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[its-luna-noel]

cunnilingus | gojo x reader

gojo eats it from the back

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, smut, oral sex (f! receiving), dirty talk, squirting

word count: 0.6k

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Some part of your brain knows you should be embarrassed by the lewd slurping noises filling your bedroom, but you just can’t find it in yourself to care.

Satoru is kneeling on the floor next to the bed, hands gripping the backs of your thighs with you bent over the edge of the bed. Your face is pressed into the mattress, sheets muffling your moans as his tongue lavishes your clit.

He knows his way around your body like the back of his hand; it blows your mind how easily he can bring you to this point. He knows just where to touch, just how to press against you to make you feel this good. His lips wrap around your clit and he hollows his cheeks slightly, sucking gently before letting go with a pop . Then he gets back to licking, his rhythm steady and relentless.

Then he tilts his chin, burying himself deeper between your legs, and his long tongue dives into your cunt.

You moan loudly, hips knocking back against his face, and you can feel him chuckle more than you can hear it in this position. “Greedy fucking pussy,” he mutters, pulling away just enough to speak and rub the pads of his fingers over your clit before pushing his tongue back in and fucking you with it. “Tastes so fucking good.”

“I-it’s yours,” you stammer into the sheets, hips grinding on his tongue.

He hums in approval, bringing his mouth back to your clit and sucking gently. “Yeah it is. Look wet she is, can’t wait for me to fuck her.” And with that he slides in two fingers, curling them down against the spongy spot that makes you see stars.

“Oh, god , Satoru!” you cry, back arching to give him better access to everywhere you want him, everywhere you need him.

“Yeah, baby, that’s right. Say my name. Say it again.”

“Satoru, please. ”

“Please what, pretty girl?” He pumps his fingers faster, tongue flicking against your clit so perfectly it has you hanging over the edge, ready to fall.

“Please– please don’t stop,” you beg, legs starting to shake.

“Trust me, baby, I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna have to beg me to stop, when you taste this goddamn good.”

Your hands come up to fist the sheets, holding on for dear life, because you’re about to collapse with how good it all feels. His fingers, filling you so perfectly and moving in just the right way against your g-spot, are relentless as his mouth works against your clit, sucking and licking in tandem until you finally fall over the edge, knees buckling at the intense pleasure.

Satoru’s arm comes around your thighs, catching you as you nearly fall, legs trembling as you ride out your orgasm. The fingers of his other hand continue their work, pressing against your g-spot with intense pressure, and all of a sudden you feel a flash of heat , white hot and you can’t hold back, you’re choking, crumbling to pieces.

“Satoru, I’m–!” You can’t even finish your sentence before a wave of pleasure, a flash of white, hits you like a semi.

Satoru groans loudly, his fingers still moving as a flood of wetness suddenly hits your thighs. “Oh, fuck, pretty girl, that’s it,” he says, fingers continuing to fuck you through it.

Your hips are stuttering, and he’s still holding you up with one arm, his chest pinning you against the edge of the bed. “S-S-Satoru,” you whimper.

He puts his lips to your ear. “I said you’d have to beg me, didn’t I?

“Back on the bed, pretty girl. I’m not done with you.”

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[bitchface24-7]

COYOTE UGLY - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: When you’re not at the lab researching and developing Hextech, you’re in Zaun at the BDSM club Coyote Ugly as the bartender. Having this job ensures your team has enough money to continue working without any headaches. Well you’re in for a massive migraine since the man you’ve been in love with since you were kids is gonna find out about your dirty little secret.

warnings: secrets, bdsm etiquette, dom!viktor, love confessions, abelist comments (Viktor refers to himself in a negative light twice, referencing what others have called him) traffic light system, spanking, afab terms used for the smut section, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, squirting, I’m gonna write this as a 5 + 1 kinda deal. Ok? Ok. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. This fic very obviously references Coyote Ugly (2000), and I know it is a bar in the movie but I didn't want to do a whole plotline on The Last Drop vs Coyote Ugly; and I didn't have the energy to write and characterize Silco LMAO. So I hope none of y'all are mad I tweaked it to be a BDSM club/bar instead. I've loved this movie ever since I was a kid. Now I'm tempted to do a Practical Magic (1998) fic too 😭😭

The Five Times Viktor Gets a Clue About You, and the One Time His Suspicions are Confirmed

One.

Viktor’s known you for almost two decades by this point. You’re well into your twenties and can do whatever you please. But Viktor’s got suspicions regarding you. Your excuses, your secrets. He knows you better than he knows himself.

So when you walk into the lab one day with a stack of cash, both Jayce and Viktor can’t help but look at you as if you were a project they were working on. You’ve peaked their curiosity and suspicion.

“So,” Viktor starts as you give the money to Jayce, and walk back to your desk, “Where did that money come from?”

You lightly scoff, “Don’t worry about it, V.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about it! That’s a lot of money miláček! Please tell me you got it legally.”

You whip around with a snort, “Don’t worry Viktor, it’s all legal. I just got paid from my second job. I already took a cut for myself; the rest I’m donating to the lab for our research.”

Viktor’s lips thin at that. You already took a cut for yourself and still had that much money to just… give away?

“Whatever you say, miláček.”

You’re gonna regret that. You’ve just peaked Viktor’s curiosity; and what’s the saying?

Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.

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Two.

Viktor’s curiosity is peaked once more when he sees a glimmer of sparkle at your navel as your shirt rises, as you try to get something off the shelf for him.

Viktor hums as he puts his pen on the hem of your shirt to lift it a bit more. You gasp as a fresh breeze brushes against your abdomen.

“Whats this, hmm?”

You sputter a bit before dropping your arms and tugging your shirt down quickly, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Your belly button is magical and shimmers on its own?”

You sarcastically hum, “How’d you know?” you add a dramatic gasp, just because you can. Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you, “You can just admit you got a piercing. Its quite common down in Zaun.”

“Whats the fun in that.” You pout, “I got it forever ago, a bit before we left for the Academy actually.”

“You got your navel pierced when you were seventeen, and I never found out about it until you were twenty-six and I was twenty-eight?”

You playfully shrug, “Guess you aren't as observant as you think you are.”

Viktor clenches his jaw, “Don’t tease me miláček. You won't like where you end up.”

“Try me.”

With that, you walk away with a sway to your hips as Viktor's grip on his pen tightens to the point he thinks it's going to snap in half.

You're going to regret that.

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Three.

“What is that?!” Jayce exclaims as you lounge on the couch, taking a small nap. “What? What! What're you screeching about Jayce?”

“That!” he squeaks, “On your lower back! Is that a…”

Viktor finishes the thought, “A tattoo?”

You twist your torso and look down. There's the perpetrator, a small tramp stamp that kind of looks like the Hexcores magic, and in the centre is a heart.

“Yeah.” you casually state as you go back to nap.

“Why does it look like the Hexcore?”

You take a quick peek over to Viktor before muttering, “Why not? I care about you guys and decided to get a tattoo to commemorate it.”

Jayce awes a bit but Viktor just narrows his eyes at you. There's more to it than just that. Because if not, then why did you put it in such a… risque place? Unless you wear low-rise pants or extremely cropped shirts; no one would ever see it.

Unless you're completely naked.

Viktor rubs his nose as you reposition yourself, your hip jutting out as your top rises even farther.

Viktor casually stands up and walks over to where you're resting on the labs couch. Lightly touching your lower back, he feels you flinch as he presses his hand harder onto the fully healed tattoo, “You must be cold, here. Let me fix that.”

And with that, Viktor pulls up the fleece blanket to cover your torso.

You look to Viktor and your eyes have darkened, your lids slightly narrowed. Your lips are lightly pursed as you examine Viktor. Viktor just smirks at you.

The longer this goes on, the more clues Viktor gets.

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Four.

Jayce keeps pacing in the lab. Back and forth, back and forth. Viktor is worried Jayce is going to wear the floor down to the baseboards.

“Are you okay?” Viktor quietly asks, looking at Jayce in concern. He's never seen him so… frazzled before.

“No. There's a small gathering happening later today with the council members and high-level individuals. There was supposed to be a bartender to make the meeting not as mind numbing but the one Mel booked previously is sick. Now we need to find a replacement for…”

Jayce looks at his watch and runs a hand through his hair, “Three hours from now.”

Before Viktor can put his two cents in, you pipe in, “I can do it.”

Jayce whips around to look at you, a manic gleam in his eyes, “You’re not joking, right? You can actually bartend.”

You nod once, “I can actually bartend.”

“Shes not lying Jayce. She was a part-time bartender at the Last Drop when… when Vander was the owner.

Both you and Viktor look down, Vander was a good man. He took care of everyone as if they were his own kids.

Jayce clears his throat, trying to dissipate the mournful aura in the lab, “Wow, you're like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Many hidden talents.”

You snort, “More like a coyote prowling in the forest. Challenge brings mastery, dear Jayce.”

Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you. That's an… odd choice of words. No one ever refers to themselves as a coyote unless they frequent…

Oh.

Oh.

Everything is slowly piecing together, he just needs one more piece of proof before he pounces. Viktor almost feels like he's insane; he's a frequent member of the well-established BDSM club down in Zaun; Coyote Ugly. He's sure he would’ve seen you before. But there's the off chance you work when he's not there. He only goes on Saturdays, on a bi-weekly schedule.

Maybe you knew that and planned your schedule around Viktor's desires.

For this last bit of proof, Viktor’s gonna bring his attitude from Coyote Ugly to the lab. Hopefully, he doesn't traumatize Jayce (or you if he's wrong.)

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Five.

Viktor is good at what he does. Many people look at him and assume he's a virgin due to his disabilities. They think he's submissive due to the fact he's more lean and lithe as a man.

He's not.

He can get anyone down to their knees. He can get anyone to listen to him. He doesn't typically use this power in his day-to-day life, but he's going to bring it to the lab today. Luckily for him, Jayce had a mandated meeting to go to and couldn't weasel his way out of it.

He sees his target in the corner of his eye.

You.

You're standing by the blackboard, wobbling in place. Viktor isn't sure how well you've slept, if you've eaten anything today, or if you've even taken a break.

Viktor gets up from his own spot, and makes his way to the small kitchenette in the lab and prepares a basic sandwich and sweet milk for you. He places the items onto your desk and you're none the wiser.

Its not until Viktor clears his throat do you look away from the blackboard.

“You can barely stand straight. Here, come take a small break. Eat something.”

You smile lightly at the care, “Oh Viktor, I’d love to but I can't. I'm on the verge of a breakthrough; I can feel it! If I stop now, I wont ever complete this runic sequence!”

“I insist.”

“No, I really can't—”

“Sit.”

With that, you sat down at your desk immediately. You've never heard Viktor's voice go like that. So dark, so commanding, so… sensual.

You feel almost ashamed. Here Viktor is, making you food, a drink, and worrying about your health. And you were too much of a brat to see it.

You take half the sandwich and bite into it as your stomach growls at you. Shit, he's right. You haven't eaten in several hours and now your body’s catching up to you.

Viktor tilts his head, observing you.

“You were right, thank you.”

Viktor puts his hand on the nape of your neck and squeezes. You shiver and lean into the touch.

“You’re welcome. Don't make me have to do that again.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and glossy. Your lips pouted lightly. Viktor's grip tightens on your nape and you somewhat successfully suppress a whine.

That's the final puzzle piece.

“I wont.”

“Good girl.”

And with that, Viktor can see you blue screen.

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Plus One.

Viktor's changing up his routine, visiting Coyote Ugly on a Friday rather than his usual Saturday. The trek down to Zaun wasn't too bad, but the difference is air quality was highly noticeable.

Slowly but surely, Viktor makes his way to the club. He's in his usual outfit for this scene, an all-black ensemble with the buttons of his shirt undone almost dangerously low. He can feel the looks of desire shot his way. He's always on the top of the submissive’s lists at Coyote Ugly. And every coyote he's taken has been incredibly satisfied.

But ever since this theory of his sprouted, he's been hyper-focusing on it. On you. So he hasn't been able to take any of the coyotes to bed. They're desperate.

But there's a certain coyote that's already caught his eye.

He sees you working the bar as if it were second nature. Mixing drinks, pouring shots, opening beers, and chatting up the patrons. You seem so at home here.

Viktor gets a lovely eyeful of your outfit when you hope up on the bar with a megaphone, “Same shit, new day! We follow the rules and—”

All the patrons echo your words back to you, “We don't touch your girls!”

You smirk, “And with that, let the party begin!” a bell is heard ringing in the background but all Viktor can do is appreciate your sexiness.

You're in an all-black outfit as well, but its all leather. Your top is closed by a single button, so Viktor damn near gets an eyeful of your breasts. He can see your abdomen down to the top of your navel, your belly button piercing glittering in the club's lights.

Your leather pants are skin tight and low enough that Viktor's worried you can't bend over in them without flashing someone. He sees you turn around to hop off the bar and there it is. Your hexcore inspired tattoo.

Viktor feels his pants tighten at that. Its almost like a branding in his mind. Look at that. She's mine.

A few girls get up onto the bar and dance to the songs playing on the jukebox. With a distraction in place, he makes his way to the bar to order a drink.

Your back is to the bar as you clean some glasses, “What can I getcha?”

Viktor ensures his voice is loud enough so that you can hear him, “A whiskey sour, miláček.”

The sounds of cups almost breaking puts a smile on Viktor’s face. He's got you just where he wants you. You whip around with a deer-in-the-headlights look, “Vi—Viktor! What're you doing here?! You usually come on—”

“Saturdays. Yes, I know. But I've heard wonderful things about a certain bartender and wanted to see her for myself. The only bartender I've ever met is Thomas.”

You inhale sharply, “What gave me away?”

“Little things. The money, your body modifications, referring to yourself as a coyote.”

You hit your forehead with the palm of your hand, “I'm an idiot.”

Viktor shakes his head, “No, you just got too comfortable. Besides how you reacted a few days ago when given an order sealed the deal.”

Your face feels hot, almost unbearably so. Goddamn it.

“Does this… ruin anything between us?”

Viktor scoffs, “Absolutely not! Do you know how long I've fantasized about a scenario like this happening?”

“I have an idea…” your tone is breathless as your eyes are as wide as saucers. No way is this happening. No way are your dreams coming true.

Before anything else can happen, you do a special knock on the bar. Thomas whips his head over to look at you and seems shocked.

“This is officially a Code V. I need you to man the bar tonight.”

Thomas just smiles and takes over no problem, you hop over the bar and stand next to Viktor, a beaming smile on your face.

“A Code V?”

“When I officially get the man of my dreams, I get to have a shift off. No ifs, ands, or buts!”

Viktor smiles sweetly at that.

“So…” you add before your confidence dissipates, “Wanna go upstairs?”

Viktor knows that private rooms are located upstairs if you want to… have some fun. He just nods, a sly smirk on his face, “Lead the way, miláček.”

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You and Viktor rush up as best you can to one of the private rooms. Before anything happens, Viktor enquires if you know about the stoplight system. You do. And with that, you two touch each other in a way you’ve been dreaming about since you both started puberty.

A bit of kissing here, a bit of groping there. Before you know it, Viktor’s fingering open your pussy as you whine and pant at the pleasure Viktor is presenting your body with.

It’s wet, slick, and so hot. Viktor’s hand is slapping against your clit, causing a loud schlick sound that makes your ears burn in embarrassment. Viktor just revels in the sounds and faces you make; he never thought you could get any prettier. Looks like he was wrong.

“Please… Please… Put it in.” You beg, your eyes watery at the constant assault Viktor is giving your g-spot. Viktor kisses his teeth, “Put what in?” He cockily asks.

“Y-your cock. I want your cock in me. I want to fuck you into the bed. Please Viktor, please? I want it so bad… I need it…” You beg, your voice wobbly in your desire. Viktor growls low in his chest as removes his fingers from your pussy. “You're such a good girl, begging for me. C'mon sweetheart, I'm all yours.” With that, you ensure Viktor is comfortable as he sits up against the headboard, you saddle him and slowly sink onto his wonderful cock.

You gasp out a long drown out moan at the feeling. Viktor’s pushed right up against your g-spot, he’s stretching you out. Your pussy is moulding itself to Viktors cock, nothing else in this world will satisfy you now. One hand holds your waist as the other rubs your back.

“C’mon.” In a low, throaty voice, you moan. As if you had to use additional effort to get the words past your parted lips. Your voice is whiney and breathy. As if putting Viktors cock in you knocked all the air out of your lungs. When you lower yourself more, Viktor, who is rubbing your back with his free hand, feels something deep inside his gut tighten up a little more as you persistently try to fit the final few inches of his cock inside. You feel dizzy at that, you're so stuffed… and there’s a few inches more.

Needy. You're so fucking needy; and Viktor loves it.

He squeezes, quickly prickling your flesh beneath his fingertips into a supple hue. Viktor wishes he could mark you like that for good, wishes that squeezing hard enough would leave bruises and indents to last a lifetime. Last several lifetimes. Even if you aren't aware of it, you still attract admiring looks from other people, which irritates Viktor. Ever since you two were teens, people would look lecherously at you. And you never noticed. But at the mere thought of everyone seeing you so marked up, something wild, primal, and almost startlingly possessive gets hold of him. Even though Viktor would know who did it, they wouldn't.

They would question who defiled you so throughly; and not once in their tiny minds would they think Viktor “The Cripple” “The Weirdo” fucked you so good you're bow-legged for days. With a trail of hickeys down your neck and chest, red marks on your wrists and a glazed look in your eyes. Viktor needs to calm down, he’s getting ahead of himself.

Before he can stop himself, Viktor tangles his fingers into your sweaty, untidy hair. You shiver at the feeling. His hands are so strong, so beautiful to look at.

“Viktor! Please! Please let me move! I need it…”You beg. You've needed this since you were fifteen and you noticed how handsome Viktor was becoming.

You lean closer to Viktor, your tits close enough to his face he can easily suck a nipple into mouth. This small shift caused his cock to press even harder into your g-spot; making a long whine and a few tears to slip out of you. Seeing that causes Viktor to freeze a bit before asking, “Colour?” At that you desperately cry out a pathetic, “Green! Please!”

If Viktor had shown even a tiny bit less restraint, the pitiful little "please" that slips from your mouth might have killed him right there.

You start to bounce, a nipple still firmly in Viktor's mouth. One hand stays on your hip as the other tweaks your other nipple. You use the headboard as support to ride Viktor to your heart's content. Fuck his cock is huge, you swear you feel it in your lungs. You could've been doing this for ages. You pitifully whine at that thought; so much time wasted.

“You look so pretty like this, you know,” Viktor mumbles appraisingly as he lets your nipple go, rocking back and forth at an almost painfully slow pace, trying to give you even more pleasure. Your thighs are trembling, splattered with lube, sweat, and an unprecedented amount of wetness from your arousal. You make a tiny, barely there noise in response, pushing weakly back against him. Viktor holds you still. “So fucked out, just for me. So cock-drunk aren’t you? My little fucktoy. My good girl. My prettiest girl” Viktor showers praise on you, who just groans at the sweet attack.

You pull up as far as you can against Viktor’s strength, the head of his cock catching on the entrance to your pussy, before dropping back down aggressively and picking up a steady rhythm. Viktor lets out an appreciative moan at that. Fuck you feel so good. He's gonna become obsessed with your pussy after this. Viktor's head tilts back to rest against the headboard as he moans, you pepper hickeys all across his pale neck. He's not the only one with possessive tendencies.

You go faster and faster, rougher and harder with each bounce, but you still take into account Viktors weaker leg. You're both moaning, yours goes up a pitch when Viktor starts to rub your clit.

Viktor whispers into your ear as he ravages your pussy, “You like that? You slut. Do you like having my big cock stretch you out? Do you like me abusing your g-spot, moulding your pussy into the shape of my dick? Nothing else will ever satisfy you again, will it Pretty Girl? No. It won’t. You’ll be desperate to have my dick rearranging your guts again.”

You just moan and starts to cry at the whispered words alongside the pounding your pussy is getting. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, you instinctively know you can’t cum without permission. So you ask,

“Viktor… Can I cum? Please? Can I cum?

Viktor just snarls at that, nipping your ear and slapping your ass with a heavy groan, “Oh fuck… you’re such a good girl aren’t you? Asking for permission to cum without me even having to telling you. Cum. Cum right fucking now.”

And you do. With a gush of liquid, you cum hard. Your body jerking, eyes rolling into the back of your head, with your mouth ajar in a silent moan that trickles down to a pleased whine. Viktor starts to fuck into you, wanting to cum too. You start to overstimulate yourself, desperate to feel Viktor cum.

Little “Uhs.” are punched out of you at each thrust due to the painful pleasure. In no time, Viktor cums too. His hips pressed flush against yours; his sharp hipbones causing a nice bruise to form. You both simultaneously moan at the feeling of Viktor pumping you full of his cum. The two lose their strength and flop down onto the bed.

You're cuddled up, now efficiently cockwarming Viktor. You're both our of breath, and immensely pleased.

“We should clean up.” Viktor pants, you giggle breathlessly, “I don't think I can move.”

The silence is comfortable, enjoyable. You’ve almost fallen asleep when Viktor casually states, “I love you. I've loved you since I was sixteen.”

You look up at him and give him a sweet smile, before pressing your lips together in a loving, passionate kiss, “and I've loved you since I was thirteen. Looks like I've got you beat.”

Viktor just chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair, “I'm exhausted. We’ll get cleaned up when we wake up.”

“I couldn't agree more. But I want a round two before that.”

“Seriously?!”

You slap Viktor's chest playfully, “We could've been doing this for a little over a decade. I'm making up for lost time!”

Viktor kisses your forehead and contently sighs, “Can’t argue with that miláček. Can't argue with that.”

With how vigorously you two went, it’s no surprise you fell asleep in a few minutes. Wrapped up together, as content as can be.

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That's a wrap! Please be nice to me, I haven't written smut since like 2022-2023. Hope y'all liked it!

For the tattoo, search up “cybersigilism heart tramp stamp tattoo” on pinterest to see what kind of tramp stamp you got LMAO

[heehoonies]

insatiable

description: husky hybrids like sunghoon are known for their insane sex drive. but bunny hybrids? they're downright insatiable.

word count: 2.4k

contents: husky hybrid!sunghoon x bunny hybrid!reader

smut warnings beneath the cut

smut warnings: switch ynhoon, sunghoon has a monster cock (as always...), mean and soft dom ynhoon, subbed out ynhoon, role switch, oral (f. rec), degradation, praise, nicknames, overuse of 'bun/bunny' and 'pup/puppy', name calling (slut, painslut, little baby, dumb dumb puppy), tail and ear pulling/pinching, knotting, cumming inside, creampie, multiple orgasms, bulge kink, breeding kink, scenting, biting, choking, spitting in mouth, marking and mentions of past marking.

sunghoon moans against your folds as he continues to lap at them, spit and your essence coating his lips and chin. the stimulation is becoming too much for you and you tug on his tail harshly to get him to release your puffy lips, needing his cock more and more by the second.

“can't even be a good little girl for me, can you?” his voice is deep as he watches you, tail stilled as your hand is still wrapped around his soft fur. “always have to disobey…”

you shake your head, pinching at the base of his tail, a wicked grin crossing your face as you see his cock stiffen even further between his legs.

“knock it off,” he warns, eyes glinting as he pries your hand off his tail, taking both of your hands in one palm and pinning them above your head. “can't just be a good little bunny. always have to be a greedy little slut.” he watches as your ears fold at the degradation, your cunt spasming around nothing.

“hoonie, please…” your begging doesn't seem to affect him as his eyes bore into yours. “no hoonie for you, baby.”

you whine in his hold, trying to free your hands from his grasp. his free hand slides from the grip it has on your hip around to grab your fluffy white tail, tugging on it until you squirm from the pain. “my little painslut...” he coos, feeling your tail twitch in his hold as he continues to pin you down. “now take what i fucking give you, bun.”

you nod, brain feeling fuzzy as you watch sunghoon line himself up with your entrance. he buries his monster cock to the hilt with one motion, your dripping slick aiding in his thrust. your wetness drips around you, pooling around your ass and thighs while seeping into the sheets beneath you. “eugh– please…” you whimper as you feel him nearly in your throat.

sunghoon pushes his hips flush to your pelvic bone as he watches the bulge appear in your stomach. he leans down, a pained groan slipping from your lips as he somehow reaches even further inside. he bites lightly at the skin of your navel, lapping at the spot where he can see and feel his tip protruding through your delicate stomach.

“ahhh, look at you…” sunghoon smiles, canines on full display as his tail swooshes behind him lightly. “you were made to be fucked like this, my little bunny.”

you still try to wriggle in his hold, the searing grip he now has on your hip burning the skin there as you fight to have your hands free. your hands reach endlessly for his ears, needing something to hold onto, but sunghoon easily overpowers you continuously.

“nice try,” his voice is mocking and wicked as he slides all the way out before slamming back inside, setting a torturous pace as the pleasure of his veiny length mixes with the delicious pain from the stretch of his girth. he's always like this, somehow fucking you even wider with each time he has you, always reaching deeper, pressing further, fucking harder.

you babble incoherently as you stare into sunghoon's trained gaze, his resolve beginning to slip a bit as he allows himself to enjoy the tight walls wrapping his length in an insatiable warmth. “already fucked out? we've barely even started.”

you shake your head to disagree, but sunghoon's hand at your waist comes up to cup your chin. he pries your mouth open as he continues thrusting deep inside, before pressing as close as possible and leaning over to spit right into your mouth. he shuts your lips quickly and chases the action with a searing kiss, canines nipping your lip lightly. you moan into his mouth as he breaches your wet heat with his tongue, pushing deep inside and exploring in a rushed frenzy. sunghoon pulls away after a moment, accentuating your finished kiss with another yank of his cock nearly leaving your heat before shoving back inside, balls slapping against your ass as he continues his mind numbing, pussy destroying pace.

“gonna fuck you full of my pups, little bunny.” sunghoon rambles, hand snaking down to your clit  to torture you further, overstimulating you from all ends. you gasp, back arching off the bed as little whimpers and ah ah's leave your mouth, nose twitching as you get closer to your orgasm. “that's it, gonna cum for me? gonna milk this cock, baby? my little girl loves taking this knot, doesn't she?”

you nod wildly as his words reach your floppy ears, screaming out as your pussy clamps down around his length. sunghoon cums hard as he feels your walls sucking him in, pushing his hips flush to you to ensure you don't lose a single drop of him.

you feel his knot expanding at your entrance, trapping his seed inside successfully. sunghoon lets go of your hands, falling down gently atop your body. he feels exhaustion seeping through him already, though he knows you're not even close to being done.

sunghoon brings both of your wrists to his mouth to pepper kisses across them. once he's let go, occupying himself by fondling your breasts, he feels you growing wetter beneath him as you play with his ears. “gotta wait for my knot to die down, bunny. be patient.”

you shake your head in defiance, pinching his chin between your fingers. “tell your knot to hurry the fuck up.”

sunghoon groans, already feeling himself grow harder at your insistence to take charge while he's still inside you. “it's my turn to be on top, after that you can sit inside me all night long. okay, puppy?”

sunghoon nods dumbly, already feeling dizzy as you watch him, the look in your eyes shifting instantly as you see his tail swishing faster behind him, ears perking up despite his body's exhaustion. “you like the sound of that, my filthy little pup?”

sunghoon groans as he takes your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened bud, eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on his work and waits for his knot to deflate. “dumb puppies need to take what they're given,” you tell him, watching as his ears twitch at your words. spit pools around your nipple and drips down the curves of your chest, sunghoon's tongue losing control as he laps at your breast, the taste of you addictive in his mouth. he nips gently, tugging on your nipple lightly, canines scraping against the sensitive peak. your back arches up off the bed, causing his now deflated dick to slip out of your pulsing heat. your entrance gapes around nothing, slick dripping out along with your cum mixture, painting your bodies in a delicious concoction of your juices. 

you tug sunghoon off your breast by his quivering ear, his mouth dropping open from the delicious pain of your grip on his sensitive fur. you force sunghoon to switch places with you, mounting him quickly. he looks completely fucked out below you as he stares up in awe, watching as your pretty white ears flop to the sides as you grasp him tightly in your soft hand, yanking quickly to get him fully hard again.

“fuck, bunny, slow down…” sunghoon whines beneath you, squirming as his ears lie back against his head, making himself smaller in your hold. “you had your fun, but it's my turn now.” you tell him, grinning as you see his length now straining against his abdomen. you lean down and trace your tongue across the lines of his abs, licking around his length before kissing the tip. “love your cock,” you groan, suckling on his mushroom tip for a moment before pulling away and holding his length once more. “but i need you inside me again.” sunghoon misses the barely there desperation in your voice, only hearing the demanding tone between your syllables swimming into his ears that sit flush against his hair, pressed back in a show of submission to you.

you raise your hips before sinking down onto his length once more, sitting with just the tip inside to torture him for a moment before taking a seat. sunghoon groans beneath you, tail thumping wildly against the bed at the oversensitivity of his cock. “stop, stop–” he whines, pushing your body away.

“knock it off, puppy.” sunghoon hears the venom dripping off your tongue and he whimpers loudly as you begin to rock atop his body. you allow one of his hands to spaly against your back, burying his palm in your bushy tail. sunghoon holds it lightly this time, only squeezing or pinching accidentally when you seem to sink lower and lower with each movement. he feels impossibly close, yet never close enough, his other hand coming to hold your hip once more, pulling you down further. his mind and body are in a war, pushing and pulling simultaneously as overstimulation wraps him in a vice grip.

your aching hole envelops his weeping cock in a warmth he can never describe, wetness trickling down his balls as your slick pours out. “love having you like this,” you smile, covering his hand on your hip and squeezing lightly while your free hand cups his jaw. you push two fingers into his mouth and he sucks them in diligently, “such a good puppy for me, so well behaved, aren't you?” sunghoon nods around your fingers, lapping at them continuously as you rock steadily atop his body. his tail stills as you feel his tip leak inside you, more pre cum dribbling out and mixing with the slick coating the two of you.

“ahh, my little puppy is close…” you quicken the pace, fingers leaving his mouth and traveling to his throat where you tighten around his windpipe. “gonna cum, little baby? can't even handle me like this, can you? always cumming first when bunny's on top, such a big bad husky can't handle me, can he?”

sunghoon's whines are insistent, his mouth now slack as his tongue lolls out, panting wildly as he begins to meet your movements with thrusts upwards. “fuuuuck–”

“such a dumb little slut…” you whisper, mainly to yourself, as you feel his dick straining inside you. “be useful for once and fill me up like the little whore you are, puppy.”

those words send sunghoon tumbling over the edge, the knot in his stomach tightening impossibly before breaking. he holds your hips flush to his own as he cums deep inside, the stream never ending as you continue rocking up and down, chasing your own orgasm.

“can't even make me cum, can you? useless little fuck pup.”

sunghoon shakes his head, overstimulation hoarding his senses as he wildly finds your clit with his fingers, rubbing senselessly on the abused bud. your tail begins to twitch and nose scrunches up as your mouth begins to fall open at his movements. “just like that, keep going…” sunghoon's movements continue until you're clenching around him impossibly tight, forcing more cum to spurt from his flushed tip. the familiar feeling of skin expanding near your entrance washing over you like a comforting blanket as your essence is trapped inside your hole.

sunghoon's tail is still and ears are still pinned to his head as he heaves, trying desperately to catch his breath. you flop down stop his body, head landing on his bare chest with a gentle thud. you press a kiss to his pectoral, grabbing at his muscular bicep and pressing your nails inside as your ears stand at attention.

“no, no more, bunny…” sunghoon whimpers between deep breaths, ears finally standing back up as he comes back into his mind. “puppy is so tired…”

you whine, nuzzling into his chest before glancing up at his exhausted face with wide eyes and a pout lacing your lips. “i said no, bun.” his dominating side is slowly showing itself once more as your lips quiver, your pussy aching despite him still being inside you, trapping your seed together inside your insistent hole.

“i need you…” you whimper, watching him closely for any sign of him caving.

“and i need sleep.” sunghoon's tone spells finality, and you groan as his knot begins to die down, allowing wetness to seep out. “i love you so so much, but hoonie needs to sleep, and so do you, bun. it's three in the fucking morning.”

you whine as he attempts to pull out of you and you tug on his relaxed ear. the act pulls a snarl from sunghoon's lips, canines flashing briefly in reaction to your brattiness.

“can you stay inside?”

sunghoon sighs deeply, feeling his resolve faltering as he whispers a small, “fine,” before shifting both of you to lie on your sides, his length still sheathed deep inside your whimpering hole.

you grin widely at his reluctant answer, giggling as you press your hips against his. “didn't say you could move, did i?”

you shake your head, hiding your face in his neck. sunghoon brings his nose to your neck and rubs, inhaling the aroma from your scent gland before nipping lightly at it, adding to the flurry of marks that litter your ass, thighs, and tits from hours ago. this one is the most important, though, as his possessive, animalistic side seeps through when he bites down there. you try to hide the skin of your neck but he tugs on one of your ears, making you crane your head as he continues biting and licking there, ensuring his smell is present on you.

you whimper as he pulls away from your delicate skin, tilting your chin up to catch your lips in a slow, deep kiss. “now go to sleep, my insatiable little bunny.”

you nod as he presses one last kiss to your once pouty lips, now smiling softly as you nuzzle into his chest, sniffing lightly at the calming yet intoxicating aroma that emanates from his sweaty form. his tail wraps around both of your legs, brushing over your own puffy white one, the warmth against your fur making you sink further into his embrace as your smile grows. sunghoon's free hand strokes your now floppy ears lightly, the feeling of the soft fur beneath his fingers lulling his mind deeper into sleep.

little does sunghoon know that he'll be pinching your clit in merely an hour and edging you into oblivion as punishment for waking him up by fucking yourself on his sleeping form. but he expected as much...

you are a bunny, after all.

[drunkenbagel]

day six: breeding kink - logan howlett

kinktober masterlist

Pairing: Logan Howlett x f!reader Contents/warnings: +18 MINORS DNI, established relationship, logan has ruts, choking, breeding kink, pet names, dirty talking, blowjob, degradation and praise, fingering, p in v, rough rex, overstimulation

Logan swallowed hard again, hands squeezing his legs, trying not to concentrate on the warm feeling that was taking over him.

You were cooking dinner in one of Logan's shirts, which covered you up just below the curve of your ass, and it was beginning to drive him mad.

He knew what was happening, but didn't account of it being early, much less being with you while he went through it. He had managed to keep his rut away and unknown to you, not wanting to admit it. You would probably want to try and help him, but he was afraid he'd break you, or that you would never want to see him again. The thought of it made him feel anxious, but it was easily pushed away by the thoughts of you bent over the kitchen island.

“Hey, are you alright?” you asked with a spoonful of the dinner you had taken for him to taste.

You had noticed something was going on with him as you turned around to let him taste the recently finished dinner. Leaving the spoon back in the pot, you approached the chair he was sitting at, kneeling in from of him.

“Logan” you called, but he was avoiding your gaze. “Baby, what's going on?”

You took your hand up to the side of his face, noticing the hot temperature. “God, Logan, you're burning up” you said, touching his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. “What do you need? What's going on? Please talk to me baby”

When his eyes met yours you noticed his pupils were blown, brows furrowed in deep thought. He suddenly grabbed your wrists, making you gasp as he took your hands away from his burning skin.

“I...”

He swallowed. You waited for his response, but he just looked at your doe eyes, innocently waiting for an answer while he could only think of tearing your clothes apart and fucking you right then and there.

“Let me help you, just-”

“You can't”

“How do you know if you won't tell me?” you asked, hands still held by the wrists by him. “Just tell me what's going on, please” you pleaded with a soft voice.

“I have this thing” he said, letting go of your wrists. You took his hands back in yours. “I... Get into some periods of time. Some ruts.”

“Like... Animals?” you said softly with confusion.

“My mutation gives me these-” he sighed and closed his eyes for a second, the mere look of you licking your lips making him start to get hard. “These urges. Periods of very high libido and urges to have... Uh- To have sex, to... breed.”

You blinked a couple of times, processing the information.

“Why didn't you tell me this before?”

“Because it's stupid. I need to go” he said, letting go of your hands and getting up. You got up too, and ran up to him to block his way to the door.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Leave it, I-”

Logan tried to take a few steps, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest. His whole body had a reaction to your hand on his skin, rushing his blood to his already straining dick.

“No. Tell me” you said, determined. “Can I help?”

“You don't know what you're asking, darlin'. It's not sweet.”

“I don't care” you answered with the same tone, your hand making it's way down to his belt. A hitched breath came out from his lips as you started unbuckling it. “Let me help you”

You could see the outline of his cock pressed tight against his jeans, and freed it when you opened his pants, giving it a few strokes. Logan let out a ragged breath and closed his eyes as you ran your hand up and down his length, a string of curses falling from his lips.

“Get on your knees doll, I need your pretty mouth” he said, and you followed the command, kneeling in front of him.

Looking up at him, you took his leaking angry red tip on your lips, licking the salty liquid as you bobbed your head and took him more and more in your mouth. He took a fistful of your hair and started fucking your throat at a relentless pace, making you gag and choke on it.

Suddenly, he pulled you up and grabbed you by your legs, making you wrap them around his hips as he guided you to the kitchen island. Sitting you on top of it, he kissed you with a hunger you had never seen on him, which only made your panties damp.

“God, I can smell how fucking wet you are” he grumbled as he pushed the wet material aside, a finger entering your soaked cunt. You moaned, hands flying to his hair as you arched your back.

“More” you said in a moan.

“Demanding little thing, huh?” he said with a smirk as he added another thick finger into you. Picking up the pace, it wasn't long until a third finger made its way into your dripping pussy, the familiar sensation of warmth pooling at your lower belly.

“Lo, I-” you said with ragged breaths, hand gripping his bicep.

“Cum for me darlin'” he demanded, thumb pressing circles in your clit. That was enough for your orgasm to topple over, your cunt squeezing his fingers.

Logan didn't wait for you to come down from your high as he ripped the fabric and took his dick out of the restriction of the denim. He took it into his hand and sank the whole length into you, making you cry out. He started a relentless path, the only sound on the room that of your breathy moans and the slap of his balls against your skin.

Wrapping a hand around your neck, he sloppily kissed you, need taking over his thoughts. The only thing on his mind was fucking you and filling you up to the brim again and again, leaving you full of his cum.

His hips started stuttering, and leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, biting down on it when he finally reached his orgasm, ropes of hot cum filling your insides. Panting, you took his face between your hands and brought your foreheads together, smiling. He smiled back, but it wasn't as innocent as yours.

“Not done with you, doll” he said as he took you off the counter and bent you over it. You gasped at the cold sensation of air hitting your dripping cunt. “Not even close” he whispered in your ear.

With a single thrust he pushed inside of you, making you cry out at the sudden feeling of being full of him again. He started mercilessly pounding into you again, the tip of his dick brushing your cervix ever so deliciously at the new angle.

Grabbing you by the hair, he lifted your head and put his hand to your neck, you lips letting out a broken moan.

“So fucking good for me” he whispered in your ear lowly. “Letting me use your pretty pussy whenever I need”

You whined at his words, feeling your orgasm creep closer again.

“My pretty little fucktoy” he said, biting down on your neck and sucking on the soft skin. “I'll mark you up so everyone knows who you fucking belong to, darlin'.”

Logan kept fucking into you at a pace that had your brain incapable of thinking about anything else than his dick ramming into you. Your moans echoed the squelching sounds of your dripping pussy, and he could not get enough of it.

“You like that, doll?”

You babbled mindlessly, trying to say that fuck, yes you did love feeling every inch of him in you. He let out a laugh at your pathetic attempt of an answer.

“Have I fucked you silly, huh?” he teased. “Can't even give a a proper answer”

He loved teasing you in your dumbfounded state, but he could feel himself getting close to his own orgasm too. With a bruising grip on your hips, he quickened his pace.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, darlin'. Gonna fuck you until you're so full of my seed that it's gonna stick to you until you have my child”

You couldn't help but let out a whine in between the string in moans that you were letting out.

“Please, Lo” you begged. “Wanna- Ah- Wanna be so full of you, please”

Fuck. You, begging him to fill you up? That was his undoing. With a loud groan, he thrust a few more times until his hot cum filled your insides again, dripping from your legs. You were both panting, dick still nestled deep inside you, both thinking the same thing;

hope it sticks.

[xunyicaos]

take my breath away 

lads sylus x afab!reader (18+)

word count: ~ 1.6k

content: pre-established relationship (admittedly obsessed with husband!sylus), not proofread, corn without plot, breathplay, pet names (kitten, sweetie, cutie), needy!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v, reposted my old work from diff fandom

when you gasp it's like something snaps. 

your whole body quakes as euphoria floods through you, high-pitched cries tumbling from your lips and your nails leaving pretty red patterns all over your husband’s back. sylus is a pro at many things, but he's especially talented at hitting that delicate spot inside you for the third time tonight, flipping the switch in your brain that turns off all the thoughts focused on anything but him. 

you don’t remember how this started, whether you had a bad day or he did, or what precisely it was that has you a fucked out doll at his disposal. shit, you’re not even sure how your day went at all right now, but you aren’t complaining. 

on the contrary, you’re begging. your hole is sensitive, that's an understatement, but it’s still drinking in his fingers desperately. it's so good, so addictive when sylus fills you up, whether it’s his long fingers or his cock, your pussy craves more each second. 

but now sylus isn’t moving and your recovering walls feel neglected without his fingers massaging into them. “no, no,” you whimper, lightly smacking at his arm. “need more… wanna cum again.”

your hiccups seem to grab sylus's attention again, his crimson gaze heavy yet curious. somehow, even in your pleasured haze, you recognize the expression. he wants something from you and, of course, you automatically want to give it to him as soon as he tells you what it is. He pulls his fingers from you with a sloppy wet sound that has your eyes rolling, your hole clenching as though begging to be stretched again, needing to be filled. 

“sweetie,” sylus slurs, his voice intoxicatingly deep with a tempting lull to his words. “will you make that sound…” his voice catches, tense with his own growing arousal that's evident in the way his brows furrow as he tries to find his words. “make that pretty noise again for me.”

your brows furrow for a moment and you think you notice him using his wet hand to push his boxers down, the other traveling up to the base of your neck. he presses gently, tentatively, a tender massage that eases your breath, makes you comfortable enough to find your voice and ask, “what n—?”

the question catches in your throat, breath hitching beneath his palm as he squeezes. your eyes widen, an internal scream of I can’t breathe! causing your heart to skip a beat. but sylus’s grip loosens just before the panic fully manifests and oxygen floods into your lungs, the relief racing both up to fill your head and down to pool between your thighs. 

“that.”

oh. your thinking is still cloudy, sentences not linking together properly, words not articulating, but you think you know what he’s talking about. how fitting.

sylus fucking likes the sound of you choking, the melody of you gasping and whimpering, even more vulnerable at his hands than you already are. and, honestly, it works out, because you love the way it feels when he chokes you. you know he's at war with himself internally, weighing out his own pleasure and your comfort. always so thoughtful. you respond with your own hand resting gently on top of his, squeezing it as if to urge him to continue. 

sylus seems a bit relieved and he leans down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue over it and pulling back just enough to whisper, “so you like that, kitten?” he sounds a bit hopeful and if you could think properly, you’d say it was cute. 

“yes,” it’s a blend of a hiccup, a sob, and likely a deranged giggle. your hand flutters on top of his, pressing it down into your neck. 

that’s all he needs to hear. 

it’s as simple as a flex of his perfect fingers that gets you to keen, your movements in tandem with his as you hook your legs around his waist. your expression, the beautiful sounds leaving you, and the steady stream of bliss dripping from your hole—it has him hard and throbbing as he positions himself between your legs. 

you’d whine if you could, but your voice is hidden behind sylus's giant hand, your breath shallow. you see stars when he slides into you, the stretch making your mouth fall open in a stifled scream, drool trickling from the corner of your lips. you’re unable to take the breath you usually would, to steady yourself, to keep yourself from unraveling then and there. no, now you’re only able to clench, to grip him with your needy walls. your mind is melting and his oh-so-intoxicating voice only adds fuel to the fire. 

“you’re so beautiful, sweetie. always, but especially when you’re like this,” sylus groans, his hips rocking into a pace that has you silently sobbing, the pleasure overwhelming. it’s like both of you have forgotten the level of your sensitivity, your orgasms in the past hour brushed aside. the focus is on how badly you want more, more, more right now. 

sylus is creating a pattern, lightening his grip on your neck only to slam into you right as you’re trying to recover with a breath. “you like it when you’re fucked stupid, huh?” he pants between thrusts. “my kitten just wants to be full of my cock?” 

your acquiescence is broken up into too many syllables, otherwise reduced to gasps and fluttering lashes. your nails dig pretty red crescents into his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as your lungs are tempted again and again, the rush of air being abruptly stopped and sylus pounding into your pussy enough to drive you crazy, if you aren’t already. 

sylus is equally drunk on your pussy; the way it pulls him into your heat, how your walls massage his cock each time he slams into you. it always feels like he’s reminding you that your pussy is all his, just for him. it's always been his goal; by the end of these late nights all you can remember is him, his cock and how nothing will ever fill you as perfectly. 

“aw, my needy little kitten, can’t think of anything but how good you feel right now, hm?” you think you nod, your teary chin hitting the back of his hand as his grasp tightens again. “there you go, sweetie,” he groans, his half-lidded gaze drinking up your tears and gasps. “feel so good you can't stop crying, hm? oh you’re so beautiful. so beautiful and all fucking mine.”

maybe it’s something about the way your eyes roll back, your lips parted in a suspended gasp, the rosy flush that’s filled your cheeks—whatever it is causes sylus’s hips to stutter, pushing into you at a depth that, if you weren’t already suffocating, would take your breath away. 

he lets go, his hand moving to brace himself through his own climax as it mixes with yours and you break down into delighted gasping sobs. “sy,” your voice is hoarse, broken, but the way your fingers trail up and down his forearm proves that it’s all in bliss. “holy shit, you're so—so good, it’s so… it feels so good.”

sylus chuckles breathlessly, the rough pads of his fingers going to draw soothing circles on the reddening skin of your neck. “you’re too perfect for me.” he hums and trails kisses from your neck to your jaw, finally ending at your lips.

his kisses are soft, far more tender than the roughness of his fingers around your throat, each one planting seeds of reality in your thoughts, slowly bringing your vocabulary back together in a way that makes sense, but not enough to draw you out from the pleasure that still has you shivering. “you did so well, sweetie,” he soothes into your lips, taking your weary giggles into his adoring kiss. “you’re absolutely amazing.” 

there’s a beat of hesitancy and Sylus takes the time to slowly pull out of you, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your hole tenses, a milky stream being pushed out and drawn back in with every pulse. He settles next to you and pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair and steadying his breathing to help inspire yours to calm. 

“sweetie?” he starts and you can barely place the discomfort in his tone. “that wasn't…” his brows furrow as the words escape him and he almost looks sheepish when he meets your gaze. so out of character, yet so endearing. “i didn’t hurt you… right?”

the laugh that leaves you is a bit more stable, genuine in its amusement. words are still proving to be difficult, due to both the mental toll and the physical pull on your throat, but you think you can get the point across when you kiss him. “no... didn’t hurt. i liked it—really liked it.” 

relief fills sylus’s sigh and he kisses your forehead, a small smile on his face when he pulls away to look at you. his eyes scan your equally red neck and you absently doodle invisible patterns on his bare chest, peeking up at him through your lashes. 

“what is it, cutie?” sylus asks in that irresistible timbre as he studies your needy expression. He knows what you want, but he’s fully prepared to keep you in his arms for just a bit longer and, thankfully, you’re in agreement. 

“need… a lil’ break…” you admit, nuzzling into his chest with a soft sigh. “but…” you peek up at him again with an adorable amount of playful shyness that makes his heart skip a beat.

“i can go again.”

[thebookbutterfly]

Hey there! Could you possibly write a Sandor Clegane x gender neutral reader where Sandor has a soft spot for reader and reader feels the same? He tries to hide it but one day reader get’s hurt and he patches them up and maybe confessions come out?

🦋 Little Bird— Sandor Clegane x gn!Reader

Summary: You get injured in an ambush. Sandor carries you to safety and takes care of you.

Tags: #so much hurt/comfort, #a teensy bit of angst, #fluffy ending, #potentially OOC Sandor Clegane but personally I think he is pretty baby girl, #request

Warnings: Gender Neutral, no use of Y/N, descriptions of blood and injury, mentions of death, cannon compliant threats of violence, no beta and no ‘ragrets' [1,371 words]

AN: This is a request by @agender-wolfie. I really hope that this is what you were looking for! It came out a bit longer than I intended, but I am such a sucker for hurt/comfort tropes I really shouldn’t be surprised lmao. I wrote this all in one sitting and I haven’t done any editing so please excuse any errors. Happy reading! 🦋 Love BB

If you like this work my requests are currently open! So please give me your ideas ;)

You hissed a curse, gravelly and threadbare, as Sandor sidestepped another fallen tree.

A jumble of vulgar expressions that barely registered to you as they left your mouth. Almost all of them taught to you by the giant man holding you to his chest. The hound cradled you surprisingly gently, but his tension was evident. It was written all over him.

His scarred face, which you so rarely got the opportunity to study, was pulled into a broken grimace. The rest of him taut like a wire ready to snap beneath his armour. If you weren’t bleeding all over him, you might have reached up to prod the furrow of his brow. A silly attempt to smooth away Sandor’s permanent scowl.

The thought shattered as another wave pain tore through your ribs. Every bump in the path sowing fresh agony in the ruined skin and muscle.

Sandor ran a calloused thumb over the side of your knee in apology. Uttering clumsy noises of comfort as he picked up the pace.

“We’re almost there. Hold on just a bit longer, little bird.”

His gruff voice was cut with a noticeable amount of panic. Your brow scrunched at the unusual sound. You had gotten used to many things about Sandor as you travelled North with him. His rough sense of humour, bitter attitude, scarred face and huge stature were familiar to you by now. Underneath those things, his kindness and his softheartedness had become apparent to you too.

All the vulnerable pieces of himself that he smothered and choked beneath layers of vulgar humour and recklessness, had been presented to you in glimpses as you got to know him. But panic? Panic was new to you.

The farmhouse that Sandor had marked out in the distance finally drew into view. Up close it was a measly grey thing. The stone masonry looked haphazard at best but its chimney puffed with life. Behind it a barn lay with its doors open and rattling in the freezing wind.

You expected Sandor to head straight for the shelter of the barn but instead he strode to the front door. The family of four, seated around the dining room table inside, scrambled back as he slammed open the door with his usual subtlety. Which was to say— none at all.

You groaned as the sudden movement jostled your wound. Normally you would have chastised him for being so rude but your head was swimming. Too weak to lift your hand, you focused your energy on your eyes. Willing them to stay open, if not for your sake then for the sake of your worried companion.

An old man stepped forward to speak but Sandor cut him off, “One of you better be a healer, because if they die I will mount all of your heads outside on sticks.”

It was an ugly threat and they paled. The youngest boy whimpered looking suddenly ill. A younger woman with dark hair and a generous smattering of freckles stepped forward. She gestured a slightly shaky hand towards the table before him, before turning to her family.

“Clear the table, quickly. We can lay them down here,” her attention shifted back to the massive man standing in the doorway, “I’m not a healer by profession but I’ll do everything I can.”

Sandor seemed pleased enough by this answer. The rest of the family had been wise enough not to put up a fight and so Sandor stepped forward. He eased his grip and lay you down on the hastily cleared surface.

He moved to step away and let this stranger do her work but you whimpered. Fingertips clutching at air until he shifted back into reach.

A leather belt was stuffed between your teeth as your tunic was torn up the side. Unfamiliar hands grasped at your arms and legs. Holding you down with a bruising grip. All the while, Sandor brushed his bloodied fingers over your forehead and through your hair. The warmth of his skin a small consolation for the pain you were about to endure.

The woman lifted a needle and thread. With a glance at Sandor and his affirming nod she began to count down and you closed your eyes, unable to look.

Three.

Two.

One.

Fire. Your body was on fire. You arched off the table. Trying to escape the agony, the needle slowly piecing your flesh back together. The table shook as you thrashed but the hands holding you down didn’t falter. Sandor’s gravely words of comfort were the last things ringing in your ears as the world went black.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The first thing that you noticed when you woke up was the lack of pain. Your side still ached, the wound tender, but it was a dull throbbing now. No longer, the screaming torture it was as Sandor carried you away from where you were ambushed.

The second was the warmth. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this warm since you and Sandor had journeyed across the border into the North. Sandor.

You opened your eyes slowly. The lighting was dim but from what you could tell you were inside the barn. The door was closed now though and soft orange candlelight illuminated the space.

You lay on your good side underneath a thick layer of blankets, and next to you lay the man your eyes sought for. His arm tucked you to him, large calloused hand resting somewhere on your lower back.

His heart thudded rhythmically beneath where your head lay on his chest. His even breathing and faint snores filled the quiet. Despite your inner protests it was the most comfortable you had been in years.

You gazed up at him, not wanting to wake him just yet. Sandor didn’t sleep nearly enough and you were content to watch the way the candlelight danced across his skin. It caught on his scarred cheek. Shadows flickering on the panes of his face.

Unable to resist you lifted a hand to his cheek. Your touch was featherlight but his eyes snapped open. Sandor’s gaze flicked to you immediately. Scanning you for distress and finding none, his body relaxed.

“Seven Hells, I thought you were going to die. Never do that again,” he said gruffly. His cheeks were flushed but he made no move to shift away from you.

Your voice was cracked from screaming but you still managed to mumble, “M’Sorry.”

Sandor sighed, “It wasn’t your fault, little bird.” He reached into his pack and pulled out a water-skein. Unscrewing the top he held it out towards you.

“Here, drink. Then you can go back to sleep,” he said.

“Thank you.”

The moisture eased the pain in your throat and soon you were snuggled back up under Sandor’s arm. The wind howled through the rafters and you both sat in silence for a little while.

Your thoughts broke the quiet, “Thank you for carrying me here. Thank you for staying.”

Sandor’s eyes met yours, they were unguarded and soft in a way that seemed reserved for you. Reserved for these conversations in the dark.

His voice was low as he replied, “I would have carried you to the ends of the earth, little bird.”

You studied him, the scars that mottled his skin, the cut on his brow and the curl of his mouth. Something deep within you settled, like a cat stretching out on a rug.

“You’re a good man, Sandor Clegane,” you said.

The conviction in your voice hit him harder than any blow on the battlefield ever had. The tidal wave of emotions that followed threatened to take him under but he swallowed them down.

You pretended not to notice his watery eyes and he lifted his spare hand to stroke your head. “Go to sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

You nodded sleepily, too tired to fight it off any longer. A few seconds pass before you feel it. The soft press of his lips on your forehead. They linger there for a while before he pulls back, the warmth that they leave behind searing like a brand on your skin. You smile as you drift off, lulled to sleep by his warm embrace and steady breathing.

“Goodnight, little bird.”

[maybe-a-bi-witch]

You're my Best Friend (nanami kento x reader)

A longer fic version of this

Best friends to lovers with Nanami Kento. Fluff, a little tiny bit of angst but a Happy ending. Mild spoilers. Set in the early 2000s. I was thinking about what to call this and became inspired by the song "You are in love" by Taylor Swift

a/n: this is my first fic like this, i hope you guys like it. Feedback is super appreciated <3

"You're a…what?", you say in disbelief, trying to figure out if your normally level headed best friend has officially gone insane.

"A sorcerer", Kento says slowly, as if he hasn't fully accepted it either. "In the world, there's cursed energy and some people, sorcerers, are capable of using it. Usually to fight curses." 

Your mouth hangs agape as you wonder if this is some prank he's playing on you. But Kento has never lied to you before. (although he's never claimed monsters and sorcerers were real either.)

"I believe you", you say finally, to Kento's relief, "I mean this sounds completely insane but I trust you."

He finally cracks a small smile before frowning as he remembers something. "That's not all"

"What? Don't tell me aliens are real too"

"They want me to go to a school that trains sorcerers" he swallows before continuing, "in Tokyo"

You feel your heart stop as you realise that means you'll hardly see him anymore. Ever since preschool, the one constant in your life has been Nanami Kento. Sitting in class, eating lunch, walking home, no matter what you did or where you were, he was always by your side. 

You can't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with him, you just remember waking up one day and knowing. Maybe it was when he would ask the teachers questions for you in preschool, or in elementary school when he tried to bake you a cake by himself for your birthday. It might have been when he started reading all your favourite books so he could talk about them with you or when he spent half an hour trying to win you a teddy bear at an arcade. You may not know when you fell in love with him but you do know that loving Nanami Kento came as naturally as breathing.

"Promise you'll come back to visit", you say, trying to offer a smile. He nods, swearing that he'll never break a promise to you.

Nanami Kento remembers the exact moment he fell in love with you. It was fourth grade and your tenth birthday was coming up. He spent days looking up recipes and baking tutorials so that he could bake you the perfect cake. He spent hours on it. By the time he finished, his mom joked that there was more flour on him than in the cake but it was worth it to see the look on your face when he sowed it to you. The cake didn’t turn out great, the layers were uneven, the frosting was grainy and the entire thing was lopsided. When you saw it, you immediately started tearing up. At first he started apologising because he thought it was so bad that it made you cry. But then you threw your arms around his shoulders smiling widely and told him that nobody had ever done something so nice for you before. From that moment he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile like that. 

“- and  I put some of the new Fall Out Boy songs on the playlist too. The new album isn’t their best but”, you stop as you see a strange look on his face. “What’s wrong Ken?” 

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just,” he pauses then says, “You’re my best friend”

“The cheesecake was good but I think next time I want to try the brownie”, you say, shivering as you step outside the new bakery Kento brought you to. “I told you to bring a jacket, " he says, frowning while he takes off his sweater to give you. 

“I didn’t think it would be this cold!” you say trying to defend yourself as you tell him to keep his sweater on so he doesn’t freeze. “I’m not feeling that cold anyway”, he says as he forces the soft material into your hands. 

You put it on, closing your eyes as you feel the warm embrace of the fabric. “It smells like you”, you say before clarifying, “in a good way, I mean.” He just laughs and shakes his head before walking you back home. 

He laughs the same way years later, when you reveal that you slept in the sweater for a week, only stopping once it didn’t smell like him anymore. 

“Kento I know you’re in there!”, you shout, knocking on his bedroom door. “Your mom told me you were home.” He opens the door with a sigh before looking down at you and asking what you were doing here. As he gazes at you, you notice the deep eyebags that weren't there before, and a hardness in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. 

“I’m here because my best friend disappeared! Because you haven’t responded to my texts, or IMs or emails for weeks and I needed to know that you were okay”

“Well you can see that I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me, but you can go now.”

“Fine? Really” , you scoff, pushing your way into the dark room. “You won’t talk to me, your parents told me that you barely say a word to them and you clearly haven’t been sleeping! I want to help you Ken. I want to be there for you but you keep pushing me away.” Your voice softens before you continue, “I know you and Haibara were really close. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now”

“Exactly, you don’t know how I’m feeling right now and I hope that you never do”, he yells , “I’ve seen what this life can do to people, I’ve seen the toll it takes on the people left behind. I could die at any moment while on a mission, and I don’t want you to have to feel that kind of loss! I love you too much to put you through that! It’s better this way.” 

“Better for who Kento? Because I’m already miserable without you and you don’t seem to be doing much better! I know that being a sorcerer is dangerous and that something could happen to you. But isn’t it better to have loved and lost than to live life alone, because you’re worried about what might happen?”, you feel tears welling in your eyes before you continue, “I’m in love with you Kento and I don’t care how risky your life is. I’m willing to face any amount of pain if it means keeping you in my life. I would rather have you, and risk losing you, than not have you and lose you anyway.”

Kento feels his world stop spinning as soon as the words ‘I’m in love with you’ spill out of your lips. His mouth hangs open as he tries to figure out what to say. The only words that he manages to get out are, “Can I kiss you” as he leans closer. You nod slowly as you move towards him. 

You can feel his breath tickle your face before his lips finally descend to capture yours. Something warm grows in his chest, like the first flowers of spring blooming after a long winter. The entire world around him disappears as he feels your soft lips dancing against his own. His hands move gently to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. You snake your arms around his waist, feeling the soft caress of his hands on your cheeks. Feelings left unsaid for years come bubbling up and overflows.

When you two finally break apart to breathe, you notice a familiar look in his eyes. And this time, you knew what it was. 

He is in love

a/n: I'm not a huge fan of the title banner i made but lmk what you guys think.

tag list: @jasminelee324

[unintentionalseductress]

Werewolf! Omega! Nanami Headcanons

Can't stop thinking about Omega! Nanami and how sweet and needy he would with his alpha....

🐾Omega! Nanami who craves to be bonded and have an exclusive relationship with an alpha

🐾Omega! Nanami who smells so wonderful that you can't resist wanting to breed with him, an intoxicating smell of pine and amber coming from his scent glands

🐾Omega! Nanami who submissively offers his neck to you so that you can put your mating mark on him. He wants everyone to know he's taken.

🐾Omega! Nanami who is so grateful when you let him mark you back, because he's so fucking sweet and does all the things a perfect omega should do that you can't help but want to be bonded to him. He runs his nose along your scent glands as he bites down, feeling like he might go into heat from the scent alone.

🐾Omega! Nanami who is so snuggly and cuddly and warm that you never want to sleep away from him. You inner alpha instincts want to protect him and let him know he is safe and that no one can take him from you. He belongs in your bed by your side and that's where he's expected to sleep for the rest of his life.

🐾Omega! Nanami who gets shy when he goes into heat, that haze of sexual need falling over him but looks at you with with such needy eyes. How could you resist him when you smell his heat? Of course it sends you into a rut.

🐾Omega! Nanami who whimpers and makes a nest of all your clothes and soft belongings as his heat gets stronger, humping against the pillows of your shared bed, cock painful from arousal and the need to mate with you, hoping you'll come to him soon and breed with him.

🐾Omega! Nanami who you catch in the act of humping your pillow and the sight sends you into an immediate rut. You lick his scent glands and send him into a frenzy as he whimpers helplessly under you, now rocking his erection against your thigh as you kiss him aggressively, resisting the urge to overpower him. You want to be so rough and mark him up all over but he's still your sweet little omega and you would never want to hurt him.

🐾Omega! Nanami who asks so nicely if you will fuck him. The soft way he begs makes your heart clench and your clit throb with pleasure at the thought. You make him eat you out first though, that long tongue flicking against your clit making you see stars as you almost howl with pleasure, your own rut making it hard to think straight. You cum fast, and his mouth laps up all the juices, feeling himself starting to succumb to his own heat and need to be in you.

🐾Omega! Nanami who whines and whimpers so prettily as you finally gift him your pussy, slipping his cock into your wetness. He pathetically moves his hips, movements already sloppy as he mutters praises to you. "thank you for breeding with me thank you I love you your so good to me my cock feels so good thank you thank you thank you..." he moans as he fucks into you

🐾Omega! Nanami, who you pull close as the both of you breed, telling him you love him, that you'll always be his alpha exclusively, wiping away the tears that form in his eyes from the intensity of his heat, nuzzling and biting his neck as he continues to fuck into you. "thank you for letting me fuck you," he whimpers so pathetically that it makes your pussy clench around him as he hits your g-spot so perfectly.

🐾Omega! Nanami who asks permission as he feels himself about to knot. "gonna knot soon... Is that OK?" he asks brokenly, trying to talk in between his thrusting. You kiss him so sweetly because he looks fucking adorable, his face red and sweaty as he tries to control his natural impulses. "Yes my sweet omega... Gonna knot me? Fill me up with your pups? Because I want them baby..." He'll cum so hard, thick spurts of it coating your womb as he orgasms, then a soft sigh of relief as the knot forms, keeping your bodies together.

🐾Omega! Nanami who cuddles into you once the knot has formed, feeling so secure and loved by his alpha's presence. "was that good?" he asks, needing the reassurance. You kiss him deeply and pet him. "So fucking good my love. Let's just keep going till we can't no more hmm?"

dividers by @/ cafe kitsune © unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[scoldingdarjeeling]

🦑Soul Snare - Chapter One🩸

I've always sensed an intriguing connection—a profound symbiosis—between Lovecraft's haunting Cthulhu Mythos and Clive Barker's unsettling Books of Blood. As such, I'm delving into this captivating concept. I invite you to explore it with me!

(Chapter) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Other Fandoms: LOVECRAFT H. P. - Works, Cthulhu Mythos - H. P. Lovecraft, Books of Blood - Clive Barker Relationships: Lovecraftian Entities/Original Character(s), Lovecraftian Entities & Original Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Non-Human Character(s) Characters: Original Human Character(s), Original Eldritch God(s), Original Non-Human Character(s)

Additional Tags: Body Horror, Film Noir, Supernatural Elements, Original Fiction, Dark, Unreliable Narrator, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Flirting, Violence, Death, Gothic, POV Third Person Limited, Surreal, Alternate Universe - Horror, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied Sexual Content, Female Protagonist, Male Antagonist, Lovecraftian Madness, Corruption, Old Gods, Dreamlike, Seduction, Demon/Human Relationships.

— ''A Prince of Carmine... A Prince of Sulphur... Where they tread... stars are bled.'' On the hunt for prey, Scarlett approaches a tall, dark stranger at the bar. But the encounter quickly turns into something far darker – an Eldritch horror, hungering for the taint in her blood. A deal is struck, and the cost is unimaginable. Will she be willing to pay the price?

"Hey, you got a light?"

The man hidden in shadow produces a lighter, and a blue flame licks greedily.

"Thanks a lot... Not much of a talker, huh? That's alright, I love the strong, silent types. May I join you?"

At that moment, a ghostly notion of a smile could be traced along the man's face.

A barstool shot out from nowhere and hit the young woman's legs from behind with force. You could read the surprise on her face as she suddenly found herself sitting down next to him.

"Hey!?"

The chatter from the numerous men died out suddenly, and they all gave a wary look at the unknown figure in black, now accompanied by a young woman.

The indoor temperature dropped sharply, and the candles along the walls flickered.

The townsfolk were naturally suspicious of strangers who came through town at night. And for good reason.

Tales told by merchants about an unseen dread naught of flesh, seeking to incubate any host rendered defenseless while in deep sleep, spread like lightning.

"... Do as you will."

"Oh-ho! Well, a girl is ever so grateful for the courtesy. Tell me... are you just as good at unfastening a bra?"

Her deep red lips curled into a lascivious smile.

The giant man in black lifted his glass, filled with an unknown substance, to his mouth. Not once did he turn to face her or even spare a glance.

"..."

"What's your name, Mr. Talkative? Don't believe I've ever seen your kind around these parts before... What are you? A traveler? A mercenary?"

Still no response.

Suddenly, his eyes met hers—fixed in a strange glow, like a feline caught in headlights. It startled her for a second, but she soon found her composure, suppressing any shudder.

"You're shy, aren't you? That's okay. I take that as a compliment."

"Aren't you too young to roam the streets at night?"

Offended by the stranger’s mocking remark, she was about to tell him off, but she couldn't find the strength. She was helplessly drawn to that alluring voice.

"I have enough experience. I'm the one everybody wants."

"Heh, you're a strange one..."

The young woman suddenly stood up, cigarette in hand, her eyes sharp with determination.

The man seemed unfazed by her sudden proximity as she pressed her warm body against his cold one, whispering in his ear.

"The name's Scarlett... and this is my domain. If you buy me whatever you're having in that glass... I'm yours for the taking."

She returned to her seat beside the motionless man.

"... Is that so? What about your point of origin?"

The young woman started to lose her patience.

"There is no such thing! Now look here, I have a talent for reading people's minds."

"Really? The words coming out of your mouth amuse me."

"I can tell—just by looking at a man—what he desires most..."

"Ha-ha..."

"I'm serious! Let me do my thing, and you'll experience it firsthand. Free of charge, of course."

"As you will."

She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and grounded herself.

"Come closer..."

A face materialized out of the darkness—sharp cheekbones, a cruel nose. His skin was ashen, deep-set eyes without eyebrows, irises black as the void, pupils glowing red.

His true intent was partially hidden beneath a jungle of long, raven hair—a predator’s gaze.

"I should warn you... I have quite the... singular taste."

"That's alright."

"Bartender! The young lady has a thirst... serve her up."

A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing rows of sharp teeth.

A glass slid into his hand, and he placed it firmly before the young girl, never breaking eye contact.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her pulse roared like a battle drum. A primeval memory surfaced—telling her to run.

But it was too late.

She could hear her voice slipping out.

"I... I see lust enveloped in violence... You... You find pleasure in death. To you, there is no separation between the two. You relish fear..."

The diabolic being before her, radiating an overwhelming supernatural aura, began to clap.

"Bravo! An impressive sense of intuition."

A glass containing a black, thick liquid without odor was placed into her trembling hands, claws brushing against her knuckles.

"So this is...?"

"A rare vintage, known for a toxin that works as a powerful hallucinogen. That is, falling asleep physically without losing awareness. It will show you the truth—the things imperceptible."

"And it's made of?"

To that question, the pale man, with his reptilian features, smirked wickedly.

"I guess you'll find out..."

AO3 link

[lumiereandstellaluna]

Thomasin looks at her phone – the reason for all this insanity. Her life changed when, while playing her beloved game, a message popped up on her screen, asking her if she wanted to become Stellaluna for real. She didn’t think much of it when she pressed “yes”, thinking it was just some pop-up ad for another game or a publicity stunt. 

Spoiler alert – it was definitely not a pop-up ad or a publicity stunt.

Her life changed the day when she came face to face with one of the monsters in her games - along with Xavier, who valiantly engaged with the horrific beast. Though he was a fine warrior, it was clear that he could not subdue the beast on his own.

That's where she came in.

Using her lunar charm, she turned into Stellaluna, her character from the game and his fated partner. Together, they fight against the mythical monsters, known as Wanderers, to keep Linkon City safe from harm.

Art of Lumiere by the talented Kirakanjo! (18+, Minors DNI)

[jackalopc]

TRIPLE FRONTIER TIMELINE INFO (+ My Personal Take on the Timeline)

UPDATED: 05MAR25

You can also read this on ellipsus, here. It's just a little neater + navigation via the outline.

I approach any level of meta and theory-crafting with the first rule being: Assume as little as possible (to start). I do my best to work off as little assumptions as possible, making as few leaps as required; unless something truly does not work out then I will then move on to another possible solution. But even then, I strive to stay as close as logically possible to the source material. I would personally rather figure out how to make something work within canon that still makes sense, than break canon to fit something I like.

In addition, I will do everything in my power to keep everything in the ‘Canon Info’ section as free of personal opinion as possible and as little speculation as possible. I will then of course blatantly point out anything that isn’t explicitly canon, as such, et cetera.

Anything labeled “Technical Nitpick:” will just be me pointing out more technical, well, nitpicks. But this is more to emphasize certain points or point out conflicting information as needed; not to just auto ‘this can’t be true’.

Dates will be labeled as such ##MON## with the first two ## being the day of the month, MON being the first three letters of the month, and the last two ## being the last two numbers of the year. ex: 31MAR16 = March 31st, 2016

Canon Info + Evidence Relating to Time + Place

The events of Triple Frontier by all accounts, appear to take place in late March 2016 to a little more than one week into April 2016.

Time

Redfly’s bill has the statement date & due dates as “25MAR” and “01APR” respectively.

The last digits of the years are too blurry to make out, at least in the pictures i’ve seen, but they do look like they say 2016. At minimum we can tell that it takes place during the mid to late 2010’s.

Lorea’s men are watching a soccer game during the movie. People have pointed out is a real match and appears to be one between Colombia & Ecuador, that is most likely one that took place on 31MAR16.

Technical Nitpick: 31MAR16 falls on a Thursday, not a Sunday. However we don’t know if the game was live or not when it was being watched, as it’s possible it could have been recorded or a re-run of the game a few days prior. But the game’s time at the very end of MAR16, still overall supports the confirmation of time frame.

Shortly after Redfly’s death, we’re told the team is 5 days late in terms of when they were meant to get to the boat that would then take them the final leg to Chile.

random aside: movies that don't span massive amounts of time also often try to release around the same time the movie takes place; so being released in March also helps back up the months it takes place.

Location(s)

We know that Redfly, Redfly’s family (two daughters + ex-wife), Ironhead, Ben, Catfish, and Catfish’s lady & child, all reside in or close to Tampa, Florida, USA. More than likely all reside within Pinellas County.

Ben’s t-shirt for his MMA fight league has the area code for 727/Pinellas County. You can see the address for Redfly’s old home (where his ex-wife and daughters currently live), on the bill.

CREDIT: A massive thank you @dameronscopilot for pointing this out.

Other than his presence there, we do not have any confirmation of where Catfish lives. However, it seems likely then, just by Catfish also being there at the fight that he likely also lives nearby/within reasonable travel distance. More than likely he also lives in Pinellas County.

EDIT (05MAR25): this match could take place on the weekend or... idk something. it doesn't really make sense why tess is going to school but then the match is happening and everyone is seemingly daydrinking as a friend pointed out and honestly it doesnt really make sense. but frankly i don't think this changes anything significantly and would still fit into my personal timeline below if it took place on the weekend. EITHER WAY, CATFISH PROBABLY ALSO LIVES CLOSE BY THATS ALL I'M TRYING TO SAY. Especially as the fight takes place in the early morning (Tess is only just being dropped off at school just before it); and when this doesn’t appear to be any kind of ‘special’ match for Ben.

CREDIT: thanks to @criticalarchitecture for pointing this out

We know Pope has been in Colombia for, at minimum, the last three years.

Misc Notes

It is important to remember, that even with the very slight delay in the mansion: they were still completely on schedule in terms of their grand plan, up until the moment they crashed. It was not until that point did any major change happen that actually added significant time to their plan.

It’s also important to remember that these men are hauling ass. They are sleeping absolute bare minimum and traveling to get from Lorea’s to their destination as quickly as possible. Not only are they capable they’re literally trained to do this. The only moments they are not physically moving is when they’re stopping to catch what are essentially not terribly far off from cat naps; so they’re traveling even during most of the nights.

They are also likely sleeping in shifts to maintain a watch, especially when they know they’re being hunted because of their heist. Which means at least one person is awake while the others sleep and switch out periodically.

Jack's Personal Timeline:

TLDR: The events of the movie (Pope recruiting the team to them saying goodbye in Chile) likely take place sometime between 25MAR16-13APR16; with a few days-worth of of padding to account for travel, prep, recoup, and us not knowing 100% when Pope arrives in Tampa. This is easily the most generous possible version of the timeline.

(full timeline breakdown under the cut)

25-29MAR16

Sometime during these dates, Pope arrives back in Tampa and see’s everyone.

This leaves a minimum 1 day gap between Pope’s arrival + the ‘Thursday’ he mentions for them leaving. 25MAR16 is the previous Friday so, this would track.

31MAR16 - 01APR16 (Thursday-Friday) - Travel + Recce

The team leaves for Colombia & do the recce.

Redfly mentions, post-recce and dinner, they’d need the heavy-lift helicopter within “32 hours”. Since they would need it for the upcoming Sunday, which is the 03APR16. More than likely then, their travel time + the recce took them from Thursday and into Friday (31MAR16 - 01APR16).

It is during the recce that Yovanna gets the information they need to confirm the money is in the mansion.

02APR16 (Saturday) - Preparations

This gives them at least one full day (Saturday) to prep and get the info from Yovanna.

Prep Day, the team meets at the shipyard to get their gear. That morning Yovanna got Pope the footage/pictures + he requested the van from her.

03APR16 (Sunday) - The Day of the Heist

The heist takes place early morning.

Post-heist, they drive some distance to the air field, weigh/load, take off.

They make it to Peru in the late night, where they drop of Yovanna and her brother. Probably refuel, take off.

Catfish says that it will take about 4 hours to get to the mountains where they’ll have to go higher.

April 4th (Monday) - The Day of the Crash

They’re crossing over the Andes when they crash. Presumably approx 4 hours as Catfish stated, after dropping Yovanna and her brother off.

Their original timeline to get to the boat was most likely this day.

Please note from here it gets a little wonky as there are a lot more overlapping events and save for a single moment, we’re not given a particularly solid idea of timeline.

April 4th-10th (Monday-Saturday) - Travel

Redfly most likely dies around 07-08APR16.

Due to the crash, they are five days late to the boat they had scheduled. I personally believe they go on to actually get on the boat into the very early morning on the 6th day late (April 10th).

More than likely they reach their destination within the same day they take off on the boat.

Post-10APR16 - Meeting with Pope’s agency contact in Chile

They meet with Pope’s contact who arranges the money for the team.

By my best guess, this most likely takes place about a day or so after of them arriving in Chile. I would personally estimate about 2-3 days, so sometime between the 11-13APR16.

This is just enough time for the men to:

Hand over the money for the contact/lawyer to count; for said lawyer to write up the last minute documents for the Redfly trust, and have arrangements to be made for Redfly’s body; get at least one night/day to clean up, rest, and for them (and especially Ironhead) to seek medical attention.

Within the next 24-48 hours post-meeting, presumably, they all end up on flights to their destinations. Back home to Tampa, FL for the Miller’s and Catfish; and Australia for Pope.

[its-luna-noel]

masks | gojo x reader

you and your friend gojo throw a halloween party

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, smut, drinking, drunk sex, mask kink, the mask stays on, finger sucking

word count: 1.4k

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masterlist | link to ao3

notes: hope you enjoy!

It took a while to convince him, but you finally convinced Gojo to let you throw a party at his apartment.

It’s just the perfect place to entertain; you’ve never seen an apartment that nice before. And so when you finally suggest throwing a Halloween party, he groans and crosses his arms over his chest, looking at you sternly.

“Fine!” he says. “I’ll allow it. But you’re in charge of everything . And if it’s a boring party, I’m sending everyone home.”

“Deal.”

And so you shake on it.

You take care of everything. The decorations, the guest list, the playlist. All Gojo has to do for his own party is attend and pick a costume.

And so on the day of the party, when Gojo’s dressed in a costume as cliche as Ghostface, you shake your head in mock disappointment. “Really? Couldn’t come up with something more original?”

“Hey,” he says, his voice muffled slightly through his mask, “it’s a classic for a reason.”

You just shake your head again, raising your red Solo cup to your lips to take another sip of your drink.

He tilts the mask up to the top of his head, revealing his handsome face underneath, his hair slightly messy from the hood. He winks at you, blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he tips his head back, lips pressed against the glass of a beer bottle.

You watch him, the alcohol in your blood making your brain a little fuzzy. You bite your lip and tear your eyes away as he replaces his mask.

The two of you play polite hosts, but you make sure Gojo has his fun, too. You force him to; handing him drinks and keeping him fed with snacks and entertained with drinking games, and soon both of you are happily drunk, and you’re leaning into his side while he slings an arm around your shoulder.

“Told you it would be a good party,” you tell him, words slightly slurred as you tilt your head up to look at him.

“You did,” he acknowledges, sounding just as intoxicated, just as content. And he looks down at you, that damned mask still covering his face, the dark hood over his head, and god it just turns you on so much, knowing he’s watching you behind that mask but that you can’t see him. That you can’t tell if he’s watching your lips, like you hope he is, or looking up and down your body, wanting you like you want him.

He leans a little closer, his voice low and slightly muffled. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Yeah?” you ask softly.

He leans in a little further. “Yeah,” he murmurs, one hand snaking down to grip your hip. “Absolutely crazy.”

He pulls you in, and you stumble a little, your hands pressing against the black fabric over his chest. Your hand slides down, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, and now his breath hitches, and you can’t see his eyes but you can almost imagine how he’s looking at you when he softly begs, “Come upstairs with me.”

And so you do. You follow him upstairs to his bedroom, and he’s taking you up the wall, and he can’t kiss you through his mask but he’s touching you everywhere, and it’s enough, it’s everything.

His hand slips inside your costume, and he groans softly, his other hand leaning against the wall beside your head. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, his long slender fingers gently tracing your lower lips, smearing your slick around with a light touch.

You whimper softly, head falling back against the wall behind you. “Please touch me.”

He huffs a soft laugh, behind the mask. “I am touching you, pretty girl.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Hmm…” He hums and tilts his head to the side, like he’s thinking hard about what you’re saying. “I don’t think I do. You’ll have to be more specific for me.”

You grunt quietly; you can hear his smug grin in his voice. “I want you to finger me,” you tell him, blushing at the explicit words.

“There we go.” And he complies, nudging past your swollen lips to brush the tip of his middle finger against your sopping wet entrance. Then he pushes inside, all the way up to the last knuckle, and you gasp and grab his shoulders, rocking your hips as he pulls back and starts fingerfucking you in earnest.

“Pretty fucking girl,” he whispers, and you can barely hear his soft voice through the mask, your mind foggy as his fingers curl against that spongy spot that sends pleasure sparking all the way down to your fingers and toes. His thumb brushes against your swollen clit, giving you that much needed stimulation as you grind down against his hand. You need that high, you’re chasing it, and he’s going to give it to you.

Your eyes stay locked on that mask he’s wearing, and you’re so goddamn turned on because you have no idea what’s going on beneath it, if he’s enjoying the sight of you coming undone or if his expression is its own stoic mask underneath.

You can’t tell, and that mystery is driving you crazy.

He seems so unyielding, so adamantly dominant, with that mask on. Like he’s forcing you towards your orgasm without any pretense.

You crash towards your climax, your legs nearly giving out as he props you up against the wall with his body. He pulls his fingers from you, and they’re covered in your arousal, drenched practically to the wrist, and he brings those fingers to your mouth and pushes them inside the warmth of your mouth.

“Lick them clean,” he tells you.

So you do. Wrapping your lips around them and sucking them dry, swirling your tongue around them, tasting yourself.

And as far as you can tell, from behind the mask, he’s entirely unaffected by your show.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and grips your arms, towing you towards his bed and laying you out like a painting on top of his sheets. He climbs on top of you, and he doesn’t even remove the mask, or his dark costume, or even most of your costume. He just takes his rock hard dick out of his pants, pulls yours off and chucks them across the room, before shoving inside you, taking you hard and fast.

Silent and stoic.

You’re a moaning mess, gazing up at that unmoving mask as your noises fill the room, and as you clench around him and drench his cock with your slick, you finally hear his panting and moaning start to rise. It’s the first break in composure you’ve been able to see from behind the mask, and it only turns you on more, hearing those sounds and still staring into the dark eyes of the mask.

Your breath puffs against the mask, condensing on the cool plastic. And Gojo can’t help but moan at the sight of you, laid beneath him, staring up at him like that.

It pushes him towards the edge, the sight of your parted lips and wide, staring eyes. His hips start to stutter, and he takes you faster, chanting under his breath, “ Gonna cum, gonna cum… ” And when you hear that, you beg him to cum inside.

He groans, hips stopping inside you for just a moment with indecision before he picks back up, just as fast and unforgiving as before. “I shouldn’t,” he says, and you know he’s right, because you’re just friends. You’re friends, and you’re drunk, and you shouldn’t even be doing this.

But then you just stare at that fucking mask, and you need him inside you, need to feel him cum when he lets go, and you just hold him tight and nod. “Please, please, please.”

He can’t deny you anything when you’re begging that sweetly.

And so he cums inside you, groaning behind that mask, and you can feel every twitch, every ounce of his seed that pumps inside you.

It’s not until he pulls out that he takes off the mask, his hair disheveled, so he can catch his breath. He collapses beside you, pulling you close, and even though neither of you know what this means for you now, neither of you regret a damn thing.

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Could I request smut headcanons for Arcane Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko reacting to his female s/o accidentally turning him on please?

HEADCANON - ACCIDENTALLY TURNING THEM ON

ft. Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko

synopsis: you didn't mean to. Honestly! You weren't doing anything special, anything intentionally, it just… kind of happened? It’s not your fault your boys are obsessed with you!

warnings: accidental teasing, purposeful teasing, banter, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), dry humping, thigh/ass kink, wearing his clothes, praise, degradation, cumming in pants, squirting, marking, smoking, argument (not between R or the boys, some random dude), voice kink, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Thanks for being the first request for headcanons! A few of these characters I haven't written for before so I hope I get their characterization down. Love ya! Xoxo

VIKTOR

He's never had the biggest libido. Being so focused on his work he forgets basic necessities. Eating, sleeping, the whole shebang.

But when he does remember… oh boy you're in for a wild ride.

Literally.

You don't know what the hell happened. All you know is you went to the lab to drop off a packed lunch for Viktor. You're certain he hasn't eaten breakfast so he must be starving, even if he himself hasn't clocked it yet.

You wore a simple sun dress in your favourite colour, highlighting your beauty. Your hair was up and out of the way, and you can't t remember if you have any makeup on or not. Simple flats dawn your feet. You're comfortable.

You're insanely beautiful to Viktor.

He didn't hear you enter the lab, but he saw the lunch pail lightly drop down onto his desk, and when he lifted his gaze, all he saw was your cleavage.

Soft skin he's intimately familiar with. Skin that bruises wonderfully and that makes you gasp in a way that makes Viktor's ears warm.

He sees your mouth moving, but doesn't hear anything coming out of it. Oh your lips look so lush. So soft and biteable. Glossy too. He wonders if they taste like your favourite fruit.

Before he knows it, there's a tight feeling in his pants and his cock aches against the restricting fabric.

One thing led to another and here you are; spread out across his desk. Your panties in his pocket as he eats you out viciously. The tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin covered in your essence.

You gasp and moan at the familiar sensations. God. You two may not have a crazy sex life, but it is always mind-blowing.

You can see one of Viktor’s arms moving up and down desperately as he eats you out, he's jerking himself off as he devours you.

That realization is what sends you over the edge as you cum on Viktor’s tongue. Your thighs clench against his beautiful face and he moans brokenely into your sex. A slight whimper escapes him when he's done.

You're left panting on the desk as Viktor casually states, “Thank you for the meal. I greatly appreciated it.” as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

You laugh incredulously as he takes the lunch pail off the desk to see what you brought him.

What the fuck just happened?

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JAYCE

Jayce is a simple man. Everything about you is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. He's surprised he has enough blood in his body to keep him functioning with the amount of times you've made him hard.

This morning is no different.

Jayce wakes up alone in bed and pouts at the cold spot you left behind. There's a whisper of warmth, indicating you got up maybe ten minutes ago.

He drags his feet to the kitchen, his slippers sliding against the floor as he yawns and scratches his bare stomach.

The yawn gets caught in his throat when he sees you humming lightly in the kitchen, casually making two coffees to start your day.

Your hair is a bit messy, but that doesn't bother Jayce. It’s what your wearing that gets him.

Jayce runs hot. He always has. So when it’s time to go to bed, he takes his pyjamas off and sleeps in boxers. When he wakes up he puts the pants back on, but he was wondering where the shirt was.

It’s on you. It’s way too big, coming down to about mid-thigh on you. It’s a rich red colour with some gold embroidery. On the chest pocket is the symbol of House Talis.

You need something on the top shelf and get on your tip toes to get it as you reach up, and with that, Jayce sees the entirety of your thighs and your ass. Your underwear leaves very little to the imagination.

Jayce feels as if he got punched in the gut as all the blood in his body rushes to his dick.

He comes up behind you quietly and puts a hand on your hip, the other reaching up to grab the other mug for you. Jayce likes putting your favourite cups too high up so you have to ask for his help, it's working in his favour at the moment.

“Jayce!” you gasp, a smile painting your pretty face. He can't help but grin back at you and kiss your cheek as he places the cup down on the countertop.

You tilt your head to the side to give Jayce more room, he takes it gladly. Kissing down your neck, nipping as he goes. You moan quietly.

Your moans amp up when you feel his massive hard on rubbing against your ass incessantly, “Really?! Jayce!”

He moans out a laugh, “Don’t judge me! I can't help it, you're so beautiful.”

You turn around and kiss him properly, a hand cupping his erection, he whines into the kiss.

Your coffee is forgotten as he pins you down onto the countertop, his pyjama pants lowered just enough to release his cock.

He ruts agaisnt your clothed pussy, the underwear giving great friction for the two of you.

You can't help but moan at the feeling. Your panties are ruined with your slick and Jayce's precum. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit deliciously, and his length keeps the pleasure going.

Before you know it you're cumming, soaking your underwear, and Jayce follows suit, ruining your underwear even further.

Your thighs and ass have fingerprint-shaped bruises. They'll be there for the next few weeks.

Guess you'll have to start wearing Jayce's clothes more often…

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STEB

Steb is a sweetheart. He's very kind and caring, if a bit quiet. He doesn't speak often, but his facial expressions and body language give him away easily.

So imagine his surprise when he wakes up with a raging hard on and you none the wiser as you continue to drift off in dream land.

His face heats up in mortification as he tries to pry you away from him. Gently detangling your bodies, in doing this, the nightgown you wear to bed has shifted as well.

Your breasts damn near spill out— wait you moved again your tits are out. A clear shot of your soft breasts and lightly pebbled nipples is all Steb can focus on. Then his gaze shifts against his will.

His eyes trail your waist, your barely covered hips and there she is. Your pussy is out and playfully saying high. Your pubes are a bit bushier than normal due to the amount of tossing and turning you do.

God you're displayed like a delicious feast and Steb wants to sink his teeth into you.

But you're sleeping, and you work long hours. He doesn't want to bother you.

So he uses your image to jerk off.

He's a bit clumsy, and he tries his best to not make noise. He's unsuccessful.

Pants, moans, and whines escape the pretty fish boy. He gets loud enough that you wake up, and what a sight he is!

Face flushed, lower lip bitten in desperation, a large hand pumping his cock, fingers deftly playing with the ridges on his shaft.

You moan lightly at the sight and Steb freezes. “Don’t stop on my account darling. I was just starting to enjoy the show.”

Steb’s face erupts into a bright red as a shuddery moan escapes him. You bite your lip at the sound, Steb very rarely speaks, so hearing his voice all debauched has made your pussy dripping wet.

You open your legs wide and start to play with your pussy, dragging a finger through your wetness, three fingers rubbing casually rubbing your clit.

A look of astonishment is what you get from Steb, especially when you take his free hand and bring it to your breast, squeezing it harshly. Steb’s motions speed up, as do yours. Seeing him so ruined at the mere sight of you is ramping up your ego you're not going to lie.

Eventually, the two of you cum, it happens when the two of you kiss sweetly enough. Steb’s panting in exhaustion as you just lay him on your chest, tracing his features with your fingertips.

“… Thank you.” Steb says quietly, his voice smooth and sweet. You smile at your handsome boy, “No problem sweetheart. Now, shall we go back to sleep for a bit? Your shift starts in a few hours.”

Steb groans and buries his face deeper into your chest and you can't help but laugh at him.

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VANDER

You've been helping Vander out at the Last Drop ever since you were a teen and he was in his twenties.

You helped look after the kids, and helped count inventory. Vander is the face of the bar, both as the bartender and as the owner.

Now the kids are teens themselves, you're in your late twenties and Vander is pushing early forties. The eleven-year age gap now not as obvious as it once was.

You've always kind of had a crush on him. He's gorgeous, kind, caring, and has this gentle dominance about him. He's never scared you— he's the one you go to when you're scared.

Especially now that you bartend with the man. “You're family” he said, “The kids don't need an eye on them 24/7 now, let them grow a bit on their own. But I still need you. Come bartend with me. I'll teach you all the tricks.”

Now, how could you say no to that?

You couldn’t, so now you’re a well known face at the Last Drop

A very well known face

A very pretty one

But there’s an unsaid rule, You’re Vander’s Girl. No if’s, ands, or buts.

Some patrons don’t understand that.

One in particular is making you want to commit murder. He’s rude, touchy, and disgusting to look at.

At one point when you turned around to grab a bottle of booze, the son of a bitch slapped your ass, in retaliation, you swung around and smashed said bottle of booze into his face.

He fell flat on his back, glass stuck in his face as it bled profusely. Other patrons of the bar became silent. A pin drop could be heard in the once lively bar.

“You Bitch!” The man gargles out, oops looks like you broke his jaw. You sneer down at him, “You’re lucky I’m the one who hurt you, instead of Vander.”

“The ladies right. Now get the hell out of my bar.” Vander states as he enters the bar from the back room, wiping his hands with a towel, before tossing it onto his shoulder.

The hurt man stumbles up and leaves, his tail between his legs. Your anger hasn’t subsided, as you pant in frustration. You want to rip your hair out, destroy the bottles of liquor lining the wall. Stab someone. Anything to get this anger out.

Vander clears his throat, “Benzo, you mind watching the bar for a bit? Gotta calm the Little Miss down.”

Benzo just nods silently as Vander takes your hand and drags you to the back of the bar, into the stock room. There’s a multitude of bottles, barrels, cold fridges, and a table with a few chairs, so that you can count inventory comfortably.

Vander sits you down before sitting next to you. There’s a small silence between the two of you, but it’s a comfortable one.

“I’m proud of you.” At that statement, your head whips around to look at the handsome man. “What?”

“I’m proud of you. A decade ago you would’ve let it slide, not this time. You stood up for yourself. I’m proud of you.”

You snicker, “A decade ago I was seventeen and worried about how others thought of me. Not anymore. Who gives a shit if some people don’t like me? I can’t please everyone.”

“I forget how young you are sometimes. The Lanes… they change you. They change everyone.”

A small smile erupts across your face, you hand coming to rest on top of one of Vanders. God damn his hand is so much bigger than yours.

“You’re young too you know? You’re only thirty-eight. Oh the horror, you’re almost forty!” You tease, a giggle in your voice. Vander rolls his eyes, “I was eleven when you were born.”

“Now I’m a grown woman.”

There’s a silence between you two again, but this time it’s not as comfortable. There’s tension there. Undeniable tension.

Vander clears his throat after some time, “So, you feeling better? Not gonna kill one of my patrons?”

You purse your lips, “Honestly. No. I’m still angry, and I know if I go out to bartend again without dealing with it, I probably will snap, and at someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

With that, you stand up and place yourself in Vander’s lap. The older man gasps at your audacity. You smirk, “One thing that’s always helped me calm down is a good orgasm.”

Vander’s hands go to your hips, they completely encompass them. “I can’t Lass. You’re… you’re too young.”

“I’m twenty seven. Like I said before, I’m a grown woman.”

“I’ve known you since you were a teen.”

“And I’ve wanted to fuck you since then. Be happy I’m seducing you now rather than when I was a teen.”

Vander says your name sharply when you start to rub yourself in his lap, “I know you want this too Vander. I see how you look at me. At my ass when I bend over, at my tits when I lean against the bar, at my lips when I bite them. I see how much you want me, and the guilt that follows.”

A groan escapes him, “We shouldn’t… it’s wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so good?”

Vander smashes his lips against yours and you moan at the feeling, the very large bulge rubbing against your pussy isn’t helping.

You both pull apart from the kiss, panting as you stare at one another, “We can’t fuck here. I need time to prep you. My fingers good enough for now lovely?” Vander asks, eyes dark with want. You nod desperately as you lick your lips, god you taste just like him now. His pipe, his favourite whisky, and mint from when he brushed his teeth. Its addicting.

Vander pushes your pants and panties down easily, your bare pussy soaking Vander's pants. His fingers are huge, god they're gonna feel so good fucking your pussy.

And they do. They're massive. Curling against your g-spot effortlessly. They even bump lightly into your cervix which sends a zing of pleasure down your spine.

You have to cover your mouth with your hand so as to not let Benzo or he patrons know what’s going on.

Before you know it, you're cumming aggressively. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt. A squeal escaping your parted lips.

Vander hushes you as he prolongs your pleasure, almost pushing to overstimulation.

A sweet kiss is places onto your temple as Vander gets you presentable again. He pops his fingers into hai mouth and you groan in embarrassment.

“What? You taste as sweet as you look.”

A shy smile is what he gets in return, “What about you?”

Vander smirks at you, “I'll get my fill when the bar closes. That way you won't have to hold back your pretty moans.”

The large man then leaves the storage room and you're left there panting in satisfaction. You can't wait for the bar to close.

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SILCO

You and Silco have a give-and-take relationship. It’s worked well so far.

As a madame of a brothel, Silco ensures security is at your house— both for your girls and yourself. In return, you gift Silco multiple things.

The finest cigars, bourbon, and the greatest gift of all.

Yourself.

You're Silco’. No-one questions you. Not when you want into his office, not when you go places others are prohibited, not when you input your opinion on one of Silco’s plans.

It's especially apparent as Silco casually smokes his cigar as you enter his office in a blazing glory. All you get to your entrance is a quirked eyebrow.

“Where’s Allistar?” You snarl, your eyes blazing and hands clenched at your side. Silco sighs out a ring of smoke, “He’s guarding the club patrons.”

You roll your eyes and push your tongue into your cheek, “Get him up here. He hurt one of my girl and decided not to pay.”

All Silco does is nod once, calling Sevika over and whispers something to her. She looks at her boss, at you, and then silently leaves the office. In no time, the little weasel is inside The Eye of Zaun’s office, trembling.

Before he can do anything, you twirl one of your knives from their holster on your thigh and slash across his face; a nice clean cut from a corner of his forehead, across an eye, his lips, and to the opposite corner of his jaw.

A shout of pain is all that's heard in the silent office as you snarl, “That’s for hurting one of my girls! I'll make you hurt a lot more if you don't pay me my owed money.”

He scoffs at you, and you see red. In a flash, you've got him on his back, you've slammed your foot into his crotch, and you lean over, the tip of your knife digging into his throat.

His cries have turned into whimpers, you're quite certain you've popped one of his balls. Oh well.

He shakily pulls out a pouch of coins and hands them to you, “Thank you darling.” you say, your words a smooth purr.

Allistar just nods quietly before looking at Silco, who just sighs and states, “You may go now.”

He runs as fast as he can out the door. It's more like a frantic limp but you get the idea. The door slams behind the rat and the office is plunged into silence again.

You’re cleaning your blade casually before Silco calls your name. You look up and smirk at the sight. Silco looks hungry. His one blue eye darkened, his pupil overtaking his iris. His jaw is clenched and his hair is a bit messy, as if he was running his hand through it as you cleaned your knife.

He ushers you to him silently, a single crock of his fingers. You sashay to his side and your smirk widens when you see the substantial bulge in his pants.

“Oh Silco… did my violence excite you?”

“Get on your knees.”

You do so without hesitation.

In a few short moments, Silco’s cock is down your throat and his head is thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck, look at you! A dangerous woman who most people in the Lanes fears, on her knees sucking my cock like one of her working girls. Such a whore for me.”

You moan around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Silco chuckles at your reaction, “You like this. You like defiling yourself for me. You like being my personal cock sleeve.”

Your hips speed up on the tip of Silco’s shiny leather boots, and you shudder as you cum in your panties. You shove your head down until your nose is tickling the trimmed pubes at the base of Silco’s cock and swallow.

Silco groans deeply in his chest. A rumbly sound that makes you shiver as he cums deeply down your throat.

You pull away and inhale deeply, wiping your mouth and nose and you catch your breath. You sniff lightly as you put Silco's cock back into his pants. You crawl up from the floor and Silco kisses your cheek.

“So… should I be more violent in your presence?”

“You should just be in my presence more often.”

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EKKO

Being Ekko’s right hand woman as leader of the Firelights can be very difficult.

It can also be very rewarding.

When Ekko found out you saved not only your team of firelights but all the zaunites from the enforcers trying to cause trouble to illegally put them into Stillwater, he never loved you more.

Seeing you tired, dirty, and bruised caused an unintentional pulse in his cock. Oh no. No. No. No! This can't be! No!

Fuck you look amazing.

Knowing the reason why you're so dishevelled and seeing you so unbelievably gorgeous makes him want to drag you away to a random private room and give you all the pleasure you deserve.

He doesn't even let the firelight team debrief the mission, he doesn't hear anything as he drags you away to his room.

“Ekko! What's gotten into you?” You squeal, you voice light and full of confused happiness.

The handsome boy just stays quiet as he whips open his bedroom door, slams it, and locks it.

All the firelights look to one another before coming to the same conclusion. Leave those two alone for a while unless you want to be traumatized.

As your firelights warn one another, you and Ekko are just passionately making out. Grunts, groans, moans, and whines are all that’s heard in the room. Ekko pulls you desperately into his lap and ruts against your clothed sex. You whine loudly into his plush mouth.

“Ekko! Seriously, fuck what's gotten you so revved up?”

Ekko groans that you stopped his kisses, “You did. You're amazing, I'm so lucky you're mine and fuck you look so good.”

You go back to kissing and the rutting intensifies. You're tempered to strip down and get Ekko’s lovely cock inside you but the rutting is too good. The layers of clothes causing amazing pleasure to your pudgy clit and Ekko’s engorged cock.

You two paw one another like horny teens rather than young adults, but it feels too good to stop.

In no time you cum harshly into your pants, your underwear sticky and soaked to your sensitive pussy. Ekko groans deeply and you feel him rutt desperately into your pussy as he cums too.

The two of you pull away and pant deeply.

“Did that just happen?” You ask, tone full of disbelief. Ekko laughs and nods.

There's a small bitog silence between the two of you before you calmly state, “Can my team and I debrief you now?”

The look of embarrassment that crosses Ekko’s face makes you laugh so hard you snort, and Ekko punches you in the shoulder.

All you can hope is that the other firelights didn't hear you…

(they did. Oops.)

I hope y'all liked this! I accidentally made Vander’s longer than the others due to exposition. It was a bit hard to write for this many characters but I think I did well! Love ya xoxo ❤️

[heehoonies]

✰ masterlist ✰

hyung line + jungwon

requests & most to least masterlist

hard hours tag

lee heeseung

messy (feat. jake)

slut you out (feat. jake)

park jongseong

lemonade (feat. jake and sunghoon)

dreaming 'bout you

sim jaeyun

messy (feat. heeseung)

under the table

lemonade (feat. jay and sunghoon)

slut you out (feat. heeseung)

park sunghoon

lemonade (feat. jay and jake)

insatiable

yang jungwon

(nothing yet)

[drunkenbagel]

day two: size kink - könig

kinktober masterlist

Pairing: König (CoD) x f!reader Content/warnings: +18 CONTENTS MINORS DNI! size kink, praising, dirty talking, v fingering, p in v, use of pet names, creampie

König knew he was big. Most of the times he even tried to make himself smaller around other people, but there was just something about knowing he could easily manhandle your much smaller sized self.

Something about how you blushed when he towered over you, trying his best not to cum on the spot when you tried to take him in your throat, eyes prickling with tears at both the length and girth of his dick in your mouth.

“It's not going to fit” you said with wide eyes the first time you saw him in his full naked glory.

“You can take it, Liebe” he said as he got a big finger inside of your already soaking cunt. “My good girl can take me over and over, we just have to work you up a little.”

You whined at his words, a gasp falling from your lips as he got another finger inside you, working in and out of you, getting used to the size. When he added a third finger and curved them to brush the sensitive spot, it wasn't long until your legs trembled and heat started pooling on your lower belly.

“That's it, Liebe, cum for me so I can fuck you nice and deep” he said with a grumble as he kissed your neck.

It didn't take much longer until you snapped and gripped at his biceps while gasping his name as you came in his fingers. He brought them up to his lips and not breaking eye contact, he licked them clean.

“Can't waste anything, can we?” he said in a low voice as you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and need.

He positioned himself between your legs, getting his fat tip into your soaked folds, pushing inwards. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and gripped the sheets, your body tensing up.

“Relax for me, liebling” he said hovering over you, leaving soft kisses on your jaw and your neck.

You could feel him pushing farther, feeling like your insides were on fire at the feeling of his big dick making its way, molding you.

“Look at you, taking me so well” he gasped, barely containing himself when he saw his dick disappearing inside of you. “Your pretty little pussy is swallowing me. Doing so good for me.”

You whimpered at the praise. You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, but it was a burning sensation that felt just too good.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt his fat tip pushing against your cervix, hips clashing with another. König stilled, breathing heavily and trying not to cum at the sight of your lower belly, swollen with the outline of his dick inside of you. He moved back, taking almost all of his length out before clashing your hips together again, making you cry out in pleasure, burning sensation growing in you.

“Fuck, you're taking me so well, liebling, you feel so good. God, I could fuck this pretty little pussy of yours all day” he gasped at every thrust inside of you, each faster than the one before. It was mind numbing, the feeling of his dick making way in and out of you, molding you to his will and ruining you for any other. “Meine schöne Liebe”

You couldn't think straight. The praise, the overwhelming feeling of his cock fucking you relentlessly, the feeling of his soft lips and wet tongue on your sensitive spots in your neck, it was all too much.

You felt the coiling sensation growing back on your belly as he stroked your clit.

“König, please- I need to- I-” you stammered, trying to finish a coherent sentence, but your fucked out brain couldn't make any.

“I know, liebling, me too” he said, gasps and moans mixing each other in your mouths. “Cum with me, darling. Let me feel you come around me”

You squeezed your eyes shut, mouth open agape as you loudly moaned, his name escaping your lips ever so lovely. He didn't last much longer as he felt you tighten around him, pussy gripping his dick until he came with a long, low grunt, filling you up to the brim until cum leaked out of you.

He couldn't help but get hard again at the sight of you, cock drunk and fucked silly, string of cum and juices connecting his tip with your leaking cunt. You yelped when he thrust his full length inside again, his name coming out between gasps and breathy moans. He couldn't stop looking at how his dick made your belly swollen, mushy walls of your cunt squeezing him.

”I'm just getting started with you, liebling.”

[itoshiexx]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☼

— can i dance with your s/o? | (itoshi rin, itoshi sae, mikage reo)

— when you call them "husband" | (itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi)

— when you call them "husband" - part 2 | (itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo)

— when you're mad and use their full name | (isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae)

ITOSHI RIN

— memento mori | rin doesn’t know how it’s like to fight your battles, but he is always there to be your safe place.

— unworthy (but chosen) | rin doesn’t think he’s worthy of your love, but he’s glad you chose him anyway.

— behold: the end of the world is near | rin feels you slipping through his fingertips every time you fight, and he’s sure he won’t survive the heartbreak when you inevitably leave.

— pretty | when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you’re so much more than pretty.

— perfect | rin remembers how perfect you are for him. (NSFW)

— make my way back (to you) | after an argument that leaves doubts about the future of the relationship, the last thing you expected was your boyfriend rin coming to your doorstep to apologize.

— make a wish | when you throw a surprise birthday party for rin, he blows the candles and makes a wish only you can turn into reality. {rin's birthday special!}

— thin line | four times itoshi rin said he hated you, and the one time he finally said the truth.

ITOSHI SAE

— mi vida | sae never thought someone could become his life, but that changed when you came.

— words i want to say | four times itoshi sae wanted to tell you he loved you, and the one time he finally did.

— scraps | you give him all you have. it’s time to collect the scraps before there is nothing left.

— wonder | sae wondered what it was like to be loved by you. {sae's birthday special!}

— blossoming love | sae is not good with words, so he communicates with flowers instead. / or, every time itoshi sae gave you a bouquet in significant moments.

ISAGI YOICHI

— even when it rains | yoichi is always by your side to shield you from the rain and help bring the sun once again.

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