#fic: distractions

[venomvalley]

For smut week I know we all love the mind blowing leg shaking stuff but I feel like Leon’s the type of guy to do some goofy shit. Imagine reader and Leon just annoying each other or doing something stupid while doing the do because they love each other so much. I have this vivid image of like. Lazy morning sex and Leon reaches over to get a sip of coffee while literally pounding away and then he gets yelled at by reader because that’s NOT what you do! God he is so fucking stupid I love him

this made my heart explode so i just wrote down a bunch of moments instead of one single ficlet. (ive had this in my drafts for a week its time to release him)

18+ only

I.

The hazy warmth of sleep blankets you, and Leon’s already handsy. He slips fingers beneath your shirt, trails them over the curve of your belly, teases the line of your sleep shorts. Yes. Yes, please.

You’re cognizant enough to reach for the lube on the nightstand. He’s leaving this morning, won’t be back for weeks—gotta skip a few steps. 

He fucks you like he’ll miss you. Rolls you onto your stomach, spreads the cheeks of your ass, and slides in. Slick and tight and—

His cellphone rings. You twist your head to glare at him, a silent threat in the narrowing of your eyes. Do not. Do not, Leon—

“Kennedy speaking.”

You stuff your face into the pillow when he sharpens his thrusts, curls a hand around your hip to keep you still. The voice on the line comes through muffled and low, but you can’t make out any words. Trying too hard to keep quiet, and this seems a game to him. How far can he go, how good can he fuck you before you crack. 

“Right. Right… of course, sir.”

Heat coils in your gut, quickens your breath, and the position of your body and his hips force him right up against sensitive nerves. Fuck. Fuck, he’s got you right where he wants you. 

“Yes. I’ll be there.”

You whine into the pillow, chew on the fabric to silence your noises, until he says goodbye and slides both hands up to your shoulder blades, pressing you into the bed.

“Sorry about that.” Only now does he allow his voice to shake, his breathing to heavy. “A change of plans.”

You can barely focus with his hips slapping against your ass, the noisy glide of his cock making you clench around him. Can barely rub two braincells together, being fucked like this. “Fuck—what was it?”

“You get to keep me another day, I’m afraid.”

That pulls a laugh from you, and he digs his face into your shoulder, curls a hand around your waist, presses a kiss to the pulse of your neck.

“God, how horrible.”

II.

Set the scene: he’s bent you over the kitchen island, ten minutes in from a date. Has you stripped from the waist down, hips pressed up against the lip of the counter, pounds you until your body jolts.

You spot the takeout cup filled halfway with your post-dinner milkshake. You’re thirsty from all the moaning, and it’s probably melting. Why wouldn’t you reach for it? Take a little sip?

But he acts like you’ve committed a crime. Stops in his tracks, bottoms out inside you and says, “What are you doing?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“You’re gonna cut your mouth on the straw.”

“Then go slower.” You glance back at him, lips bitten between your teeth to keep a smile at bay, and the purse of his lips ruins the effect of his glare. “Want some?”

He exhales a sigh but takes the cup anyway, and you turn back around to balance against the countertop when his thrusts continue, deep and heavy and slick, and you reach between your legs to caress and massage and stroke—so close—a little more—

He slurps through the straw, and you think he’ll stop once he realizes, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, and you lose focus, the edge of your orgasm.

“Leon.”

“What?”

“Can you stop?” You turn to glare at him, and he hands your milkshake back to you. Completely empty. “Seriously?”

“You distracted me,” he says, a little breathless, red-faced, and you can’t stay mad at him. Not when he slips a hand between your legs and leans forward to suckle a spot on your shoulder, mouth ice cold from the milkshake. “I’ll make it up to you.”

III.

“Leon! Stop tickling my feet!”

“I can’t help it. They’re right here.”

Oh, yeah. What a fantastic idea. Reverse cowgirl, a new position, a kindness from you to give him a good view. And he’s gone and ruined it.

He runs his fingertips down your sole yet again and you cackle, kick him awkwardly in the side. On accident, you swear.

“Leon—“ you move to slide off his length, and he grips tight to your waist. Panicked.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

IV.

You’ve a mouth stuffed full with his dick, and all he cares about is the fucking movie playing on the television. You’ve seen it before—it’s not even good, but for some reason he’s been enraptured. 

You manage to draw his attention back for a few minutes, and just when he starts getting into it—pretty noises, face darkening with blush, thighs tensing—he’ll glance back up. Pat you on the shoulder. Say, “Wait, this part looks good.”

Unintentionally edging himself, and it would be hilarious if your jaw wasn’t aching at this point.

Halfway through the movie, you decide to give up and get off your sore knees. You join him on the couch, and he doesn’t even notice. Gives you little more than a short glance and a smile.

But he makes it up to you once the credits begin to roll.

[spiritedstars]

Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - XXII

Season II - A series of snippets to fill my Elucien heart.

Masterlist

Distractions

It was a true indication of how good Nesta’s recommendation was that Elain didn’t notice for how long Lucien had stood there. 

Engrossed in the suspenseful read, Elain was draped across their bed, her eyes going as fast as they could. She didn’t notice the predator that stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching her reading in her shorts and t-shirt.

It was her bare shoulder, the soft skin peeking out as the shirt slipped off her shoulder that seemed to snag his attention. She was truly swimming in it and Lucien…well Lucien happened to wonder some things.

Elain let out a squeal at whatever she was reading and when she turned her body, trying to get more comfortable, she finally noticed him standing there and let out a yelp.

“Lucien!”

He tilted his head, a small smile on his lips. “Elain.”

She blinked at him behind the book and finally noticed the way he was standing, so fox-like she could practically see his ears twitch. 

“Is something wrong?”

“Yes.”

With that one word, he launched himself at her and Elain burst out laughing as he nuzzled his head into her chest. She sighed dramatically, slipping her bookmark into the book and closing it. 

“What are you doing you ridiculous —”

“I was wondering,” Lucien began, pulling at the loose hem of her shirt. “How nice it would be if, instead of your shoulder being exposed like this, it was your beautiful breasts.”

And he yanked the shirt down to do exactly that.

“Lucien!” Elain reprimanded with a laugh, smacking his hand away. “You interrupted my reading for this?”

His only response was to plant kisses on her collarbone and Elain rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know why you even like them that much. They’re small.” Elain said, pursing her lip.

Lucien let out a noise of disapproval and looked up at her. “Elain Archeron-Vanserra.” he stated. “Body positivity is the only kind of body talk we have in this household. I have a metal eye, would you like it if I went on and on about how hideous I look?”

“I’d beat you up. You are not hideous. You are hot.” she immediately replied and he waved a hand.

“There you go. I love these girls.” he said, cupping them and Elain giggled when he squeezed them gently. “Just like I love every inch of you.”

“As I love every inch of you, handsome.” she replied, kissing his forehead gently. “If I let you play with them, can I finish reading?”

Lucien smirked. “You can try. But I plan to distract you very quickly.” 

Elain quirked a brow and humphed, ready for the challenge but Lucien knew his mate too well. And true to his word, his promise of distraction came through as swiftly as anticipated.

[nekovale]

... surprising absolutely no one.... I did draw more Everything or Nothing

[jungkookfanfictionhappy]

love me some boob love

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

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[keferon]

......So originally I wanted to make just a sketch of the hug scene but mhmgkhllgkh here we are haha

Based on Mistakes on mistakes until

+ close ups of their eyes because I sprinkled them with the tiny extra details

[wip1502]

slowly noodling

[hollis-art]

kirk so :D

[nuzipilled]

more full company slop. yell at me to finish owed art now

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ The Curtain Eclipse — Black Sapphire Cookie x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

At the end of a live performance, you were working backstage, prepping what your TV personality would need to unwind after his acts. Right as you were cleaning up his station, Black Sapphire Cookie sauntered into his break room with a loud sigh and a dramatic groan lacing his words. "Urgh, that was such work! Remind me to fire that second act" he said, striding over to you and flopping down in his vanity's chair. "A drink, Black Sapphire?" You asked, and he nodded, waving a hand to punctuate his words "The best we have in stock, I need it" he said, putting his large microphone off to the side.

You diligently went to his mini supply, taking out a chilled cream soda. He looked himself over in his mirror, tilting his head this way and that "The cookies will be talking about this gossip for weeks- no, months!". "You did amazing, as always" you said, handing him his drink. He accepted, taking a long sip from the glass before placing it on his dresser with a soft 'klink'. "Oh, sure, but I could do better" he replied "I'll have gossip so big that cookies will be on about it for years. Broadcasted to all of Earthbread— just as Shadow Milk intended". He made a low and smooth chuckle as he sipped his drink once more "And you, my dear, will be right by my side as it all goes into chaos"

"I'm flattered" you chuckled. Black Sapphire glanced to you, his dark eyes warm with familiarity. He beckons you over with his hand "Look here, my gem". You step up, and he gently holds your face, guiding you to where you're looking in the mirror "When you're before the world, you need to be a picture of confidence. Elegant, poised. A rose hiding its thorns". "Something you pull off effortlessly" you responded to him, and he chuckled a little "Flatterer. But, you're right again. I've perfected this art. You, however, keep me together"

"I do?" You asked, looking at him rather than your own eyes reflected back at you. "Why, of course!" Black Sapphire responded, wrapping his arms around your neck. He tugged you forwards, until you were hovering over where he was sitting. His grin was sharp, comfortable in a way no one else ever saw. His half-lidded eyes squinted just a bit more in fondness upon having you so close. His hand brushed your cheek.

"What would I do without you, hm? Your little smiles, all the times you've pressed my suit. And," he leaned much closer, his head on your shoulder so he could speak to your ear better "All the company you give me". "I.. didn't think you'd be the lonely type" you said, a little stunned as you wrapped your arms around him in return. "Well, technically I'm not" Black Sapphire admitted with a little sigh "There's always the audience, or Candy Apple, or the stagehands. But you, my little gem..." he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek "You see me, you get me"

You stood stunned, hands on his shoulders, but no idea if you should risk getting closer. Your faces were so near, his gestures inviting... and yet you were worried about what you should do. A knock came to the door, getting Black Sapphire's attention. He sighed as he stood, taking your hands in his "I'm needed again," he said simply. He gave you a warm smile before gently kissing the back of your hands "I'll see you tonight?"

You nodded immediately "Yes, yes- I'm- I'm free then" you stammered out. "Good, good" Black Sapphire said, making sure to draw back slowly. He picked up his microphone staff, beginning to head towards the door "Until then, little gem". Once he got to the doorframe, you found your energy, jogging up behind him "Black Sapphire Cookie, wait-!". He stopped, turning to face you. You hesitated for only a moment before leaning up, planting a kiss right where his fluffy bangs gave way to his forehead.

When you pulled back, you could see a dark hue of blush dusting his light grey cheeks. He seemed a little surprised himself, before smiling wider and softer than before. He reached into his suit, pulling out the small white flower he always wore. He pinned it to your collar. "There we go. A token, to remember me by until tonight" he snickered. Your returned the laugh as he finally went to go back to his stage, wings at his coattails flapping with excitement.

"Good luck!" You called out last second. Black Sapphire gave you a little half-bow before finally being back in the limelight, bright stage illumination showering him in pale highlights to his dark attire. He almost seemed to glow under such light, only making him look more ethereal. You felt something stir in you, a warm and fluttery anxiousness from just knowing you'd see him again when the curtains closed.

[starrywilliams]

thinking about mean abby sjdjdjdb

“wishing you hadn’t been such a brat earlier now, hm?” she said, voice slightly hoarse. her hips were flat against yours, strap deep inside you - motionless as her hands sat tightly fixed on your waist, refusing any movement from your desperate hips. “please? fuck, i’ll do whatever you want.” you pleaded, trying to keep as still as possible hoping that may please her. “anything?” she hummed, half to herself and half to you. “anything, please-“ you mumbled breathlessly, “i just need-” your words were cut off by the quick withdrawal of her hips, leaving you empty and gasping. “am i supposed to care about what you need? been teasing me all day, playing your slutty little games - you didn’t care how i felt then, did you baby?” she cooed, a sadistic smile crawling up her cheeks as she stared down at your pathetic writhing body. you tried to argue your case, tears dripping over your waterline as you shifted helplessly against the air. “no you didn’t.” she shook her head, wearing a malice-tainted version of your desperate expression as she mocked you; a blunt laugh echoing out of her chest. “please, i’ll be good from now on.” you whined - already knowing it would be hopeless. “oh i’ll tell you if you’ve been good. do what i say and be the obedient little slut i know you can be, then i’ll decide if you’ve been good enough. yeah?” you forced down a sob, nodding at her as you tried to prepare for what you had just gotten yourself into. “don’t look too scared baby, i don’t bite - at least not hard.”

[abusivelittlebunny]

Can't believe Ferrari is taking away Charles' emotional support dom top...

(Based on the iconic image of Carlos squeezing Charles' thigh like he's his groupie and Charles looking like he's imagining those big hands parting his thighs forcefully and wreaking havoc inbetween)

[venomvalley]

so today i was lost in my thoughts while waiting for the conditioner in my hair to do its magic when i thought about the "slurp-can-you-stop" leon and oh my God, EVERY SINGLE THING in that just screams straight out ADHD not just the slurping thing but like EVERYTHING

ITS LITERALLY THEM!!!! also to me leon reads as so VERY ND and that is one headcanon u can never take away from me so whenever i can i’ll sprinkle in a lil trait or two to further my own leon agenda :3

[10thmusemoon]

Making myself cry thinking about SJ’s disembodied spirit watching the ending scene of SVSSS where SY runs toward Binghe, leaving yqy in the past.

SJ’s eyes widening at the resigned expression YQY is wearing, more vulnerable than it was when he was at death’s door a few days prior. SJ’s head swiveling back to where SY is running past him, words tumbling out of his mouth before he can suppress them.

“Wait! Stop!”

Trying to grasp onto the back of SQQ’s robes, spectral hands phasing through his body. Desperation clawing its way up Shen Jiu’s throat when he turns back to see YQY’s solitary figure.

“Don’t you dare leave him! You can’t—!”

But SQQ can and will happily leave behind YQY for a monster. And Shen Jiu is left grasping at black robes, hands slipping through fabric and flesh, all too aware of how long YQY stared at SQQ’s retreating form until it was just a speck in the sky. Ignorant to the nails trying to dig themselves into any part of him to let YQY know he’s not alone. The fervent whispers of a name long forgotten going unheard. YQY meditates throughout the night, completely unaware of the form curling around him and silently weeping.

[kens-ramblings]

so ik it’s not cannon accurate but,,,

i need a fic of tim just crashing out.

like he gets so sick of like damian and jason talking about how weak he is and shit like that that he’s like “yall realize lady shiva was my one of my FIRST teachers, and i was the first robin she trained. i had to train under b AFTER he already lost a robin. you DONT think he was 10x harder on me than any of you guys???? there’s a reason my training videos are mainly redacted without bruce’s or my permission. i got ra’s al ghul BEGGING ME to join his league or have my children. i get gifts from him WEEKLY. do you KNOW how many of his little ninja i fight per DAY??? nahh im sick of this shit let’s take it to the mats” and just demolishing both of them at the same time.

i just think it’d be very funny. i just like fics of people who pretend to be weaker than they are(or they just never really have a reason to go full tilt so they just don’t) get sick of holding back and just losing it :D

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 1

Eddie really is just that nice and friendly, but Steve is convinced that Eddie is flirting with him. He’s flirting back, less confident and more subtle than he usually would, but he’s never liked a guy that way.

Not in a way that made him really want to spend every waking moment just hearing them ramble. Not in way that made Steve want to keep him the way he wants to keep Eddie. Everything is so new. It feels, delicate. Precious.

His heartbeat quickens each time Eddie leans into his space and it’s been happening all the time now that Steve worries he’ll develop a heart condition if he doesn’t deal with it soon. When Eddie laughs and leans his face closer to his own, looks into Steve’s eyes through those lashes in a way that Steve can’t help but take a quick glance at those lips curled is mischief.

He’s always so happy to see Steve, wasting no time in bouncing his way to greet him and pull him into the conversation with an arm slung around his shoulder. Then there’s the moments of shared glances when someone says something particularly astounding. And how Eddie will make his way into Steve’s space when they sit together, throwing his feet in his lap or leaning into his side.

Sure, Eddie is friendly but not to this extent. Not with everyone else. Steve feels it. Knows it. That electricity between them that makes this thing between them different. Special.

But one day (another that Steve spends trying to work up the courage to do something), they’re in the city shopping for music in an alternative store that’s tucked away. Steve is talking to Eddie, giddy and happy because it just them today, and Eddie is nodding along while he browses through the tapes and then,

Eddie looks up and stills, eyes widening just a bit. And Steve is still rambling along, but he can tell his words are just going through one ear and out the other. He trails of caught in the middle of his story because he’s never seen this look on Eddie face.

Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, eyes alight caught in wonder and soft as he looks at something across the room and when Steve turns to see what caught his eye—

A guy stands a couple tables away looking at some vinyl and shyly smiling at Eddie in small glances. He’s a bit taller than them, dressed in black with a couple of piercings decorating his face, the sides of his head shaved short. Attractive, dementor coy and kind.

His heart skips a beat again, but it feels different this time.

Steve looks back at Eddie whose cheeks are slightly dusted in pink.

“Eddie-“

Eddie takes his lower lip between his teeth before smiling back at the guy and continuing without casting a second glance at Steve, “yeah, uh, give me a second, okay?” And he’s crossing the room without waiting for a response.

His chest. It feels…

Like those few seconds before plummeting down a rollercoaster… when your way up high, at the very top, the moment still with the anticipation of the fall, and there’s nowhere else to look but down.

You finally plummet and caught in the whiplash thinking you must have left your heart back at the top.

There’s static there on the bottoms of his feet and at the palm of his hands. The world goes a bit distant as he watches them.

Eddie’s leaning against the wall with a sultry smile adorning whatever sweet words he’s speaking.

Steve’s drowning in the honey, it’s palpable. doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that he can’t hear the words.

Eddie’s fiddling with a curl that’s draped over his shoulder, pulling it slightly over his face like a young school girl.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie appear anything but confident and loud; the image of the person in front of him is foreign, strange.

Eddie’s speaking to him but his eyes are locked on the guy’s lips that are wet from the tongue that peaks to briefly lick them as he listens.

Eddie’s shoe is nudging the guys own, as he talks, playful.

Oh.

Oh.

Mouth dry, Steve’s throat clicks.

It’s hard to swallow.

Part 2

[keferon]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH