#cw deformity

[skydalorian]

Pretty Scenery for Halloween - Phenomena (1985) ~ Dario Argento

PART XVI

[horygory]

Men (2022)

[instantpansies]

she's the disco miniature golfing queen of my heart 💖🥰💞💗✨

RARGH PHINEAS AND FERB FANART!! BABEY!!

it's MY comfort show and i get to put underrated main characters in silly disco* outfits if i want

*interpret this very liberally

[fecto-forgo]

elfilin and forgo try the grimace shake

seems like its had a weird effect on both compared to the usual! well, win some, lose some i suppose

bonus:

[bonefall]

Wooo! Askbox open! I feel like I should send a celebratory ask but uh... I don't really have much to ask? I guess, since I've run into this problem doing my own thing can I ask for ideas on a new mom for the BlossomThorn kits? The reasons why she's unavailable are not particularly relevant, I just need at least a new mom for them, new dad optional.

Honestly? Briarlight.

This is definitely related to my own personal bone to pick with depictions of disability (particularly autism and neurological disability but I think it applies here too) but I think it's really underrepresented to show disabled characters being parents. ESPECIALLY good parents.

Loving and being loved, having a community that shows she can trust her friends and family to help her out, being able to explore what she has trouble with as a parent. Some people don't even know that it's possible for paraplegic people to conceive, have a healthy pregnancy, and give birth (though adoption would be fine as well!)

Plus! Briarlight feels like the sort of character who would love having kittens! It's not altering her at all to swap the kits over.

So that's my recommendation. I'm not sure who the partner would be though! I would invoke Queen's Rights but that's me and my little tricks. Could also have her adopt foundling kits.

But! If she's not what you're looking for, saving Hazeltail and letting her have kittens is great to have some fresh families around (and not destroy Daisy's whole nest). If you're very close to canon, Ferncloud is also kinda low, you could pick one of her descendants. I'm particularly fond of Toadstep as a den dad.

[kriimhild]

Hi Kriim, I hope you are feeling well.

I wanted to thank you for bringing us chapter 3 of Dusk Lounge and the effort and time you put into it ❤️✨.

But notice I had a general question about the Biomatics. Since we know that they are organic these beings and has artificial material that replicated human cells: the animal.

I was wondering. if they have the ability to reproduce with each other? They can have children or not? 👀

Or would it be impossible for them to have that ability to reproduce?

I would be very grateful if you could solve this doubt 😅✨️.

Heyo! I'm pretty well, thank you! I'm so glad you liked! Hope I can bring the 4th soon ;)

I've to make it clear that this part of the storyline is still unclear and quite disturbing! Do not read if you are not sure about any of the cw's! Here is the current draft: cw: death, body deformation, cancer, killing

The animaterial can actually create in its own host body. But only the host.

Technically, it's not impossible for a biomatronic to become pregnant, but the chances of this are extremely small, as a new life would start developing in a potential womb, which the host organism would try to impose itself on, knocking out the partner's genes/introduced organic matter.

The result would be a deformed and unviable cancerous fetus, which would inadvertently affect the body of the 'mother', thus rendering them cancerous. If somehow this were to be successful and a live, crying baby were born, it would pose a threat to them. Babies keep themselves alive by emitting a scent that stimulates the adult brain to some extent to start caring for it, at least something like that in humans case, but bite me if I'm wrong, I'm not 100% sure However, biomatronics have a much more sensitive nervous system, and some of them are far more advanced than humans. If a biomatronic baby cries out, the predatory instincts of the adults around it will immediately kick in at the smell of prey so 'defenceless', even those who would never dare to kill. This was Fazbear's way of trying to code these creatures against overpopulation. After all, that's what they're fighting against.

[gothamsfinestdummy]

Today I dragged Fry into into my evil science lab

[padded-daydreams]

it's funny how you said that pugs are abominations because they kinda are. But what about chihuahuas?-🌟

Chihuahuas have less health problems and also probably shouldn’t exist, but pugs are much, much worse.

Pugs have been bred so that they are born unable to breathe properly. Their tails are deformed. Their eyes are prone to just falling out. They are ugly creatures who live their shortened lives in pain. Movies like Men In Black which featured a pug made them popular and more pugs have been bred (I don’t blame the movie, but any movie featuring an animal will have this effect, like Finding Nemo made kids want pet fish). When pugs are fitted with breathing tubes for surgery (which is common because they ar prone to organ failure), they don’t want them off. Unlike other dogs, who hate breathing tubes and find them painful, pugs are the opposite of desperate to rip them off. Its because they have a squashed face, and are unable to even get enough oxygen. There are programs to try and breed pugs back into a reasonable existence where they are more like actual dogs, instead of the inbred creatures they are. All of this is because the features of pugs were arbitrarily decided cute.

Pugs are not the only dogs which have been ruined through the selective breeding of humans, but they are one of the worst examples.

There are similar issues in other pets. Reptiles can be selectively bred to contain different colorations referred to as “morphs.” The hobby is huge, with countless breeders dedicating decades to achieving unique animals. Ever seen a photo of a solid black gecko? Or a snake with smiley faces? Those aren’t always photoshop. Sometimes, photos are uploaded with filters, but the most part, it is real. On websites like Morph Market, breeders can list reptiles for sale. If you sort by rare or expensive morphs, you can see these animals.

I’m most familiar with ball pythons. I have one as a pet and have done the most research on them over other pets. Ball pythons have hundreds, maybe even thousands of different morphs which have been selectively bred. Most of them are fine, great even. Countless beautiful snakes are out there with vibrant colors and patters. Unfortunately, certain morphs are linked to certain traits. For a harmless example, ‘banana’ morph (also known as ‘coral glow’) ball pythons tend to be male. Unfortunately, certain colorations which have been selectively bred over time are linked to various health defects and neurological issues.

The most common and well-known example is the ‘spider’ morph. The ‘spider’ morph is associated with a pretty spiderweb pattern, and one of the worst neurological issues. This problem (commonly referred to as a ‘wobble’) is linked to the gene that causes the pattern. Among other things, this results in a snake that cannot tell up from down. This results in the snake struggling to eat, and in some cases biting itself. Spiders are some of the most popular snakes with such defects due to their color. They sell, so they continue to be bred. Morphs containing ‘spider’ (as in, the when two snakes are cross bred to result in new morphs) are often names various ‘bug’ names (usually ‘bee’ is somewhere in there). Breeders will point to certain crosses or even individual snakes whose ‘head wobble’ is less severe, or even crosses the which seem almost fine as a reason why this morph should continue to be bred and sold. It should not and has even been banned from some reptile conventions. Some pretty patterns are not worth continuing to breed an animal which should not exist and is prone to moving backwards, upside down, and quite literally trying to eat itself. The snakes already exist, and I don’t see an issue in having a rescue as a pet, but breeders need to just stop bringing more into the world.

Spider ball pythons, pugs, even glow-in-the-dark goldfish. So many animals which should have never existed continue to exist due to selective breeding, capitalism and the barely-regulated supply and demand of pets. I’m not against selective breeding, but at some point there has to be a line.

This is not even getting into people who defend breeding spider ball pythons by comparing them to autistic people simply being allowed exist in this world and also to have children.

[taxi-davis]

[specshroom]

•The Queen of Curses•

Part 1 / Part 2

(CW: It's smut bro. Sukuna has two dicks, pp in vagina, pp in ass, They fuck in the curse blood bath, cunnilingus, fingering, cervix fucking? Idk. )

The Queen of Curses tries her best to be as nonchalant as possible as she's being escorted to the curse blood bath meant to reguvinate her body to it's full strength. Anybody would struggle to stay nonchalant if they could feel the gaze of the King of Curses trained on their body. She's surprised he can't smell the need flowing off her from where he walks, a few feet behind her. Uraume definitely can with the way the woman's perked nipple presses into the sorcerer's arm and the way her flushed skin radiates heat. 

As they reach their destination a few steps above the giant pool, the woman turns to her husband and bows dramatically.

"Please you first, My king" she says with a grin.

Sukuna scoffs at his wife's antics, crossing two arms over his chest as the other two go to undo the string keeping his baggy white pants up. The article drops to the floor and his wife isn't bashful about taking in all her husband has to offer as he walks past her into the huge pool of dark liquid. 

She looks to her subordinate who is already kneeling on the ground folding up Sukuna's forgotten pants. Taking the opportunity she steps towards them and says. 

"Uraume, would you mind helping me undress?"

Uraume stands up without a word. When they stand to full height their head only comes up to their masters cleavage, something that was always very amusing to the woman. 

Uraume's delicate fingers go to the knot tying their masters kimono around her body. They gently loosen the knot until it unwraps and the loosened clothing exposes her whole front to them. Uraume isn't surprised at all by the fact that their master isn't wearing anything under her kimono. 

"AY, hurry it up!"

Sukuna yells from where he sits in the waist high blood. The woman clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. 

"So impatient."

she scoffs to Uraume before shrugging the kimono off her shoulders till it falls to the ground. She walks down the steps towards the pool as Uraume kneels again to fold the long silky piece of fabric. They know that neither of their masters will need their garments any time soon. 

Sukuna stands up as his wife steps into the pool, dark droplets falling from his sculpted frame. Where Uraume only makes it up to their masters breasts, she barely makes it to Sukuna's shoulders.

She looks up at him through her lashes as she gets closer, so close her tits graze against his crossed arms. 

She slowly reaches out to caress the skin of her lover, following the inked lines up his waist. She keeps following the dark lines until she gets to the pair of crossed arms, encourage them to uncross and bringing them to her waist. Sukuna starts rubbing his fingers into her lower back just the way she likes. She traces the black patterns higher up his chest, along his neck until she cups both sides of his face. 

She delicately runs her fingers against the deformed side of his face, caressing the massive beast as if he's made of porcelain. He grasps the wrist of the hand that so gently touches him, holding it still as he leans into her palm. The two hands on her waist pull her body closer, he closes his eyes and breaths her in. 

"why so soft all of a sudden?" 

he mumbles against her tattooed wrist, it didn't sound as teasing as he wanted it to. 

She smiles at him. 

"Because I'm your wife."

 She says lowly, half lidded eyes staring into his soul... If he has one. The curse king stares back with just as much reverence, they move closer until their noses are touching, breaths mixing. 

She suddenly pushes him away hard enough to make him lose balance and fall ass first into the thigh deep blood they're standing in. When his head resurfaces he sees his wife doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach.

The man growls in anger. Why must the woman he loves be so irritating? 

"Hahahaha! Uraume did you see tha- ah!"

Sukuna grabs his wife while she's gloating, pulling her closer to him by her thighs. One hand on the upper thigh, one on her ass, one on the other knee, pulling it over his shoulder and the last one around her ankle holding her in place. Finally his face is exactly where he's wanted it to be for a thousand years now, just a few inches away from her warm cunt.

He looks up at her with four angry eyes.

"You play around too much, woman."

She looks down at him from between her breasts which move up and down with her short breaths. Having him so close to where she needs him the most is making something in her stomach heat up.

"You think I can't tell how much you want me right now? You think I don't know you crave me just as much as I crave you?" 

She grabs at his hair and shuffles in his hold. She can feel his breaths on her cunt, her need is overwhelming. She tries pushing his head to finally make contact with her needy pussy but he doesn't budge, grinning up at her while he nuzzles the side of his face into the flesh of her thigh. 

"Mhm. I can be a tease too, baby."

She lets out an irritated huff. 

"Ryo, if you don't eat me out right now I swear-"

She pauses, not knowing what to say while her husband looks at her with a shit eating grin, cocking his eyebrows up for her to continue. 

"I won't suck either of your dicks."

She says with finality as if she didn't just come up with that on the spot. She crosses her arms over her tits, all proud of herself.

Sukuna chuckles, she can feel the breathy laugh on her cunt. She involuntarily clenches around nothing and her posture hunches a little.

"Well damn baby, that's all you had to say."

 He says before finally. Finally. diving his head in between her plush thighs. Licking one big stripe up her cunt to her clit before settling on a rhythm of eager lapping and sucking. The pleasure is instant as she hunches over and curls her fingers in his short fluffy hair.

The groan she lets out is so gutteral it makes him moan into her pussy. Safe to say, even after so many years he hasn't lost his touch. He keeps going at it as she grinds back into his mouth. The hard malformed part of his face scrapes against her thigh but she's always liked it. It reminded her exactly who was making her feel so good. 

"Ahh, Ryo" She groans into the night air as her husband holds up her whole body without any struggle, getting perfect full access so he can get his tongue as deep inside her as possible. She places a foot on his shoulder granting him even easier access, hands still tugging his hair.

He squeezes her ass and gropes at her thigh pulling her impossibly closer like he can never get enough of her. By the higher pitched noises she's making and the way her thighs tense up around his head, he can tell she's already on the edge of orgasm, about to reach her peak. 

He suddenly unlatches her legs from his shoulders and reaches up, grabbing her by the neck to pull her down into a harsh kiss. Her entire body gets pulled down so that she's straddling him now, blood coming up to just under her breasts. She struggles in the kiss, kicking at him and reeling from her ruined orgasm while Sukuna grins into the kiss.

She bites at his lips and he just kisses back with equal intensity. When her animalistic growls give way to a pitiful whine, he releases her from the kiss. Her nails dig into the wrist of the hand still around her throat. Drawing blood that drips down and mixes with the blood of hunreds of other curses. 

"You fucking bastard." 

She snarls at her supposed lover. He chuckles menacingly at her, very much enjoying the rageful passion she spits at him. That part of her is what made him fall in love with her in the first place after all. 

"Aww, poor baby."

Sukuna coos in the most patronising manner possible. The look of absolute rage on his wife's face makes him surprised the blood around them isn't at boiling point. She thrashes around in his grip, grunting, pushing, splashing, fighting against her horrible husband's hold. Sukuna just holds onto her tighter, never holding up, like she's his life force and if he lets go he'll die. 

She yells out in frustration and anger which is when Sukuna thinks it's the perfect time for the fat toungue of the mouth on his stomach to lick a hard long strip up her whole pussy. She instantly stills as her breath hitches. 

Sukuna brings his hand to her jaw making her look him in the eyes again as he thrusts the large tongue into her. The stretch makes her hiss and tense up. The initial sting quickly grows into euphoria, the feeling of the huge tongue moving against her walls is a pleasure that is indescribable. 

As her moans get louder and her eyes roll back, she almost loses herself again in the feeling but quickly shakes her head and looks at her husband with an intense glare. 

"You better make me cum this time, Ryo" 

She says in a raspy voice, the man in question grins as if he's innocent and replies back. 

"Of course, anything for My Queen."

She groans, not appreciating his teasing at all. 

"I'm serious, I'll kill you. I'll kill you if you do that again-"

Her ernest death threats are rudely interrupted by Sukuna shoving two of his fingers in her mouth. The other hand holds her jaw up for better access. Her dark eyes still trained on his, fingers wrapped around his wrist. 

"I said I will." 

He says, the teasing tone replaced with something deep and honest like a promise to her. 

The Queen takes a moment to admire her devoted partner before she allows herself to lose her mind on his tongue. 

Sukuna slowly thrusts his two fingers into his wife's mouth, loving the way her tongue flattens out to lick his fingers as he thrusts. He brings his other hand that's not holding her down on his tongue to press gently into her unoccupied hole.

She groans at the new sensation of having her ass played with as Sukuna slowly moves to thrust a finger inside. He lowers the hand on her jaw to fondle and squeeze at her tits. 

The woman is in absolute euphoria, her eyes flutter shut as her tongue lols out, spit messing down Sukuna's wrist and her chin. So many different places being stimulated. So many areas of pleasure. It's so overwhelming, it's no wonder she's already almost there again. 

She opens her eyes to stare at her husband, they always liked looking into eachothers eyes when they cum. She only gets louder and needier as Sukuna uses multiple hands to dutifully work her up to her climax. Sukuna brings two hands to her hips and thrusts her down hard on his tongue right as he thrusts it up so deep into her. She uncontrollably clenches hard as she comes undone on his massive tongue, loving every second he gives her. 

Sukuna takes his fingers out of her mouth to kiss her sloppily as she rides out the high. It takes a while for her to come down but once she does she's wrapping her arms around her husbands neck, pushing her body as close to him as it can be while kissing his neck.

"I missed you."

she whispers in between the soft kisses. Sukuna feels his heart and dicks pulse.

"I noticed." 

He grins cockily, the expected response from a bastard like him. 

"Yeah? Well I missed them too."

She murmured against his lips, shuffling her leg so that it grazes the two hard shafts below her. The King grins at her and waists no time hauling her up, pressing her close to his chest. He walks towards the edge of the giant pool and rests her down on the edge.

She leans back on her hands, legs spread wide for him to stand in between them. She admires her husband's imposing frame as he admires how she openly flaunts her body to him. 

Sukuna then holds both her legs right under the knee and brings them to either side of her chest so that his pretty wife is bent in half for him. Said wife lightly moans at the position he's chosen, shes basically presenting her pussy to him. She lets out another louder moan when she feels his two heavy cocks graze against her wet puffy pussy. Sukuna brings his face close to hers so he can see her face clearly as he rubs his cocks up and down her cunt. 

"You ready?" 

He asks, knowing full well that she most definitely is with how slick her hole is. She nods looking into his eyes. 

"Put it in then"

He says lowly, it was meant to be an order but there's just a hint of a plead in there. She reaches down between them to line up his two cocks to their respective holes. She holds them there so that Sukuna can slowly tease them into each entrance. Once the mushroom heads pop in, they both weakly moan. She moves her hand to grab his waist to ease him forward, gradually burying his cocks deeper into her. Once he's halfway in she presses on his waist to make him still, letting herself adjust. 

"Cmon, ease up baby." He mumbles, caressing her hips, waist and thighs soothing her body so that she's not so tense. He gives her neck kisses and eventually she eases up enough, pulling him forward again by the waist. Both of his fat cocks bottom out and the two lovers are in absolute euphoria. Chest to chest, arms clutching around eachother. They sit there for a minute, foreheads touching so they can stare into eachothers eyes. Neither of them meant for this to be so sincere but they truly just missed eachother so damn much and it's overwhelming. 

Sukuna adjusts, getting in a better position where his knees are bent and his whole body is hunched over his wife's in a mating press like position. This gives him much better leverage to slowly pull out, indulging in his wife's cute whines before he slides a pair of hands around her lower back and slams right back into her. 

The hands under her back lift her hips up slightly and it's such a perfect angle, allowing him to go as deep as possible. Feeling every inch of him in both her holes is making her go crazy. They both are so loud when they fuck, the sounds of their moans and the fast plap plap plap of their skin echos through the otherwise silent atmosphere.

"Ah! Squeezing me so tight, you're already gonna cum? Fuck!"

Sukuna tries to sound cocky but miserably fails. She can't even respond, she's been lost in the pleasure since he started thrusting. His grip on her thighs and waist tighten as she tightens around both of his cocks, so close to release. He has no idea how he hasn't cum yet but he's getting so desperate humping into her almost like a dog. The clenching and shaking is too much for him, he's gonna- 

"Fill me up, Ryo."

She whispers to him, tired eyes still looking up at him. With that, he cums hard and fast, shooting strong ropes of cum into her pussy and ass. Her eyes squeeze shut as the feeling of being filled up so well in both holes roughly pushes her over the edge. It's a feeling she'll never get used to.

 It takes a while for her to come down from the high, her fingers ease the grip she had on his newly bruised skin. Sukuna is lazily sucking on her neck, licking at the sweaty skin. Hes laying all his weight ontop of her, good thing she isn't a mortal woman or she'd be crushed under his monster weight. She feels him soften inside her and grins, a devious plan cooking up in her evil brain. 

"Hmm, Ryo?"

"Hmmm"

His head doesn't leave the crook of her neck as she rubs his back. 

"Do you think I can still fit both of them in my pussy?"

He halts. She's built up enough energy to roll the tired man onto his back and sit up in a single quick motion, dicks still inside her. Feet planted on the floor on either side of his waist she places both hands on his chest for balance and lifts herself off his cocks, making them both groan at the loss. He only watches, enamored by the sheer amount of cum that drips from her holes onto his abs. 

She adjusts to balance on the front part of her feet, spreading her legs wide as she manoeuvres her pussy over his two spent cocks. She takes both of them in hand, looking at his face to watch his reactions to her touch on his sensitive members. His eyebrows scrunch but he doesn't waver, lifting himself slightly on two elbows. She holds her pussy open with two fingers and brings herself down slowly, slightly taking in both heads. They both watch where the two heads disappear inside her dripping cunt. She stills and just when Sukuna opens his mouth to complain she quickly drops herself down, taking both cocks inside her in a rapid motion. Both of them let out something between a moan and a scream at the sudden stimulation of both Sukuna's thick cocks being forced so deeply inside such a tight space.

"Fucking crazy woman." 

He struggles out. The stretch feels so devine as she clenches and moans. Her head tilted up to the stars in the sky with a dreamy look on her face. She brings her hand to caress her tummy and grins when she feels it, the bump in her stomach right where his two cocks inside her are. She looks down at it which makes Sukuna look too and the man curses, tipping his head back, absolutely enamoured with his perfect wife. 

She pulls his hand from her hip to her stomach to hold it over the bulge there. They both moan at the feeling as she starts grinding back and forth in slow circles. 

"You got another one for me, Honey?"

She asks snarkily, as if she doesn't know how many rounds her husband is capable of, he just huffs and smirks. She raises herself up on her feet, until both dicks are juuust about to pop out and rams back down letting out a gutteral sound as they reach the deepest parts of her pussy. She continues with these hard long thrusts, moving her whole body up and down his lengths. Sukuna just let's his wife do her magic, occasionally clutching into her thighs and hips. Sukuna knows he'll never be allowed into heaven but the feeling of his two cocks rubbing up against one another inside his wife's pretty cunt is the closest thing to heaven he'll ever need. 

As she gets closer and moves faster the overstimulation starts getting to her and her full body thrusts get sloppier. Her body can't keep up with her need and she frantically tells her husband. 

"Ah, fuck me, Ryo please!"

Sukuna waists no time following his wife's orders and reaches under her legs to grab her waist with two hands. Her legs are pressed against her chest and he sits up before lifting her body up and pounding her even deeper than before. She clutches his biceps for some stability as she gets her cervix fucked by her insanely big husband.

 The position, the depth, the speed, the strength it's all too much for Sukuna as she clenches impossibly tighter. Before he can even register it, his balls clench and his dicks twitch until he's cumming hard for her. He hisses and lets out a long groan, pulling her close to him as he bottoms out so he can shoot his cum as deep inside her as possible. She can barely handle the amount of cum that gets pumped into her. Nothing in the world can compare to the feeling of being filled to the brim by her lover, its no time before she's cumming with him. Her pussy milking his two cocks for all they have. 

 They stay dead still like that for a solid minute until Sukuna falls onto his back bringing his wife with him, still clutching her tightly to his chest. They both breathe ragged breaths, bathing in the sweaty after glow.

"Wow." She chuckles in exhaustion lifting her head from where it rested on his chest to rest her hand on her chin and smile dazedly at him. He lazily grins back from the hard ground while his hands stroke up and down her thighs and back, one arm resting under his head. 

She slowly pushed herself up more with her hands on his chest before she gradually pulled his softened dicks out of her now fill cunt. She's surprised her belly didn't expand with all the cum inside her at this point. 

She stands up, feet on either side of her husband's waist. The copious amount of cum that leaks out of her is so lewd it would make a pornstar blush. He curls a hand around her ankle, his eyes not leaving the leaking pussy infront of him. She places her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest, standing there like some lewd naked superhero. She clears her throat to get his attention and his eyes flick up to her very smug face.

"I win." 

She says simply. His dazed grin falls comically fast.

"What?"

"I made you come first, both times we fucked."

She holds out her hand, presenting two fingers. Sukuna is dumbfounded to say the least. 

"What the fuck are you talking about? I made you cum first on my tongue."

He retorts, holding up one finger.

"Nuh uh, that doesn't count."

He's getting angry now and she knows it. He lifts himself up on his elbows.

"What the fuck do you mean it doesn't count?"

She stretches her arms above her head stepping over him to walk away.

"Doesn't count. Better luck next time, My Love" 

He grabs at her ankle.

"Hey! You promised me you'd suck my dick if I made you cum, remember?" 

She pretends to think for a second. 

"Huh, I did say that." 

she pauses before shrugging,

"Well, I'm hungry now. Uraumeee!" 

She dashes out of his grip but he anticipates it and stands up to grab her around the waist. 

"You will make good on your promise." He growls into her hair slightly grinding his bare cocks into her ass. 

She's unfazed as she turns in his hold and says sternly. 

"I know you know what it's like to not eat a single thing for ONE THOUSAND YEARS!"

Sukuna groans in exasperation, tipping his head up to the sky. 

"You got to eat plenty of innocents already! I've not had a single mortal and might I remind you who's fault all this was in the first-"

"You called master?“

Uraume suddenly appears bowing behind the woman, interrupting her tangent which Sukuna is relieved about. The woman turns with a gleeful look in her eyes.

"Uraume~ Darling, I'm starving."

"I've already prepared you both a few meals and clean clothing."

The Queen practically vibrates with happiness. She reaches out to bring the sorcerer into a sweaty hug.

"Oh Uraume, what would I do without you?"

Just like that the Queen of Curses is back to cooing over her favourite sorcerer, clinging onto them as they lead her to the meal they prepared.

Sukuna just stands there for a minute, contemplating his entire marriage to this point as he watches the two scale up the stares. He peers a bit lower to the absolutely drenched state of her thighs as his multiple loads leak from her filled pussy, walking just a little wobbly. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. As much as he wants to complain and act like he hates it, he knows he's absolutely pussy whipped.

[zombiechoir]

WELCOME TO THE MALFORMED BOX. 

[The GazettE Fanvideo]

! Flashing Lights CW !

I got so into this band that it inspired me to get my hands on the editing software again. I don’t make videos often anymore but it’s always a delight if something gives me enough inspiration to dig it up. I had allot of fun making this!

I own nothing except the editing. Song belongs to The GazettE and the pics belong to their respective owners. 

[diejager]

hii!! Im new to your blog and i have been obsessed ever since~ i have a little req about the reader using contacts in the field but the task force doesn’t know she uses glasses so i’d like to know what would their reaction would be it can be also the monster au~

No pressure thoo, take the time you need. Keep up the good work love your stories 🥰

Oh! Then a very late welcome!🥰 I wore contacts before and I can promise you that your eyes dry out real fast, especially in dry and cold temperatures in Canada. Though they are more convenient than glasses.

Pairing : Monster!Task Force 141 x fem!reader

Cw: men simping for you, fluff. Wc: 1082

For a human, you had good eyesight, even Gaz had said yours might’ve been one of the best he’s seen, especially for a sniper. You took down enemies within the blink of an eye as if you were born to build a nest and stay perched up for hours, scoping and hunting the enemy. You, for all the embarrassment you felt from the constant gush of compliments from them, wore glasses, needing them to see if you wanted to see anything at all. Faces blurred and shapes deformed without them, but wearing glasses while deployed was a danger. You’d had prescribed contacts ever since you started your training, paid by the military health assurance (contacts were expensive depending on the brands and the bests were exceedingly so). 

You got into the habit of wearing contacts even off duty since it made life easier to not worry about readjusting your glasses or cleaning them. The last mission in the arid desert of Urzikstan dried your eyes, even with the protective goggles, they weren’t impenetrable from the heat and dry atmosphere. You took your contacts off and showered, discarding them in the trash before you used your glasses, thick, squared lenses glued to a black frame. 

You went about your day as you usually did after that, wiping your foggy glasses before leaving your room (protective Price gave you a room with a bathroom included, he didn’t want any men or women following you into the public showers to spite them since you were the weakest link to the TF. Mostly from others peeking or watching you shower, he’s protective and possessive of his hoard.) to meet your brothers-in-arms in the Mess Hall.

Soap did a double take when he saw - smelled - you walk into the Mess Hall, blinking his wide eyes, mouth agape in shock. He took the time you spent reaching them to stare at you, adorably confused by the thick glasses over your nose. Shock followed his confusion, that their amazing sniper wore glasses. Had your eyesight been that great because of the contacts you wore? Or had it contributed to your reaction time and quick trigger finger? Passed his confusion and shock, was appreciation. You looked adorable in your black-rimmed glasses, it framed your face so well that he felt like snagging you to himself to stare and admire until you got sick of him. It made him wonder how well you could see without them.

Gaz, the harpy who praised you for your eyesight, was seemingly as shocked as Soap. He, however, recuperated faster, blinking away the questions before you sat down next to Ghost. He had questions but thought it better to leave it until you were both alone. He found you pretty in glasses, the square shape with rounded corners made you look younger than you were, resting on your nose with a slight droop. He did feel betrayed though. Learning that the person he praised so much wore glasses made him increasingly confused. You had one of the most precise aiming and timing he’d seen while being conscious of your handicap, and it never stopped you from performing well. 

Ghost knew you wore contacts and needed glasses to see outside of combat. Of course, he would, he’s searched your name on the database, he’s seen your file and read through it to find anything inconspicuously dangerous to them (a background on monster hunting or hate for monsters and hybrids). He hadn’t bothered to look up when you came in, striding to sit next to him with a schooled face, the corner of your lips threatening to curve upwards at Gaz and Soap’s shock. He, unlike you, could smirk outwardly, and he did. He’d never seen you with them, this was his first time, but you looked fine with and without glasses, cute even when you tried to adjust your slipping accessory. 

Price heard from them you wore glasses at super, Soap gushing about it like a lovesick, pubescent high schooler. He was the first to recommend you to Laswell after the higher-ups wanted to incorporate a human into the Task Force. He liked your history and you, you wore your older glasses in your picture, from years ago. They were rounder and made you look childish compared to the rounded square ones you currently wore. It was a mix between adorable and professional - the added factor that he found you increasingly sexy when you were deployed made him biassed on his beliefs of you being an eye candy for him and his boys - and you wore it well. Although he wished you’d wear them more often than on your late visits to turn in your mission reports, tired and posture slightly relaxed when you dropped by. 

Alejandro hadn’t searched your file when he knew you were a part of the Task Force he recently joined, he preferred the personal approach, to getting to know you firsthand before reading your file. He liked you as you were: efficient, warm and witty. Then your file made his eyes open, you wore glasses! He’s never seen you with them until this afternoon, striding in confidently with those warm eyes under the glistening lenses of your clean accessory. He realised you’d changed them, better suited on your face than your older ones. Corazón, that’s how he greeted you, smiling salaciously, the light gleaming over his dimpled cheeks. He was the beauty in your talent and your being, a true treasure to have on the TF.

Rudy, good ol’ Rudy, nearly blushed, as softhearted as he wore his heart on his sleeve. He tempted glances your way, starting pointless conversations to get to look at you. He admired your fluttering laces, gleaming eyes under the scope of your glasses and the lazy, yet appealing, drooping of your dark-rimmed accessory. Mija, he was tempted to call you, the words nearly slipping off his tongue as Alejandro had. He was more shy, his ears flushing lightly on the edges when you smiled at him (at all of them) when you sat down between him and Ghost. He didn’t question why you had glasses or how you performed so well with sight-related issues. He just wanted to see you wear them more often.

[ickadori]

Cough cough- I’m gonna need some more yandere Geto- (thank you your fics have kept me alive😭)

[cws] yandere. gn reader -> reader was turned into a curse. mahito being his usual self. took some creative liberties w/getou’s absorbing technique thingamajig.

[an] let’s pretend that kenjaku never possessed getou’s body, okay? okay!

“Why is Getou the only one with a pet?”

“Because you always end up killing yours the moment you get bored.”

Your skin prickles as the attention in the room shifts to you, and you hug your knees tighter to your chest, eyes gazing out at the crashing waves of the beach. Impossible. This should all be impossible - this apartment, these people, these creatures.

It didn’t make any sense, but you had learned to overlook it, somewhat. You had been in Getou’s grasp for years now, and when he had slaughtered the people of your village, that’s when you had first been given a look of the once thought impossible. Monsters —curses, he always corrected— had run rampant through the village, some big and some small, some with razor sharp teeth and some with gums that were coated in some vile acid, some with humanoid bodies and others with bodies so deformed it didn’t seem right to call it a body in the first place.

Your parents and younger siblings had been killed in front of you. Their pained and horrified screams had nearly burst your eardrums, and the way they had reached out for you in their last moments had broken your heart, and then you had died right alongside them.

A curse had sunken its teeth into your throat, and the pain had been like you had never felt before. It had been hot, searing, throbbing, agonizing, and you hadn’t even been able to make a sound besides a bloody gurgle. You had died full of fear, despair, terror, and that’s all you had felt since you had been born again.

Getou called you a ‘curse’, explained the basics to you with a patient smile on his face and an oddly admiring gleam in his eye. He had killed you that night, and the whirlwind of negative emotions you had felt at the moment of your death had regretfully brought you back.

The sound of footsteps approaching you makes your head lift, and you suck in a low breath when you see Mahito’s mismatch eyes peering into your own.

“Hello~” He sings, one hand reaching out to pat the top of your head, and when he gets a giddy look on his face, you know that he’s thinking about using his technique on you, the same technique that you had seen mutilate countless humans. “Getou won’t be back for a while…do you want to have a little fun with me while we wait?”

“Knock it off, Mahito.” A burning hot sphere flies inches from your nose, and you jerk back with a yelp, hand immediately raising to rub to where it had singed your skin. “It’s off limits.” You don’t bristle at the way Jogo refers to you, you had grown used to it over the years. Besides, you preferred a dehumanizing ‘it’ (but you weren’t human anymore, were you?) rather than the pet names that Getou called you. Those are what still got a reaction out of you; a grimace when it was tossed your way in greeting, a shudder when it was accompanied with a touch of his fingers against your skin, and a choked sob when it was breathed into your ear in the dead of night.

“I’m not gonna kill it,” Mahito rolls his eyes, and a pathetic sound leaves you when his fingers curl into your hair and shake your head around. “I’m just gonna play with it — I’m bored, Jogo.”

You find yourself wishing that Getou would come back, despite his suffocating presence whenever he was near, and if the world was finally in your favor, the creak of the front door is heard.

The tight grip that Mahito had on you loosens, and you wince as he pats at your sore scalp, his eyes going over your shoulder. “Getou. You’re back.”

“You sound disappointed, Mahito.” Getou nears, and despite yourself, a wave of relief washes over you, your body slowly inching away from Mahito. You’d prefer Getou over the kill-hungry curse any day, choosing the softer evil over the crueler one. “Were you planning to do something to them in my absence?”

“Nothing permanent.” He giggles, and you finally stand up, half of your body shielded behind Getou as you grip at his robes with shaking hands. You notice that his hair smells nice, as if freshly washed, and your brows furrow when you recognize the scent as one you used to frequently use on yourself. “Just something to entertain me. It’s so boring in here, Getou. Jogo is such a stiff, and Choso only ever talks about his weird brothers.”

Mahito’s voice is whining as he complains, and you watch him with weary eyes, silently urging Getou to hurry and brush him off. The curse was unsettling, always making his interest to cause you harm blatantly clear. You were aware that Getou was the only thing keeping him from you, and as much as it made you sick to do so, you desperately clung onto him whenever Mahito was in the vicinity.

Seeking protection in the man that had slaughtered your entire village, your family. How ironic.

“And this one isn’t boring to you?” Getou’s hand closes around your wrist and then he’s tugging you in front of him, his other hand splaying itself over your stomach as he keeps you still.

“Quite the opposite,” Mahito grins, and you cower back into Getou’s chest when he leans in closer. “I think they’re the cutest, funniest thing—aha, look at their face!” His finger pushes into your cheek.

“Getou,” you’re on the verge of sobbing, and you feel his chest vibrate against your back as he lowly chuckles.

“Getou?” He questions, and when Mahito starts ‘walking’ his fingers down the slope of your neck, his eyes trained on the way your chest rises and falls with your frenzied breaths, your hands fly to where Getou is touching your stomach through your clothing.

“Suguru, please.”

“Such a sweet, powerless thing.” He coos, and then darkness is enveloping your vision as he hunches over you, ink black hair cascading around you and blocking out Mahito. His hand leaves you next, and you tilt your head up, Getou’s eyes meeting your own as he smiles.

His arms tighten around you, the solid muscles hidden behind baggy clothing keeping you pinned against him, and you don’t struggle as he pulls you into him. The process of merging with Getou isn’t a pleasant one, but you find yourself pushing harder against him, Mahito’s voice a distant echo as you become one with the origin of all your griefs.

“I’ll shield you for as long as you need me to.”

[mitsvriii]

self-talks

・❥・aventurine x reader

★ wc: 730+ ★ no reader type or pronouns used or specified ★ cw: aventurine is his #1 hater, mentioned death/ways to die, set during 2.1 quest, written by a mentally-tired high schooler, lowercase intended, lazily proofread ★ no summary for this one, notes at the end ★ if you get what’s happening i’ll give you a cupcake

“[name] doesn’t really love you, y’know.”

that voice. the same, agonizing tone that held itself high as if the owner knew every secret in the world. how aventurine hated how it followed him like an ant and he was a basket filled to the brim with succulent insecurities - as if they themselves were ripe, appetizing pieces of fruit.   

the tinted shadow, or should he say figured, of himself wouldn’t stop drilling those words into his head. aventurine tried to prevent the words from bothering him but he couldn’t shake them. it was agonizing having to hear his ‘future self’ talk about you as if you thought he was the last pawn left in a chess game, waiting to be used for the greater good. 

“that’s not true.”

because he knew you. then again so did he. future is often wiser than present but if that’s the case then why did he feel anxious at his words? 

shaking his head like a parent who caught onto their child’s lie, the ‘shadow’ tsked in mock disappointment. “honestly, i thought you were self-aware of the majority of one’s actions. are you so blinded by the scorching love that [name] provides that you cannot even see that you’re burning?”

he wasn’t burning, and you weren’t so bright that he wouldn’t be able to see anything else besides you, either. it was infuriating how this version of him - more of a shell than aventurine was in the present time, hollowed out and left to rot on a tree branch of desolation - seemed to believe that he was wiser than him about the love of their? his life. 

aventurine was as loyal as he could be to you without pushing past his boundaries (which were often as weak as a dam made out of twigs when it came to you). he could say the same about you, the absolute truth to anyone but him. bringing a hand up to his hair aventurine scratched it roughly in discomforting thought. all of this ‘he said, he says’ was making him go crazy.

or crazier than he already is in this deforming dreamscape of twisted memories and second-takes. if he ever gets out of this ‘living nightmare’, the first thing he’s going to do is charge up to veritas and-

“i wonder if [name’s] flocked to ratio yet. clutching onto him as soft weeps leave puffy eyes.”

okay, buddy.

“what’s your deal?” aventurine hissed at the amusement drawn on his face, covered hands digging crescent shapes into his gloves. “you seem so adamant in getting me to believe [name] doesn’t love me, yet i’ll probably never-“ cutting himself off with a quick bite down on his tongue, letting it go swiftly when metallic laced his taste. 

he couldn’t think like that. that anxious feeling that sunk into his stomach as if it were made of quicksand tried to open and claw its way out of him.

if aventurine could not ever see your face or hear the voice (that he wanted to put on a record and play it repetitively), he feels as if he would rip out all of his hair that you adored combing your fingers through, floss it through his teeth, tie it up, and ha-

a shaky exhale, “there’s a high chance i’ll never see [name] again, so what’s the point of getting me to openly despise everything that pertains to…what’s the point?”

he only smirked in response, the expression on his face was akin to looking in a mirror of opposition to aventurine’s own. he hated how he looked.

oh. so that’s it, huh? could it be that his ‘future’ version seemed to be nothing more than what aventurine himself already imagine what his future would be like, was that it? whom was molded with clay laced with nothing but pure self-hatred without you being there to swat them away.

inhaling sharply, pain shot up through aventurine’s head as he doubled over. he clutched his head and gritted his teeth as if he had a severe brain-freeze, shaking it as he stomped a foot to the ground as if he were in a tantrum. in all honesty, he looked like he was. 

puffs of frustration left him as he glanced up, eyes meeting his own heavy, irritated ones as he stared into them with ferocity. “oh aventurine”, he spoke to himself as he blinked away.

“you’ve got to stop talking in mirrors.”

me if writing bad characterization for my fics was hilarious 😹😹😹 seriously though i need to character study him more. take this while i go cry into my pillow over exams 🙏 this didn’t go as i originally had in mind but we ball!!! i hope this flops harder than a fish on a deck after it has just been caught i hate it sm

[hopeluna]

hello cupid!!

im here to request steve harrington, 18+, sith prompt 13 please and thank you!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗

Prompt 13: “you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

CW: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, 18+ so minors don't interact, sort of a modern au? But its only indicated once, established relationship, Steve is disgustingly in love with us, oral (f receiving), sex (p in v), slight overstimulation, also reader not being insecure of her body cause we bad bitches !!

Word count: 1.8k

⁀➷ cupid: shooting my first arrow in this event, i hope its a good match for u <33

This was either going to be the worst or best idea that you have ever had in your life.

It wasn't like it was your first time here, you've been in the extravagant lingerie shop a couple of times before, out with your girlfriends on a girl's day. But this- this felt different and nerve wracking more than anything because you weren't just buying a set for some impromptu self-love-motivated frenzy for yourself, you were buying it for Steve. On valentine's, no less!

Though your relationship was relatively still new, you weren't necessarily scared at the idea that Steve would dislike this. You knew him, and you knew that he would probably faint with giddiness on sight at seeing you in delicate lingerie. So, that part isn't the problem.

The problem is that you have never done something like this before with him and it was valentine's! A super special day of love- so it really was just the inner anxieties of doing anything for the first time that was bothering you-

"Ma'am, can I help you with anything?"

Your eyes moved to the red haired woman standing before you, looking at you with a polite god-kill-me-already customer service smile. You could see the strain of work in her eyes, making you internally cringe at yourself for standing in front of the store for the past 20 minutes peering inside. She probably thought you were another hurdle between her and her shift ending.

"Oh! I was just- you know, looking for the lingerie shop."

"Yes uh, this is the lingerie shop", giving you another tired smile, she vaguely gestures her hands towards the store sign in front of you.

Right. You are about 2 seconds away from bolting out of here from sheer embarrassment. Bless her, she passes you a sympathetic smile at your obvious embarrassment and nerves,"would you like me to help you look around?"

"Yes, please. That would be great- thank you!"

You follow (Bethany- her name tag says) as she leads you inside the shop. It's minimalistic and warmly lit, the wallpapers a comforting beige colour with white tiled flooring. You're glad that Bethany as her back turned to you when you almost threaten to deform one of the mannequins by bumping into it.

"So, do you have any types or colours already in mind?", she raises a eyebrow at you questioningly over her back.

"Um, not much really. But- I was thinking maybe something in pink?"

She gives you a knowing smile, "valentine's?"

You nod wordlessly, feeling heat creep up on the back of your neck.

You felt like you were going to positively burst out sobbing right there in the middle of the floor. You had been at this for, what? two hours! Probably more than that.

It wasn't like nothing looked good on you, in fact you rather felt hot in every single one of these sets but none of them felt just right and you needed it to feel right in the words of Bethany, "if you don't feel it, its not the one."

Speaking of her, you don't think you could've got through without her care. The initial embarrassment and intimidation had worn off the second she started to help you in choosing with a reassuring sister-like smile. She had also insisted that you call her Betty, cause "Bethany makes me feel like a old woman."

"I got it!", you startle at the said woman speed walking to where you are, a beaming grin on her face and the most beautiful pink set up until now.

You try it on and you instantly have the urge to throw up from how good it looks on you.

It's the perfect mix of sexy and cute, adorned with faded pink lace all over. The garters strapped from the waist to the middle of your thighs make the skin around it spill into a little pudge, something that you know Steve will go crazy over.

"I'm guessing by your face, that's the one." Betty flashes you a cheeky smile over your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror in front.

You inspect the way the cloth hugs your curves with a small smile, "Yup- this is definitely it", you pause for a moment, "do you think he'll like it?"

She only gives you a wink, "he'll lose his goddamn mind, honey."

You tried to repeat Betty's reassuring words in your head like a mantra as you got ready. You rubbed the tiniest bit of perfume, slipped into the lingerie, covered it with a robe, placed the wine out of the cupboard in case it was wanted later and sat rigidly at the edge of the bed for what felt like forever- your ears perked up for any sign of the front door opening.

You almost face plant on the floor at how quickly you get up when you hear the front door open, the clear click of it closing followed by Steve's voice calling your name.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from grinning at the way your boyfriend's face lights up when he sees you make your way to him, your bare feet making soft thumps against the carpet.

"Hey, Steve-" your instantly cut off when he pulls you close to plant a soft kiss to your lips.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Your skin prickles with goosebumps, his hands firmly placed on your waist. Your lips twitch downwards at how weary he looks. Dark patches under his eyes, eyes that seem sunken from being all day at work.

Steve nudges his nose against yours, softly. "You okay?"

You only give him a hum in response, light massaging his tense shoulders absentmindedly. "I got a surprise for you. For valentine's day."

A breathy laugh escapes you at the way his eyebrows shoot up, "You did?"

You nod with a smile, intertwining his hands with yours, gently pulling him into the bedroom. You choose to ignore the adorable way he mutters your name questioningly along the way.

Steve tries to reach for your hand gently when you let go, the both of you now standing at the centre of the room. You take a deep breath in before reaching to pull away the ties of your robe slowly, letting it pool around your feet.

You're not sure how long the silence stretches for, perhaps only a few seconds but it feels like hours. You wince lightly, not being able to help the anxieties that creep up and take root in your mind.

"Do- do you not like it?"

You take in a shaky breath as Steve's eyes widen, looking as if they just broke out of a trance. "What?- no! I mean- yes! Fuck."

You visibly relax when you notice the prominent strain in his pants when he shifts on his feet nervously.

You're about to talk when Steve suddenly pulls you into a heated kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. "Shit, you look good- really good", you smile at the shaky breath he takes in, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby- you've never looked as beautiful as you do right now."

You tilt your head to the side with a small smile, trying to look into his eyes. "You said that on our first date too-" you huff a laugh at the way his brows furrow, "- and like yesterday too."

Steve gently knocks his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing the seams of the lace of your bra, "not my fault you look beautiful every day."

"Ha! You, Steve Harrington, are such a sap- " the teasing smile on your face falls as his grip on your sides hardens a bit, a yelp escaping you when you fall back gently on to the plush mattress.

"You bully me way too much", the words are muffled from where he's leaving firm kisses on your jaw, trailing down to nip at your collar. Your breath hitches at the barely-there touch of the pads of his fingers on your nipples over the thin cloth. He trails his kisses all over your stomach till his practically laying on his stomach, his breath ghosting over the wet patch on your underwear.

"Ste-ve", a broken, breathy moan escapes you as he pushes the cloth aside to take a hungry lick over the length of your cunt. Your boyfriend's mumbles barely reach your ear when he starts to desperately lick and slurp against your heat like a parched man.

"So perfect, so fuckin' perfect."

Steve reaches his hand up your body to tweak and twist your nipples, paired with a harsh suck of your clit that makes you cry out as your hips subconsciously grind against his mouth. It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax at how messy the whole ordeal is. Steve greedily lapping up the mess, only stopping when you push him away slightly with a whine when the touch becomes too much.

He doesn't take too much time to kiss you hungrily, making you taste yourself on his tongue, before hastily shoving his clothes off of him. Steve shakes his head when you reach to take off yours, mumbling a raspy "want to see you in it on my cock."

That, some how almost makes you want to cum right then and there.

You both moan in unison when he slides in your cunt, the wet squelch sound echoing filthy-ly in the room. Your eyes roll back so hard at the sharp thrusts, Steve snapping his hips against yours in hard, steady but ruthless thrusts- purposefully hitting that one spot inside of you.

The more you whine his name into the thick, hot air; the rougher he gets with powerful thrusts and bites across your neck that he soothes with licks before biting another sensitive spot.

"Fuck." A particular thrust makes you unravel with a moan that sounds like something straight out a porno. You're sure the way Steve grips your thighs at the delicious squeeze of your cunt is gonna leave bruises like hell. You're too fucked out to notice the red crescent shaped marks you left on his arms and back.

Steve kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth as he comes down from his own high.

He's quick to pull you against his chest when he slumps down next to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, almost as if he is trying to imprint the feel of you skin against his to memory.

You're not quite sure when you both fall asleep, still tangled with each other. But the soft ding! of your phone on the nightstand makes you shift and rub your eyes at the offending morning light filtering through the curtains.

You shift a little bit, only to have Steve's arm tighten firmly around your waist, snuggling into you further with soft snores. You reach for your phone to see that you have 1 unread message on your notifications along with other stuff.

Betty <33

Get that dick, girl! 🎉🎉

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[meiluu]

“Touch Her, and I’ll Kill You”

Leon S. Kennedy/ AFAB!Reader [no gendered pronouns, if there are let me know so I can fix it :D] cw: SMUT 18+, blood & gore, Leon goes feral, protective Leon, Plaga!Leon. Terms you may not be familiar with and their meanings: Round- the entire bullet and its casing, the bullet is the tip and the casing is the metal that surrounds it and holds gun powder which allows for the bullet to travel when the gun powder is ignited. Magazine- the term for rounds that are incased in either a type of metal or hard plastic and feed into a handgun or a rifle from the bottom. It is not the same as a ‘clip’.

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Leon pov.

Leon was beyond pissed, this mission to save the presidents' daughter had gone from bad to fucking horrible. He was lucky enough to have another agent along with him, you. Someone who Leon cared for-trusted and you had been separated from him and Ashley. And he was losing what last bit of sanity he had left, he knew that you were strong, capable and so smart. All logic pointed to you being able to hold your own until they were able to find you, or until you found them. But Leon's heart was overruling his brain, taking full control, as his mind was in overdrive as it pushed each of his senses and his knowledge to try and find you. And all of this was pushed into the extremes now because of Leon being infected with the Las Plaga.

Saddler wished he could control the lethality that Leon possessed but the Plaga that he had been infected with seemed wholly under Leon's control and wouldn't respond to his commands.

With his guns at the ready, knife sharp enough to cut through anything, Leon was prepared to go to hell and back to get you. Having heard some spanish grumbles from one of the infected villagers giving him a much needed lead to find you. The chill air of the night nipping at his arms, the darkness of the night keeping him concealed as he made his way to a decrepit building. Turning back to make sure that Ashley was still in the secure spot he left her in- satisfied that she wasn't following him, he continued onward. Gun at the ready as he silently made his way into the building, once inside he made quick work of scanning his surroundings seeing no infecteds around, he moved further in. Footsteps light, measured breathing as Leon moved with a purpose, but that all falters when he hears your enraged cry.

There are hundreds if not thousands of stories out there that talk about feeling so angry that you see red. Stories of people blacking out as they fight whoever it was that threatened them or someone they cared about. That was not the case here. Leon has never felt so focused than now, as he ran to the sound of your cry. Reaching a room with dozens of infecteds along with a grotesque monster trying to give you the las plaga. What was only a few seconds, felt like an eternity in Leon's mind. His vision had completely zeroed in on the monster in front of you, his mind coming up with the perfect way to get you out and kill everything within this room. Then he was moving.

Firing off three rounds into the monster, in its faltered state it let go of you, letting you fall to the hard floor below you. Running towards you in long strides, Leon grabs your arm flinging you behind him- sliding you across the floor towards the entranceway of the room. Unnatural strength that only the las plaga could give him, using every facet to his advantage.

By the time the creature had gained it bearings Leon was right in its face, grabbing onto the creatures deformed face- bringing it down to ground. Smashing its skull into the concrete floor, its dark red blood splattering onto the ground and onto him. Raising his head he saw the swarm of infecteds running towards him- quickly aiming his sights onto the closest ones. Seven more rounds leave his gun, seven infected fall to the ground with 9mm holes through their skulls. Hearing the click of an empty magazine, with not enough time to reload Leon's holstering his gun and grabbing his knife. With an infected near inches from his face, he's stabbing the knife into its skull- a satisfied squelch greets Leon's ears. Its face falls as the life in its eyes is smothered out. Retching his knife from the skull, he's swinging wide cutting another infected’s neck-nearly taking its head off its shoulders. Both of their bodies crumbled to the ground- but there are more headed his way.

Eyes that no longer held that sky blue color but instead were a red crimson with black veins standing out against his skin that became more prominent as he fought. With the last infected slumping to the ground with its decapitated head being carelessly flung to the floor. Breathing hard, shoulders rising in falling as Leon gains control over his breathing again. Satisfied that there was no more threats within the room he's turning back to where you were still sat near the entrance. Your face was marred with a shocked expression, a mix of fear and awe at what you had just witnessed. "Are you ok?" Leon's voice is husky with exertion, your eyes meet his as you nod your head. With quick long strides Leon closes the distance between you two.

Picking you up from the floor like you weighed nothing bringing you into his embrace, burying his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your mouth-watering scent. Letting it ground him, he had found you and you were okay. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, he felt your arms hesitantly wrap around his shoulders. "I'm okay, Leon. Are you?" your voice was nervous. Not that you didn't secretly relish with the embrace from someone who you had been crushing on for awhile but after what you saw you were a bit afraid of pushing him too far. Though somewhere in the back of your mind you knew Leon would never hurt you- even with the plaga, within him. "Yes." a short and gruff reply was all you got from him.

"Where's Ashley?"

"Safe."

"Ok, lets go meet back up with her so we can get you both help."

"No."

"Leon-" unable to finish as Leon warm tongue is licking a long stripe from the base of your neck to the spot right below your ear. "You smell so good, we don't have to leave now." his voice is smooth and full of desire. "But we-" a soft gasp interrupts you, as Leon gently bites into the sensitive skin of your neck. “Let me have you.” His words are rough as he says them into your skin. Your mind blanks, there’s no way this is happening right now! “Leon- right here?!”

“Yes here, now.” No hesitation to be found in his proclamation. Maybe it was the fact that his scent was overwhelming your senses or maybe it was the fact that you’ve dreamed about being with him (maybe not like this). Whatever the case your mind was giving into his advances just like your body had already surrendered to him. Not that there was really ever a want to ‘fight’.

“Ok, but what if someone comes in here?"

“I’ll hear them before they get that close to us.” So assured of himself, no room for doubt. But you never had reason to doubt him and his capabilities.

And with some of your worries eased Leon is lifting his head from your neck. Locking his gaze with yours, his once beautiful baby blue orbs are a vicious red with black veins to accentuate them. You knew this was because of the plaga but it seemed that he had full control over himself- unlike the other people who were infected. But your thoughts are halted by his soft lips claiming yours.

Eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness of his taste, a gentle dance that quickly turns heavy as Leon nips at your bottom lip- pushing in his tongue to dance with yours. A rumble of satisfaction vibrates through Leon's chest, the intoxicating taste of you has his body burning with need. Pulling you both down onto the hard floor, lips still locked together- soft gasps of air echoing out in the space around you. Your hands are running through Leon's soft blond locks as his hands drift down. Rubbing his thumbs over your pebbling nipples eliciting a whimper from your swollen lips, hands leaving a fiery trail down towards your navel but then he is pulling his hands away from you. A pathetic sound leaves your lips at the lose of his warmth but you are quick to shut up when your eyes catch onto his teeth pulling off his gloves from his hands, discarding them like trash.

And as quickly as those gloves where thrown away are his hand back onto you, pulling up your shirt, his calloused hands caress the soft flesh of your navel. One hand travel up back to your left breast as the other dips below the waist of your pants going straight to your neglected clit. "Leon." a breathy moan of his name leaves you as he begins to swirl your clit with his thumb while two of his fingers work you open- stretching you out. The hand that had been massaging your breast retreats from under your shirt as it goes to unstrap your leather harness where your empty gun rests in. Clattering to the ground Leon pulls your shirt off of you- freeing your tits. Leaving your mouth his head is headed down taking a perked nipple into his warm mouth- swirling his tongue and softly nipping at it. Making sure not abandon the other nipple as he gives the same treatment to it.

With all of his combined menstruations your already close to your peak, fingers diligently pumping into you at a stead pace, clit buzzing in ecstasy while your chest radiates pleasured tingles throughout your body. Mouth hanging open to allow all your noises of pleasure to run free, but before you can reach that blinding peak Leon is harshly removing himself from you. A cry leaves you, you were so close, eyes raising from where they had been watching Leon worship your breasts. Now your eyes are watching Leon as he sits up on his knees, undoing his belt nearly ripping it in half. Then shoving his pants down along with his boxers- freeing his cock. Precum dibbles down the angry tip- weeping in anticipation. His hands soon find your pants yanking them down and off of you along with your drenched panties.

Your arousal hits Leon at full force now that there was no barriers between your cunt and him. Every basic instinct within him coiled with his care for you and then amplified by the plaga had turned him to a much more raw version of himself. This, what he was doing to you, was something so much more than just fuckin someone who he cared about or found attractive. (Both of those things were true). He needed you like he needed air, you had always balanced him out and you both were always so in sync with one another. Maybe it was the plaga within his veins, but at the end of the day, in the back of Leon's mind he knew all of this was true. He needed to fuck you so that you knew how much he needed you- in his plaga riddled mind combined with the past adrenaline of trying to find you and nearly going insane without you beside him- it made perfect sense to him. You were his just like how he was yours, wholly and completely yours.

He killed for you and would do it again without hesitation, he would search to the ends of the earth to find you if you became lost. And so, warm and calloused hands pulled you to him- no space left between- cock bumping against your clit and then was pushed into your wet heat. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the fullness, something you hadn't experience before. His pelvis meeting yours, hilt buried deep within you, he had reached heaven and nothing could ever compare to this feeling of being in your embrace. Grabbing your legs and placing them upon his shoulders, leaning down until his face was right above yours- with his hands now down below at the base of your spine lifting you up for him to fuck into as deep as possible.

Rough and deep was the pace Leon set, your moans unashamedly are cried out into the air around you. Not like you had a chance to smother your noises- how could you when he was hitting the inner most parts of you? With the tip of his cock bruising your g-spot as it sweetly kissed your cervix.

He was utterly ruining you, nothing would ever top this, you could never fuck anyone else without thinking of him. But would you want to fuck anyone else besides him? No, he was so perfect, the two of you fit each other so well why would you want anything else?

Deep groans mixed with husky moans tumble from his beautiful mouth, hypnotizing you in their melody. Your mind was dripping out of your ears to make room for the mind-numbing pleasure his cock was giving you. Every vein and ridge massaging your walls just right, the girth stretching you out to near pain and his length was able to mold you into the perfect cocksleeve for him. "Fuck-Fuck," Leon's words are rough with exertion, but he never once slowed down his pace.

Skin slapping against skin, the lovely sound of your cunt squelching with ever thrust of his cock into you, all in tandem with his full balls hitting your ass. Your peaking is coiling tight within your belly, and it snaps before you can even voice it to Leon, cunt erratically spasming around him milking him for his own release. With a couple more thrust Leon is burying himself as deep as he can get, as his balls tighten, releasing every drop of cum within your warm cunt. Pants leave him as you both try to come down from that earth shattering orgasm. And just as you think Leon's going to pull out of you he's turning you onto your stomach, leaning over you- shadowing your body with his- as he starts fucking with just as much vigor as before.

"Leon!"

"I'm not done with you yet-"

Mind going hazy with pleasure as your cunt lovingly continues to suck in his cock- obviously on the same page with Leon. You needed more and he was going to deliver on that. Somewhere in the back of your mind you hoped that Ashley was safe, where ever she was because you and Leon would be here for a long while.

*hehe i've cooking this one for awhile, hopefully y'all enjoy it >:) *