#//it felt somewhat. covered in the fucking ooze and i'm not sure what to do with this team i made anymore

[team-kawaiipunk]

Hey again, glad to see you back. I hope things haven't been too hectic over there.

– Troy (@hearthome-habitant)

Ha, yeah. Had finals, that kind of took over my life for a while.

[lunamochii]

Genshin Men [ Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe ] taking you into a manga cafe - nsfw -

WARNINGS  : Modern AU, nsfw, pure smut, Oral receiving (F) [ Zhongli ], tit-fucking [ Kaeya ], Drunk sex [ Diluc ], thigh fucking [ Childe ], f!reader, minors dni

I tried my best and I hope you guys will love this! Enjoy reading! You guys can request too~

You guys have plan this last week that both of you will check out the new manga cafe that just launch around this month and you are excited going there with them, since it has it's own private room enough for two plus it's unlimited drinks, you guys can read many books as you want. Who would've think that things will end up somewhat different on what you expected. Well, you guys better keep your voices down if you still want to come by again.

You guys can request too~ Happy reading!

Zhongli

"What did you say ?"

You gulp down hearing his baritone voice and you tried to shrug it off by letting out a chuckle and looking away, you totally forgot your man gets jealous easily

"C-Calm down Li! I was just joking about wanting to- hmpf!"

You quickly covered your mouth when slip his fingers underneath the skirt you are wearing, hands grabbing on his polo, his breath hitting your skin on your neck

"Joking ? How can you joke wanting to get railed by another man ? Am I not enough ?"

"They don't exist- Zhongli~"

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name when he start to move his fingers against your panty, the way he move his fingers is so slow that you just want to beg for more

Zhongli began to kiss your neck up to your chin then proceed to shower your face with kisses, then he brush his lips against yours

"Just kiss me already.."

You whispered and that made Zhongli chuckle and put his arm behind your back pulling your body close to him, your legs wrap around his waist and he planted a soft kiss on your lips

You quickly wrap around your arms behind his head and pulled his head closer and deepened the kiss, Zhongli groan between the kiss, your tongues battled for dominance but in the end he won

He began on caressing your thighs giving it a light squeeze every time you suck his tongue and you would moan whenever he will slap it softly, Zhongli broke away from the kiss and flip your position

Now you're laying flat on your stomach as he lift your skirt up and pulled your panty down, revealing your wet cunt and all you can do is watch him lick his lips and played with your entrance by his fingers

"Hm! Z-Zhongli~ Stop teasing me~"

"Teasing ? I'm just starting, love."

Zhongli grip your butt and made you lift it up, now your wet cunt is facing him and Zhongli rest his cheeks against your butt cheeks before giving it a slap and trailing his tongue on your cunt

You almost moan loudly but Zhongli stop you by slapping your thighs and you just buried your face on the pillow, this is why you should not provoke him, also it would be bad letting your voice out the people on the other room might hear you

Zhongli insert two fingers and you just want to scream this pleasure building up on your stomach, you move your ass wanting him to go faster but your boyfriend is such a tease, instead of thrusting his fingers faster he instead didn't move it and just lick your cunt

"Zhongli!"

"Yes dear ?"

The way he answered you is like his mocking you, oh how badly you want to tug on his air, you look at him pouting and Zhongli knew exactly what you want

Luckily this room is big enough so he pulled his face away from your cunt and focus on fucking you with his fingers, and in a second he got you moaning and chanting his name

"Shut it Y/N! Others will hear you!"

"It's your f-fault! Hmmff!"

"Can't even control your voice."

Zhongli pulled you up and now both of you are standing on the ground with his fingers slipping again inside your cunt, his other hand groping your breast, you put one of your hand on his hand as he went more faster

His other hand is on your face lightly gripping your neck, he felt you squeezing his fingers tight so he smirk and bit down on your shoulder as he fasten his pace, you squirm slapping his hand trying to get him pull out

But Zhongli remain stern and he got you squirting out, soaking his fingers wet and some of your juices is dripping on the floor, when he let go of you, your body plop down on the bed, with your juices oozing out

"What a sight, how about we go home so I can fuck you, hm ? I would love to hear your voice."

Kaeya

"It looks fun so why not try it, right ?"

Kaeya smirk and you glared at him back but that only made your man chuckle, his hand softly caressing your hair as you gag on his cock, wrapping your tongue around his cock, you continue on rubbing his cock in between your breast

It all started when he decided to read a smut book, he saw a panel where it shows the girl giving the boy a tit fuck and this man right here wanted to try it, though you can't deny that you love it too

"Oh fuck... that's it baby~ Hmm~"

"Geez Kaeya! Don't moan so loud."

"Oya ? Sorry sorry~"

Kaeya smiled and grab a handful of your hair so it won't get on your way, to get you back on track he purposely slip his feet under your skirt rubbing it against your soaking panty

You let out a soft moan and began to suck him whole, his other hand grab on the sheet as he throw his head back, not wanting to let his voice out but the way you suck him is too good that he can't hold his self back

"Squeeze your breast together for me baby."

You did as what he told you and it took you by surprise when he started to move his hips and you can feel how his cock twitch in between your breast, you roll out your tongue just so you can lick the tip of his cock

"Fuck! Hmm!! Holy shit!"

Kaeya curse non-stop and it was like a music on to your ears and with a few more thrust he came and you open your mouth as to catch his cum but some of it still got on your face and breast, Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh as he lay his upper half body on the bed

"Are you satisfied daddy ?"

Kaeya peek on you and motion you to lay on top of his chest and you did, he twirl some strand of your hair on his fingers as he gave you a quick kiss

"You tire me out baby~ I will go grab more book and maybe I can find more interesting positions."

He wink at you and kisses you passionately before fixing his self and told you to wait for him naked, on the bed, while he fetch more book.

Diluc

"I'm back! Gosh I found so many good mangas that are impossible to buy!"

You announced once you entered the room while holding the mangas you got, but what welcome you is the scent of the alcohol on the air, your nose immediately scrunch up

"Y/N..."

Your eyes landed on your boyfriend sitting at the swivel chair, the coat he wore is now hanging at the back of the chair and his polo is now unbuttoned

"Diluc?!"

"I feel hot.."

You quickly put down the book on the table on the side and went o him but he grab you by the wrist and pulled you making you sit on his lap

"Y/N..."

His hug on you is so tight as if his afraid once he let go you will run away from him, he inhaled your scent and buried his face on the crook of your neck

You roam your eyes and found a one glass that is now empty and it looks like he drank all of it, you shook your head and pulled away from him, his face is really red and his looking at you with a weird expression

"I love you and you know that right ? This manga cafe... this room... will be the witness on how I show you that I love you so much.."

"Hahaha you're saying weird things again Diluc.."

You chuckled but he just lowered his head down to your breast and he look up at you, then he buried his face in between your chest

"Let's fuck."

"Eh ? Right here ?"

Diluc just nodded and began to rub his cheeks against yours, this is what happened when he gets drunk, it's either he will pass out or he will seek for you

"Then, I will be on your care."

You said to him and Diluc gave you a sweet smile before kissing your lips full of love and passion, his hands didn't waste time and immediately slip inside your shirt, getting rid of your bra his hands groping your breast while the both of you kiss

Saliva dripping on the side of your lips as you grind on his crotch that is starting to grow, Diluc let out a soft moan when you got rid of his polo, he broke the kiss so he can take your shirt off and hold you by your waist pulling you towards him

Your breast getting press by his chest as he suck and lick on your neck, then he whispered to you that you should get up a bit so he can unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants

"Are you sure you don't need help ?"

"Mhm.. no.."

Diluc sounds just like a baby, gone his deep voice now it's replace by his soft voice. Once his done he held out his hand and you gulp seeing his hard cock, standing proud

"Loving what you see ?"

You nodded and that made Diluc smiled and when you place your hand on top of his, he brought it close to his lips and kiss the back of your hand

"It's all yours"

His sweet even when his sober but him being drunk is a next level, you can't help but get all butterflies on your stomach, you slowly lowered yourself to him and Diluc didn't stop whispering sweet words and praise to you

"Good girl, love you darling.."

You grip tight on his shoulders and Diluc cuss under his breath feeling how soft your walls are, he didn't move for a second since he want to shower your face with kisses, your mind become clouded when he lick your earlobe and started to move

His thrust are sloppy and his hands are groping your butt cheeks, his breath are uneven and every time you guys kiss, you can taste the alcohol and maybe that also got you drunk

You never left his lips not wanting to cry out loud, you just muffled your moans in between the kiss and Diluc thrust his hips faster, giving your ass a playful slap every time he shove his cock deep

That will also earn him a sweet moan for you, he can tell that his not that drunk but being this close to you, inhaling your scent is what making him drunk, he sunk his teeth on your shoulder and buried his cock deep as he painted your insides white

You shivered on his embrace and Diluc sigh as if he finally let out everything he had, though he didn't pull out and just keep you close to him, then he look at the book you got yourself

"Say darling, how about you read those while riding me ?"

===Childe

"Two college students fucking in a manga cafe~ How daring~"

Childe lick his lips while thrusting his cock in between your thighs, holding it and all you can do is moan, you never expected you guys would be doing this inside a manga cafe, the books that you guys read are now scattered on the bed

"Look at the tip poking out every time I thrust~ Ahh you look so good like this love~"

Childe can't stop praising you loving how you look right now, his cum all over your body and you can't even count how many times he have cum now and how many times you have cum without him fucking your cunt

He let out a groan when you rub your thighs together and that just made him thrust more faster, your moans getting out of hand so you grab the pillow that is place right above your head and press your face in there

"Oh fuck! Coming!"

Childe release his load once again on your stomach and you felt how hot it is, he reach for the pillow and toss it away as he make you hold your legs, press against your chest and he slowly insert his cock once again in between your thighs

"When will you fuck my insides Childe ?!"

"Patience love~ I will fuck you silly once we get to our condo."

Childe smirk lick his fingers and insert it inside your cunt making you bit your lips and at the same time he began to thrust his cock in between your thighs, his fingers fucking your cunt, he can sense how needy your cunt is for it to suck his fingers in

You tried to grab the pillow but Childe told you to push your fingers on your own mouth while your other arm is holding your legs together, lost in the moment you guys didn't even notice the blinking light, a sign that the time is up

"H-Hurry Childe! Hmm make me cum!"

"Together, let's do it together."

Childe groan and pulled his fingers out and fuck your thighs faster, you let out muffled moans and your eyes saw the blinking light and you know anytime somebody will come knocking at the door

"Childe!!"

"Shit!"

He release his cum on to your face and you squinted your eyes as he rub his own cock and keeps on coming on your body, just as you thought somebody knock and both of you look at each other

"Dear guest, would you like to extend your time ?"

Childe smirk seeing how you began to suck his cock and he caress your cheeks with full of adoration, it's your turn now to feel pleasure from sucking him

"Dear guest ?"

"Ah yes, we would like to rent this room for one more hour. Since.."

Childe bit on his lower lip holding his self back to moan when he felt you wrapping your tongue around his cock

"Since we're not done reading the books~"

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MASTERLIST

[purityoflust]

The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]

Jeff the killer X Victim!

WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.

I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.

9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.

The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.

The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.

Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.

This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"

The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.

Familiar.

You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.

You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.

You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?

The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.

That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.

And it hits you hard.

The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.

Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.

He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.

His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.

"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.

In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.

"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"

You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.

You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?

"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"

"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"

He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.

He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."

"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.

"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.

The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.

"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."

Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.

"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."

You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.

"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.

"I won't."

You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.

"It's a medical room."

"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.

The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.

You actually got along with most of them.

The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.

You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.

You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.

And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.

You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.

If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

[colossal-fallout]

Alright I'm stepping up and asking for titan annie smut with s/o (its kinda important in smut so let's say reader had male genitalia). Also take all the time u need sweetie ❤

This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it's okay. Also sorry it's late had loads going on irl.

In this fic, titans have sexual organs. Please Gimmie feedback on this one, whoever requested it ❤️

Hope you enjoy it.

M! Reader X Titan Annie

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ Smut. Monster fucking.

You couldn't believe your ears when you heard your lover mutter those words in a strained admission. Your head went fuzzy and your body numb as the same sentence rang around your ears over and over again.

"I'm the female Titan."

That was three days ago, and to be honest, your world was still shaken. She'd explained everything; the reason she was here. Her mission. Your brain was still stuck at the first stage of the cycle of grief - denial.

You'd told her you needed space, to clear your head. A kiss sealing your promise of not exposing her. Her reasons were somewhat justified. You were just relieved she wasn't a cold blooded murderer, slaughtering people with no rhyme or reason.

Seventy-two hours since the news and she'd arranged to meet you deep within a forest inside wall rose; far away from any witnesses.

Far away from any hope of a saviour should things take a turn.

Your heart ascended into your throat when you entered the arranged clearing and your eyes were met with two huge clear blue ponds staring back at you.

The female Titan was on all fours, chin to the ground showing submission like some giant dog in a play-bow. Except her saddened eyes expressed a lot less than excitement.

"A-Annie...?" You croak, your body freezing and tensing.

A low growl of confirmation rumbles her, the hot breath from her nostrils pushing back your hood. Your hand auto grabs it back, pulling it off your head entirely as if without it on your head would get you a better view of what was before you.

She had told you. But a part of you refused to believe it. Until now.

You walk around her timidly, hand grazing along her Titan flesh as you would walking around marveling at a new car.

"So, this..." You frown taking it all in. "Is your Titan form, huh?"

She bows her head once in a nod, her eyes being the only thing else to move as she follows your movements.

Your heart suddenly sinks. Here she is, baring her soul to you and all you did for three days was refuse to even believe it.

"I'm sorry, baby." You sigh continuing your journey down her side. "I shouldn't have pushed you away."

Her eyes close, accepting your apology humbly.

"Woah."

Her eyes open when you gasp, now behind her and gazing up at this huge yet beautiful pussy hovering above you.

Her Titan form might not be capable of blushing; but her human form sure was as she lowers her pelvis slightly to allow you a closer look.

It was like being in a sauna with the heat rolling off of it, engulfing you with its beautiful scent - one so undeniably delicious you couldn't help but notice your mouth begining to salivate.

"Have you ever...? A a Titan...?"

She looks around, shaking her head.

A smirk spreads across your face.

"Let me... Make it up to you."

You grab two large handfuls of her ass, the full feeling in your palms as well as knowing there was still plenty more to give attention to was already begining to stir your dick awake.

She mewls, rumbling the air around you both as you press your face into her warm flesh, you entire body caressing and squeezing everything it could with such greedy glee.

"Fuck..." You breathe, lowering your head and walking under her pubic bone to her colossal clit.

A high pitched grumble escapes her as you open your mouth and suck her clit, there still being enough of it to caress with your hands and massage it - kneeding with your fingers and squeezing it against you.

You flinch in surprise when you feel a warm, sticky substance begin to drizzle over you. Looking up you see her arousal leaking from her insdies, coating you in her natural lubricant.

"Fuck Annie."

You didn't know what it was, but something about this awakened something in you. Something absolutely ferral and hysterical.

You return to what you were doing, working her flesh with more haste, making out with and groaning against her clit. It was extremely difficult for her not to move and squirm with pleasure, but she didn't want to crush her lover, so instead she dug her large fingertips into the dirt, her eyes pleading and lips parting in a large exhale.

You could hardly take how full you felt - your mouth stuffed with her flesh as well as your arms and entire body squishing into this large bud, more around you to grab and suck and now, dry hump, as you feel like you've died and gone to heaven.

You groan as more fluid trickles down, soaking your cloak, the sound of it splashing against the grass behind you went unnoticed - hastily unzipping your trousers and pulling out your now throbbing cock, not able to handle the overloading senses.

Looking up, you see her peering down at yoi from below her breasts, her large Titan teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.

You didn't know where to start, where to go next as you slowly stroke yourself, rubbing your face against her swollen clit, making out with it sloppily.

A desperate whine emits from her, signalling she was close to her orgasm. You couldn't lie, you were a little apprehensive making her orgasm while you were underneath her. But you'd figured if you could pick a way to die, being crushed by a giant slit while making it climax would probably be the best way to die.

Your pace quickens, the liquid dripping down now more thick and in larger quantities while you work her, now thrusting and rubbing your dick against her deliciously warm flesh.

"Fuck!" You bark, your oozing pre cum not even a small splash upon her as you continue your movements.

You hear her insides clenching together loudly above you, squelching and slopping, trying to grab a hold of anything it could as she begins to tumble off the edge of sanity.

Her fingers sink deeper into the soil as she orgasms, her scream loud and frightening; making nearby birds flutter off in a panic. But you didn't care, you were too preoccupied with the gush of fluid now drenching you, your hair soaked as you continue to rub your swollen head against her. The liquid is warm and pleasant, never did you think you'd be this drenched in pussy juice, the beautiful smell making your eyes roll as you continue to now thrust yourself between two folds of her skin.

Your movements and groans get desperate, this new experience proving too much to handle in one round, your mind already wondering where you were going to mark her with your white mess. You don't have much time to think as another large drip down onto you pushes you into the ether + your eyes roll as you cum, your roar louder than any other time you'd came before in your life. Full, stuffed, warm, soaking and having so much more to fuck and do to her had your knees buckle as you splurge across her, your grip so tight you begin to tremble.

You pant, your comedown from your high hitting you hard. You were going to recover and fuck every inch of this beautiful creature, covering her in all the mess you could as her liquids seep into your mouth.

[neon-sparrows]

Random thought I had that I figured would be a good request but what if Tim had caught hoodie breaking into his house at some point? I'm going off the assumption that hoodie had done so at least a few times considering he seemed to know where things were and stuff. Idk

so this is... absolutely not what you were after, i feel like,it’s just under 2k words long so it’s under a cut, for one, and i’ll be fucked if i know at what point in time this takes place, but!hoody breaks into tim’s house to steal his meds and finds him still there, more under cutsend me your requests! | my ko-fi

He's sitting on the floor of his kitchen, clutching at the broken pieces of what had been one of his remaining decent glasses.

To be honest, Tim's not sure why he broke it in the first place. He didn't mean to. He'd been doing his dishes. Something had startled him, a loud banging sound from somewhere in his house-- in his head-- and he'd dropped it. He'd stared down at the broken glass, figuring he should probably go on and pick it up, get a dustpan, and then--

then--

He doesn't know. Something shifted, like usual. Or cracked. Or sparked. Something rings in his ears and he's sitting on the floor in front of the sink, listening to water rushing down the drain and feeling like he should get up and clean up the mess and turn the faucet off but the floor seems rather inviting in this instant and he doesn't have it in him to move.

Shards of glass dig into his palms and he knows he's bleeding, because it stings, but it's not enough for him to find the will to move.

The noise was imagined. Some conjuration of his head, like usual. Something exploding out from the center of his skull and as he entertains that thought he pictures grey matter on the walls, smirks lightly as he picks diamond-glass-shards out of his palms with delicate fingers. He's beginning to think he slipped or something. Fell. Hands first. Or had he stupidly thought to try and pick up the pieces barehanded instead of getting his broom and his dustpan?

He wouldn't be surprised. Lapses in judgement and all that. He's not the sort of man to be a font of good ideas.

A few shattered pieces are dropped to the side as he picks them out of his hands, thinking that instead of the dustpan at this point he might need some tweezers--

a gentle thud on the other end of the house.

Tim's eyes slide to the hallway.

That one wasn't made up. That was physical. That was the sound of one of his windows shutting, gently enough to be easily missed but harshly enough to make a sound and the pain in his palms comes quicker than the thought that he should take his best knife back out of the dishwasher.

He also thinks he should probably care more about the fact someone else has just entered his house through his window.

He can't bring himself to, though. He picks another piece of glass out of the heel of his palm and wipes the blood away with his opposite thumb. He doesn't own anything valuable. The most expensive thing he's got is a guitar, and that was a gift, something hovering in the realm of $500 that he'd mostly just wanted to pay back.

Today's been an off day. He hasn't been seeing it, and yet he's felt entirely off-center since he woke up this morning. Lopsided, almost, like his brain was squished up against one side of his head and was risking oozing right out his ear. He supposes that's why he broke his glass. He's been hearing things all day, flickers of static and crackling flame in his ears and the occasional burst of shadow in front of his eyes. He ate breakfast. Went to work. Came home. Made dinner. Started his dishes.

He hears the sound of something rattling against one of the doors down the hallway and hopes the intruder won't go through his drawers for whatever embarrassing shit he's forgotten about lately.

Tim lazily entertains the idea of just going to his hallway closet to get his broom and dustpan anyway. Maybe he'd bump into them. Hope they weren't armed. Have a nice chat with a home invader while he bled all over the one broom he'd ever purchased for himself.

Another sound of rattling, closer. Bathroom door, maybe? Did he clean up? Did he shower this morning? He can't remember.

Lethargy's a bad way to react to this. His heart should be pounding in his ears. He should be opening the dishwasher and getting his hands on his sharpest knife, or seeing if he can find something heavier before whoever it is corners him, because there's not really a way out of his kitchen when somebody's standing in the way of it. Or call the police. His phone's on the counter. He'd been listening to music.

The water in the sink is still running. Is it plugged? Is it going to overflow?

Footsteps coming nearer. He pictures rattling lungs and heavy breathing, maybe something heavy, maybe something sharp, maybe something gunpowder-powered and terrifying.

He should be scared, he thinks, but instead he just feels tired.

A few more pieces of glass are dropped down into the reddish-crystal-silvery-glass pile by his left thigh and he examines his hands. The cuts are numerous, but not deep. They'll heal fine when he cleans them up. The glass is a loss, but he doesn't need a nice glass anyway, and he can always buy more.

The bathroom door shuts and he glances in the direction of the darkened hallway to see a silhouette moving through it.

"Oh," Tim says.

In the dim light of his mostly empty house, he's faced with a figure taller than him (and yet not obscenely, which is what he was expecting) who is slightly hunched over, the rattling wheeze of their breath the exact sound that he'd been busy wondering about. They're clad in a ratty looking beige hoodie, black gloved hands pressed against their side and their face covered in a hood, a perpetual frown in bleached out red staring down at him.

Fear's the right response. To scream. Snarl. Threaten. Fight. But he doesn't. He remains where he is, still, bloody palms upturned, looking into those unscrupulous red eyes and wondering what's going to happen next.

"You broke into my house." He says, dumbly.

"You're not awake." It's a raspy tone of voice that sounds somewhere between irritation and an order. The sound of their voice is-- wrong, somehow, a lingering sensation of discomfort in his ears and the sensation of fingertips down the length of his spine--

"I am awake." He protests.

"You're not." The other replies. Tim thinks their voice sounds masculine. He can't tell. "Your eyes aren't open."

"They are." He mutters in reply, and the two of them remain where they are. "You broke into my house."

In the lapse of silence there is nothing but the faucet and what Tim halfway guesses is his heartbeat, under the rasping, phlegmy wheeze of the stranger's breath.

"What did you do to yourself?" The rasp comes again, and Tim pictures lips pulled back into a snarl in a face both familiar and not, an expression of displeasure or contempt or-- something that he has no name for, because his head feels foggy and his hands are throbbing a little bit.

"I dropped a glass. Was trying to clean it up. Got sidetracked, I guess."

"By shoving your hands into it?"

It feels familiar, sort of. Like it should feel familiar but it doesn't, like looking at a scene through a broken mirror and having something reflected back in the wrong order, cards shuffled and dropped to remain where they are, the broken glass crunching under his boot and digging into his palms to make them bleed.

"You broke into my house."

The hooded thing says nothing to him in reply, and Tim can't see the other's face, so he doesn't know what the expression is. In his mind's eye he can picture what is a face and what is not, the empty red-bleach eyes staring down at him shielding features of a face that he swears he knows, or something in him does, and there's a tension in his chest that he has no name for.

He's expecting something else. Some sort of conflict. If the stranger's so certain he's asleep, he should probably be expecting a blow to the skull, or having something shoved down his throat, and waking up-- what, in a tub of ice, missing his kidneys? Probably not. If they wished ill on him they would've done it by now, he thinks. Murderers didn't usually stop for a chat, did they?

"You're a mess." The stranger says, and Tim wonders if that's an insult.

"Yeah." There isn't much to do but agree.

The figure moves past him and Tim looks up towards them, his palms still upturned, resting on his thighs as the rattling wheeze continues through their lungs. His cabinets are opened. Dishes. Food. Cleaning supplies. Junk drawer--

He hears fabric-clad fingers closing around a half empty pill bottle tucked into the drawer and realizes in the lethargic fog of his brain that that must have been what they were after in the first place.

The hooded man steps over him, past him, boots crunching on the glass Tim had left beside him. The pill bottle in one hand, and the stranger turns the faucet off, lingering there and not looking down at Tim.

They turn, after a moment, and Tim reaches for their pant leg on reflex. Blood smears across the denim and the hooded man stops where he is. His grip on the pill bottle tightens, the contents rattling somewhat.

"I know you." Tim says, numbly.

"You do not." The hooded figure replies.

"I know you." He repeats himself, looking up at him, and the immutable frown stares back at him. He's picturing a face, sort of, picturing features that have been smeared out, like someone made a mess of an old photo. He can't pick out the right pieces. Can't remember it right.

His vision blurs slightly to match.

"You are asleep." The stranger says, their voice lower, harsher and raspier as they speak softer. Tim wonders if it was intended to be comforting. "Or you will be asleep soon."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No."

"Great."

His vision blurs and he feels a tension gathering at the base of his skull. He doesn't release his grip on them. He tightens it, in fact, and tries to put the pieces in order. Wipe away the smears until the picture in his head straightens itself out and he'll know, because he does know, knows something in the pit of his stomach and the center of his skull and oh, that ringing in his ears is a few pitches too loud, and remarkably uncomfortable.

He doesn't know what he expects. Trouble, probably. Danger. A threat. To be kicked, mostly, with the way he's clinging to their leg the way a child does, because they've just broken into his house to steal his medicine and he knows his prescription's being refilled in a couple days anyway, but do they know that?

"I know you," he says, but he doesn't think he does. Must just be one of those faces, incomprehensible and unknowable and everywhere and something in his chest stings.

"You can pretend." The reply is neither hostile or apathetic. It simply is. The gathering pressure at the nape of Tim's neck lingers further and he recognizes it as a precursor, a risk, the inevitable warning of an oncoming seizure and the stranger has taken his medicine.

He doesn't loosen his grip as he stares up at them, and those eyes stare back down. His fingers and toes feel numb. He probably should've cleaned up the glass better. He feels fuzzy, and feels a sudden jerk in one of his arms.

Tim exhales, slowly, and tilts his head back against the cabinet, mouth open and eyes shut.

"I'm pretty good at that." He murmurs. "Pretending, I mean."

"I know." The denim is no longer in his grip. The stranger has moved away, out of his reach. "Good night."

Tim does not answer.