting on the couch, Will had found his way on your lap, hands placed on your shoulders to hold himself up, your hands on his hips while you continued kissing.

"Touch me, (M/n), please~," his whiny voice against your lips made a shiver run down your spine, your hand reaching to touch his erection, slowly stroking it over the fabric of his boxers, capturing Will's lips on yours and swallowing his moans.

His hips twitched as he tried to grind against you, or into your hand, he just wanted- needed more of you.

You began trailing kisses down his neck, but avoiding leaving visible marks on his tanned skin, hearing him moaning freely now, calling your name in your ear and making you go feral, holding onto his hips tighter. It was too much for you to handle, and securing your hold on his body, you laid him on his back on the couch, and began grinding your his down on his, lifting his legs and grabbing on for leverage as you began to place kisses down his chest and abdomen.

Will whined at the feeling of your erection rubbing against his and your lips kissing his heated skin, his hands reaching to interlock with your hair, gently pulling on it to keep you close to his chest, enjoying the jolt of pleasure your teeth brought to his body.

Slowly, you made your way down, releasing his legs and hooking your fingers around his underwear, leaving subtle teeth marks along his hip bone and down his v-line.

"(M/n)..." Will's voice was meek and breathy, his thighs trembling in anticipation as he watched with clouded eyes how you lowered his boxers, sliding them down his toned legs, "What-?"

A whimper escaped past Will's mouth when your lips placed a kiss on his shaft, making your way up to his red and leaking tip, licking your lips and humming at the taste of his pre-cum.

"Stay still, Will," you said with a teasing voice, holding the base of his cock and taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pressing it against his slit, feeling how his thighs threatened to close around your head, loud and lewd moans and cries of your name filled the suite you were staying in, but it wasn't like you cared.

Whether anyone could hear him or not, you were the only one who could get him to sound so painfully erotic, looking like a dream under you.

[pray4saint]

little heads up for gender indicators on smut i write (this is not applicable to other writers, this is just how i indicate reader's sex & gender on my smut posts)

fem!reader : i refer to the reader with she/her or she/they pronouns, i use feminine terms and petnames, reader has female anatomy and is referred to as a woman, girlfriend, or girl

afab!reader : i try to reduce pronoun use as much as possible, reader has female anatomy but i will commonly use they/them for reader, avoiding any gender indicating terms

masc!reader : i refer to the reader with he/him or he/they pronouns, i use masculine terms and petnames, reader has male anatomy and is referred to as a man, boyfriend, or boy

amab!reader : i try to reduce pronoun use as much as possible, reader has male anatomy but i will commonly use they/them for reader, avoiding any gender indicating terms

gn!reader : i avoid using any sex indicators and default pronouns are they/them, this normally only works with headcanons

tm/ftm!reader : i use masculine terms for reader, including man, boyfriend, and boy, but reader has female anatomy (sometimes tm!reader may have top surgery scars), and i write based on my experiences with my ftm exes

tf/mtf!reader : i use feminine terms for reader, including woman, girlfriend, and girl, but reader has male anatomy (sometimes tf!reader may have [barely noticeable] facial feminisation surgery scars), and i write based on what my mtf friends have told me makes them feel most comfortable

[cielur5ww]

୨💢୧ ─────・ Idiot

▭ Synopsis﹕Scaramouche, who prides himself on being emotionally closed off, struggles with unwanted feelings for a kind and radiant classmate.

★ ❪CW❫── Scaramouche x amab!reader (male), Scara acting like an idiot, Modern AU, somewhat tsundere, somewhat soft and silly, POV Scaramouche

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕Obviously I will write a second part, of angst.

Scaramouche had always prided himself on being impenetrable.

He had built walls around himself, walls so thick that no one had managed to break through. It was the best, the most logical choice. Because the world was cruel, and anyone who dared to show vulnerability was destined to be destroyed. He knew this firsthand. So why? Why him?

Despite his reluctance to have a relationship again, there was something about that boy that made him sigh, even from a distance. So damn cute, so kind, and so different from me... It was absurd, annoying. And worst of all: uncontrollable.

Opening up his feelings was the last thing he wanted to do. Lifting the curtains of his heart, letting someone in, especially that boy, was not in his plans. And the worst part was that the boy didn't even seem to notice. He was an idiot in that sense, so oblivious to the torment that Scaramouche was going through.

Of course, when he realized his feelings, the only thing he wanted to do was bury them. Sink them into the bottom of an endless sea or bury them under tons of dirt. But his heart... that traitor pounded harder every time the boy smiled at him. Damn butterflies. Scaramouche thought, disgusted by that uncomfortable tickling sensation that only he seemed to notice.

He hated his heart.

"This is stupid.." Scaramouche told himself every time he saw him from afar. But he couldn't help it. Every time the boy smiled, a small spark ignited within him, a spark that refused to die out. How could someone be so naive? So... kind? He was everything Scaramouche was not, everything he despised in the world.

"Damn butterflies.." he thought with disdain. He hated that feeling, that tickling sensation that ran through his stomach, as if something was beyond his control. "It's disgusting."

He had tried. He had tried to erase, erase everything he felt, even talking badly about that boy to push away his feelings. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. It was as if, the more he resisted, the more power those feelings gained over him.

Why him? Why that boy in particular? Scaramouche didn’t understand. Of all the people, of all the boys, why did it have to be someone so diametrically opposed to him? "I'd rather spend time with my mother than admit this." He mocked himself, but he knew he couldn’t keep denying it much longer.

And then came that damned day.

After school, that boy had asked to meet him. Everything had been so predictable, so cliché, that Scaramouche almost laughed at how pathetic it was. "Like in some crappy romantic drama..." he thought, walking to the meeting spot.

But when he arrived, what he saw left him speechless. There he was, smiling with that same radiant smile as always, his eyes shining with that light that both annoyed and fascinated Scaramouche. Before he could say anything, the boy spoke the words that Scaramouche had dreaded hearing.

"I like you. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Scaramouche felt his throat tighten, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to say. The words were there, on the tip of his tongue: "I don’t like you." But he couldn’t say them. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered more furiously, and he hated every second of it.

"And you ask the obvious, idiot." He muttered, looking away, unable to bear the gaze that so easily disarmed him.

He knew he should reject him, knew it would be easier, safer. Why risk something that would inevitably hurt him? Why let someone into his life when he knew it would all end badly?

But despite everything, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t reject him. Because, despite his hatred for those feelings, a small part of him, a part he had tried to suppress for so long, wanted to give it a chance.

Will this really be okay? Scaramouche thought, still unable to find an answer.