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tarantulasnot · 4 days ago

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— ★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: you spit in his mouth for the first time, alhaitham x gn!reader, shameless smut, spit play, dry humping, messy kissing, no penetration, teasing, established relationship. alhaitham gets desperate and reader takes the lead, yippee! 1.1k wc. MDNI. 18+ ONLY. | masterlist

As one would expect, Alhaitham was a clean man.

When it came to keeping the house spotless, he had his shortcomings, but at the very least, he was hygienic.

He was the type to have two showers a day (one in the morning, one in the evening), preferred to kiss you after brushing his teeth (although you could easily coax him out of this by being cute), and washed his hands so diligently that sometimes you'd have to remind him to apply some hand cream.

Filthy and Alhaitham were rarely spoken in the same sentence, if ever.

So, after you confided in him about trying something new in the bedroom, and after you specified what it was, it was only natural that you braced yourself for a mild look of disdain.

Surprisingly, you were only met with a small, compliant nod. Offered with little hesitation, no less.

He must’ve read your surprise in the pause that followed, because he had quickly added, “Technically, it’s no different from a kiss. Do we not exchange saliva already?”

Right.

Technically, yes, but still, this felt dirtier.

And maybe it was because he’d taken the reins in the bedroom so many times before—held your face in his palm and fucked you like he had everything figured out, that his willingness meant so much more.

"Open," you whispered now, straddling his lap.

Bare chest and flushed in places you hadn’t even touched yet, Alhaitham sat propped against the headboard, the low amber light catching in the green of his eyes. As he looked up at you, you noticed they were glassier than usual, and his lids fluttered in a way that made you silently thank him for being such a good sport.

Effortlessly, he listened. His jaw slackened, and his lips, which were red and swollen from earlier kisses, parted just enough.

You held his gaze as you leaned forward and let a glistening string of spit fall from your mouth to his, watching it land on his relaxed tongue and taking note of how his throat bobbed when he swallowed, blush creeping along the edges of his cheekbones. He blinked repeatedly as if it dawned on him that this was quite enjoyable.

The sight struck you unexpectedly. It reminded you of how authors described the first taste of a forbidden fruit in all the literature you’ve absorbed. As dramatic as it sounded, you knew for a fact this moment would live in the marrow of him.

Then his mouth curled at the corners, lips still parted, but what was different now was that there was a smile behind it. Alhaitham was undoubtedly waiting for more.

“You’re sick,” you giggled, already preparing for round two.

You let the next string of saliva fall more slowly. It caught on his bottom lip before trailing down to his chin, but neither of you had bothered to wipe it.

“For someone who wanted this, I was hoping you’d have better aim,” he rasped, though his words wavered just a tad.

“You’re lucky I missed,” your palms braced on either side of his face, “Now I get to clean it up.”

Lowering your head, your tongue started at the very bottom to collect the trail, where it was already beginning to dry. You licked across the length of his chin, savouring the taste of salt-warm skin beneath the mess you made. The wet drag of your muscle made his body respond even before his voice could. After that, you came to an abrupt stop above his lips.

“Did you like that?” Breath hot against him.

Alhaitham answered with a kiss, and it wasn’t sweet, not like earlier.

Eagerly, he slipped his tongue inside your mouth and found a sloppy pace that left your mind all hazy. He didn’t care to match your rhythm; he was hell-bent and greedy and working his jaw just to get a further taste of you, completely disregarding the bubbles of drool that managed to escape the corners and wrapping his arm around you to ensure you wouldn’t pull away. If you heard correctly, he might’ve even whimpered.

“More.”

He sounded softer than what you were used to, it damn near came out like a moan. In what world would you ever refuse?

You sucked his tongue fervently and he groaned into you—muffled but entirely audible, nonetheless. When you shifted your hips to settle more comfortably in his lap, you felt it.

The hot and heavy length of him desperately straining underneath his pants, pressed tight between your bodies. It was hard to ignore when his size took up that much space.

His hands flew right to your thighs, nails just shy of digging into your skin as if he didn’t trust himself not to lift you and pin you to the mattress. Another slow, purposeful roll of your hips made his breath stutter, forcing him to tear away from you for air, but this only allowed you to glide a long, sinfully wet line behind the shell of his ear while you continued to rock back and forth.

“Feels… good,” he said hoarsely, brows scrunching while his eyes rolled so far back, you could only see slits of white. He might not have asked for this, but grateful was an understatement for where he had you right now. Grinding on him at your pace, lips at his neck, breath in his ear.

Needy as ever, he bucked his hips towards your centre, and you failed to suppress your own gasp.

Everything slowed down here. Staring at him, you noticed a thin sheen of sweat coating every exposed part of his body, and he had strands of silver sticking to his forehead.

Alhaitham looked a mess.

“You’re already this hard just from a little spit?” You reached down and palmed his cock through the fabric, just to feel him twitch in your grip. His head dropped back against the headboard with a barely contained curse.

A small patch of arousal had already bloomed at the front of his pants, but whether it was from you or him, you couldn’t quite tell.

“You’re too smart to be asking obvious questions,” he adorably huffed, the pink that dusted his cheeks had already bled down his neck, painting him in shades of heat. “You’re sitting on me, drooling in my mouth, and kissing me like that. What did you expect?”

“Oh, so you are filthy,” you purred, dragging your fingertips down his chest, over the warm, lean muscle of his abdomen. His stomach tensed under your touch while his eyes followed you, clearly hoping you’d finish what you started. “I was starting to wonder.”

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tarantulasnot · 12 days ago

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The first rain after a very long drought

Sugar ‘n Spice, Turn Off the Lights

Sub!RE6!Leon x Dom!F!Reader

word count - 1.4k

tags - MDNI, not proofread, porn with plot (kinda?), BDSM, cock cages, leg humping, collars, leashes, marking, begging, overstimulation, submissive re6 leon kennedy, whimpery and needy leon kennedy, masochism, cock tease, p in v, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, light cock stepping, dom/sub

Leon is one of a select few of the highest ranked agents in the newly-established Division of Security Operations. Through his heroic feats and courageous exploits into BOW-infested locations, he’s rightfully earned the respect of peers and politicians alike. He’s the president’s formidable sword, an icon that rookies look up to but little do they know who and how he really is behind closed doors. It’s assumed that he’s in charge at home as it is at work but it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Everyone that knows him is also aware of you as his wife, a framed image of you kept in his work desk. He doesn’t hesitate to bring you up in conversations, either to shower you with praises and adoration or to use you as an excuse for missing out on after-work drinks in town. Leon wasn’t one to shy away from showing everyone that you’re his, always keeping a hand around your waist when you walk together outside or running his fingers up and down your spine when standing in line for something. It’s assumed that he’s in charge at home as it is at work but it couldn’t be farther from the truth as he’s currently naked on the floor of your dim bedroom, sensitive and desperate to cum; your foot is pressed firmly against his caged cock, the poor thing straining against its metal confines. His hands are behind his back, his fingernails digging into his palms to stop himself from grabbing on to your leg and humping his poor cock.

“Such a good boy for keeping this on for 2 weeks,” you coo as you dig your heel into his aching balls. You’re like a goddess as you lean down and sneer at him, cackling at the delicious torture you’ve put him in.

“T-Thank you, mistress…” He still has it in him to be polite, such a cute puppy.

You press down harder, knowing Leon loves it most when the line between pain and pleasure blurs. He whines and whimpers, shivering underneath your foot; his confined cock kicks beneath the sole of your foot, the reddened tip drooling more precum. Satisfied with the display of submission he’s been putting on for you so far, you take your foot off and set him free.

“You’re my good puppy, aren’t you Leon?” You ask whilst petting him, ruffling bedraggled blond strands even more.

“Y-Yes,” he breathily responds.

You move your hand to cup his face, a thumb stroking his pink cheeks. He nuzzles into the warmth of your touch, eyes closed as he soaks up the gentleness you’re showing to him as a sign that he trusts you with whatever you wish to do with him.

“Then hump my leg,” you command. “And don’t stop until you’ve cum two times.” You punctuate your words with a tug to his hair, eliciting a whorish moan from a mess of the man beneath you.

“Ma’am yes ma’am.”

Wasting no time, he clung to your leg and began madly thrusting. He expected to last a little longer but his sensitive cock barely lasted for more than 20 seconds, his milky essence painting your skin in a goop of white.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he whines through the overstimulation. His hips stutter though that does not stop him from his frenzy.

“It’s okay baby, you were always a pathetic mutt anyway.”

This time, he manages to make it past a minute before shooting his second load. He leans against your leg, catching breath but you know he’s far from tapping out– his cock’s still hard.

“Can I please be inside you now, mistress? Please?” he asked so sweetly, looking up at you with glossy eyes and pouty lips. “I’ve– I’ve been good, haven’t I…?”

You already know the answer to his plea but you pretend to think for a moment, keeping him on his toes.

“Go crawl to your collar.”

If he was a mutt, his tail would’ve been wagging madly as he crawled on all fours to the black leather collar laid at his bedside table.

The accessory fit snugly around his neck, perfectly suiting your submissive husband. You settled in bed, slowly inching back to the headboard whilst tugging on the leash as Leon crawled up to you. Besides the lust-induced haze evident in his stormy blue eyes is adoration and unquestionable love; he’d die for you– kill even, if worse comes to worst. He’s loyal to a fault for his darling wife, that’s no question; if she commands him to jump, he’d ask how high. Sure, you terrify him sometimes especially when you’re pissed off, but that’s fuel to the fire you set in his loins– he’s got a penchant for intimidating women.

“You know what to do next, pup.” You command, emphasizing your words with another strong tug.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, parting your legs wider to make space for himself as he settles in between. Leon dives tongue-first into your sopping heat, lapping up your juices at a mad pace; his feverish tongue is a temperature contrast to the cold air of the room, making you all the more sensitive. His stubble adds a prickly sensation as he moves to press wet kisses at your clit before giving a particularly harsh suck.

“Fuck, Leon. J-Just like that,” you encourage him. “You feel so good…”

You push his head closer to yourself, muffling a needy whine from him. As he nipped and licked, his whimpers grew louder and much needier. He wanted to see you come undone, locking eyes with you as he humped his terribly hard cock against the mattress for stimulation while he sucked.

“Holy shit,” you breathed as you gripped his blond tresses harder and rocked his face against your pussy. “S-shit, baby– I’m going to cum–”

Your words only spurred him on, getting his face even more soaked and glistening with your essence. As you reached your high, he dug his nails into your thighs as he licked and drank every single drop you had to offer to him. Your husband twitched and whined, reaching a release of his own as his sensitive cock dribbled out pathetic spurts, it’s a miracle that he’s still able to cum.

“Let me fuck you mistress,” Leon begs as he kneels, trembling hands resting on his thighs. “Please, it hurts so bad… wanna cum again…”

He glances down at his cock twitching against his abdomen, a steady flow of pre flowing down the shaft. The sight is nothing short of sinful, promiscuous even; his hair is rumpled, face glossy with your cum with his pink lips curved into a pout as he caresses his hard cock, cupping his balls.

“You’ve been such a good pup for me,” you drawl. Still attached to your leash, he stumbles forward when you pull on it. “So I guess you can fuck me good, puppy.”

Crazed by the idea of finally being able to shoot his load deep inside you, he pulls you closer by your knee and lines himself up at your entrance with trembling hands.

“Make it fast or else I’ll change my mind,” you complain.

“Yes, master.”

He notches his spongy cockhead at the entrance, slowly pushing in until you locked your legs around him and made him go all the way in.

“Ngh–! Sweetheart, w-wait…” he whimpers as he needily clutches at your hips to calm himself down. He’s so sensitive, he’s sure that he isn’t going to hold on for much. “Might cum fast, don’t wanna…”

Leon’s words die at his throat, replaced by a high-pitched whimper, as he feels your walls tighten around him. Driven by uncontrolled lust and the need to cum deep inside you, he hovers above your body and starts plowing deep; each thrust is punctuated with a squelch and thud of the headboard against the wall, finally accompanied by your moans and his crazed whimpers.

“You’re so good to me, Leon– shit– this cock’s all mine,” you breathily whisper to him.

“Y-Yours,” he stutters. “All yours– ah!”

You press kisses to his Adam's apple that trails to the side of his neck until the sweet spot behind his ear, nipping at his ear lobe. Letting your possessive side out, you bite and mark up the pale skin of his neck with reds and purples before soothing the spots with your moist tongue.

“Baby, I can’t– I– shit–! I’m going to cum, gonna cum,” he rambles as tears stream down his cheeks. “Ngh–! Ah…–”

He’s only able to give 2 more thrusts before his hips stutter and twitch, pulling you closer to himself as warm ropes of his sticky release paint your walls. He holds you tight, keeping his cock inside you despite the overstimulation that borders on pain.

“Did you cum, sweetheart?” he asks while he catches his breath.

“No,” you hiss. Despite his embarrassment, blood fills his cock and he’s sporting another hard-on in no time.

NOTE - i'm not seeing a lot of submissive leon fics, especially older leon, in here or on ao3 so i decided to waste my time writing this to satiate the 5 thirsty people in need of seeing leon get slutted out. i was supposed to post this on my birthday like 3 days ago but i was too damn busy and tired so yeah -_- i'm not rlly having any ideas for fluff on the main blog so i'm going to breathe some life in here for now :3 also, i found this game called 'The Wolf Among Us' earlier and it's honestly so interesting!! like the story and the adult spin on fairytales is a cool concept and i'm hooked (started watching a playthrough from 11 years ago...). anyway, that's it and thank you for reading my fics!! this is also up on ao3 under the same title <3

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tarantulasnot · 13 days ago

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Wriothesley x Fem Y/N Visuals

Y'all know I had to make this a GIF 😫

if these links don't work on your phone u may need to have a twitter account or use a laptop/computer.

Warning: handcuffs, whimpering, spanking, size kink

You're under arrest

Feeling how big he is

Overstimulating you till you're a mess

Arrested...again

Holding you down like this

Inside his office on his desk

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tarantulasnot · 13 days ago

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EPITOME OF SIN

zhongli, neuvillette x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: Neuvillette doesn’t know why he agreed to such a brazen proposal from his lover—that is, to sit and watch while the ex-Geo Archon shamelessly takes you for his pleasure.

CONTENT WARNING: smut (mdni), porn without plot, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, cuckolding (neuvillette), masturbation (neuvillette), pet names, established relationship with zhongli, not beta read.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

NOTES: this is a repost from my old blog! pls bear with me as i try to write new content ^^ for now, enjoy !! :3

Neuvillette always saw himself as a calm, and collected man; lilac gaze mirroring the cerulean tranquil waters of the Weeping Willow of the Lake—he was never the one to unnecessarily raise his voice nor show the expression of anger. At least that’s what his lover, you, had said to him from one’s astute observation.

So why was the Chief Justice the complete opposite right this very moment? Heart thrumming against his chest like the speed of the harsh winds in Loch Urania; blood boiling like hot vermillion lava from the volcanos of Natlan, Neuvillette seethed at the wickedly sinful sight in front of him—teeth clenched, nails digging into the poor azure fabric of the sofa beneath him.

Your lover was painted crimson red, not knowing if it stemmed from anger, embarrassment, or lust.

Anger, because Neuvillette didn’t know why he had agreed to such an insane proposal. Though, insane was an understatement. He surveyed your sweat-covered naked body, rocking back and forth, back and forth from the forceful thrusts of another man—the geo archon. Rex lapis, Morax, Deus Auri, the usurper of the element of stone. He should be the only man sheathed beyond your walls so intimately; he should be the one pulling those saccharine moans from your soft lips; he should be the sole reason for your immense pleasure.

Embarrassment, because Neuvillette was too turned on at the sight before him to admit—though, his cock pushing against the navy slacks he donned was more than a telling sign. He was ashamed, felt absolutely filthy for getting aroused at such an outlandish sight.

There were so many things wrong here and, yet Neuvillette had the audacity to be horny; he would give himself the heaviest sentence in the history of Fontaine, for heaven’s sake.

The Iudex could feel his skin prickle, diminutive sharp kisses shooting all over his heated skin, fingers wanting to claw at the unbearable itch it left behind. He felt feverish but he couldn’t take his lilac gaze away from tracing your bare body—the way it responded to the heavenly pleasure Zhongli gave.

Lust, because at the end of the day—dragon or not—Neuvillette’s body responded the same way as a human’s body would when exposed to a sexual stimuli.

The Chief Justice practically gawked at his dear lover and Zhongli on the bed; mouth slightly parted, tongue ever so lightly swiping at his bottom lip in effort to satiate his growing thirst.

All Neuvillette could hear were your dulcet moans reverberating throughout his cerulean-walled quarters, the way your pretty eyes rolled back in pure bliss; brows knitted in full concentration on your impending orgasm. Oh, Neuvillette wanted to be desperately inside you but all he could do was sit there.

Sit there and watch as Zhongli sinfully fucked you with enough drive to vex your lover. Outside, the people in the Court of Fontaine began to scramble for shelter at the first signs of water droplets beginning to fall from the azure sky; grey clouds looming over the Nation of Many Waters as it prepares for a downpour.

“Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don’t cry.”

Zhongli brazenly teases with a strained voice, his amber eyes glowing like gold, piercing right through Neuvillette. The latter lets out a firm sigh, nails digging further into the softness of the seat.

“Please, don’t hold yourself back, Monsieur. We’re all here to have fun, aren’t we?” the dark-haired man continues before repositioning your naked body. Zhongli hauls you up like a rag doll, both arms secured behind your back with his hand while the other makes its way to the strands on your head.

He faced you towards Neuvillette—who sat there with blown pupils, holding onto the last piece of his sanity and reputation—before pounding into you again; balls slapping against your soaked entrance with every forceful thrust.

Letting out a sweet whimper, you stare starry-eyed at your lover as his hand wanders down to the apex of his legs.

Zhongli clicks his tongue as he feels you clenching around his hard cock, and holds you against his sweaty chest, changing the angle of his thrusts. “O-Oh god!” you moan out as his tip kisses the saccharine spot within your velvety walls, shocks of icy pleasure caressing your spine.

If it wasn’t for Zhongli’s hold, you would have fallen onto the mattress from the sheer strength of his thrusts and the pleasure alone.

The divine man behind you growls, lips situated dangerously close to your ear, “Yeah . . ? that’s right I’m your god.” Zhongli growls, loud enough for the Hydro Sovereign to hear, his tone unrecognisable—it was a far cry from the usual smoothness of his voice.

The ivory-haired man mirrored Zhongli’s growls yet it didn’t contain the same carnal hunger as the latter, no, it was pure rage.

White, hot anger seethed from Neuvillette’s sitting figure as Zhongli spoke that very sentence, what a disgrace.

The Chief Justice sat there, every fibre of his body tingling and burning with silent chaos—like the calm before a thunderous storm, serene yet brimming with such force. You vigorously nod at Zhongli’s retort, even going as far as trying to form your own coherent reply only to come out in a twist of saccharine moans.

There was no hiding the rapid rise and fall of Neuvillette’s chest despite the expensive layers of cerulean fabric he donned.

The sensation was too overwhelming for him, pressure uncomfortably pressed on every dip and curve of his body to the point where he couldn’t feel anything—no, he could feel everything.

Everything at once and it drove the Iudex absolutely insane. The jealousy, the lust, the embarrassment, it weaved its way down to his very core. Neuvillette didn’t know what he wanted to do, all your lover knew was that he needed a release. Now.

Neuvillette uncomfortably shuffled atop the plush of the cerulean sofa, delicate hands moving as fast as the lightnings that scattered throughout Inazuman waters.

It was beyond shameful to be acting this way, his fingers fumbling the metal zipper of his slacks. Before you knew it, your’s and Zhongli’s moans were accompanied by Neuvillette’s sinful ones—he didn’t hold back, almost as if he had completely let go of himself, his reputation, his standing with the Lord of Geo.

The Iudex of Fontaine was reduced to nothing but a common whore, shamelessly filling the walls of his own quarters with brazen moans beyond his control.

It was a sight to see.

Too bad the intense jolting of your naked body from Zhongli’s forceful thrusts were getting in the way from being able to properly see your lover’s fucked out expression but the desperate strokes of his hand was enough for you—enough to let you know that Neuvillette somewhat found pleasure in this despite the bizarreness of it.

He moaned, and grunted your name into the heights of the ceiling like there was no tomorrow; you’ve never seen him like this before—always the modest sighs and grunts whenever you had sex with him but nothing more.

Neuvillette’s body was feverish, millions of tiny prickles spreading like wildfire as he stroked and stroked at his hard cock, hoping to finally reach that sweet release with you.

You moaned, a messy mix of both their names, earning a sharp hiss from the two males as they sucked in a sharp breath.

“I-I’m close. . Fuck . . !” “That’s it my sweet girl. Show your lover how good I’ll make you cum.” Zhongli whispers, licking a long stripe up the side of your sweaty neck, golden gaze locked onto Neuvillette’s, taunting him.

If it weren’t for the pleasure he was chasing this very moment, Neuvillette wouldn’t have thought twice before pulling you off the archon but his legs were trembling with icy bliss, unable to even take a few steps.

As if on cue, you clamp your walls around Zhongli’s cock, letting out a lewd sound before cumming. Your naked body hardened with pleasure, teeth gritting and digits curling as waves of bliss ran through your veins.

You couldn’t even hear Zhongli’s velvety praises as you came, the next thing you knew was that your moans became muffled—your face harshly coming into contact with the ivory sheets beneath as Zhongli pushed your head down to sinfully arch your back even more. He gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and fisting his cock above your exhausted form, shooting endless ropes of hot cum onto your back as he moaned your name.

To his dismay, Neuvillette was the last to cum which meant you and Zhongli were able to see his current state in all its glory—all flushed and sweaty from desperately fisting his cock, moaning your name out with such need like he was a dragon in heat.

Hot cum coated his pale fingers, he sat there, cock still hard and catching his breath. Neuvillette had his eyes solely on you, like a quiet predator sizing up its main course for the night.

Maybe Neuvillette should show the Lord of Geo how to actually fuck you dirty until you and him were the epitome of sin.

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tarantulasnot · 26 days ago

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HOKY GUACAMOLE RMEEEEOOOWWWRRRR

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tarantulasnot · 26 days ago

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PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING AGAGGHHHHHHH

If you're an author of a fanfic (no matter if it's on-going or not) and writing on platforms such as AO3, tumblr, wattpad, etc. please know that there are readers who actively put fanfiction writings into ChatGPT

These people usually AI-generate new chapters for awaiting fanfictions, their impatience causes authors get their work stolen and fed to AI which actively harms people and their creative writing

Here is a post on Twitter on how to protect your fanfiction on AO3, to prevent someone from feeding it to ChatGPT

IF you are someone who does this and say that you "appreciate the story and a huge fan of a certain author's work" know that the author and the whole writing community hates you, congratulations! Because of your actions, not only have you harmed the environment but also harmed an author's writing. Stop.using.ai.

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tarantulasnot · 1 month ago

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This is literally just me being horny.

W: lot of dirty talking, r!receiving, fingering, pussy eating, mention of aftercare

Imagine if you told Vi you had trouble coming when you were having sex and she was determined to prove you wrong

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"yes baby...like that...be a good girl..let go for me...just let go...fuck fuck like that baby, come all over my fingers...come all over my fucking fingers...good girl".

That's what Vi would have said is she hadn't had her head trapped between your legs, her tongue lapping and sucking shamelessly on your clit as her fingers worked deep inside of you. Instead she dig her nails into your thigh with her free hand, holding you as still as possible as wave after wave of pleasure washed all over you, making you all squirmy under her, as you kept on whispering low "fuckfuckfuck", unable to hold your whimpers back.

She wasn't stopping, she was fucking you so good through your orgasms, looking at you like a starved animal. Knuckles deep in your wet cunt, giggling with a wide, smug smirk as she tilt her head up, her chin was covered in your come, but she couldn't care less, her only purpose in life in this moment was to make you come again. "See? Told ya I could have made you come, uh? You're clenching so hard on me, fuck baby you really needed it. Just relax then and give me another one."

She was rumbling more then herself than to you, since she was so lost in the moment that her gaze was absolutely feral, pupils completely dilated as she found herself completely unable to look away from your soaked pussy.

Her thumb was hitting and circling so deliciously your swollen overstimulated clit, making you unable to let out any sound except for your loud cries. "You just...fuck...just needed someone who could actually fuck you, mh? Lucky you, you found me. I'll make you come anytime you want, anytime you ne-oh y'gonna give me another? Yeah? Feels good? Come on then, give it to me baby. Good girl, good fucking girl...gods you're so pretty when you come for me". She felt you clench around her fingers even harder than before and she was sure she would have got off this filthy image of you completely spread, dripping and naked on her bed until the end of her life.

When she felt you completely collapsed in the bed, she slowly pulled her fingers out, taking them to her own mouth "Mmh..you taste so fucking good" she mumble before pressing them to your lips "Taste yourself too off of my fingers...like that baby...fuck...how can you look so fucking pretty all the time, mh? Makes me want to fuck you again? No? too much? need a moment? Of course babe, of course. Yeah let me get you some water. You just lay there, don't need to take care of anything, I'm here for you, love"

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tarantulasnot · 1 month ago

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cw: premature ejaculation, sextoys, dom!gn!reader

IMAGINE

fucking a virgin guy with a fleshlight. watching him sob and writhe underneath you as the tightness of the toy makes him cum in three pathetic thrusts. don't stop. use it on him until all that comes out of him are pathetic whimpers and moans. watch as he falls apart, his balls empty and orgasms dry.

gepard landau, dr. ratio, leviathan (obey me!), alhaitham, diluc ragnvindr, neuvillette

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tarantulasnot · 1 month ago

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I am so obsessed with tighnari its bad

content. mdni 18+

tighnari ft. sethos !! mating season

cw. breeding, mentions of knotting, emotional (sexual) support sethos

"you can take it.. know you can. you're doing so good, habibti." sethos whispered sweetly, soft hand gliding underneath your jaw as you drooled, thumb slowly wiping the saliva off your face. behind you was a feral tighnari, who was only ever like this during heat. plap plap plap! his hips pounded relentlessly into your exhausted pussy, growling lowly. you could barely hear sethos over tighnari's babbling and your own pornographic moans.

"more.. need more." tighnari mumbled. his teeth were bared, nose scrunched and his restracted claws dug into the fat of your hips, his own drool overflowing his mouth and dribbling down onto your back side. "need to breed.. gonna breed you."

cum slowly seeped out of your used cunt with each rough slam, having already came inside you a couple times beforehand. white slipped onto the forest floor, mixed in with your clear slick. tighnari panted and whined from behind you, tail swishing wildly while sethos sat calmly in front of your bent over body, encouraging you with his cock in his hand.

"i kind of like you like this.." he muttered, leaning down to meet your lips in a messy kiss. "i'm jealous of tighnari. i want a turn, too." his tongue teasingly slid against yours, swallowing whatever spit pooled in your mouth with a satisfied hum. tighnari's eyes snapped to sethos and his jaw clenched, heat driven mind incapable of controlling himself. he gave a warning growl to his close friend, pupils expanding. the darker skinned male snickered.

"maybe next time." he smiled sweetly at tighnari, whimpering softly on your reattached lips, thumb running over his slit. you eagerly swallowed sethos's tongue, sucking on the muscle mindlessly.

"c—cumming !" sethos's mouth caught your words, body convulsing without a second to waste. nails ripped claw marks into the dirt beneath you. a tear or two had streamed down the flushed cheeks of your fucked out face, whining loudly in overstimulation. your body was exhausted from endless orgasms, falling fully to the ground, cheek pressed against the ground. " 'ts too much !"

the wiggling of your hips in an attempt to get away from tighnari was futile. it only deemed a challenge to the animal instincts hidden within tighnari's core. with a huff, he slammed roughly into you. your walls expanded as he pushed his knot through, slotting himself as deep as possible. white painted your walls for the hundredth time, tummy filling up with the warmth of his kin. at the same time, the thick white sperm from sethos landing on the floor in front of you went unnoticed but his loud groan hadn't. he just wanted to cum at the same time as one of you. his hips stuttered and bright green eyes stuck to your facial expression. he was just as in love with you as tighnari was. but he'd never say that to your face. he could watch you for hours.

your throat was dry, whimpering even as it strained as tighnari slowly pulled out. only to begin again, a non-stop piston. he was still full of energy. even sethos found himself surprised.

"just one more.. 'm sorry. need it. one more?" tighnari whined with a sudden snap back to his senses, tongue falling from his mouth as he panted. "i love you, 'm sorry."

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tarantulasnot · 1 month ago

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✭ pairing(s): boothil x reader x gallagher

✩ inspo: Disease by Lady Gaga

★ in which: you and boothill find quite the catch while on a 'vacation' in penacony.

✧ a/n: ive been cooking this up for a while but i FINALLY got the motivation to finish it. oh. boy. do i need these two in such a carnal way UGHHH. BIBLICAL EVEN! i admit... these two are the only reason ive been writing for hsr lately :,) happy valentines day i guess. nothing more romantic then cucking

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn reader, afab reader (no use of breasts), threesome, established relationship (boothill/reader), boothill doesnt have a cock, biting, fingering, p in v, creampie, cuck boothill, cum eating, porn no plot (sorta), not proofread

✎ wc: 4.3k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

You and Boothill had the same taste in people, and it was one of the things that had brought you together. Obviously, you loved the cowboy, all rough ‘n’ tough, yet still so soft for you and only you. And he loved you equally, if not more. That was uncontested. But you both could appreciate others, as well. Especially older men, (un)fortunately. You two can’t help it. A good silver fox can’t help getting a hold of your hearts. But even moreso, you two could appreciate a man who was just a little bit of a mess, a man who needed maybe just a little work.

Lucky for you two, you had been blessed. When Boothill announced he’d be going to Penacony (“Not for pleasure, ‘kay sugar? Only business.” Is what he said. What a lie.), you practically jumped at the idea. You wanted to get out of the house, personally, and also wanted a little taste of his life. Downtime with him was rare, so why not just… join him? And he obliged oh so easily to his darling lover. You didn’t even have to pull out the puppy eyes to get him to crack. So it was a win on your part, you got to enjoy a nice little expensive vacation with your boyfriend, and he got to have you along for the ride.

However, it was a blessing in disguise. One night you had finally convinced Boothill to get a drink with you, finding a nice little bar at the top floor of the Dreamscape Reverie. It felt classy enough, yet it wasn’t too expensive. A welcoming atmosphere, aside from the few oddities here and there. Not that you cared. You were getting a nice little date in one of the most sought after places with your partner. What more could you want?

That’s when God’s perfect man walks in. Or out. You don’t remember. Fluffy and messy brown hair, eyebags that put yours to shame, messy shirt and tie, body hair peeking out between the gap in his shirt, while the button holds on for dear life, and just enough chub to make you straighten up. Both you and Boothill’s jaws drop at the sight. A slew of naughty things invade your mind, and it's as if you and Boothill are suddenly telepathic. You can tell what he’s thinking by the gleam in his eye, and he can tell by the way you clear your throat and pretend like everything’s normal.

Now, you two don’t talk much about every handsome stranger you’d see. But something about the way the man carried himself, so nonchalant, yet so passionate when he was mixing drinks, it had both of you chatting about him for days. Seeing a man so fine has even stopped Boothill’s thought processes, throwing away whatever he was doing to chase down this handsome man. It leads to you two taking a seat at the Holstery every night, theorizing about him and every other aspect. If he was a whiskey or a bourbon man, if he was as skilled in other things other than mixology, and much more.

Boothill was bold enough to talk to him a couple of times, taking it in his hands to flirt juuust a little, to get the hint across. You, on the other hand, chose to stay quiet, afraid that the shamelessness of your thoughts would manifest in words. You weren’t about to pounce. While it was true you only had a couple more days, you were too scared to approach. Boothill was more than happy to shoot his shot for the both of you.

As of now, you had two days left in Penacony, before Boothill had to catch his bounty and turn them in. Obviously, he was putting it off. This old man has caught his eye and he’d be damned if he would give up. You two had taken a seat at a table, chatting away as you enjoyed the last couple of sips of your SoulGlad, before Boothill took the bottle from you.

“C’mon, ain’t no lover of mine gonna drink this weak kinda stuff,” He huffs, swatting your hand away as you reach for the bottle. “Gotta have more refined tastes. Like–”

“You know I don’t like that stuff. Now gimme my drink back!” You huff and reach for it again, only for your hand to be swatted away once more. He tuts and leans back, rolling his eyes dramatically. “What? You gonna drink it?”

“Heck no! Just don’t want you gettin’ too into this stuff before we leave. Cause then you’ll be beggin’ me to take you back and get you some…”

He continues to prattle on, pulling the bottle away everytime you reach for it. This back and forth continues on for a little bit, Boothill doing his best to get you to finally try Malt Juice, or to admit you at least liked it. Of course, you could get up and just buy yourself another bottle. But there was no guarantee that Boothill wouldn’t take that one. Still, if he was going to be so annoying about a drink, you wouldn’t mind wasting a few more credits until he gave up.

Just as you are about to stand up, an arm stretches past your peripheral. You are ashamed to admit you know who’s arm it is.

“Hey now, if you’re not gonna give them their drink, figured they’d get one from me, on the house,” His rugged voice makes you squirm a little, something you aren’t exactly proud of. Or that you did well to hide. His eyes track your movement with a knowing grin. “Gotta treat your partner right.”

Boothill seems equally stunned (and possibly turned on?) as you are. As the man takes a seat, Boothill recovers quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, if I knew you’d be joinin’ us, I would’ve stolen their drink much sooner.”

“Heh. Coulda just asked, too,” The man shoots back, as you take a drink from your bottle. His eyes linger on you for a moment too long, only pulling away when you meet his gaze. “But I don’t think I’ve heard your names, yet. Gotta know my new favorite regulars.”

Boothill is quick to introduce the two of you, making conversation as the night continues. Somehow he’s able to hold onto your older bottle of SoulGlad throughout the entirety of it, while you sip on the one you got for free. It’s nice to finally have a name to the face; Gallagher. And goodness, he’s a lot more chatty than you thought. At some point, his lingering looks turn into hesitant touches. Tapping at Boothill’s hands, or nudging you to add your wisdom to the conversation.

You lose track of time, the other patrons slowly leaving until it was just you three. In that time, casual conversation turned into not-so-subtle innuendos, and eventually, Boothill is comfortable enough to shoot his shot.

“Well, Gallagher, me and my partner don’t have much time left here,” Boothill looks over at the man with hooded eyes and a smirk, “And we’d like… we’re lookin’ for some fun before we leave. If you catch my drift.”

Gallagher looks over at you, at Boothill’s words, and all you do is shoot him a wink and a smile, and he straightens at this, adjusting his tie.

“Alright, just let me help my friend close up the bar, and I guess we’ll be on our way,” He says with a smile, before pushing himself up and out of his seat and walking back off to the bar where a Halovian girl was cleaning glasses.

Boothill looks back at you with that same smirk, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm. “Well now, that was easy enough. Got a plan for tonight, sweetheart?”

“Hm, not really. Didn’t expect us to get this far, to be honest,” You shrug, watching Gallagher for a moment before turning your attention to Boothill. “Guess we’ll just see where it goes.”

“It’s all up to you. And him, I suppose. I’m happy doin’ whatever,” He shrugs, eyes lingering on your form. “But if you don’t want to do anythin’– I shoulda asked beforehand–”

“– I do want this, I mean–” You gesture towards Gallagher, who, even if he was doing the most banal closing tasks, was still hot. “– Look at him. I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that.”

“Alright, alright. But if you get uncomfortable at any point, you tell me, and we’ll stop it. My fault for askin’ him first before askin’ you,”

“Boots, you can practically read my mind. If you didn’t do it, I would’ve,”

Boothill chuckles, turning his head back to the bar. Now, Gallagher was chatting away with the other bartender, putting away cups and cleaning down the counters. After a moment, he catches both of you staring, and shoots the two of you a sly grin, before going back to his work. You cross your legs for no reason in particular, turning your gaze towards Boothill once more, blushing. He stared for a while longer, a cocky grin plastered to his face as he watched Gallagher move around the bar, before sighing and pushing himself up from his chair.

“C’mon, let’s wait for him by the doors,” He gestures towards the entrance as you hesitantly get up, “Don’t know if I can wait much longer…”

All you feel you can do is nod, reaching for his hand to squeeze. You felt the need to ground yourself, considering the heat that rose in your core. Boothill could easily rile you up, but having a man that was practically a stranger had the same effect on you, even if he was quite handsome, made you feel uneasy. In a horribly good way. It made your stomach flip-flop with anticipation.

“Awh, you that excited, darlin’?” He coos, his other hand reaching up and cupping your face. His thumb runs over your bottom lip, as he bites his own. “Bet we’ll make you feel real good– I know we will.”

A sinful shiver runs down your spine, before you’re able to retort and allow yourself some leeway before you inevitably melt, Gallagher joins you two at the door. Any hopes of being somewhat coherent and not seeming like a nymphomaniac were dashed the minute he looked down at you with a sleazy smile.

“We ready?” Gallagher hums, scratching the stubble underneath his chin and acting so goddamn nonchalant.

“Yes sir,” Boothill says, almost too excited. He seemed mighty proud of himself, hands falling from your face, placing one on the small of your back. Even the cold of his steel hand seeping through your clothes does little to dampen the burning arousal beneath your stomach. Ugh, you want to punch him for starting this fire too early.

Gallagher looks down at you and raises a brow, and you nod enthusiastically. “Alright,” He mutters, gesturing to the hallway down to the elevator. “Let’s get going, then.” He places his hand on your shoulder for a moment, warm and… welcoming, in a way, before he realizes that he may be overstepping, falling from your shoulder.

Walking in between these two men is practically suffocating. The heat between your legs refuses to die, making walking feel like a chore. When you look at Boothill, he walks with a pep in his step, some unnecessary confidence that you can’t figure out if it’s because he got you all hot and flustered, or if he was proud to have gotten Gallagher in bed with you two. Or both. It was probably both.

Gallagher, on the other hand, was walking like he just won the lottery. Sort of. He also had a smile on his face, but his steps were even and measured. It was difficult for you to keep your eyes on his face, wanting so badly to stare at his chest. Not that you wouldn’t see it when you got to your room, but it was just so damn tempting.

You’re able to reign yourself in for a moment, shifting anxiously between the two men as you wait for the elevator to go down. Both of them are having a conversation, or at least something like that. Unfortunately for you, you’re already so wound up that if you look up or try to tune into their words, you fear you’d only be digging your grave. Lucky for you, your room happens to be quite close to the elevators.

The minute the elevator dings, you are two steps ahead of the men, unable to keep up the facade that everything is totally normal and you totally aren’t turned on by the two men who were by your side. It felt like you’d die if you took another second outside of your room. Hastily, you pull out the keycard pressing it against the reader. Behind you, Boothill chuckles, shaking his head as you open the door.

“C’mon sugar, don’t be shy,” Boothill croons, waving you over. Your body moves on its own, or at least, that’s what you want to think. Eagerly walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Mh, that’s more like it.”

Boothill sits himself up, shuffling behind you. He wastes no time, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. His hands wrap around your waist, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it slowly. He bites down gently, eyes flitting up and meeting Gallagher’s gaze. Your eyes also fall on the man, dropping lower and lower until you’re met with the bulge in his pants. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, watching both you and Boothill’s movements. Some kissing and a little midriff and he’s already hard…? Shit, there could not have been a finer man for this night. You feel your nerves dissipate at man’s own weakness, and Boothill himself picks up on this.

“Fudge, look at you,” He utters, pulling away from your neck. “We invited you here for a reason, yeah? Don’t be afraid to get a piece.”

Once again, you find yourself trapped between the two men. Boothill has his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants all too quickly, while Gallagher sits on his heels and watches, palming his cock through his boxers. He lets out a satisfied groan as he does so, simply watching you through hooded eyes. You lift your hips a little, allowing Boothill to pull your pants down all the way. Once off, he chucks them somewhere in the room, hands sliding past the waistband of your underwear. While his fingers drift closer to your pussy, he keeps eye contact with Gallagher, gaze sly and lascivious. Gallagher himself leans in as Boothill leans past your shoulder, and the two share a lewd kiss. Before you can ogle, Boothill’s fingers find your clit, rubbing slow half-circles around it. You jolt a little, before resting your head against Gallagher’s shoulder, letting out a soft ‘mmh..’ in response.

A rumble vibrates through Gallagher’s chest at this, pulling away from Boothill. A line of spittle keeps them connected for only a moment, before breaking. He looks down at you with yet another sleazy grin, hand coming up and cupping the back of your head as Boothill’s fingers dared to dip lower, pressing against your entrance but not quite entering.

Gallagher’s fingers thread through your hair, oddly soothing as Boothill teases you. Gallagher’s other hand came down to his boxers, sliding them down. You can’t help but stare, watching as his cock springs free, a pearly white bead of precum glistening at the tip, which was flushed. You reach for it, but he catches you, shaking his head.

“Feeling like something else,” He purrs, eyes watching the way Boothill’s fingers worked in your underwear. Gallagher pulls his boxers all the way down, leaning back and propping himself up by the pillows.

You are more than happy to oblige, looking back at Boothill, to make sure he was still onboard. He nods and moves back, pulling his hand away from you, allowing you to position yourself. Replacing his hands, you take off your underwear, throwing them somewhere else within the room. Without hesitation, you push yourself further up, caging in Gallagher’s legs with your own. Readjusting yourself, you hover just above his cock.

Now, you can’t remember a time you took someone’s cock, seeing as Boothill didn’t have one. You didn’t mind, if you were missing the appendage, you could always work with a dildo. And regardless, you quite enjoyed how skilled Boothill was with his fingers and his mouth. But damn, looking down at Gallagher’s dick, hard and twitching, with the borderline sinful way he was looking up at you, waiting, perhaps there was a moment where you missed something like this… perhaps you’d have to have a nice little conversation with Boothill eventually.

Speaking of, his hands find their way back on your hips, as if to help position you. He doesn’t wanna miss a moment of this, not one second. “Go on darlin’,” He mutters, resting his head on your shoulder.

With that, you lower yourself, slowly. Taking in the tip, you can’t help but roll your head back. It’s thick, not too thick, but it’s something you can’t say you’ve felt in quite a bit. Gallagher himself groans, one large calloused hand finding home on your thigh, squeezing. With your neck bared, Boothill can’t help but pepper it with fleeting, ticklish kisses, satisfied hums following shortly after. He coaxes you to push down further, and you do. The stretch is delicious, causing your thighs to twitch a little.

“Fuuck…” You groan, placing your hand on Gallagher’s chest. You clench around him, biting your lip. You rock your hips forward just a little, to allow yourself to take in a little more of him, feeling insatiable.

“Just like that,” The man beneath you groans, taking in a sharp breath. He can’t help but buck his hips up, all too eager to get all of you.

Your nails dig into his chest as he does so, mewling softly. A couple more seconds and you're fully seated on his cock, already a sweaty, weak, pathetic mess above him. He places his other hand on your other thigh, before sliding both up to your waist, where Boothill’s hands were suddenly absent – a detail you didn’t notice. Gallagher allows you a moment to adjust, before guiding you up just barely a centimeter, finding it hard not to follow. You comply, weakly pulling yourself up just a bit, only for him to pull you back down. Sparks shoot up your body, causing you to arch further.

It’s a sinful synergy, using the strength in your knees to push yourself up while Gallagher helped you back down. He does it partially because he feels as if he can’t bear for you to leave him an inch untouched. He himself can’t remember the last time he had sex, and he’ll be damned if he lets go that easily.

Behind you, Boothill sits back on his heels. He stares, completely dazed. He isn’t jealous, far from it. The way you fit so well with Gallagher, the way you arch your back, the way you moan so sweetly everytime he pulls you back down– no, with every movement, fuck. It’s killing him. Not to mention the praises slipping past Gallagher’s lips, voice low and rough and just so damn hypnotizing. The way his smile faltered ever so slightly with just how good you were making him feel… he could almost get used to this.

For once, Boothill wished he had a dick. He wished the minute he walked out of the Doctor’s shop that he found someone to hook him up. He was so goddamn horny, it hurt. He didn’t want to be in Gallagher’s position, or yours, he simply wished he could jack off while watching this. The fact that he had absolutely no outlet to expend his desire was suffocating. Still, all he does is watch, mouth dry as your moans increase in pitch, as you trip and stumble over the man’s name.

A fire burns throughout your body now, pressure tightening with each stroke beneath your stomach. You found yourself clenching around Gallagher almost rhythmically, your moans turning into pants. Beneath you he grunts, eyes hazy and half-lidded with desire. He gave up on pulling you back down, choosing to simply thrust his hips up while you stayed in place and took it.

The sound of skin meeting skin, a hollow yet wet sound, echoed throughout the room. It was music to Boothill’s ears, causing him to whine softly and lean his head back. He was light-headed, mind hazy and fuzzy as he tried to not think of just how badly he wanted to cum right now. Fuck, he wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so bad, so fucking bad–

Just as he thinks that, a guttural groan tears from Gallagher’s throat, as he throws his head back and his hips stutter up. His fingers dig into your waist, his grip tightening to the point where it starts to hurt. His chest rises and falls rapidly, heaving heavily as he spills his load inside you. His thighs tense as he can’t help but push further up, like he needed more. His half-thrusts turn into semi-half-thrusts, short-lived and reckless. After another moment, you follow suit, that tight coil snapping, warmth blooming from your stomach and spreading through your veins. Your hips jerk backwards just once as you feel as if you can’t get enough air in, returning Gallagher’s grip on your hips in kind, raking your fingers down the fabric of his shirt.

After the initial buzz dies from your minds, you look down at Gallagher, who has propped his upper body up by his elbows. Rather than looking at you however, he’s looking behind you, at Boothill. Fuck, when did he pull away? When you turn to look at the man, he looks absolutely… astounded. His face is bright red, and he’s almost drooling. You swear you can see stars in his eyes.

“Ah, Boots…?” You call out cautiously, unsure if you want a reaction. Last thing you want is him short circuiting, but at the same time, you just let a stranger cum in you. At your words, however, he perks up.

“Y-Yeah, sugar? Doll? I– Yeah?” He speaks as if he was the one who just came.

“Here–” Gallagher grunts, lifting you up a little. You get the hint, pulling yourself off. You can’t help but shudder at the last tastes of friction, before sitting back with your legs spread.

Boothill’s eyes immediately zone in on your pussy, drooling with a mixture of yours and Gallagher’s cum. “Was it– did you– I mean, oh, fudge, darlin’ –”

Despite the fact that it is a rather lewd display, and the fact that it felt as if you were still coming down from your high, you couldn’t help but lean back a little, your confused expression morphing into one much more scandalous.

“Wanna clean me up?” You croon, tilting your head just the right amount to let your hair fall in front of your face.

Boothill nods eagerly, completely ignoring Gallagher for now; who was sliding off the bed and reaching for his pants and belt. Boothill practically scrambles into position, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer towards him, causing you to yelp and fall onto your back. He hoists your thighs up over his shoulders, quickly licking a fat stripe up your slit. Your hands fly to his hair, petting through it for a moment. He groans softly, eyes fluttering shut as he laps at the liquid between your legs. He’s all but devoured what was left of your spend, so quickly that it felt too quick. Not that you were disappointed, he made sure there was nothing left. A few more licks, followed by a gentle, almost reverent kiss to your clit, and he was done. He pulled back with a satisfied shine in his eyes, yet refused to sit up.

For a second, you look back up at Gallagher, who was standing by the doorway, sliding his belt into place. He himself seemed satisfied, but clearly had no desire to stay for long. Boothill, too stubborn to move from his favorite pillows, practically cuddled up to them, one hand reaching around to trace all the stretchmarks there. Gallagher afforded you two the decency of slipping out of the room through barely wide enough crack in the door, leaving you with a small wave of his hand as a ‘goodbye’.

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LADS twitter links 🔞 — ! acc. must be logged in for the link to work !

⌗ ZAYNE

. . . Giving him a reward after working so hard

. . . He didn't learn human anatomy for nothing

. . . I know you know that outfit

⌗ XAVIER

. . . He knows where to spend his energy

. . . Already giving up?

. . . Coming over to your apartment

⌗ RAFAYEL

. . . His pretty plaything

. . . You're his favorite canvas after all

. . . At his service

⌗ SYLUS

. . . He couldn't help himself

. . . Fucking you in the clothes he bought

. . . This is just so him

⌗ CALEB

. . . Size kink. Thats it.

. . . Making the plushies (he won for you) watch

. . . Creampie with him always hits

[ A/N ⨾ lmk if u guys want more 😉 ]

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tarantulasnot · 1 month ago

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LEON KENNEDY TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— nipple/breast play, spanking, pussy slaps, fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, blowjob, squirting, hair pulling, creampie, size difference, slapping, choking, bdsm, 69.

WARNINGS— 19 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

leon making sure to give your boobies extra attention

spanking the brat out of you

when he reminds you that it's supposed to be a punishment by leaving you on edge

leon knows his big muscles make your pussy drip

he's a head pusher when you give him oral

getting fucked by his thick fingers you can't help but squirt

sometimes sex is what the both of you need mid arguement

he's just so rough, and you eat it up everytime

couldn't even get undressed properly, he just needed your cunt around him now

leons a munch, everyone knows

he knows you're fucking mess under those panties

jerking his cum into your swollen pussy

leon secretly loves the fact he's too big for you

fwb!leon reminding you that you're his, no matter who you're fucking

wall fucking is peak in his eyes

the movie playing in the background is forgotten within ten minutes

trying out bdsm with leon

he knows he's good at what he does

leon using your mouth

ffiolette

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ok SOMEBODY at hoyo knew what they were doing with that encounter in the new event right

reader + boothill are already in a relationship. gn reader. nsft / 18+ content. extremely poor hardware etiquette in the form of wire play. you know how it goes. also on ao3

For a split second, when Boothill pulls you into that alley hours after dark, you're certain that you're about to have to beat some mugger's ass for daring to lay hands on you. But as you whip around, you see familiar eyes – so you suppose you should spare him the pain.

"What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you?" you scold, swatting him away; you hiss when your knuckles smack right into his metal.

"What, ain't ya happy to see me, sugar?" he bemoans, and you frown when you hear his voice. The normally subtle static that's beneath it has multiplied several times over, crackling like he's speaking over an old radio.

"I'd be a lot happier if you didn't scare the shit out of me," you mutter dryly. "What's up with your voice?"

He sighs in a way that seems genuinely weary, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, that's why I pulled ya in here." He raps his knuckles on his abdomen, and something about the hollow sound feels exceptionally humorous right now. "Somethin' went all fudgin' screwy, n' now I'm havin' all sorts a' problems. Vision's shortin' out, mostly. Sensitivity settings are all forked up, too."

You frown, now genuinely concerned. "Are you alright, honeybee? Any pain?"

His lip quirks a little fondly. "Nah. Just a pain in the ash, if ya feel me. Real issue is that I can't reach the damn panel that's causin' problems."

"…So why don't you go to the mechanic?"

"Well, I would, but there's nobody safe in this city, n' I've got a target lurkin' around here somewhere." He scratches his cheek, looking particularly annoyed. "Don't wanna leave n' let the bastard slip while I'm gone, but if I go for him now, my eyes might go out at a bad time."

You nod slowly. "So you need me to give you a hand, huh?"

"If it ain't too much trouble," he drawls, as if he doesn't love to pester you at every possible opportunity.

Slowly, you smirk, leaning against the wall of the alley. "I think you're forgetting something."

For a moment, he blinks at you cluelessly. You can practically see the gears churning in his brain. When it finally clicks, he rolls his eyes and sighs like you've just sentenced him to death, although he can't quite contain the little quirk of his lip.

"Please, sweetpea?" he whines.

"You can do better than that," you tut, waggling your finger at him dramatically.

He sighs even harder than the last time, and suddenly, he has you on the back-foot, because he steps close and leans toward you, one hand braced on the wall next to you. Your heart stutters in your chest when he hooks a finger under your chin, his mouth twisting into a victorious grin.

"Pretty please, angel? Won't ya give your poor ol' lover a hand?" he purrs, the heat of his breath washing over your lips. "I'll be good for you, honey. Promise. I can reward ya, too, if that's what you're after."

You blink at him, your brain completely empty. "I– Um…"

He leans just a bit closer, so close to your lips that you can almost feel the warmth of him, and you make a strangled noise when he suddenly freezes, scowling heartily. "Eyes just went out again," he grumbles, pulling away. You're immediately dissatisfied with the distance. "Can't even see the look on your face now."

God, he is such a bastard. "Alright, alright. Let's get on with it." Then, you grin wickedly. "Pants off."

He gapes at you. "What the fork did you just say?"

You bark out a laugh. Worth it. "Well, I don't know where the panel is. Could be in your ass, for all I know."

He guffaws, shaking his head fondly. "It's on my back."

"Close enough."

He grumbles something under his breath, then turns around.

"Right, uh…" There's a faint click, a whirr, and a hiss, and suddenly, one of the plates near the center of his back pops open ever-so-slightly. "See the plate above the chargin' port? The one that just came loose? Should be a lil' button ya can push behind the dip at the top. Uh… Press twice."

You hum as you lean closer, following his direction. Your touch is gentle, but he shivers anyway as you find the button. You press it twice in rapid succession, jumping a little as the plate pops out even further, sliding up and out of the way – but you're even more startled by the way he hisses, hunching against the wall.

"Son of a–" he grits out.

Your heart jumps with alarm. "You okay, bee?"

"Yeah, j– just… Sensitivity's all over the place right now," he says, sounding strained.

Damn. This must be worse than you thought. Now you're sort of regretting teasing him. "Right. I'll be careful."

You kneel down behind him, fumbling to grab your phone and turn on the light. Now that you can actually see, you more carefully examine the structure within. The titanium structure of his spine is blocking most of your view, but you'll have enough space to stick your hand in around it. It's a surprisingly organized nest of wires, but damn are there a lot.

"Uh… circuit board near the top left," he says, a subtle shake to his voice. "Should be some loose wires in there, if I'm right."

You squint, having to kneel a little further to get a glimpse of it. You angle your phone light, and sure enough, you can see the one he's talking about. There's a kaleidoscope of colored wires attached, but two of them are dangling and disconnected.

"Yeah, I see them. There's a black one and a green one, and a red one that looks kinda loose."

He sighs with some measure of relief, his voice crackling with static. "Plug those back in, n' it should be good. Ports should be labelled."

Carefully, you reach in, fixing your fingers around the black wire. But the moment you line up the connector and start to fit it into the corresponding port, he gasps raggedly. You freeze, your eyes darting up in concern. You can see his fingers digging into the brick beside him, shaking subtly.

"Are you alright?" you ask, genuinely worried.

He makes a strangled noise in reply, and the moment you pull the wire away, he slumps like a puppet with cut strings. You can hear his whole body rattling, the metal plates clinking against each other in a way that might've been comical if you weren't so concerned.

You can hear the audible noise of him swallowing. "I– I'm fine. Just…"

Suddenly, it hits you.

You've helped him with issues like this before, and you know what he sounds like when he's in pain. This is very decidedly not like that. If anything, it sounds a lot like…

"Oh my god," you blurt before you can stop yourself. "Are you– Is this–"

"Shut your damn mouth," he whines, and in a blink, the entire situation flips on its head.

You grin, wide and devious. "Baby's feeling a little sensitive, huh?" you croon.

"I said, shut your damn– Ah!"

He gasps when you press the connector against the port again, just barely fitting it in; you can see the plastic clips meant to lock it bending, ready to snap into place, but you're hovering just millimeters too far for it to be fully seated. You sit there, waiting as you watch him shake, oh-so quietly whimpering under his breath.

"Just– P– Please, just…" he whines, tight and desperate, and it goes right down your spine and settles in your gut. Fuck, it should be a crime to sound that pretty. He's so unfair.

Finally, you click it into place, and his whole body shudders like you just took the head of his cock into your mouth.

Oh, you can't believe you've never done something like this before. It's so hard to wreck a man that can literally numb his nerves at a moment's notice, but right now, he's utterly at your mercy.

"This don't even… I– I shouldn't be– be able to feel that," he pants.

You hum in consideration. "Are any of these wires connected to anything essential?"

He laughs in a way that's almost comically nervous. "W– What? I… No, but–"

You grab the blue wire on the left, pinch the clips locking it into the port, and pull.

His voice crackles with static as he moans, clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound. You don't relent, though, because you press it right back in, jamming it into place mercilessly. His hips actually buck at that, and that plants a very, very devious thought in your mind.

Without pushing the clips in to unlock it, you grab the wire by the connector and slowly tug on it, applying pressure as his voice breaks.

"B– Baby, oh, you can't– I–"

Without letting go, you get to your feet, pressing as close to his back as you can. You fumble to turn off your phone light, then shove it carelessly in your pocket. With your newly freed hand, you reach around toward his front, resting your fingers on his belt and leaning in close to his ear.

"Take your cock out, bee," you purr, slowly beginning to slide the leather out of the loop. You can see him shiver at the sound of your voice so close.

"You're c– crazy," he hisses, then gasps as you reverse the pressure on the wire, now pushing inward against the circuit board. He doesn't stop you as you undo his belt, though, tugging it to release the buckle and letting it fall away.

"Yeah," you croon, your fingers seeking out the button on his jeans. "And you like it, don't you?"

You don't give him a chance to reply, because you suddenly switch over to the black wire again, going by touch as you pinch the clips and pull it back out. He makes a strangled noise, bucking his hips again as you lower his zipper.

You're proven right when you hear the subtle whirr of machinery, of his plates rearranging as he takes out his cock from its internal compartment. You grin wickedly, rewarding him by clicking the wire back into place. He moans, long and ragged into the palm of his hand, but he's so loud that it doesn't do much to muffle it.

"Careful, baby. Don't wanna get too loud, do you?" Without giving him time to recover, you swap over to where you think the red wire is, gradually beginning to rock it against the port but not letting it snap into place. "It'd be a shame if someone saw you like this, moaning like a little whore for me. Or maybe you'd enjoy that, huh?"

His hips jolt again, and you're certain that he's already dripping with precome. "T– That's not… You–"

You cut him off by grasping his tip, snickering quietly at the wetness you find there. So easy. He damn near wails at the pressure, his whole body shaking as he tries to strangle the sounds you're prying out of him. You're relentless, though, slowly pumping your fist down his shaft and smearing the lubricant under your touch.

"No? You wouldn't?" you hum. You lean closer, so close that your lips graze his ear. "You're such a liar. You're dripping, honey."

He shakes his head, but he can't deny the way that he shudders with the next pass of your hand. "'S not– Mm! N– Not fair–"

"Yeah, it isn't, huh?" You pinch the clips to prevent the wire from locking, then press it all the way in. "I could do anything to you right now, baby. And you probably wouldn't even be able to stop me."

Slowly, you start to rock the connector in and out, even and steady in the same rhythm you'd fuck him with. He pants into his palm, whimpering with every pass.

"Oh, but let's be honest… You wouldn't stop me anyway, would you?" you croon, grinning deviously. "You like this, don't you? You like being at my mercy?"

He doesn't reply, occupied as he is. He starts to buck his hips in time with the movement of the wire, fucking your fist with a desperation that has your mouth watering. You still your hand, forcing him to take initiative. He takes up the task in your stead without a breath of complaint, rocking into your grip desperately.

Slowly, you start to lightly twist the connector, feeling the resistance of the port as you ease the pressure on.

"Answer me, bee."

"Yes!" he gasps, and you smile, rewarding him for his honesty by releasing the wire. You go to a new one you haven't fiddled with yet, then pull it out without ceremony just to hear him whine.

"Good boy," you purr, and you can actually feel his cock twitch against your palm, his hips stuttering. God, that never gets old.

You slow down the pace you're moving the wire with, and a thrill runs up your spine when his hips instinctively follow your guidance. You tighten your grip around his cock just a little, listening to his breath hitch. You can hear the slick noise of him fucking into your fist, the sound of his precome smearing obscenely along the length of him. Part of you mourns the fact that you can't suck him off in this position, but the way he's shivering under your touch is too perfect.

"F– Faster, please– Oh! Please, sugar…"

The confirmation that he's following your pace is fucking intoxicating. There's something absolutely euphoric about having a man this powerful quaking under your touch, begging you for permission.

"Yeah? Greedy boy wants more?" you hum, nibbling at his ear just to feel him jump. Cruelly, you slow the pace of the wire even further, grinning when he whines in open frustration. Despite that, though, he follows your lead, slowing down to a crawl as his cock twitches under your fingers.

"Please. Need more. I'll– I'll do anything, baby, please," he whimpers, hunching even further against the wall.

A tempting offer, admittedly… But you have something planned already, so you'll let it slide for now.

You click the red wire back into place, then grasp onto the green. He takes a ragged breath when you slide it in, pinching the clips yet again to grant you free movement. Then, you start to rock it into him, just like before, gradually speeding up the pace. He moans brokenly into his palm, thrusting into your fist with a desperation that feels almost animalistic in its intensity. He chokes when you start to move your hand with him, his hips stuttering frantically as his cock twitches.

He gasps with the next pass, his whole body rattling. "I'm– Oh, honey, I'm–"

"Don't come yet," you murmur. "I'm not done."

He's shaking so hard that it might've been a little concerning if you weren't so busy savoring it. There's something so exceptional about wrecking him like this, about ruining him like this. With his plates open, you can hear the quiet hiss of his hydraulics tightening, shivering in preparation for a devastating orgasm. You can feel his internals heating up, the air around your hand steadily warming as his body fights to dispel the building heat.

He bows his head, his voice crackling as he groans. He's nearly unintelligible when he stutters, "I– I can't–"

"What, can't help yourself? Gonna come?" you croon, your voice tilting with mockery. "Go on, pretty boy. See what happens. Just don't be mad at me when you pay the price."

Eager to torture him, you speed up just a little more, tightening your fingers around his length as he struggles. His head shakes frantically, and he starts to babble; his voice is beginning to go out, rendering his words completely incomprehensible. You swear you can feel his heartbeat echoing through his entire body, rapid and thunderous. His fist is balled up tight, pressing hard against the wall as if the tension can save him. But he's the one fucking into your hand like a dog; he's the one moaning like a whore into his palm; he's the one tightening like a spring, ready to burst at a moment's notice.

With a whisper, you break him. "Come."

You can feel the moment he snaps like a bowstring.

He cries out your name as he reaches his peak, so loud that it makes your heart jump before his voice shorts out entirely. His cock jumps and twitches in your palm as come spills out of him, hitting the brick below in thick ropes. It'd feel like a waste if he didn't sound so fucking incredible right now. You follow his pace as his hips jerk, chasing the stimulation, dragging out his high for as long as possible.

It's almost a pity that his voice went out. He always sounds so fucking pretty, all broken and needy in a way that makes you hungry.

Gradually, he slows, his breath hitching uncontrollably as he bucks shallowly into your grasp. With a final whimper as you click the wire into place once more, he falls limply against the wall, still rattling with the aftershocks as he pants.

You really wish you could see him. The face he makes after he comes is always stunning.

…That'll have to wait, though – because you have unfinished business.

Without warning, you ruthlessly yank out one of the wires, smiling as a startled moan tears from his throat. It gets even louder when you rub your thumb tauntingly across his tip, cruelly grinding the pad of your finger into the very end of his head. Then, you start to stroke his cock again in earnest. Your grin widens when he jolts, struggling against your grasp as if he couldn't overpower you in the blink of an eye.

"B– Baby, wait, wait, I can't–" he pants, his voice straining, then breaking as you pull another wire.

"I told you you'd pay for it," you sing. "Don't act surprised."

You speed up, stroking his cock even faster as he twitches and squirms. You pull another, savoring the ragged moan that tears out of him.

"Mercy– Oh! Mercy, baby, please–"

You pull another. His hips jolt involuntarily into your fist.

"That's not the safe word," you coo.

You can't remember the last time you heard him this wrecked. It's glorious. He pants and whines, his back arching when you swipe your thumb across his head again.

"I'm–"

His voice cuts out entirely when you pull the next one.

You don't feel bad about it. If he really wanted you to stop, all he'd have to do it reach down and grab your wrist, or even just tap you twice. He's not going to, though.

You know very well that he loves this just as much as you do.

Which is why you don't feel guilty about pulling another wire, then another, then another, steadily speeding up the pace of your hand. With his voice cut off, the only noise is the sound of his heavy breathing, the obscene noise of you stroking his cock, the click of wires being disconnected, and the quiet hum of machinery that always radiates from him – though the latter is exceptionally loud right now. You can feel his body shuddering again, already forced back to the brink.

"Go on, bee," you purr. "Go ahead. One more time for me, sweet boy."

You plug in the cord connected to his voice just in time to hear the broken wail that wrenches from his throat. It's loud, and if nobody heard the two of you before, they probably have now – but frankly, you don't give a damn when he sounds that fucking pretty, that fucking perfect. You work him through it, remaining steady while he shakes and shivers under your grasp. Another load spills against the wall, though plenty of it leaks onto your hand this time, smearing under your fingers, thick and creamy and damn, you really want to taste him.

His comedown is much faster this time around, and it feels a bit like he crashes back into reality. The moment his whimpering changes, edged with genuine discomfort, you let him go. All at once, he slumps down into the wall, panting raggedly.

His breath hitches when you take your hand off his cock. You don't even think twice before laving your tongue across your palm, swiping up the mess he left there. It's as mild as usual, musky and tangy and a little salty, but it's the gesture that has your heart skipping more than anything.

When you get the worst of it off, you unceremoniously wipe your hand on your pant leg. No need for modesty at this point. "Want me to reconnect everything, honeybee?"

Wordlessly, he nods, moving with the sort of mellow lethargy that usually arrives on the coattails of orgasms. Your lips quirk, but, true to your word, you get back onto your knees to peer back into his internals.

You quickly switch on your phone light again (and make a mental promise that you'll clean it later), then get to work fitting everything back in their proper places. He shudders and whines with every click, but you don't tease him any further, certain that he's probably worn out by now. You make short work of the rest, and when you settle the final one into place, he sighs and somehow slumps even further into the wall.

With your phone returned to your pocket, you get back to your feet, watching with no small amount of interest as the plate on his back withdraws and clicks back into place. His body is so damn fascinating. You've got to ask him to give you a full tour, one of these days.

Now, though, you lean up and curl your arms around his waist, molding tightly to his back. He's warm, still dispelling the heat he'd built up, and you're shameless about basking in it. Although…

You can't help yourself. Smugly, you begin, "So, that–"

"Not a word," he growls, though you're somewhat relieved to note that his voice is back to normal.

You can't bite back a snicker. "Look, if I knew you were this into wire play, I would've–"

Your heart leaps into your throat when he whirls around, grabbing you by the throat and surging forward to press you against the opposite wall, though he's careful to shield your head from the brick with his other palm.

"You just don't know when to quit, do ya?" he rumbles, low and smoky. "Always runnin' your mouth like I can't make ya pay for it."

You freeze like a prey animal that's just realized it's been cornered. Your heart pounds in your chest, strong and fast. For a long, silent moment, he observes you with that glint in his eyes – that look that tells you that he's plotting.

Uh oh.

"Y'know, my joints are feelin' a lil' dry," he says carefully, his eyes burning into you. "I could probably use a lil' lubrication."

Uh oh.

He releases your throat and presses his hand on your shoulder, then slowly, steadily pushes you to your knees. Your eyes immediately gravitate toward his cock, and you swallow dryly at the sight; a heavy line of come is dripping from his head, tempting your lips, your tongue. He's so close that you would only need to lean forward just a bit to lick it away.

Your heart stutters when he grasps your jaw, forcing you to crane your neck up at him. His eyes glint red in the dark, and his grin is as sharp as his teeth.

"You'll help me out, won't ya, sugar?"

Oh, you're in trouble.

(How lucky for you that trouble with him is always fun.)

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