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yuujispinkhair · 1 year ago

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Alpha!Yuuji headcanons

A sweet anon sent me an ask wanting to know my thoughts about Alpha!Yuuji and my brain went grrr. Thank you!! I finally had an excuse to write about this strong and sexy Alpha with the sunshine smile and the knot so thick that it makes us sob ;) As you can see, I wrote this very shamelessly with my omega pussy lol but I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers can enjoy this self-indulgent piece too ;)

Pairing: Alpha!Yuuji x Omega!Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, Omegaverse AU Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, omegaverse, smut, breeding, knotting, creampie, pregnancy, biting, a bit of rough sex when Yuuji is in a rut, slight lactation kink, praise, mentions of blood and scars. Yuuji has to kill to protect his pack. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Thank you for the star divider @/benkeibear. There is now fanart for this AU!! Thank you so much to @sandiaarts !!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the strongest Alpha in the city but never planned to become a leader. Until the former boss-Alpha dies and is succeeded by his cruel son, who puts the whole city under his reign of terror. That's when Yuuji's heroic instincts are triggered, and he decides to step up and claim the position as the ruling Alpha.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who you see for the first time during his fight for dominance in a back alley behind a nightclub where the packs are gathered to watch the fight that will decide who becomes their new leader. You get one look at this gorgeous pink-haired Alpha and already know he will win. Tall and buff, with firm muscles and a feral conviction in his golden eyes. A true Alpha!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wins the fight after just a few minutes. He lifts his face while pinning his opponent down, one hand on the man's head and one foot on his back. His golden eyes find you in the crowd, and you feel a shudder run through you, your Omega cunt slicking up just at the sight of this strong and brave Alpha. Your new leader, who you will submit to all too happily.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so attractive with his boyish good looks and that muscular, powerful build. He has such a pretty sunshine smile but also such a broad, tall body packed with buff muscles. His skin is littered with scars that show the feral fighter he is, making him look so sexy and strong that it causes the most primal needs to awaken in you. You want to offer yourself to him, offer your slicked-up Omega cunt to him so he can breed you full of his strong pups.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who finds you later on in the nightclub, where you celebrate his victory. Who smiles sweetly when you congratulate him on his win. Who is so kind and easy to get along with despite how powerful he is. Who tells you he hates fighting, but since he is unfortunately very good at it, he thinks it's his duty to use his fists to protect the ones who are weaker than him.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your Omega cunt throb with his words. All your primal instincts scream that you need this big, strong Alpha who is so brave and kind. You feel dizzy when you smell his enticing scent, filling your nostrils with its sexy, musky smell of wood and sunlight and the deep, rich aroma of ripe cherries. You gulp nervously as you tilt your head to look up at Yuuji's gorgeous face and see the same craving you feel mirrored in his golden eyes.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you only a few minutes later. Bending you over a table in the backroom of the nightclub, his pants and boxer briefs hastily pushed down while he ruts feverishly into you from behind. Riled up from the fight and exhilarated from the victory, needing to sink his Alpha cock into a willing slicked-up Omega cunt to come down again.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who fucks you like the leader that he is now. Who leans down to cage you between his big buff body and the table, interlacing his large fingers with your smaller ones while he fucks into you, making you cream again and again on his fat Alpha cock. His canines graze your skin as if he can hardly restrain himself from marking you as his mate right then and there.

+ Alpha Yuuji, who presses his nose against your neck and sniffs you, inhaling your scent hungrily and moaning against your neck, "Fuck. Fuck. You smell so good, baby." His big, heavy body shudders behind you while you feel him pulse his hot seed into you. And you know at that moment that you want to be his. That you want him to be your Alpha and your mate. You hope he will claim you one day!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who doesn't pull out and leave after your needy fuck, like most new pack leaders would. Many of them would go from unmated Omega to unmated Omega to show them that the new Alpha has a right to take them now. But Yuuji stays with you. His big, broad body slumps against you, his muscular arms wrap around you, hugging you while he kisses your neck, sweet and caring. His seed and your slick run down your thighs in hot sticky rivulets, and your pussy twitches around his gorgeous thick cock, instinctively asking him for more, as if your Omega cunt is begging her Alpha to mate her and claim her for life.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tells you that he needs to see you again when he finally pulls out of you. He turns you around, a large calloused hand cupping your chin tenderly, and he captures your lips in a sweet kiss before he lifts you up and places you on the table so he can clean your pussy with his loving mouth, taking proper care of you, moaning against your wet cunt how sweet of an Omega you are.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who keeps you close after that first night and makes an effort to get to know you. He buys you flowers and chocolates and asks you on dates, making sure to appreciate you and not just see you as a willing and breedable Omega but as a woman he cherishes and adores.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a good pack leader, kind and protective. He is so sweet to the little ones, playing with them and teaching them how to box so they can learn how to protect themselves. He also cares about the older members of the pack, telling them he looked after his sick grandpa for many years and, therefore, understands the struggles of the elderly and that they can always come to him and ask for help. He is a natural leader. A real Alpha. It makes him even more attractive in your eyes, and you catch yourself getting nice and slick for him anytime he is in the same room.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your scent glands throb hotly anytime he fucks you, your body trying to lure him in, wordlessly signaling to him how bad you want to be his. How bad you want him to mate you. He growls brokenly anytime it happens and licks hungrily over your scent glands, making you cum instantly around his powerful Alpha cock.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so sweet and caring that he tries to hold back as long as possible before he claims you. Who fucks his balls empty into your sweet Omega cunt and grunts and growls as he tries his best to stop himself from forcefully claiming you as his mate.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you in front of the nightclub that belongs to him now, smiling against your lips while his strong arms hold you so tightly, pulling you against his tall, buff body, offering you a feeling of safety you have never known before. He tells you he loves you while he holds you in his strong arms, and you almost cry from the happiness you feel.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who reaches his breaking point that night after you both confessed your love to each other and pushes his cock extra deep into you, letting you get a little taste of his knot, making you sob in need while he groans in your ear: "I want to mate you so bad, cutie. Want to make you my Omega. I can't hold back much longer, sweetie. Want to mate you and breed you and cherish you and give you my pups. Fuck... please let me mate you! Please be my Omega and my mate!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who waits for your consent even while his muscular body is shaking from the effort it takes to hold back before he sinks his teeth into your neck and bites you with a mating bite that hurts and arouses you at the same time.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you again to seal your bond with another load of his Alpha seed. He fucks you deep and feral, claiming his mate thoroughly, making sure you know how much he loves you and that he is yours now and you are his. He moans and growls and tells you he will give you his knot, will give you his everything for the rest of his life, while mounting you so hard and good that you see stars.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose knot is so big that you are worried you won't be able to take him when you feel the first swelling at his thick base. But Yuuji is such a caring Alpha and such a sweet mate. He soothes you with his low, sexy voice, whispering the sweetest praise to you while he prepares you thoroughly for his knot. He will give you his all, even if it takes hours to prepare you for his knot. He kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit, loosening your cunt with several orgasms on his cock before he allows his knot to grow and plug you up.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes you mewl and orgasm instantly when you finally feel his fat knot plugging you up, claiming you as his alone while he moans I love you's in your ear. His calloused fingers rub your puffy clit, making you squirt over and over again on his fat knot while he pulses his hot seed into you, sealing your mating ritual with both of your cum.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you deeply and tells you how sweet and beautiful you are while he slowly slips out of you after a night spent mating you. You sigh happily, so content and happy that you found such a strong Alpha and such a caring mate. Yuuji stays with you for hours afterward, refusing to leave your side after such an intimate experience. He holds you tightly, lets you rest and sleep in his strong arms, safe and warm in your mate's embrace, knowing he will take care of you for the rest of his life.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is loved by his whole pack for his kindness and strength. A caring and protective Alpha. His large, calloused hands touch you with so much love and tenderness, but they can also deal the hardest punches against the ones who dare attack his pack. And if anyone tries to hurt his mate, Yuuji will see red and become a feral predator so powerful that his enemies will grovel before him and beg for mercy.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who won't start a fight without a reason. But he hunts down the ones who break the rules of peace and are cruel and dangerous to others. He kills if he has to, but it bothers him greatly to take a life, and he always seeks comfort and reassurance in your arms after every kill.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who comes back home to you after a deadly fight with bloody scratches all over his body, which will heal into a few more sexy scars that show his dominance and strength. There's a feral glint in his golden eyes, making them glow like two full moons, angry and unrelenting. The eyes of a powerful predator who was forced to unleash his fury against his enemies. A gaze that makes you moan and grab the bed sheets tightly, your legs instinctively falling open to present your panty-clad slick cunt to this strong Alpha in front of you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who craves you badly after every kill. Who rips off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground, looking at you with that feral, primal need in his eyes while he opens his belt with one large hand, so riled up from the fight and ready to fuck his anger into the comforting wet heat of your sweet Omega cunt.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose buff body is bloody and sweaty from the fight. Veins standing out on his taut, flexed muscles. His fight triggered a rut, making his thick fat Alpha cock slap heavily against his firm abs when he frees himself from his trousers. The irresistible primal scent of his pheromones fills the whole room, making the slick run down your thighs even before Yuuji has laid a single finger on you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tears your soaked panties down, presses his face against your slick cunt, and growls wildly when he inhales your scent and licks up your sweet slick. He needs to fuck all his worries and anger into you. Needs you so bad to make things ok again. He growls a thank you after you tell him to let it all out on you, to fuck you as hard as he needs. "Don't hold back, Yuuji. I can take it. Fuck me as hard as you need, Alpha."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always fucks you harder after a kill. Using his strength on you and manhandling you with rough, calloused hands. He growls when he has you on all fours for him, with your cute ass in the air and legs spread, presenting him your pretty Omega cunt to claim and fuck. He groans behind you, low and feral, in full Alpha mode, giving your ass a hard slap as he splits you open around his fat cockhead.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you wild and hard, slapping your ass and fucking you with rough hard thrusts that go so deep that you howl with the most primal need and lust every time he ruts into you. He takes you in such a primal way, like an animal, hard and deep, while biting your neck and drooling all over your skin. He is so loud and feral, not holding back at all, fucking you unrelentingly from one orgasm to the next.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who only pulls out after he has exhausted himself completely, taking all his anger and pain out on your sweet, willing Omega cunt. You know that on those kinds of nights, he needs you to give him comfort, and so you pull him in your arms, hug him and cuddle him, and stroke his pretty pink hair, telling him he did the right thing and that you are so proud of him for protecting his pack. "You are such a good Alpha. And such a good man."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who not only wants you as his mate, but also as his wife, giving you a double promise of always protecting and loving you. Now you wear his teeth imprint on your neck and a beautiful golden wedding band on your ring finger.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose need to breed is so strong that he practically begs you to please let him fuck his pups into you anytime he smells your heat approaching. Your fertile pussy always drives him insane, making him lick up your slick needily while shooting his first load all over the bedsheets and himself, unable to hold back with your sweet taste filling his mouth and nose.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the happiest man ever, when you tell him you stopped taking your birth control. "I want your babies, Yuuji. Want to give you so many cute and strong pups, just like their daddy." And your man instantly has you under him, pinning you to the bed with his heavy, muscular body, snapping his hips furiously, shooting load after load into you while thanking you. "Thank you, baby, oh fuck, thank you so much! I will give you so many cute pups, my angel! Will fuck so many into you!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always breeds you anytime he claims you, now that he knows you want his pups. He fucks to breed. He wants a whole litter of cute little pups with you. He moans and growls ferally into your ear while he mounts you from behind and fucks you with such savage, needy, and deep thrusts that he almost breaks the bed.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who loves to put you in a mating press with you all needy under his heavy buff body, your knees pressed to your tits while he bucks his hips ferally against you, going wild at the thought of his fat cock so deep in you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wants to knock you up so bad that he is in a permanent rut now, triggering your heat over and over again, making you so wet and horny for him that you can barely walk anymore.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who has so much stamina that when he knots you, his knot stays inside you all night. Slow rolls of his hips while he is in you balls-deep, shooting thick load after load of his hot fertile seed into you, his balls so big and heavy that they slap loudly against your slicked-up swollen clit, making you cum over and over again until you are delirious from it, babbling how much you need him, "Please, Yuu, please make me a mommy. Please gimme your pups, baby."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who hugs you in his strong, buff arms and kisses your neck and lips lovingly while his knot is throbbing in you and plugging you up to keep his hot, fertile seed deep in you, breeding his sweet wife so thoroughly while praising you the whole time. "Look at you taking my knot so well. Fuck, I love you so much, cutie. I can't wait to see your belly so big and swollen with our pups. You'll be such a beautiful mommy."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose seed is strong and fertile and takes immediately. He smiles brightly at you and hugs you tightly when you tell him you are pregnant. He goes out to buy materials to build a cradle immediately, so eager and excited to start his family with you. And then repeats the same thing a few weeks later when you find out he fucked twins into you on the first try.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is always very protective but gets even worse when you carry his pups in you. Who growls at everyone who comes too close to you, always ensuring his mate and pups are safe. Who leaves his scent all over you to keep potential threats away.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who goes feral when your belly grows. He loves you so much, and it drives him crazy with lust and love to see that he successfully bred you, making you round and big with his pups, with his strong and chubby babies. It makes Yuuji so hard to see you like that. He has to take you every night while he caresses your belly and kneads your swollen tits, already milking a bit of milk out of them that he hungrily licks up.

+ Alpha! Yuuji, who pulls out of your cunt and cums all over your swollen belly because the sight turns him on so much.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses and licks you clean afterward before he rests his head on your belly and talks to his little ones, telling them how much their mommy and daddy love them. And he looks up at you with those gleaming golden eyes full of love and tells you, "And I also love you so much, baby. Thank you for being my mate and my wife. I am so lucky!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose genes are very dominant, so all your pups will have his pink hair. But you definitely don't mind because it looks so cute when your twins are born with a soft tuft of pink hair on their little heads! Your pups are two big, strong boys with chubby thighs and cheeks and loud voices. Strong, just like their daddy.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a proud mate and daddy. He never gets tired of spending time with his wife and his little ones. He gets up in the middle of the night to feed and cuddle his little boys so his sweet wife can rest. He carries the twins around in his strong arms, showing them off all proudly with a big happy smile on his face, cooing at them, playing with them, and petting their pink hair. And you watch him with happy tears in your eyes, so happy that you found such a good Alpha and loving husband!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who beams at you and pulls you against his buff, tall body to kiss you thoroughly. Who doesn't let you go again because his heart feels so full and his cock is already swelling again, knowing that you are such a good mommy and such a sweet mate. He needs to bend you over the nearest surface and mount you again until your cute Omega cunt is stuffed with his fertile seed again, making more cute little pink-haired pups with the love of his life.

FUCKKKKK HE MAKES ME FERAL!! I don't know why, but there is something about Yuuji that fits Omegaverse so well, in my opinion. My head is spinning!!! Thank you so much, dear anon, for sending me this ask! When I wrote my Sukuna Omegaverse story, I already low-key wanted to write for Yuuji (and Megumi) too, and you motivated me to do so!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked Alpha!Yuuji and enjoyed this sexy little story!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

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hauntingofhouses · 10 months ago

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Very interesting to me that a certain subset of the BES fandom's favourite iterations of Mizu and Akemi are seemingly rooted in the facades they have projected towards the world, and are not accurate representations of their true selves.

And I see this is especially the case with Mizu, where fanon likes to paint her as this dominant, hyper-masculine, smirking Cool GuyTM who's going to give you her strap. And this idea of Mizu is often based on the image of her wearing her glasses, and optionally, with her cloak and big, wide-brimmed kasa.

And what's interesting about this, to me, is that fanon is seemingly falling for her deliberate disguise. Because the glasses (with the optional combination of cloak and hat) represent Mizu's suppression of her true self. She is playing a role.

Take this scene of Mizu in the brothel in Episode 4 for example. Here, not only is Mizu wearing her glasses to symbolise the mask she is wearing, but she is purposely acting like some suave and cocky gentleman, intimidating, calm, in control. Her voice is even deeper than usual, like what we hear in her first scene while facing off with Hachiman the Flesh-Trader in Episode 1.

This act that Mizu puts on is an embodiment of masculine showboating, which is highly effective against weak and insecure men like Hachi, but also against women like those who tried to seduce her at the Shindo House.

And that brings me to how Mizu's mask is actually a direct parallel to Akemi's mask in this very same scene.

Here, Akemi is also putting up an act, playing up her naivety and demure girlishness, using her high-pitched lilted voice, complimenting Mizu and trying to make small talk, all so she can seduce and lure Mizu in to drink the drugged cup of sake.

So what I find so interesting and funny about this scene, characters within it, and the subsequent fandom interpretations of both, is that everyone seems to literally be falling for the mask that Mizu and Akemi are putting up to conceal their identities, guard themselves from the world, and get what they want.

It's also a little frustrating because the fanon seems to twist what actually makes Mizu and Akemi's dynamic so interesting by flattening it completely. Because both here and throughout the story, Mizu and Akemi's entire relationship and treatment of each other is solely built off of masks, assumptions, and misconceptions.

Akemi believes Mizu is a selfish, cocky male samurai who destroyed her ex-fiance's career and life, and who abandoned her to let her get dragged away by her father's guards and forcibly married off to a man she didn't know. on the other hand, Mizu believes Akemi is bratty, naive princess who constantly needs saving and who can't make her own decisions.

These misconceptions are even evident in the framing of their first impressions of each other, both of which unfold in these slow-motion POV shots.

Mizu's first impression of Akemi is that of a beautiful, untouchable princess in a cage. Swirling string music in the background.

Akemi's first impression of Mizu is of a mysterious, stoic "demon" samurai who stole her fiance's scarf. Tense music and the sound of ocean waves in the background.

And then, going back to that scene of them together in Episode 4, both Mizu and Akemi continue to fool each other and hold these assumptions of each other, and they both feed into it, as both are purposely acting within the suppressive roles society binds them to in order to achieve their goals within the means they are allowed (Akemi playing the part of a subservient woman; Mizu playing the part of a dominant man).

But then, for once in both their lives, neither of their usual tactics work.

Akemi is trying to use flattery and seduction on Mizu, but Mizu sees right through it, knowing that Akemi is just trying to manipulate and harm her. Rather than give in to Akemi's tactics, Mizu plays with Akemi's emotions by alluding to Taigen's death, before pinning her down, and then when she starts crying, Mizu just rolls her eyes and tells her to shut up.

On the opposite end, when Mizu tries to use brute force and intimidation, Akemi also sees right through it, not falling for it, and instead says this:

"Under your mask, you're not the killer you pretend to be."

Nonetheless, despite the fact that they see a little bit through each other's masks, they both still hold their presumptions of each other until the very end of the season, with Akemi seeing Mizu as an obnoxious samurai swooping in to save the day, and Mizu seeing Akemi as a damsel in distress.

And what I find a bit irksome is that the fandom also resorts to flattening them to these tropes as well.

Because Mizu is not some cool, smooth-talking samurai with a big dick sword as Akemi (and the fandom) might believe. All of that is the facade she puts up and nothing more. In reality, Mizu is an angry, confused and lonely child, and a masterful artist, who is struggling against her own self-hatred. Master Eiji, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

And Akemi, on the other hand, is not some girly, sweet, vain and spoiled princess as Mizu might believe. Instead she has never cared for frivolous things like fashion, love or looks, instead favouring poetry and strategy games instead, and has always only cared about her own independence. Seki, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

But neither is she some authoritative dominatrix, though this is part of her new persona that she is trying to project to get what she wants. Because while Akemi is willful, outspoken, intelligent and authoritative, she can still be naive! She is still often unsure and needs to have her hand held through things, as she is still learning and growing into her full potential. Her new parental/guardian figure, Madame Kaji, knows this as well.

So with all that being said, now that we know that Mizu and Akemi are essentially wearing masks and putting up fronts throughout the show, what would a representation of Mizu's and Akemi's true selves actually look like? Easy. It's in their hair.

This shot on the left is the only time we see Mizu with her hair completely down. In this scene, she's being berated by Mama, and her guard is completely down, she has no weapon, and is no longer wearing any mask, as this is after she showed Mikio "all of herself" and tried to take off the mask of a subservient housewife. Thus, here, she is sad, vulnerable, and feeling small (emphasised further by the framing of the scene). This is a perfect encapsulation of what Mizu is on the inside, underneath all the layers of revenge-obsession and the walls she's put around herself.

In contrast, the only time we Akemi with her hair fully down, she is completely alone in the bath, and this scene takes place after being scorned by her father and left weeping at his feet. But despite all that, Akemi is headstrong, determined, taking the reigns of her life as she makes the choice to run away, but even that choice is reflective of her youthful naivety. She even gets scolded by Seki shortly after this in the next scene, because though she wants to be independent, she still hasn't completely learned to be. Not yet. Regardless, her decisiveness and moment of self-empowerment is emphasised by the framing of the scene, where her face takes up the majority of the shot, and she stares seriously into the middle distance.

To conclude, I wish popular fanon would stop mischaracterising these two, and flattening them into tropes and stereotypes (ie. masculine badass swordsman Mizu and feminine alluring queen but also girly swooning damsel Akemi), all of which just seems... reductive. It also irks me when Akemi is merely upheld as a love interest and romantic device for Mizu and nothing more, when she is literally Mizu's narrative foil (takes far more narrative precedence over romantic interest) and the deuteragonist of this show. She is her own person. That is literally the theme of her entire character and arc.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai meta #just in case... im gonna tag this as #mizukemicritical #akemizucritical #though this post isnt actually criticising the ship itself but rather fanon's portrayal of the ship and the characters #for that reason lemme also tag this as #wank.mp3 #feel free to disagree of course but please be civil #and if you need to rant about how wrong i am without any convincing evidence kindly feel free to make your own post. peace and love <3 #fandom.rtf #meta dissertations.pdf #shut up haydar #edit: for full disclosure. i do rather dislike this ship. but obviously it's fine for anyone to enjoy it. please do! have your fun!#it's just that as usual! popular fanon and fandom around a ship is what has completely deterred me from any sense of enjoyment of it #it's a shame too because i was very open and even eager for some mizu/akemi romance in the future #but out-of-character fanon + the rudeness of certain fans has definitely soured it for me #but that doesn't mean people can't enjoy it obviously! ship and let ship!!!#plus it has its appeal which i DO STILL see and enjoy!!!!#i would even go as far as to call them soulmates because their narratives and characters are LITERALLY intertwined!!!#but. yeah. my gradual distaste for this ship is indeed very unfortunate.

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miguel-ohara-lover · 15 days ago

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Coming Undone

CW: feral, rapture side effects, I know rapture isn’t actually like this so maybe AU(?), no prep, GN reader, p*rn no plot, no dialogue

Note: HI?? Omg it’s been awhile since I’ve written well anything really. But I wanted to write something short and simple since it is a special time of year for a lot of people including me. I tried to make reader as non-descriptive as I could, like I didn’t even describe clothes or anything so I hope that worked? I got random struck with inspiration to write, maybe it’s all the love on my old stuff which by the way THANK YOU??? My love for Oscar Isaac was recently resparked so maybe that’s another reason lol. Anyway- I hope you like this merry Christmas and happy holidays, and if you don’t celebrate anything I hope you had a wonderful year and here’s to many more wonderful years to come.

You felt Miguel’s hot breath against your neck, his large, strong hangs pinning yours against the wall. His chest pressed into your back. God, he was feral…

He did briefly explain some side effects of Rapture when you first got together, but maybe you weren’t listening fully. You remember clearly now, exactly what he said. How it can make him feel, how dangerous he can truly get at times.

Miguel’s fangs grazed the skin of your neck. One bite and you’d be paralyzed. He was smarter than that. He had at least enough control to stop himself from causing real harm, though the temptation was there. He so badly wanted to sink his teeth into your flesh… perhaps another time he can ask if you’d like to try that.

You felt trapped, but not helpless. And trapped wasn’t necessary a bad thing. Feeling caged in by his large towering body was kind of hot. The way his frame made you feel small. His right hand moved off of yours and down to your waist. He shoved the fabric down until it bunched around your knees.

He could practically smell the arousal dripping from you, all his senses heightened and on overload. It was overwhelming. Miguel quickened his pace, letting his holographic suit dissolve away, leaving him bare behind you.

Miguel is very large, he’s aware, and you’re aware. And he’s impatient. The thought of prep does briefly cross his mind, but only that. No, he can’t wait, not anymore.

Taking barely any time to line up, he’s suddenly buried deep inside you. You cry out as he stretched your unpressed hole, but the pain quickly melts into pleasure as you feel his slow and deep movements.

For being so impatient just seconds ago, he is steady with his thrusts. He wants you to feel it deep within you, every curve, every vein. He is savoring the feeling of you around him, and for someone who is usually in control, he can already feel himself coming undone.

Miguel is big, so big you remember the first time doubting if he’d fit. Oh, he made it fit. He made sure you felt every last inch. You couldn’t walk straight for a week. Deja vu is hitting you like a stack of bricks, but it’s not a terrible feeling.

His other hand, that had been holding you against the wall, joined his right at your waist, using the control to bounce you along his length as he thrusted. Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, the room filled with your noise and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

That combined with the smell, your smell, your touch, the sight of you… it drove him crazy. You felt his claws pricking at your skin, surely he wouldn’t actually pierce you with them, but man is he close to. The thought is there, he so badly wants to, the urge to sink his claws and teeth into you, use his webs to tie you up and just ravage you. He’s aware of how dangerous he is, and he does his best to keep it under control.

You know he’s close when his hips stutter, he gets more desperate in his movements, if that’s even possible right now. He also starts to pant, like a needy dog. This is the one stage in your… fun where he isn’t the dangerous leader of the spider society. Panting and even letting out little whines as he ruts into you.

It isn’t long before you feel the familiar warmth of his seed filling you up, and you soon join him. You let out a final moan and reaching back to tangle your fingers his hair. He remains buried in you for a moment while you both ride out your orgasms, panting as he nuzzles into your neck where his teeth were previously threatening to mark up.

He held you against his strong chest, keeping you up knowing you’d slip if he didn’t have a grip on you. He mumbled some quiet thanks against your skin, and you simply smiled as your fingers tangled in his slightly dampened hair. A shower sounds like a good idea, now that he isn’t overwhelmed by senses and feelings.

#miguel o’hara lover ❤️💙#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfiction

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starhvney · 4 months ago

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd laurance x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when your lover can’t calm himself from a nightmare, you try to calm him through a connection only you can give

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst with comfort, shadow knight laurance, once again i present laurance angst, yet another fic where i write laurance obsessing over reader’s safety, do i have a thing for it? yeah, do something about it, also can you catch the canon line i slid in here? i couldn’t help myself

𝐂𝐖: nsfw/smut. unprepped sex, large size difference, does this count as monster fucking? not really? but he’s a big boy

𝐀/𝐍: thank you to @thebunnednun for giving me this prompt!! shadow knight laurance *convulses* anyways i hope this is coherent guys i wrote most of it last night while half asleep ahshah

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

you had been just there.

right at his fingertips.

at the comfortable distance where he knew he could protect you if something went wrong.

but it’s never enough, is it?

one second you were next to him, the next you were separated by what could practically be considered a herd of shadow souls. he didn’t know where they came from. he hadn’t even sensed them. but now they were overwhelming him, and overwhelming you, too.

he had even transformed, using every ounce of power he could to tear through the shadows around him. his movements still somehow managed to be too slow—too sluggish. each one he cut down it seemed like two more were on him, and two more were on you.

your screams were haunting. over everything he could hear, your cries for his help echoed against his eardrums, shaking his head like a bell.

“laurance, please!”

he has to get to you. he has to. he thinks he can as he slices through several of them, before one of them leaps towards him, knocking him down onto the ground with a groaning screech.

“no! get off of me!” he groans, struggling to push it away enough to grab his sword.

immediately it digs its claws into his cheek, and despite trying to turn away the sensation doesn’t leave his skin.

“laurance!” the soul cries, the empty and dark void of its mouth mimicking your voice. your distress.

it was mocking your pain in his face.

his vision is tinted red.

“laurance!”

he’s going to kill it. he has to. he has to kill.

“laurance, get up!”

his vision goes dark, but he can move again, and he lunges forward, pinning down the soul closest to him and keeping it there. he’s going to kill it once his eyes focus again.

he got it. where’s his sword?

“laurance?!” the soul asks in a panic, its voice clearer and a lot more like yours than the warbled disjointed one from before.

it felt smaller, too.

his hands squeeze against the arms of the creature to keep it in place. he knows he has to kill it, but there’s a part of him screaming at him to stop, but it’s drowned by the echoes of your screams for his help. what’s happening? why is it so dark right now?

“it’s me!” you hiccup, eyes wide and breaths short.

this wasn’t him right now.

no, not when your body was telling you to run. that you were in danger. not when you look up to see unfocused and rageful dark red irises trying to focus on something, his chest heaving as a whirlwind of unstable emotions seemed to batter against his rib cage.

you knew something was wrong when you had woken up so suddenly and so late, your skin sticky with sweat and feeling strangely on edge as your mind wandered to the possibilities.

why do you feel like you’re in danger right now? was it a predator? something lurking in the shadows of your room?

when you’d turned to get a look at your lover, you had your answer. he hadn’t completely transformed in his sleep, his armor hadn’t formed against his body and he still wore the thin and loose linen sleepwear he’d gone to bed with last night.

but it wasn’t loose anymore—he was nearly bulging out of it his already tall legs now hanging over the edge of the frame. his skin wasn’t that beautiful olive shade, but rather a desaturated almost deathly pale color. and his eyes. they weren’t open, but the skin underneath them showed unnaturally red veins that webbed from his eyelids just under the skin.

what was he dreaming about that had him transforming into a shadow knight in his sleep?

after some hesitation, you had reached out to his cheek to wake him up, calling out his name as he seemed to almost growl in his sleep. you almost regret your decision when blood red eyes snap open in a frenzy, and a split second later you find yourself forcefully pinned against the sheets.

you can see it. the instability on his face. he wasn’t here with you in this moment, his judgment was clouded by whatever rage had overtaken him in his dream. but what could you do? he already had you, his hands holding down your arms rather painfully and heavy body pinning you in place. the only thing you could possibly be capable of was to soothe him with your words.

“laurance… it’s me. it’s me.” you whisper, cursing at how your voice was the least bit assuring as it shook. “you were dreaming. you’re here with me.”

his chest heaves with ragged breaths, expression twisted in a lost and distressed frenzy. the startling blood red of his eyes dart across your face, before locking onto your eyes.

there he is.

you see a piece of him return, as rage turns to horror and realization.

“you—it’s you.” he manages to get through disjointed breaths, whatever scene that was looping in his mind clearly still clouding his ability to calm down.

“it’s me.” you whisper.

he closes his eyes, pulling in a sharp breath as he lets go of your wrists and moves his hands to beside your head. he ducks his head, shoulders shaking and mouth curling in an expression that could only be described as pure self loathing.

“…it’s okay.” you breathe, your words quickly cut off by his own.

“it’s not.”

it’s harsher than he probably intended. his voice is hoarse and deep, an underlying growl there that he can’t seem to get rid of. you watch as a few sparks of ember float up into the air, fizzling out thankfully before it could hit your sheets or spark the wooden ceiling.

he was going to hurt you. you. you. you.

a second goes by and shakily you raise your hands, cupping his cheeks. “laurance. look at me.”

his jaw clenches and unclenches. once, twice, three, before he cracks open his eyes again, focusing on you.

“i’m okay. see?” you keep your voice hushed, thumbs running along the red veins beneath his eyes. “you need to calm down so you can transform back.”

“i ca—i can’t. you should’ve heard—no. no.” he shakes his head, lowering it again—but this time resting his face into the crook of your neck.

your heart sinks. he sounds so unstable. so panicked.

fingers drift up to the nape of his neck, massaging into the tense muscles there and drifting to the now impossibly broad expanse of his shoulders. they seemed to double your own, his form completely swallowing yours as he leaned over you. he breathes in, taking in your scent as his lips pressed against the juncture of your shoulder and neck. it makes your heart rate involuntarily spike, a shuddering breath leave your lips in a mix of fear and something else you don’t want to admit to.

a few more beats pass like this, you frozen under him like prey caught in the jaws of a predator, before his lips part and he bites down onto your skin.

his teeth were sharp, and a small whimper of discomfort involuntarily leaves your lips at the feeling.

it makes him flinch back and freeze in place, like once again he hadn’t even realized his own actions—the primal part of him taking over his rational thoughts.

“i can’t.” he mutters lowly, moving to get up, like he was going to leave. “

“no.” you quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying to pull him down to you but instead pulling yourself up to him.

“i’m going to hurt you. i don’t have… control over myself right now—“

you gulp, before slinking your legs around his waist and pulling your hips up to connect with his.

he inhales sharply. “what are you doing?”

“you’re here with me. let me show you.”

“no. no, i’ll hurt you.” he says, groaning as you pull yourself closer and roll yourself into him.

there’s a low warning of your name from his lips, forehead dropping to rest against your collarbone. “you don’t know what you’re doing—”

“i do.” you reassure, cutting him off. “i want you.”

he settles back down with a groan, lifting his head to look at you. “i’m dangerous to you right now. why can’t you understand?”

leaning up, you connect your lips with his and he groans against you. you can feel his self control beginning to crumble, and the much thicker bulge pressing between your legs through the material of his pants and your nightgown.

“i understand.” you say. “i understand that i love you more.”

“you’re going to be,” he groans, the deeper timbre of his voice sending a shock of electricity down your spine. “the undoing of me.”

he rolls his hips down into yours, and you gasp. regularly, what was under his belt was nothing to scoff at—his flirtatious remarks irritatingly wasn’t just all talk. but now? in this form where he towered not one but two heads taller than you? just from him pressing into you alone you could tell he was huge.

this is what he needed, though. you can already feel the tense trembling of his muscles beginning to calm, his ragged and uneven breathing turning to just a shuddering tempo.

his hands find themselves on your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin. “is this… what you want? tell me right now, because i’m losing my grip.”

you were almost ashamed of the damp spot that had already begun to form on your panties, and how just his touch was enough to send shockwaves through your nervous system.

“yes.”

it’s like a switch is flipped, whatever wall of self control his conscious had put up crumbling to the ground. his hips push down into yours, harsher this time, while his lips press into your skin. he begins to pull your skin between his teeth, suckling bruises against it while his hands no less than tear your nightgown from your body.

cool air hits your skin, a small gasp leaving your lips at his sudden eager need to have his skin on yours. his hands briefly leave your side, only to pull his own clothes and briefs from his form. you don’t dare to look down, the length that was pressing against your thigh enough to intimidate you.

“i—“ he stutters, the internal war being fought in his head stopping his movements. “i’ll hurt you. i don’t know if i can control myself.”

tilting your head up, you kiss him once again, fingers threading into his hair and massaging his scalp. “you won’t.”

he shudders against you, breathing in your scent and deepening the kiss. eagerly he shifts your hips, moving you closer with one hand and dragging the fat tip of his cock against your clit. you were already well lubricated with the slick that covered your folds, but you still weren’t sure if it would fit. regardless his lips continue to devour yours, pulling each breath from your lips and leaving you dizzy as he shifts his hips up, dragging the length against your folds and pulling back. the mere girth of it was startling, but you don’t get to think about it for long until you’re subjected to it, the tip bullying it’s way through your entrance.

he slowly keeps pushing in, making you feel like you were going to split in half by his size. the stretch was entirely new, an uncomfortable one you hadn’t felt before. it was almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop, either.

but you needed to breathe. managing to part from the messy lock of your lips with a gasp, you throw your head back with a shuddered moan. he keeps pulling out just so he can push back in deeper, each thrust somehow filling you out impossibly more. your body was protesting against the push, squeezing against his length like your insides were trying to shove him back out. each time you fluttered around his cock he’d groan lowly under his breath, the noise a gravelly sound that rattled against your ribs and send a lightheaded wave of pleasure up your spine.

your eyelashes flutter down, a shocked gasp leaving your lips when you see he’d barely pushed halfway through. he pulls his attention from the spot on your collarbone he’d been leaving bruising kisses on, eyes darting across your face as he keeps bullying his way inside. it was bordering on being painful, but the shocks of pleasure shooting through your nerves overpowered everything else.

the veins under his eyes had begun to recede, the red of his irises now dulling in color. his nose wrinkles for a moment as he looks at you, his hands cupping your face as a conflict of emotions crosses his face. you can tell what he was thinking, with the look of guilt that crosses over his eyes at the sight of your smaller body trembling underneath him.

he was meant to protect you. and everything in his nature now wanted him to do the opposite. even as he fought against it, it still wasn’t enough. your screams, real or not, still echo in his head.

he was always so gentle with you. always taking his time to make sure you—the most important thing to him—felt safe and comfortable. the thought that he was possibly hurting you right now was revolting to him, even though he needed you close right now. you have to reach up to his face to snap him out of his thoughts before he spirals once again.

“it’s okay. i’m okay.” you whisper.

he presses his face into your hair, before a shuddering sob leaves his lips.

“i couldn’t protect you.”

you reach for his face pulling him up to look at you. his eyebrows are pulled together, red glazed over in angry and distressed tears.

“laurance, my love. it wasn’t real. i’m safe with you.” you tilt your head. “you’ll always protect me.”

he shakes his head, gritting his teeth. “but what about when i can’t? when i fully lose control? when i finally lose you? it would be my end. i couldn’t handle it. i can’t. i can’t.”

“you’re not going to lose me.”

“you don’t… you don’t understand…”

“yes, i do.”

your voice is firmer, and it snaps his attention back to you.

“i know you. i know what you’re capable of.” you gently brush your hands across his face, and his eyes slowly shut, taking in your words. “i know your strength, and your values. i know you’d rather throw yourself into the worst pain imaginable before letting something happen to me. even now, when you claim you’re so dangerous, i know i’m safe.”

his breath shudders as he hunches over you, seeming to feel a pang through his chest that knocked the breath out of his lungs.

“i love you.” you whisper, before the breath is knocked out of you as he gives a harsh thrust of his hips, rocking you up against the pillow.

“i love you.” he groans back. “so much. you’re my everything.”

you can’t respond to that, can’t even think of the words as he fully pushes himself in, his pelvis meeting your ass. his hands grip onto your waist like you would disappear between his fingers if he let go, head dipping down to your chest as he begins to set a rhythm. pain has faded to pure pleasure at this point, the stretch of his girth and the veins that dragged along your walls with every thrust left your mouth gasping for air and back arching up into him.

his tempo was rough and sloppy, leaving you unable to catch your breath and stirring your head into a mindless haze, your fingers grasping onto the firm expanse of his shoulders for any sense of stability as you’re knocked into oblivion.

his mouth latches onto your neck once again, but unlike his brutal thrusts his lips are soft against your skin. that was your laurance. the one that laced his hand with yours as he took you in a slow and sensual pace. the one that whispered sweet nothings in your ear and treated you so gently—focusing on pleasuring you until you couldn’t think before even beginning to focus on himself.

despite how much you loved how he treated you regularly, you couldn’t even try to deny how good this felt.

he lifts his head up, fingers brushing along your breasts and up against your collarbones, taking you all in as he sped up the pace. you can tell he’s already close to his release from the way his chin tilts up in the air and his glazed-over eyes roll back, his lips parted as he pulls in ragged breaths. suddenly he’s pulling your thighs up, large hands squeezing into the plush skin and hitching them up against his shoulders.

“so beautiful. and mine.” he murmurs, voice a deep rasp. he turns his head down, leaning back over you and staring at you through hooded eyes—practically folding you in half. “don’t you dare ever run where i can’t protect you.”

you’re close, too, and the way he looked at you now was about to send you over the edge. the mix of the new angle his dick was brutally drilling into you and his possessive and borderline wild need to protect you has you squeezing against him, your cunt sucking him in deeper and not letting go.

he moans out lowly, his hips stuttering into yours and slamming to a sudden stop. it’s so much, in more ways than one, when his hips grind in a slow circle and the heat of his cum overflows into you. you swear you feel it in your guts, with how much of it keeps coming, and how he jerkily pushes it back into you. it snaps you over the edge, vision going white and limbs turning shaky and weak, the mix of both of your releases spilling from your stuffed cunt and creating a sticky mess where your skin connected.

when you regain your vision again you find yourself looking back into gray-blue eyes, his eyebrows turned up and under eyes wet with tears. his skin had returned to its normal tone, but he still looked so pale, still so filled with a fear he couldn’t swallow.

you bring a hand up to his cheek once again, wiping the stray beads of sweat away from his face and leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips.

“there you are, my love.”

your voice is merely a hoarse whisper, but it’s enough to knock him down. he crumbles onto you, forehead landing on the pillow next to your head, breaths shaky and fanning across your skin as his arms circle around your waist and pull you tight. slowly, he pulls out, leaving the both of you softly groaning in discomfort at the absence of each other’s warmth. his cum continues to spill out from inside you, dripping onto the sheets in a messy mix.

“…did i hurt you?” he whispers, voice trembling in the fear of it being true. his hands feel so very gentle on your waist, like he was holding fragile porcelain in his hands.

“no.”

his breath hitches in something like relief, a choked sob leaving his lips. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know. and i love you.”

his shoulders relax, and he rolls to the clean side of the bed, pulling you right into his chest and hugging you close. strong arms wrap around your shoulders and waist, leaving you little wiggle room against him. with the fragile state he was in, though, you don’t dare to say a word about it.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know what happened—” he starts, his voice an exhausted and hoarse whimper as he buries his face in your hair.

“laurance. i’m safe.” is all you say, silencing the self-deprecating thoughts he wished to express.

in the quiet dead of night, you both lay there, limbs tangled and pressed together as the moonlight filtered through the window and illuminated your sweaty skin—shining from the afterglow. the fears that plagued your lover’s mind melted away for now, his breaths evening into a deep and steady cycle and mind lulling into a peaceful sleep.

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madschiavelique · 1 year ago

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headcanons on miguel’s favorite sex positions? 💃

OOOO boi do i have some things to say about this

headcanon : Miguel's favourite sex positions and why with some quotes of what he would say in each situation for the positions

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, mentions of -breeding kink, size kink, soft sex, rough sex, pnv sex, prostate, bdsm. softdom!miguel, no use of Y/N word count : 1,3k

﹫tag list : @fandom-ash

Missionary : ⟢ description : the receiver partner lays back and the giving partner enters from above

listen, he is a simple man that sometimes likes to stick to the good ol stuff

this, and also because he just loves to watch you and how small you look under him

Miguel for SURE has a size kink, like LOOK at how BIG he is

and the fact that he knows he can cage you underneath him simply with his frame makes his cock twitch

also : this one gives him access to your neck and your breasts/chest, and every single position that does so is a must

bonus point for the kinky missionary where he ties your hands above your head while his roam your entire body

plus he just loves seeing you begging, that powerless look in your eyes as you squirm under him makes his eyes burn dark

“I’m going to make you come until you can’t breathe.”

Table-top / Countertop : ⟢ description : you don’t have to do this specifically on a table. Have the giver enter while the receiver sits or lies at the edge of a table, counter, or bed.

this man is devoted to his work, but he is mostly devoted to you

and sometimes he just can’t resist seeing your thigh thickening as you sit down, it does unspeakable things to him (because he is undoubtedly a thigh man, fight me on this)

gotta make some good use of these desks after all

if he really just can't wait for you two to be back to his quarters, he’d 100% make everyone leave the office so that he can just pin you down on the desk and fuck you senseless

once, you almost got caught because you were moaning a bit too loud, and he just pressed his hand on your mouth

“I love your moans nena, but for now you have to be silent.”

you had tried to control your moans better, biting on the inside of your cheek, your lip, or his

“don’t worry, because later, I’ll make you scream”

another way for him to take you that is similar to the countertop would be :

Face-off / the chairman ⟢ description : the giving partner sits on a chair or on the edge of a bed ; the receiver faces them while seated on their lap (for the chairman, the receiving is facing away)

he likes this one because this way he can see you, hold you close to him and still have access to your entire body

he’d spend so much time marking you, everywhere across your neck, breast and back

also the chairman might start because either you or him proposes some cockwarming during his work

“I need you, right now.”

when in the bedroom though, he will go for something similar but sweeter :

the Om/Rocking Horse ⟢ description : the giving partner sits cross-legged, (yoga/pretzel-style), while the receiver sits on their lap facing them. The receiver can wrap their legs around the giver and hug each other

he just loves the proximity of this one, it’s so intimate

how he can hold you in his arms while you go at your own rhythm. You look so good for him, he’s literally drunk on your every expression and moans

he’ll become a full koala, just wrapping his arms around you and kissing your skin tenderly, his eyes full of pure adoration for you

seeing you so close, he is so proud of you and how good you are for him

it’s in these moments that he wonders what he did to deserve to have such an amazing partner

“do you like the way that feels ? Gosh, you should see how good you look right now.”

Cowgirl ⟢ description : the receiver kneels on top, pushing off the giver’s chest and sliding up and down their thighs. The receiver can relieve some weight from their partner’s pelvis by leaning back and supporting themselves on their thighs

ooo boi many reasons

first of all, after a long day, if you want him, you can still fuck him when he is too tired to properly take care of you (this man will crave your body until his last breath)

second of all, the view he has is amazing

seeing you bounce on his dick, his hands grasping your breasts/chest and your hips while you’re rolling them onto him : pure bliss

third of all, this one allows you to manage your own rhythm and your own pleasure just the way you want it

he does also love some alternatives to it

reverse cowgirl for instance is insanely good, seeing your amazing ass lowering on his dick and grazing his lower belly is heavenly. Bonus point for this one if it’s mirrored sex, because seeing your beautiful face while you’re the one fucking him elevates his soul

“use me as your toy all night long”

Leap frog ⟢ description : this is a modified doggy style position. The receiver gets on their hands and knees, then, keeping hips raised, rests their head and arms on the bed.

remember the soft Miguel I told you about in the Om part ? Let’s set that idea to the side, ‘cause he ain’t soft in this one

damn this position makes him want to breed you so bad, because this has a sort of bestial and intense style to it

he can go deep into you, hitting all the good spots while he toys with your clit and drives you from one climax to the other

he will lock your wrists in your back with just one hand while with the other he grips your hair

he loves the feeling of your ass against him, and will undoubtedly grab it full hand or slap it

he might or might not use this one whenever he feels frustrated and needs to vent the tension

“i’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk”

Scoop me up/spooning ⟢ description : both partner lie on their side, facing the same direction while the giver enters the receiver

Miguel, as we can imagine, is the big spoon, and he loves being it

so combining this with sex ? Oh boi that’s a win

also (same as with cow-girl) this is a great way for him to still make love to you when he is tired after a long day because he doesn’t need to use a lot of energy

bonus point about this one : he loves it because, when you’re all done, there’s nothing much left to do but snuggle up and fall asleep in each other’s embrace

“Coño, you feel amazing.”

Mating press / Seashell ⟢ description : the receiver lies back with their legs raised all the way up, the giver enters from a missionary position

as mentioned earlier, Miguel probably has a good ol’ breeding kink

so of course this position is a necessity

he can be all good and deep inside you while you're under him, he might bite your calf

he feels like he looks so much bigger than you in this, and he’ll never get tired of the vision of your eyes tearing up from how deep he’s fucking you

plus, he can block both your legs and arms, completely dominating you and holding you at his mercy, and that excites him very, very much

“Let’s find out how much you can take.”

this one is kind of a bonus :

the snow angel (maybe an unpopular opinion ? i have no idea tbh bhffrgd) ⟢ description : the receiver should lie on their back and have the giving partner straddle them, facing away. The receiver lifts their legs and wraps them around the giver’s back to elevate their pelvis so the giver can enter.

okay this one mostly applies for one single reason : prostate massage

you both might just rarely use this one, because miguel can’t see you nor mark anything than your legs (which he doesn't appreciate), however the possibility that you can finger his ass while he fucks you is an amazing feeling

the way he can bury himself inside of you while you hit his prostate so deliciously makes him moan uncontrollably

“Don’t stop… It’s so good when you touch me there.”

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verinarin · 1 year ago

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HC about Dr ratio with a short lyney reader! (Can be fem or gn or male!! Ur choice)

Can u uh do smut if ur ok with it???

U can Decline this request if ur not comfortable, i understand!

Aaa I’m not going to decline since I need more Dr. Ratio brainrot >:)

Note that I can’t really think about like mini HC so I’m going to give you bite sized fics <3

18+ Cuffs, Fingering (gn reader!)

SFW

Dr. Ratio is a man of science, he’s rational so the idea of magic seems interesting to him. He knew these magic tricks of yours has logical explanation behind it so he would like to inspect it first hand

So from time to time he likes to watch you practice and give his own personal input, like today for example !

He came to visit you in your workshop, you were perfecting a new trick and you wouldn’t mind the criticism Ratio might have, it has always helped you improve your tricks

“If you angle the sword this way it’ll definitely let the audience figure out the secret behind it,” he whispers beside his your ear as he leans down, his face so close to your neck while his arms caged your frame against the coffin like construct of your upcoming magic trick

“Ahh it seems that I accidentally made the master magician turned red,” he chuckles before pressing a kiss on your cheek

NSFW

It’s a normal thing to have him drop by your workshop when he’s free, but he texted you that sadly he can’t come today due to an urgent meeting

It’s fine of course!, to be honest this new trick of yours is kind of complicated and you need someone to supervise you but Ratio isn’t here so might as well take it as a chance to test your skill !

It’s just an easy escape act, just uncuffing yourself with a pin but the kick is your hands are cuffed to your back whilst your body is strapped down into a desk that is also locked

So it’s a double lock situation, first the cuff and then the harness that locks your waist onto the tall desk, to give a helpless illusion, since you are quite short you’re going to look like you’re floating !

Everything was going smoothly until you accidentally dropped the pin you were going go use to uncuff yourself, ahh this is so embarrassing !

You knew that your sister would probably search for you after sometime since you always come home right on time, thank god that is only your sister that’s going to see you at this embarrassing state

You start to relax your muscles let you start to daydream waiting for your sister to come, after almost half an hour heard the door opens ah thank god she noticed you early on, your body is starting to go stiff !

“Ahh siss !, help me out over here I accidentally dropped the pin and now I can’t uncuff myself,” you whine as you swing your legs, ah you don’t want to see your sister face right now

You never heard a reply from her, just the sound of ominous steps getting closer and closer “Ah how embarrassing,”

Oh no….it’s Dr.Ratio

You felt his big hand resting on the harness that straps you down towards the desk, he rest his hand there as he leans towards your ears “It seems you need to practice more,”

“Dr. Ratio please don’t tease me, I’m dying from embarrassment here !,” you whine as you struggle to get myself

“How can’t I where you’re so adorably stupid,” he chuckles as he crouched to get the pin but he puts in on his pocket instead

“Why are you here anyways, you told me you couldn’t come,”

“I just finished my meeting quickly to meet a certain someone and it looks like I’m came in like a rather sticky situation huh ?,” he smirks as he caress your wrist

“Yup and you sir could be my saviour !,” you try to act like you’re perfectly fine, you’re not of course

He just chuckles at your frail attempt at being unbothered about the whole situation “What would I get in return as a token of your appreciation ?,”

“Anything you want?,” you reply, getting too uncomfortable at the suspense

He hold you waist as he presses his clothed erection against you, “Can it be you ?,” he whispers as he leans down beside your ear

“Y-yes just get me out of here,” you whine as you grind against him

“Well I want upfront payment first so….”

“Ratio…”

Oh god he’s going to do it while you’re restrained isn’t he-

With a swift move he slid your pants until your ankle, he crouches before your nether region, his fingers trace your clothed hole making it wet from mere friction, you reply with a whine and a pout he considers too cute

“Yes yes won’t tease anymore,” he huffs before dragging your underwear down and stick his finger at your wet hole

“So tight…” he whispers as he thrust it slowly

“Nghnnn,” you could only hold back your moans hoping it wouldn’t get attention from the outside

“You’re going to let me fuck you like this right?,” he stood up, his hand curving itself inside you while his other hand pulled your cuffed wrist

“Yes,”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #dr ratio #dr ratio hsr #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff #dr ratio smut #dr. ratio #dr. ratio x reader

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mr-bas00nist · 2 years ago

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On The Clock

Chris Redfield x Male reader

Summary: You and Chris are on a mission and things get a little…. Frisky.

Cw! Fingering, Handjob, Exhibitionism, Public sex, Vouyerism, Hold The Moan, Degradation, Blood and Humiliation. Readers also a big boy.

@xweirdo101x not your request but here ya go! :) also your welcome Jason @j-hauke

You and Chris were currently on the hunt for a B.O.W that had recently been sighted. There were other soldiers on the sight as you two drove to the ‘battleground’. “So how hostile is this motherfucker exactly?” You turn to Chris asking him with your arms crossed. “Not the most hostile weapon we’ve ever seen but we still need to deal with it.” He speaks keeping his eyes on the road.

When you guys arrived you saw a big creature being shot at. You guys began to shoot at it trying to be as careful as you could be to not get hurt. Soon it conjured more of it’s little demons leaving another thing to worry about. While Chris was shooting at it he didn’t pay attention to his environment resulting in a blow from the enemy. He stumbled to the ground grunting. You look over to his direction seeings he’s on the ground and quickly run over taking him to a nearby building to patch him up.

“That was stupid Redfield.” You speak shaking your head as you look at his bloodied leg. “Don’t fucking lecture me.” He rolls his eyes scoffing. You glare at him as you ‘accidentally’ pour a little more alcohol on his wound than what was needed. He winces at the sting of the alcohol on his fresh wounds. “Fuck…. Asshole.” He whispers breathlessly. You grin from ear to ear tying up his disinfected wound.

“Well that’s a bit rude.” You speak amused. He laughs a little rolling his eyes. “Like your not an asshole to me.” He leans into you looking for a kiss. You reciprocate grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Before he can pull away you grab him back not wanting to end the kiss. Your hands began to wander around his body as the kiss got greedier and greedier.

You both pull away panting. You smile at him as you help him up. You pretend not to notice the growing hard on in his jeans. Before you can walk away he grabs your wrist panting. “Y-you can’t just leave me like this..” He speaks still panting from the previous kiss. “And why not?” You turn around caging him against the wall. “Because your cruel, but not that cruel.” You think about his words for a moment.

“Alright you got me there. But we gotta make this quick, understood?” You ask looking around. He nods eagerly. You smirk flipping him so he’s facing the wall. You quickly tug his pants down pulling his underwear down a bit. You slowly begin to rub your own growing erection against his ass. You snake your arm in front of him wrapping your palm around his dick. You slowly begin to pump him moving up and down slowly getting him even harder.

“Fuck-“ he lets out an especially loud moan making you look around for any signs of life. “Quiet down a little, your gonna get us caught. Bet you’d like that though?” You smirk picking up your pace. He groans nodding at the increased torture on his aching cock. “What a fucking whore.” You taunt continuing to pick up your pace. “What would your men think? Seeing their cold and calculated captain pinned against a wall moaning like there’s no tomorrow.”

He groans at your words. “F-Fuck, already close….” He moans out beginning to thrust his hips into your hand. You smirk deciding to degrade him to move him along. “God, you really enjoy shit like this? That’s really fucking pathetic, you lasted at least 30 fucking seconds and your already begging to cum?” You laugh picking up your pace as you begin to move at an inhuman speed.

He begins to twitch in your hand signaling he was close. “G-gonna, gonna c-“ before he can cum his phone rings. “Really, right now?” He groans in annoyance picking the phone up. You pause your motions listening curiously. “Captain! Do you and Major L/n need any help?!” You hear Piers shouting on the phone. Chris sighs heavily. “No Piers were fi-“ Chris chokes on his own words as you bend him over more prodding his entrance with your pointer finger.

He quickly muted the phone looking up at you with wide eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” He shouts. “Better keep talking sweetheart.” You smirk fingering him slowly. He covers his mouth holding back a moan before beginning to speak again. Piers was a talker and always wanted to know what was going on which made this even better. “Y-yeah we’re fineeeee~” He moans quietly.

“Okay! Did you break your leg or something!? Or was it just a cut!?” Piers shouts trying to scream over the chaos outside. Chris shakes his head as he tries to speak again only to get cut off by a second finger. You click your tongue. “Well don’t keep him waiting, speak.” You whisper as he tries to not let out a peep. “J-j-just a good ol’ scratch P-Piers! Nothing to worry about!” Chris’s eyes roll back slightly as he begins to back into your fingers.

“Alright sir! I’ll report to everyone, just get out here as soon as you can!” Piers shouts. You speed up your fingers making Chris begin to twitch in your hands. His eyes go wide as he shakes his head no petrified. “B-bye P-piers-!” He quickly hangs up the phone as he cums with a loud moan. You smirk as you slowly pump his cock riding out his orgasm.

He pants against the wall breathing shakily as you pull your fingers out of him. “Honestly didn’t think you had it in you.” You speak impressed. His breath hitches as he shakes in your grasp. “Fuck you.” He sighs heavily smiling. “Maybe later. Come on, before they start looking for us.” You take your handgun out reloading. You quickly run out of the building leaving Chris alone.

He quickly pulls his underwear and his pants up running out with a shotgun in hand. Two soldiers watch as he runs back onto the field looking at each other. “I told you he was the fucking bottom.” One of them speaks. The other guy rolls his eyes.

“Fine I owe you a beer.”

#dom male reader #dom reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x male reader #chris redfield smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you

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fandomfluffandfuck · 8 months ago

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OK BUT

nomad!Steve having a size kink, seeing pre-serum!Steve and just not being able to KEEP IT IN HIS PANTSSSS

This didn't take me almost a week to get to. What do you mean?

You're so fucking right and while I have more angst-y thoughts about how younger, slimmer Steve would feel about that, too--how he might react when at first confronted with his perceived inadequacies in the face of everything he believes he's supposed to be, the way everyone tells him he should be... BUT we'll ignore that simply for the ✨️kink✨️

And what hits nomad Steve first--what takes his head and twists it down a dark, filthy path from the wheel-spinning confusion of being confronted with himself from another timeline, much younger and sicker--is their hands.

There's a moment where younger Steve reaches out to touch him, disbelieving. He's almost unknowingly playing out the now, in the future, overdone trope in movies of two people standing face-to-face, mirroring their movements. A perfect reflection. Younger Steve doesn't touch. But he gets close. His hands hover, his eyes are wide, his lips falling open silently at the same time that his fingers twitch and...

Jesus.

The thing is, hands are different from everything else. Every other part of his body. Their bodies. Bone can be wrapped and overlaid with muscles, disguised as something else. More rebust and thick. Muscle lives under nomad Steve's skin in mounds, thick like clay, molded just so. He shifts, and it moves, pulling and rippling along his frame. Muscle. Alive. Burning hot with its maintenance needs. His arms and shoulders and chest have all widened. Thickened. Even his abdomen, to some degree, has been bulked wider with muscles--cut and clenching. Too, his legs, from just above his Achilles heel with his calves to the very low of his broad back in the form of his curved, sloping ass. Nomad Steve has muscle everywhere these days. He knows muscle (and a whole lot of pain in the form of the ever steady march of time) separates himself from this younger Steve. He knows it well. But...

It's easier to forget that his entire frame has changed. The atoms rearranged and stretched. Forever altered. The difference between them is encapsulated in their hands.

Hands aren't the same as the rest of the body.

You can't pack muscle on your hands in the same fashion. You can put thick callouses and jagged scars, but that won't do much to lengthen or widen your fingers, it won't broaden your palms, it won't square out their architecture, and it sure as hell won't change your fingerprints.

Nomad Steve is so different from his younger self in obvious ways, but in their hands, too.

Subtle.

Fascinating.

Exciting.

Hands.

Nomad Steve has big, big hands with square palms and thick, long fingers. He has callouses from pencils still, but also more immediate weapons that fight for change, too--his voice extended beyond his mind to his body.

Younger Steve, though, has hands that are certainly large for his petite frame, but... they're almost delicate compared to Nomad Steve's hands. Thin. Easy to consume completely. The animal that is less and less caged in Nomad Steve the more he ages--more and more torn around the edges--growls seeing those small hands.

Immediately, a million fantasies race through nomad Steve's sharp, technicolor mind. All of those hot, dirty images in his head focused on the differences between their hands that represent the contrast in the rest of their bodies, too.

The fingers of just one of nomad Steve's hands encircling two bird-bone wrists--pressing both of them into the mattress, keeping him where he wants him, tightly fitting himself inside his younger self. His body. Wet. Hot. He barely fits, he swears. It's so tight that it almost hurts, gritting his teeth, swearing, groaning, and grunting as he fucks him with abandon. All the while, using a fraction of his strength to pin and ravenge him. Nomad Steve can feel every clench of younger Steve's fists as he writhes; he can feel every twist of his arms as he tries to get some kind of release from the pleasure, the heat, he just can't take it. His little fists clench so tight, just like his body. Tight.

Jesus Christ.

The sight of his fucking hands--and suddenly he understands what Bucky means when he says he has dinner-plate palms--biting into younger Steve's tiny waist. Wasp-waisted, he swears. His pale, pale skin darkened with bruises from desire. Younger Steve gasps and moans each time nomad Steve squeezes him a little more. Christ. There's a perverted feeling pulsing all throughout nomad Steve's body--he's so goddamn small and cute, and it makes him violent. Like seeing a kitten. A feisty little kitten that he wants to crush with his bare hands. So, he grabs. He takes. He groans, bone-deep, letting his forefingers and thumbs touch around his younger self's waist. He wants to press handprint bruises into his skin, he wants to feel his hip bones, he wants to dig into those little dimples at the base of his spine, he wants to feel the concave plane of his stomach, rubbing him down, he wants to spear him on his dick. He's so little. So tight.

Tight.

The broad flat of nomad Steve's palm across his younger self's thin chest, almost spanning the entire thing, oh, god, it's so hot. Underneath him, his elongated throat, his lean pecs, his sharp collarbones, and the curve of his ribs. All of that right there when the tips of his pinkie and index finger aren't even spread wide, and they're each brushing one of his peaked nipples. He's not even trying! Still, he overwhelms his younger self. He could do anything he wanted to him. Anything. Steve can feel his younger self's lungs stutter, gasping. He's nearly cool to the touch even as he melts from heated arousal. His heart pounds, vaguely uneven but demanding either way, sending surges of arousal through his body, making sure he's up for it. Rock-hard. He's so little and so grabbable.

Best of all, fuck, the way it feels with his big hands on his tiny body when he's fucking him. It's not just how it looks. He can fucking see how little he is, but it feels better than it looks. Tight, yeah, and... with nomad Steve kneeling on the bed, he hoists his younger self up so his slim thighs are thrown around his thicker waist, his hips are tilted up, and emphasizing the way as he thrusts in and out of him like he wants to break him. With their position, younger Steve's concave tummy bulges with his dick. He's stuffed so full. Moaning and wailing with every thrust. It bulges out of him. Filling him. Nomad Steve could watch it all day--staring, groaning, at how deep he gets into his guts--but he could spend the rest of his days feeling the erotic way his own cock rocks and grinds inside him through his thin skin. Christ. He can press down harder and feel himself in there, rubbing the tip of his own cock just to make his own hips jerk harder. Harsher. He's using his younger self like a damn flashlight, like he's jerking off using him, getting off to how he barely fits in there, getting off to how he's getting squeezed, getting off to how he drips with lube and how he drools and how he gags for it. Goddamn, he's begging for more even though there isn't more. There's no fucking way he could fit more inside him. He's at his limits, and Steve's taking him there. Steve's taking him. Ruining him.

He's never gonna be so little and tight again, so is Steve really the big, bad wolf for wrecking him? Like, god, how can he keep it in his pants when he's that big? It barely fits in the first place 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Hopefully, you enjoyed that 😘

Now, with this extra detailing

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #selfcest #steve x steve #averyfromzero #let me know if this is good lol... i like this concept but idk something about this writing isnt like i have in my minds eye #so im not sure i like how it turned out

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g0g0at · 2 months ago

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Malevolent part 47

Oooh let’s go

What is that sound???

Thank you for the exact hours Yorick, I’ll be putting that to good use

Oh one of those medieval prison things.

A gibbot? Joyous name mmm

Are we about to get a sick fic esc episode?

Arthur talking about the air again… he’s been doing that a lot this season…

John shaking Arthur “REST GODDAMNIT!!

Bro straight up has the plague

“If Arthur says he’s fine, he’s fine” NO THAT IS NOT TRUE FOR HIM

John is being so understanding

John pep talk

“He was just a man” he also SUCKED

Arthur you’re not a bad person for this my guy

Probably would be dead otherwise ngl

“I don’t have an answer that will make you feel better”

John is already human

I mean you can try but the plague is contagious

“You know what the right path forward is” I mean mostly

“Thanks you keeping us alive” part 2

Hehe John bragging a little

Oh witches hand?

Welp. Time to desecrate a corpse

ARTHUR SHOULD NOT CLIMB HIGH PLACES!! NOT WITH HIS FALLING OFF OF THINGD HISTORY!!

Yorick you’re being sneaky…

Why did I know he was gonna say eye?

Eye gouging time again 😔

Hand of Malevolen(t)ce

“I am in no rush” ok Yorick thanks

Is he seriously climbing this

Couldn’t he tip it?

The laughing cough BAHAHHA

“There are no wrong answers in brain storming” sounds like my highschool teachers

Shame he doesn’t have an axe

How are you gonna get the pin? Shake it?

John has had enough of being dead named

Haha! Rocks!

How good is your aim?

Hey he hit it! John sounds so proud

Wii Golf

Alexander heyo

Alexander please don’t eat the eyes

ALEXANDER STOP THAT!

“I scared him away 😞 “

Is Alexander actively against Yorick?

Bro is calling himself a nerd 💀

For someone “not good at athletics” he’s good and running a such

“You wanted to fit in” HEY HEY HEY

“If they could see me now” *throws rocks at a corpse*

WHAT WAS THAT

Was that John tapping the cage to guide him? That’s a new trick

Mist creature

Oh no split decision

And another hole!

RIGHT NOW?!! WHY NOW?!!

YORICK PRIORITIES PLEASE

Oh dear

This is not good

Arthur you are “folding” again

Black candle?

Dark magic…

Oh dear dark world shit

What is happening

Did it get rid of the creature?

Oh the vanguard and yorick are seperate?

Hmmm

Interesting…

Hey he called him John

Yorick lore

I thought the antithesis was gonna be “the hand of god” ngl

Oh that’s actually useful af

Haha it was the owl!

Lilith? Sent by Kayne maybe?

Oh ok nvm

Arthur is just getting chased by every second outer god oml

Shape shifters…

Maybe Arthur needed to die for whatever reason

Who is she…

Limited uses AUGHHHHH

SCRATCH

Is John hearing those whispers?

Oh dear

Ok ok so. Alexander is or works for Scratch. But if Arthur is her “favourite”. Then…

Mmmm maybe Arthur NEEDED to die and come back, for some reason

Oooh this episode has so much lore

Can you bluff a god like that??

Maybe don’t confront her…

Double lie

I mean you guys are both ok at lying

Arthur is struggling

Oooh ok it’s starting to make sense

So you only gotta worry about her if she’s nearby that’s some benefit

John and Yorick bonding moment?

John saying he’s projecting and that he thought Yorick was a mistake… does that mean… does that mean John thinks that he’s also a mistake?

“Purely for appearances” yeah ok

Very poetic, my friend

Looks like we’re ramping up to the final season(s)

“We’ll stare it down” well… John will

Yeah play it up! Arthur’s acting skills have improved since the train

John is getting excited too BAHHAHA

How close are you guys to the castle?

Oh they’ve all be cut down hmmmm

Mmmm storm environment

King Louis?

Was there an 8th Louis?

So we’re in a different timeline

That’s a LONG reign

King John hehhe

France and England become one country??

Oooooh world building

AYE CASTLE!!

Eeee I’m excited

Hopefully it’s not full of dead people like in Carcosa

“I know far too much, you will need to be more specific”

That’s a big question

He needs some cough drops

He sounds like he’s gonna pass out kinda

King in Yellow has some French influence, this’ll be interesting

Oh my god he needs some soup and cough drops

Yorick sounded kinda concerned for him there dang

Yeah probably better to rest in the castle than the rain

Cows might be difficult to fake

That cough sounds real (if Harlan recorded this while sick I guess it would be)

Gold ring, good choice

Lovely description from John

Oh is this castle fucked up

Good lord that is a horrid cough

Everart… that sounds familiar… oh that’s a disco elysium character

Oh my god he literally sounds like he’s dying

“Not the way you taught me”

He is mixed up HE HAS THE PLAGUE

“Lean on me” I thought he meant literally for a second ngl and was like “well good luck with that”

Let John handle it for a bit

Castle time!!!

Oh the sound design….

Is Yorick in the bag??? Doesn’t matter if he’s quiet if they can SEE HIM

Oh this sound design is AWESOME

Don’t get stabbed…

Oh WHAT

Of course the castle is fucked up why am I surprised

How does he eat? Does he? Fucked up castle

This imagery is nice

Maaaaaaaaan maybe this castle was a bad choice

AH CARCOSA MENTION

All righty castle time!!

Mmmm I’m nervous tho ngl

Oooh can’t wait for next week!! The castle!!

#loved this episode #Arthur does seems to be dying tho #:/#malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #malevolent spoilers #malevolent part 47

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Teachers Pet Blurb

Warnings: dub-con, JJ obsessed with his teacher, unprotected sex

“You weren’t at graduation.” I bite back a scream, his voice startling me to the point of a near heart attack. I clutch my chest, flipping on the light of my bedroom to find JJ laying with his hands behind his head on my bed.

“How did you get in?” I breathe, thinking back to this morning if I’d locked the door. Did I?

“Why didn’t you go, Ms G? Too hard being in a place with me surrounded by all your peers?” JJ raises a brow at me and I shake my head, still not sure how he got in. Or grasping that he’s really here. I hear a sigh then he’s standing. I back away but he slams the door shut before I can think of escaping.

Why am I trying to escape? He’s not a student anymore.

But what would people think? This is a small town. Word would travel quickly. Gossip is enough to get fired.

“What are you thinking?” His mouth comes down next to my ear, caging me in against the door. I can’t think with him so close. The way he smells. The way he feels.

“You’re never going to let me go, are you?” I ask softly, flinching when his hand slides up over my hip. The heat from his body warms mine as his chest presses against me, his hand grasping the back of my neck and hair then yanking back hard.

“Never.” JJ growls, then his lips are on mine. I let him kiss me because I know what this is. It’s him owning me. Claiming me. Making me his. His hips snap forward, rutting against me for some kind of friction. I cup him through his jeans, dying to feel his skin against mine.

My skirt is yanked up as I free him from his jeans in a frenzy. One leg is hooked around his hip and then he’s thrusting inside me, slamming my body against the bedroom door so hard it rattles on the hinges. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting him have his way with me while both of us are still fully dressed. For some reason it only made me hotter.

“I want you.” JJ rasps in my ear, not slowing his pace on bit. I whimper, the stretch of his cock borderline painful. I didn’t understand how something so big.. so thick fit inside me. Surely he could get a job with that thing.

“I. Want. You.” He grips my throat, squeezing just enough to scare me while also making me clench around him. My body melted as our sounds grew sloppy until my orgasm passed. He releases my throat and I suck in a breath, suddenly shoved forward on the bed with my ass in the air. I’m flipped onto my back and he tears my blouse open, buttons flying across the room.

“JJ.” I gasp but he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about is the carnal urge to fuck. His ringed fingers dip into the swells of my breasts, squeezing and groping before discarding my bra next.

“Say you want me.” JJ pins me with a look I haven’t seen before. He’s never begged me before and I felt like this was as close as he’d get. The blue of his eyes was hypnotizing. I open my mouth just as his cock lines up with my entrance and he slides in with ease, burying himself to the hilt and stealing my breath. I can’t focus as he fucks me slowly, grinding his pelvis into mine as he looks at me. I’m on the urge of another climax when he slows further, giving shallow thrusts that aren’t nearly enough.

“Please.” I beg, reaching down and digging my nails into his ass.

“Say it. Say you want me.” JJ murmurs against my lips, rolling his hips like he has all the time in the world.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I pant, frustrated from pure need.

“I want to hear you say it.” He bites out, before looking between us where he’s slowly easing in and out of me. I could kill him. “I could pull out and leave you like this. All hot and wanting.”

“I’ll finish myself.” The words fly out of my mouth and his jaw ticks in anger before turning to an angry smirk. A moment passes and he’s flipping me onto my front, pressing his thumb against my ass. A harsh slap lands against my ass and I yelp only to push back against him for more. He does it again and again.

“I want to mark every square inch of your body and I know you want me too. You like being owned.” Tears fill my eyes from the sting of his slaps but I wanted more. Needed more. He took away every single piece of control Id carefully molded my life around and destroyed it. And I loved it.

“JJ, please.” I cry, on the brink of insanity with the need to cum.

“We have all night, doll.”

#smutwarning #jj maybank smut #outer banks smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj obx #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow

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corruptedroses · 1 year ago

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*clears throat* Soft Dom Bane x Reader headcanons because man looks like he would care for his SO needs more than his. Maybe hints of strength and size kink because hello? His carry? Also have fun guessing who this anon is /j

— In his hands

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Gamekeeper | Bane Perez/reader Content Warnings — Author's Notes — Please note that Bane in my headcanons have two prosthetic tongues and a lisp because of this.

With the many years of isolation and the years of grief that came with losing his best friend, Bane longs for a connection where you're both able to trust and love each other and when he found you, he knew that he found the person he wanted.

Bane was a naturally big person as a normal person and a hunter, so, it wasn't a shock when the first time he laid a hand on you it almost enveloped your face, leaving him to pause and drag that hand down your neck, your front, to your waist.

You swore that you could feel the steam coming from underneath his mask as he carried you to a chair, even more silent than he usually was.

After that game, the gamekeeper had taken up your doorway to invite you to the hunter's side for lunch and tea. Literally, the man easily made the doorway look like a pet door when he stood there, mask off and prosthetic tongue talking.

You hadn't even known that the man was even capable of speaking before you saw him like that. It was honestly charming how his eyes had been averted and he seemed unsure of what to say.

Those eyes weren't the same way when he was eating you out. While he wasn't able to use a tongue to fuck you, his fingers were just enough to fill you, and stretch you, while his lips worked at anything he wasn't able to get. His other hand was easily able to pin your hips and chest flat against the bed. He loves the state of you, he loves the smell of you as you squirm and whine.

He likes to pin you down, and hold you in games, but when the two of you are in the bedroom, it's like a whole new ball game. Instead of you struggling for a win, it was one of trust, it was one of carnal need. It allowed for him to sweat off the stress and anger of the day and focus on making the two of you feel good.

He barely fits. Bane is so big that he needs to stretch you out every time so that he doesn't hurt you. His muscles easily cage you in, his hips forcing you to bounce against his skin as he grunted against your neck. Pure raw power, pure need, he fucks you like a wild animal so deep and with raw instinct.

"Look at you, sweetheart," Bane would grunt, flicking a thumb over one of your nipples, the other gripping one of your ass cheeks so tight that you were sure that he would leave bruises, "Taking me in so well..."

And he would easily paint your insides or skin all white. He's sexually suppressed from isolation and he's all pent up, he wants to make sure that you're filled to the brim until you're overflowing. He wants to see you leak cum and still want more.

But god, he wants to also spoil you too; washing you, massaging oils into your skins, letting you know you're loved. Bane needs to share the love he hasn't been able to for years, and its now all for you.

#identity v smut #smut #idv smut #identity v #idv bane x reader smut #idv bane smut #idv bane x reader #idv bane #bane perez #idv gamekeeper x reader smut #identity v gamekeeper x reader smut #idv gamekeeper

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panvnsleake · 8 months ago

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βrγce gets eliminated (in a vore way)

based off of this. of course you had to write something about it instead of working on your other stories pancake. of COURSE. also there's swearing in this. just for comedic effect (it's not funny anyway but whatever) i'll call βrγce braces (or sober boggle for his competition name) and αirγ aireado (just his name in spanish) so i don't have to censor it every time i mention their name.

this is a crackfic so i didn't really check it

this has vore in it, as the title states. um. story is under cut

Braces sat down on the grass, sighing tiredly. He just wanted to be eliminated. Everyone asked him why, but...wasn't it obvious? he wanted to get out of this cage already. He perked up at the sound of Aireado's monotone voice, before looking back down. He had about...what, 7.7% of getting eliminated? Why should he even care about who got out? Surely, it wouldn't be hi- "The contestant eliminated is...Sober...Boggle." Braces' eyes lit up. Him? HIM?! He stood up and exhaled in relief, looking at his claws. Finally! He was fr- His excitement, unfortunately, didn't last long. He felt himself getting picked up and froze. He thrashed around a bit at whatever was grabbing him, but it was no use. This force was a lot stronger and bigger than him. Everyone gathered around, only being able to stare and shout at him to try his best. He, at last, went limp, and let himself get lifted up without a fight. At some point, the blue sky started to fade, and instead became a dark grey. could see a light coming from what seemed to be a computer. It was huge, compared to him. He shivered as he thought about how big the person (object???) lifting him up probably was.

Eventually, Braces was lifted up all the way to Aireado's face. He couldn't help but freak out. After all, he was like a pebble compared to Aireado.

"WHAT THE FUCK" Braces shouted, squirming. He stopped when he realized Aireado was slowly dragging him towards his mouth. "LET ME GO YOU BITCHASS MOTHERFUCK-" Braces' insults were cut off as Aireado shove him in maw, using his tongue to pin him against the roof of his mouth. Braces wriggled as much as he could, trying to claw his way out, feeling himself slowly slipping downward. He whimpered in fear before he was fully swallowed, not able to fight against Aireado's esophagus.

Braces closed his eyes tight as he descended towards Aireado's stomach, bracing himself to feel the acids. After landing and not feeling anything for a few seconds, his eyes fluttered open. "Wh- where in the ever-loving FUCK am I?" "you're in aireado's stomach. dumbass." Braces stared at the textbox. Looks like Texas was in here too. Well, it was probably better to have some company than to be completely alo-

"Hi! I'm Braces, and I'm gay as FUCK!" Never-fucking-mind. "IT'S BISEXUAL YOU STUPID BiTCH" Braces shouted back at Jac.kson Pol.loc.k's failed art piece. In response, it chuckled. ..."i know that you're probably very confused but i think aireado literally can't kill us. so we're fine. anyway do you want to play our bootleg version of uno"

"S- sure, whatever." Braces grabbed a bunch of torn up sticky notes (which he assumed were supposed to be the cards) and passed them around. Then they all played or something idk ive never played uno. everyone rage quit because emotional healing pool would always win. the end

i think bry.ce uses the word fuck a lot :3

#nonsexual vore #sfw vore #safe vore

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sl-newsie · 1 year ago

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Cool Your Jets- Ch. 10: Stabbed (Riff x newcomer)

It’s not easy to slip through the streets. Everywhere I look I see cop cars patrolling everywhere, but they pay little attention to an innocent-looking girl walking the streets at night. One copper even calls out to say if I need a ride home, but I just smile and politely decline.

I follow the railroad tracks down to the trainyards, and up ahead I see Anybodys following Tony. Guess I’ll just follow everyone to the rumble.

I finally reach my destination: a metal warehouse. I see Tony and a Shark member slip in, and then Anybodys creeps in afterwards, but that leads me with no means of getting in myself. But when I look up I see a small window next to some crates, one big enough for me to squeeze through. After climbing the makeshift ladder I quietly sneak across the catwalk up in the warehouse rafters.

It’s a big warehouse, used for storing salt for winter roads. They keep the lights off, which only makes my vision on the situation worse. Another downfall is that the rumble’s already started, with Riff fighting Bernardo dead-on in the center of a circle-a both gangs.

Wait- is that a knife? They’re fighting with switchblades!

Quickly, I scramble down from the rafters and rush up to where Anybodys is hiding. Now that I’m closer I can see the fear in Riff’s eyes, like a caged animal. But he’ll never back down-

And just like that, Bernardo suddenly jerks forward and drives his knife right into Riff’s chest.

“NO!” I screech.

I try to struggle past a chainline fence but Anybodys pulls me back.

“No, Marilyn! You can’t-!”

“Watch me!” I hiss as I climb the fence and swing over.

Meanwhile Riff just stands there, looking between Bernardo and the switchblade in his chest. Slowly, he turns around to put a hand on Tony’s shoulder and shake his head.

“‘S ok. It’s ok.” Then he falls flat to the ground in a pile of blood, and I sprint over to kneel next to him.

It’s also nearly dead-quiet so you could hear a pin drop, until Tony’s eyes fill with murderous rage and he goes to jab Riff’s knife into Bernardo’s chest. I don’t pay attention to the violence that emerges all around me- all I can focus on is the life draining from Riff’s eyes. I hear police sirens blur in and out of my thinking, and the cops must be on their way because the two gangs start dispersing.

“I tried to stop him!” Tony sobs as he holds Riff’s hand. “I tried to talk with Bernardo-!”

“Tony, you gotta go! C’mon!” Anybodys drags Tony away, leaving only me with Riff.

Riff’s almost gone- I can see it.

When he sees me, he starts panicking.

“N-No- Marylin. You gotta leave- get outta here! Get-!” Riff goes off in a coughing fit and clutches his chest.

I rub his wrist and try to calm him down, already pushing my scarf against Riff’s bleeding wound. “Shh, shh. I ain’t going anywhere without you, Riff. But ya gotta breathe steady to keep your pulse down so ya don’t bleed out. Now-” I wrap my arms around his neck and legs. “I’m gonna carry you-” I grunt as I attempt to lift his nearly-dead weight.

“No- I’m too heavy. Just leave me and get outta here!” Riff moans.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you to die alone here, Gariff Lorton!” A quick adrenaline rush helps me find extra energy and I begin to stagger towards the exit, but not before a police siren blares outside.

“Shit!” I huff as I frantically look for a way out.

“Señorita! Over here!”

I look over and see Juano holding a gate open. Quickly, I heave Riff’s limp body over and follow the Shark towards a scrap metal pile.

“We can’t stay here,” I pant as I gently lay Riff down. “I- I have to get Riff outta here! To a doctor!”

Juano shakes his head. “Señorita, you are too weak to carry him. Besides, the cops will arrest him if he lives.”

I glare at the Puerto Rican. “And I will not be able to live with myself if he dies! I’m taking him to a doctor!”

Beside me I hear Riff groan in pain. “N-No- Can’t go there- you’ll be caught-”

“Shh.” I lift Riff’s torso up so I can pick him up again. “It’s ok, Riff. I have a connection in the local clinic, and they won’t ask questions. Just- just stay alive long enough to get you stitched up.” I look up at Juano. “Will Bernardo be ok?”

He nods. “Last I knew they patched up the bleeding, but he was still unconscious when Pepe and the others carried him out.”

“Ok. Let me know if there’s any news. Not all the Sharks saw him get taken, so they think he’s still dead. Same with Riff. But part-a me thinks that if we let everybody know they lived then they’ll be want’n to set up another rumble. You know as well as I do that both Bernardo and Riff need to recuperate, so we should keep this quiet ‘til they’re patched up.”

Riff groans again, and I pick him up all the way.

“Hang on, Riff. It’ll only take a few minutes.” I try run’n as best I can towards the hospital.

¡Que Dios te acompañe! Godspeed, my friend!” Juano calls after me.

I hurry as fast as I can to the clinic, ducking in and out of alleys to avoid the cops- but they seem to all be swarming over the warehouse. When I get to the clinic I immediately flag down Josephina, and when she sees Riff her face freezes.

“Dear God! What happened?”

“Riff- he got stabbed,” I pant as I still try to hold up his dead weight. “Please, Josephine! You gotta help me stitch him up!”

She frowns. “He’s that Jet boy that’s always in trouble! Does he deserve another chance?”

“Josephina- please! I’ll pay whatever it costs, just please help him! I luv him!”

“I’m not talking about costs, chica. How many times does he have to learn his lesson?”

“He needs my help, and I’ll always regret it if I can’t save him!” I sob.

Josephina comes over to pat my shoulder and take some of Riff’s weight. “Shh, shh. Just get him on an operating table and I’ll get my supplies.”

I quickly wipe my face and lift Riff up again. “Thank you- thank you!” I set him on a table in a private room and start ripping off his blood-soaked clothes. It’s a simple but deep wound, which means it might be easier to close. God I hope his organs didn’t get pierced.

“Marilyn… Marilyn...” Riff slurs.

“It’s ok, Riff. We’re gonna stitch you up.”

“No… don’t…” He drifts off again.

Josephina comes back in and starts prepping the surgery equipment. Here we go…

After what seems like an eternity, we’ve finally gotten Riff fixed up as best we can. He’s still asleep, so I stay with him while Josephine goes to check on other patients. God, what a night. I sit in a chair across the room and start to drift off as the comforting sound-a Riff’s breathing lulls me to sleep…

“Ah!”

I jolt awake and remember where I am, then react to Riff’s scream.

He’s awake and try’n to sit up, look’n around and unsure of where he is. I quickly stand up and go over to the bedside.

“It’s ok, Riff! It’s ok! It’s me!”

“Lynnie? Marilyn... What happened? Where am I?”

“West Side Emergency Clinic. I brought you here after the rumble. God… you nearly died, Riff.”

“You- you didn’t leave me? Why- why did ya do that? You coulda just left me to die.”

“Well the Jets couldn’t tie their shoes without you, so I had to do someth’n.” I try to tease, but Riff won’t have it.

“Damn it, Marylin. I was supposed to die- I wanted to die!” He groans.

My face freezes. “What? Riff, you- you try’n to tell me that you were gonna commit suicide by gangfight? Why the Hell would you do that?!”

“You’ve heard what the cops say, Lynnie. Pretty soon all-a my turf is gonna be gone, and I’ll just be some poor bum in the streets without two nickels to rub togedda.”

“Life without the Jets is still life, Riff! There are odda things that give life meaning! You could get a job, see the woild- there’s so much opportunity but you’ve been so stubborn to ignore it! A dumb gang shouldn’t make you wanna die. Do you know how many people would miss you?” I fight back tears.

Riff huffs. “Not much. There’s kind’ve a grow’n list-a people that hate me, Lynnie.”

“Not everyone hates you, Riff. Tony was devastated when he saw you get stabbed, and right now he’s probably at Doc’s right now beat’n himself up over it ‘cause he still thinks you’re dead. And…” I take a deep breath and rethink one last time before I spill the truth. “I care too, Riff. Believe it or not, you helped me adjust to this big city life and if it’s selfish to want to keep the man I luv alive then God can send me to Hell!” I choke down a sob.

There. That’s it. I told him, and now he’ll just start laugh’n.

“Marilyn... you luv me?”

I nod, unable to speak anymore.

Then, I nearly faint when I feel Riff’s hand touch my cheek. I look up with watery eyes and see him with a wide smile on his face. Not a tease’n one, one that makes him look as if he’s won a million bucks.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I gulp and try to look away again, but Riff won’t let me. “‘Cause I thought it was just me be’n a hopeless romantic and that you’d never want me around. I’d rather keep quiet and be your friend than spill my guts and have you hate me.”

“Oh, Lynnie.”

Riff gently grips my face and crashes his lips against mine, causing me to gasp in surprise. He leans back again and smirks. “What? You didn’t think I ever thought-a you as just a friend, didja?”

I moan and pull his shirt to smash our faces togedda again. “Who told you to stop?”

Riff’s eyes brighten and he pulls me into the bed with him in a big hug.

“God, I don’t wanna leave you, Lynnie. I didn’t think anyone would ever care or notice if I suddenly fell dead in the dirt, and right now you’re the only one I’d miss. You sweet, wonderful goil.”

I try to answer, but I just start smiling and leaking tears of joy.

“I’m never letting you go to another rumble again, Jet Boy.

(Could We Start Again, Please? from Jesus Christ Superstar)

I've been living to see you

Dying to see you

But it shouldn't be like this

This was unexpected

What do I do now?

Could we start again, please?

I've been very hopeful, so far

Now, for the first time

I think we're going wrong

Hurry up and tell me

This is just a dream

Or could we start again, please?

I think you've made your point now

You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home

Before it gets too frightening

We ought to call a halt

So, could we start again, please?”

When I finish, Riff’s looking at me with a tired, grateful smile, and it suddenly occurs to me just how exhausted he must be.

“Riff, you should get some sleep-” I try to lay him down.

“Oh no, I can’t sleep after I just learned the goil I’m sweet on luvs me back!”

I shake my head. “Riff, you’ve lost a lotta blood. You’re too weak to sit up, let alone walk. Just lay down and get some sleep.”

The Jet leader thinks for a minute, then says; “Alright. But only if you come sleep next to me.”

He pats a spot on the bed next to him and looks at me with a giddy smile.

I sigh. “You won’t go to sleep willingly unless I agree, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Fine,” I smile as I gently settle down next to Riff, careful not to touch his bandages. “If you need anything, just wake me up.”

Riff doesn’t answer. He just holds my hand and lays his head back with a blissful look on his face, as if he’s finally at peace.

“I luv you, Lynnie.”

I’m startled at the comment, but it feels… right.

“I luv you too, Jet Boy.”

#west side story #west side story x reader #west side story imagine #riff west side story #riff west side story x reader #riff x reader #riff (west side story) x reader #riff lorton #maria west side story #tony west side story #anita west side story #bernardo west side story #mouthpiece west side story

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years ago

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: If you think this is ooc for our special guest maybe but it’s not even a big deal he would love it either way. Also @siriuslysirius1107 if you see this make sure you read the prior chapter before you start this one -Danny

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Phase Six Masterlist

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xxv: Copycat & Nightcrawler

The mutants stepped into the dimly lit bar with Kurt using his nano mask to look human, Cat's eyes were brown as well as her hair. M.O.U.S.E. was hidden in her ear and the paw-shaped pin was placed above her breast, ready to be used.

"So who are we looking for?"

"Bob."

"Who's that?"

"You don't need to know," Cat sat down and Kurt followed her example.

"I didn't think I'd be doing this with you again," he smiled. "I'd missed it."

"What? Visiting bars together?"

"The missions. Our paths drifted apart, I thought this would never happen again."

"I always knew we'd do this again," she confessed. "I didn't know if it'd be an 'us-against-them' or 'us-helping-out-the-good-guys' kind of situation, though."

"And which one is it?"

"None, we're settling scores here," she sniffed at a drink that had been left beside her. "And this is definitely urine."

"I wouldn't say that when the bartender is five feet away, he'll take a dump on yours and call it olives," spoke a man behind her.

Cat smiled. "You're late, Bob."

The young woman looked at Kurt and nodded at the man beside her. "Bob was a Hydra agent, he gets stuff for Rocket when he comes to visit."

"Do you have what we need?" Kurt inquired.

"Do you have the dough?"

She raised a brow. "If you're so eager to get it, I'll stuff it up your ass so you don't lose it."

The man groaned. "Fine, the dough can wait."

"Start talking, then."

"Well, Jigsaw's getting close to the top."

"How?"

"Mainly thanks to you," he shrugged, "you sent all of his opponents back to jail: The powerbroker, Kingpin... those who are left are no challenge. He's got the money and the brute force."

"Kraven?"

"You," he smirked. "Says you haven't gone around killing because he's got you locked in a cage."

"He's not wrong," she said through gritted teeth. "What's his point, that he'll let me out on a murderous spree if they don't do what he says?"

"That he'll send Kraven to get them, and he'll lock them up in your cage so you can finish the job."

"Wait, but Cat wasn't out in the field for long, and when she was a Gorgon no one knew she was Copycat—"

"These people knew about me way before I was an Avenger, Smurf," she explained, "you didn't know cause you were in space, but when I came back I spent half a year hunting down mobsters in New York, treated it like a fun hobby."

Kurt's face was a mix of emotions. He whispered angrily. "Why would you do that?"

Cat shrugged. "I was sad."

He groaned. "Dumbass."

"The point is that they learned to fear me, and when I became an Avenger they got real quiet, and then I disappeared. Kingpin and Russo came back..."

"And then you and Hawkeye put Kingpin in a cell, and Russo hired Kraven to get you."

"And the fact that he's got a personal vendetta towards Agent Zero didn't help my case," she sighed. "He was fortunate, his biggest obstacles ended up being just one."

"So everyone thinks he's got Mimi," Kurt resumed, "and no one will touch him thanks to that. If he becomes the new powerbroker..."

"This world won't be safe for us," Cat finished. "Mutants will be hunted and forced to work for Russo. He saw how efficient we are, and he's not willing to give that up."

"Let's find him before that happens," Kurt looked at Bob. "Any ideas?"

"I don't know where he is," Bob said. "But I know where his boys are."

Every man and woman in the establishment got up and looked at them.

Cat tensed. "Fantastic."

"So much for going undercover," Kurt reached for his blaster.

"Wait," Cat grabbed his wrist.

"What?"

"No guns," she said.

"Are you out of your mind?" He whispered angrily.

"Let's use our natural skill, or it'll get rusty," she winked at him, then raised her voice. "Alright, which one of you is gonna give us the bad-boy speech?"

A redheaded woman stepped forward. "We have orders to take you... dead or alive."

"That's funny," Cat replied. "I have orders to skin you alive— do you want me to do that while you're conscious or after you stop breathing?"

"Get them!"

Kurt teleported to a different side of the room while Cat used Wanda's powers to seize the guys in front of her and hurled them back, tackling half a dozen others in the process. She pressed the paw above her breast and the suit covered her body.

"Bob, you fucking idiot!" Cat ran after him before he could take cover, she caught him by the throat and slammed him against the bar. "Rocket's gonna be so angry when he finds out I killed you!"

Someone jumped at her back and pulled her away from the man. Cat pressed her earpiece to turn on her visor.

"Mouse, call our backup!"

"Activating Merc protocol."

"I really didn't want to do this!" She used her spear to hit a man on the back of the head.

At the other side of the bar, Kurt was teleporting in and out of sight, taking down people in the process. "You called the backup?"

"It's coming!" Cat kicked a person out of her way and caught Bob a second time by the back of his jacket, she sank her claws in the fabric and threw him behind the bar. "Stay down or I swear to god I'll cut your dick off!"

Someone grabbed her by the hair, dragging her across the bar's surface. She was thrown harshly, and a huge man stood before her, all covered in scars.

"Hi tiny," she coughed.

Kurt crashed against the shelves, and multiple bottles fell over him.

"They're enhanced!" He warned her.

Nightcrawler teleported away before a woman could set him on fire. The shelves caught up in flames at an alarming speed. Cat teleported away before the giant could stomp her with his foot.

"I'm not gonna waste my energy on this," she muttered to herself, grabbing someone by the back of the head and teleporting them to the bathroom. She walked out of it pushing her curls out of the way.

Kurt shot someone in the back. "I wouldn't hate it if you stab at some of them at least once!"

Cat saw the giant man pointing his gun at Kurt's head, she opened her mouth to warn him but a large blade went right through the man's chest before she could even speak. The giant dropped his weapon and blood spluttered out of his mouth.

"Took you long enough!" She scowled at the figure behind the man.

The katana was drawn out as the body fell, Deadpool stepped over the body. "I was buying a smoothie." The mercenary had a pink drink in his hand, with signs of being recently made, and he was sipping at it casually while watching the mutants fight for their lives.

"Don't stand there, start killing!" Cat urged him.

"I thought you didn't want to kill!" Kurt broke a bottle on someone's head.

"I won't, he will!" She claimed.

Deadpool swung his katana and cut someone's arm before they could shoot him. His arrival had caused panic, several people were shooting at him but he walked through it slaying whoever he pleased.

Cat split her spear in two and turned off the blades. "We need one alive so they tell us where to find Russo!"

"Got it!" Kurt knocked someone out and left them on top of a pile of bodies.

"The puzzle boy? I know where he is," Deadpool threw his katana sideways and impaled someone against a wall.

Kurt and Cat looked at him. "What?"

"He's uptown," he finished his smoothie and slammed the empty cup on someone's face. It was glass.

"Why didn't you say so!" She demanded.

Deadpool sounded annoyed. "You never said that's what you wanted. Communication is key, Hello Kitty, and if you don't—"

Cat teleported to his side and took the katana that was still strapped to his back, shoving it onto the hand that'd previously been holding his smoothie. "Take us to Russo."

Deadpool pushed his mask down to cover his mouth, he went to retrieve his other katana from the wall and unstuck it from the dead man. Cat seized one of the last few guys standing that were trying to kill her and pushed him sideways, Wade slashed his throat in turn.

"You're paying extra for that?"

"Take Bob's money," she pointed over to the bar.

"Bob from Hydra?" Deadpool approached the spot. "Bob! What are you doing covered in tequila? Thought you'd quit, buddy!"

Kurt slammed a chair on top of someone, Cat teleported and tased the person he'd been fighting with her baton. The stranger fell, and they were free to go. Cat approached Bob and Deadpool, he'd jumped over the bar.

She stared at the mercenary for a moment. "When I said 'take Bob's money', I meant the pay I was going to give him, not his wallet."

"Should've said so sooner, I already took it," Deadpool threw the leather item away. "It's so nice to see you again, babe. Though I like you better in blue."

"I'll turn into Smurfette if you take us to the jigsaw," she offered, the usual playfulness in her voice was nowhere to be found.

He put an arm around her shoulders and walked her out of the establishment. "You coming, Kurt?"

The young man put his blaster away. "As long as you don't touch me... you smell weird."

"So what's the plan now?"

"We kill Russo," the two men looked at her and she shrugged. "He knows we're here, what's the point?"

"That is so dumb I'm going to ignore it, here's the new plan," Deadpool handed her a gun, which she dropped back inside his bag. "I clear out the way for you, you have a nice chit-chat with your ex—"

"How do you know I dated him?"

"Knockoff, you and I share many traits, and I'm not even talking about the trauma," he hung his bag on one shoulder and walked past her.

"You're saying you dated him too?" Cat made a face. "I was hoping you had better taste."

"What? No, that guy sucks," Wade scoffed. "But we are willing to sleep with anyone if we're lonely enough, it wasn't hard to guess, sweetheart."

"Oh, don't pretend you have to be lonely in order to sleep with anyone," she taunted him.

"Sorry," Kurt spoke up. "It's not like I wish to interrupt your disgusting exchange, but what do you mean Cat and you share traits?"

"That is a great question and so convenient to connect the plots!" Wade replied. "I'm one of Dr. Killebrew's freaks."

Kurt frowned. "Which lab were you in?"

"Canada," he answered casually. "You guys blew it up while I was there."

"What's your name again?"

"Deadpool," the man offered to shake Kurt's hand, but his glove had old bloodstains in it and Kurt stared at it with disgust. "I'm the sole reason why this part of the story even exists. Someone really wanted me to show up, and I'd hate to disappoint my fans."

"I... what?" Kurt glanced at her.

"He spits nonsense from time to time but is nothing to worry about," she dismissed it. "Wade, if you can clear out the path for us, I'll let you do it, but you have to make sure it won't alert Russo before we get to him."

"Sure," he said, eyes glued to his phone. Cat could've sworn he wasn't texting a second ago.

"What the hell..." she approached to snatch the phone out of his hand, glimpsing at the screen. "Are you texting Russo?!"

"Hey, no snooping!" He kept her away at arm's length, he was considerably bigger than her, so it wasn't that hard. "It's all part of the plan, Kitty."

"You're selling us to Billy!"

"What?" Kurt reached for his blaster.

"Calm down," Deadpool finished the text and sent it. "He pays well, and for you, he will double it. I'm just working smarter, not harder, kiddos."

"Is money all you think about?" She huffed.

He snorted. "Is there anything better?"

She paused. "You got me."

Deadpool laughed shortly. "No, you get me, that's why we're such good friends. Besties. Baes, Bias, Comfort characters—"

"Oh my god, just sell us to Russo already," Kurt groaned.

"Is it really all part of a plan?" Cat asked him.

"Do you really think I would sell you out for real only to get a hundred big ones?" He placed a hand over his chest. "You and I have a past! That's at least three million."

"I don't know if it's because you're insane, but I really believe you're not lying," she looked at Kurt. "Worst case scenario we kill two people instead of one, huh?"

"You can't kill me, though."

"No but I can embarrass you," Deadpool tilted his head, and she took it back. "Yeah no, I can't do that either. Man, you're even worse than I am."

Kurt's shoulders fell. "You really don't believe him, right? He's Deadpool."

She shrugged. "Nothing beats the element of surprise, right? Improvising used to be our thing."

"When we were teenagers!" He exclaimed.

"Wade's basically a giant toddler," Cat turned to the mercenary. "Okay, Pool. Do your thing."

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