#gnashing my teeth i will not shut the fucking up about this!!!

[levinssword]

ohhhuguguhuhuhuhu hes going to be done tomorrow i can feel it in my bones and my souland my heart and my soul im going to sdjfkasdfjasdfsjvkjsekjfsakdvjsdvS?V?S??????

[gamemakerm]

the book i have been proofing for work might be the first proofing project i give up on before the end of the book

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

⌗︙・ sneaking off with caelus for quickies ♡⸝⸝

Caelus is sometimes too horny for his own good, golden eyes filled with nothing but debaucherous visions as he undresses you with his eyes. When he wasn't fighting alongside you or running around completing missions left and right, he'd come up with some half-assed excuse regarding the Antimatter Legion before dragging you off to some unoccupied corner and fulfilling his lewd fantasies. He was a pure menace, groping your ass from behind just out of view from the others, frustrating you to no end when he refused to touch you any further. Not at least until you found an opportunity to sneak off.

But you were no saint, not with how you sloppily drooled all over his cock as he fucked your throat, or how eagerly you'd grind down onto his pelvis as you rode him in the privacy of your room. But who could blame you for acting in such a desperate way? Caelus' cock was just so good, fat head and length pressing against your walls in all the right ways that had you cumming rather embarrassingly quickly. He'd always cum in thick, creamy globs that painted your insides white and left your belly feeling warm and heavy. He was a fast learner, learning each of your weak spots with a scarily quick eagerness that left you breathless.

So it wasn't really too much of a surprise with how often you snuck away on missions just to fuck in some unlit alleyway.

"They're probably looking for us... I bet they're worried since we've been gone for a while. We should.. we should really hurry up. " You huff, raising your head to look at Caelus, his face mere inches from yours. He takes a gulp of air before nodding in agreement, no doubt having the same concern as you.

"Yeah... March is probably dragging Dan Heng by the ear.." His brow furrows, looking simultaneously troubled and amused at the thought of the former dragging around the stoic male as if he were some sort of rag doll.

Even if the two of you are sharing the same concern, it was clearly juxtaposed by neither one of you making the effort to wrap up your little activity as quickly as possible. Although, little activity was a bit of a damn understatement when you had Caelus' cock sheathed inside your hole, back against the dingy wall of the alleyway as he moves his hips against yours over and over. Your arms and legs are locked around his body, doing your best to keep from falling and sliding down the wall. But Caelus has a good grip on your ass—he's a lot stronger than he looks—and his hips sure aren't going to be slowing down anytime soon.

"Fuuuck, s'so deep, so fucking good.." You whine into his neck, biting back a moan as his balls smack noisily against your skin. He's got so much vigor in each of his thrusts, pelvis pressed as close as possible to yours in such a confined position. You don't know how long the two of you have been at this, but you know it's long enough to have his cum leaking out, staining the ground below in gooey droplets. "Fuck me—ooh!—right there, right there, fuck me harder—oh god!"

Caelus chokes out a moan—you were so fucking tight���sucking in a shaky breath as he continues to pound into you. "Didn't you just tell me to hurry up? What changed your mind? Do you like my dick that much?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, though it wavers with each flutter and pulsing of your walls around his length. God he was such a little shit.

"Just shut up already.." You slam your lips against his without warning, moaning in a mix of relief and ecstasy. He makes a slight noise of surprise, but, given how often you'd dodge his postcoital affections, you don't blame him. But right now, you could care less if he happens to get to the wrong idea about you kissing him—or perhaps, a small part of you deep down wants Caelus to get the wrong idea.

The two of you melt into the kiss, teeth gnashing noisily and tongues entangling and rubbing up against one another as you both cling onto each other. Soon, drool begins to streak across your lips and chin—fuck, kissing Caelus felt so damn good, why didn't you do it before?—as warm pressure builds up in your lower stomach. His plush tip keeps pushing up against your oversensitive walls, the pulsing veins on the side of his cock stimulating you further and further.

But soon the lack of oxygen proves to be too much, and the messy kiss is broken apart. Strings of saliva stick to your tongue, but a bolt of pleasure shoots through you and you rest your head against the wall of the alley. With your neck exposed to him, you whine his name repeatedly like a chant, his entire being overwhelming you in waves.

"Caelus, Caelus, Caelus, Caelus...!"

Caelus' hips give a final thrust, the veins on his fat cock twitching and pulsing as he spills himself inside of your walls until even more droplets begin to ooze out. Reflexively, he immediately starts kissing your neck, mouth sloppily fitting against your rapid pulse, but this time you don't stop him. It feels ticklish, but surprisingly helping in lowering you from your high. He doesn't pull out until he's pumped out every last drop, although the way your walls clamp around him ends up squeezing out a few more drops anyways. You both shudder, the sudden emptiness in you and the lack of warmth around him a bit too much.

As if on cue, the cum that hadn't been oozing from your hole thanks to Caelus plugging you up nice and tight, now trickles out. A part of you is disappointed to not have it stay deep inside, but you're too out of it to do anything about it.

Your legs begin to slip, but Caelus seems to notice and aids in lowering you down. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you nearly double over but he catches you, choosing to lean you against him for support. With your head against his chest, you can feel the warmth of his body, each inhale and exhale he takes, and the beating of his heart.

The alleyway is filled with soft pants, concealed from any prying eyes. Like your own little world, just the two of you. It's... rather nice in a way.

"We're... we're gonna continue this when we get back to the Express, got it?" Of course you will. The two of you are as horny as rabbits, and quickies would only keep you both temporarily satisfied. But you could bet that if he found the opportunity, he'd sneak into your room. Again. "My back's killing me, I think you just scraped off my damn skin... I'd like my back to remain injury-free while getting dicked down thank you very much."

"Fine by me. I'd prefer to fuck you on your bed anyway." He snorts in amusement, a sliver of a smirk on his lips as he playfully squeezes your ass. You squeak and flinch at the ticklish sensation, to which he chuckles. "Not that I've got anything against doing this in an alleyway. It's actually kinda hot."

"Shut up and help me put my underwear back on."

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[pinkie-quinns]

rocker eddie/actor steve | exes to ??? | slightly nsfw under the cut | fame au p3 |

p1 p2 p4 p5 interlude p6

Steve’s presented at award shows countless times. He’s good at it. He’s funny, he’s charming. But usually, he didn’t want to strangle the guy standing next to him. Usually, the guy hadn't been pawing at his dick ten minutes before.

But he gets through it. 'Cause he’s a professional.

He is aware. Aware that the tension stifling the room isn’t exactly appropriate for the Animated Feature Film category.

Aware that he did, in fact, tear Eddie’s (uninsured) silk shirt.

Aware that, despite a scurry of last-second HMU efforts, his perfect hair looks insane.

Aware that this is a live broadcast. Aware that anyone with eyes could look at the state of both of them and probably only come up with 3 feasible conclusions. Aware that unlike the photo, this is pretty fucking incriminating.

But he gets through it. Cause he’s a professional.

Eddie's being punchably smug about it, of course. Emerged from the bathroom, pupils blown, eye glitter smudged, lips swollen, and “Ready for his close-up!”

He didn’t even talk to Steve after they were escorted off stage. Just slipped a note in his pocket.

Skip the afterparty?

Skip the afterparty. Who does he think he is? Steve’s expected to show face. His team needs him to show face. They have another suit prepared and everything. He gets it's a foreign concept to Eddie, but people actually rely on him.

Fuck him. Steve can’t just skip the afterparty.

He skips the afterparty.

He ignores the 40 frantic texts from Robin.

He gets his car to drive him to Los Feliz.

It's just the same as 5 years ago, but all reverse. The deja vu is making him woozy, making him sick. Same place he was five years ago but no one's here for apologies.

This time it's a knock at Eddie's door.

Stupid and hollow and idiotic. Steve’s still in his ugly velvet suit. The door swings open. Eddie’s changed. Showered. Hair damp and frizzy. Liner and stage glitter staining his under eyes. He looks soft under the yellow porch light.

There’s a moment, a millisecond where Steve knows he could turn around. Slam the door in Eddie’s face and pretend this never happened.

But he's all red inside, all forward momentum and frustration and anger.

“I still fucking hate you.”

Eddie offers him a sad smile. “I know.”

And then the door is shut behind him and Eddie’s got him against the wall and Steve’s tongue is back where it belongs. Where it’s always belonged. He wants Eddie to choke on it.

Eddie’s grinning, glassy-eyed worship, panting into his mouth, “Missed this.”

Nope.

Steve needs be miles away from whatever the fuck that is. So he gnashes Eddie's lip between his teeth. It's hard enough to draw blood. He needs him as red as he feels.

“Fuck you.”

In the hallway drag to the bedroom, he’s all destruction. Wants to knock down everything in sight. Wants to shove Eddie into his stupid platinum records and his stupid ten thousand dollar guitars. He wants fire and earthquakes. He wants Eddie split in half.

Eddie hasn’t gotten the memo, apparently. Keeps a cool laugh through the whole thing, laughs when Steve pushes him against some hideous credenza (a fucking credenza, the Eddie he knew would’ve throttled himself.) Laughs when some marble thing gets swatted to the floor like Steve’s a particularly bratty housecat.

“Damn. Really got you revved up, huh?” Eddie’s grinning at him like this whole thing is some kind of fucking joke. They’ve made it to the bedroom, finally.

Steve bites bruises at his neck. “Do you ever shut the hell up?”

“Nah, kinda my speciality, Ha–”

He pushes the heel of his palm into Eddie’s crotch. “You’re pathetic.”

“Yeah?” It’s a whine.

“So fucking pathetic.” And then Steve’s on his knees.

He gets lost in it. Just like he used to. He never does anymore. He’s still a bit drunk but he feels all heady like he’s taken the wrong pills. Feels wired too, like he drank three red eyes. Feels a lot of things.

It’s all the same and it’s all so different. Their bodies are different. Soft in places they once were hard. Hard in places they once were soft. They’re not old yet, not really, not at all. But they’re not teenagers anymore.

It’s like he can’t find the ground anywhere– Eddie’s hands on him, Eddie’s skin on him. Bare and rough and different and so familiar it whips the air out of his lungs. Eddie knowing just what works, knowing how to touch him better than anyone. Knowing him better than he knows himself.

He feels cursed. He feels ruined.

And when Eddie finally fucks into him, on that gaudy four-poster bed, a mess of sweat and sheets and glitter, he can’t help the part of him screaming home home home home.

Eddie lights a cigarette when it’s over. Offers one to Steve but he quit years ago. Not that he would know.

Steve says, “You've got to stop that shit, man. It’s gonna kill you.”

And Eddie does that stupid sad smile again. “I’d deserve it, wouldn’t I?”

So Steve finds as many pieces of his suit as he can. Hopes to god Tom Ford doesn’t like, sue him for losing it. Hightails it to the front door. He’s not interested in small talk. Not interested in throwing this asshole another pity party.

Eddie follows him out, leans against the door frame, easy and sad and stupid handsome and Steve hates him nearly as much as he hates himself. “Will I see you again, Harrington?”

Steve can't let him have this. Can't let him win after all this time.

“Don’t count on it.”

[thetempleofnyx]

taking his knot | 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚

a.n: i want to eat him. cw. knotting

ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ

imagine the way he would switch between whimpering and growling. his hands slipping from your waist because he’s fucking you in such a frenzy that a sheen of sweat covers your body, the smell of your arousal driving him insane.

he flips you over flat on your stomach and fucks into you like that. he lets gravity do the work as he drops his hips against your ass, pounding into you. but when you cry for more, for him to fuck you harder and deeper, he grips the headboard and uses it to drive himself into you. the wood bangs against the wall as he splits you open, and he’s sure everyone person and creature in gandharva ville can hear your cries of pleasure.

he’s borderline delirious now. his body weight is comforting on top of you as he licks you from your shoulder up to your ear, nibbling on your skin as he whispers filthy promises of how your gonna take his knot, of how he’s gonna empty himself into your tight hole and fill you up. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out and turns you over and something about the lewd look on your face as he stretches you out makes him want to come even harder. he pushes your knees to your chest as he slips inside you, a harsh growl bubbling from his chest as he sets a harsh pace, hard and so deep that each thrust takes your breath away. you know he’s close when you feel yourself begin to stretch around him even more.

you press a hand to his lower stomach in an attempt to get him to slow down but he grabs it, holding it above your head as he leans in closer, “ gonna take this cock for me?” he whispers before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. it’s sloppy and messy as your teeth gnash together, his tongue swirling around yours.

he leans back again and holds your thighs down, your knees pressed to your ears now as he has you spread wide open. he pushes himself inside you one more time, slipping in with a wet pop. his grip is tight against your legs as his cock swells even more before coating your insides with thick ropes of creamy cum. he lets out the most salacious moans as he fills you, showering you with praises of “that’s it baby” and “fuck you feel so good, feel so warm” and “god you’re so good for taking all of my cum. for taking all of me.”

the sensation of fullness coupled with tighnari’s filthiness drives you over the edge. with a wail of his name so loud he’s sure the sages in sumeru city could hear, you tighten around his thick cock, and the vice grip you have on him causes him to choke. he collapses to your chest with a whine as his body shoots out even more cum. and after giving you all that he has, he lays there, his face pressed against your chest as he waits for both of you to catch your breaths. his tail curls around your waist as he slowly turns you guys over, his cock still inside you. you rest on top of him for a moment, the feeling of your body against his bringing you comfort as you come down from your high. your eyes are sliding shut when all of a sudden you feel him jerk underneath you. you look down at him to see his pretty eyes glowing, his canines growing a bit sharper as he asks you with a predatory grin,

“ready for round two??”

[hoshigray]

Just thinking about hate sex with Toji and how fucking exhilarating yet unforgiving it would be to experience such a thing with that man.

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn my bad) A little something for y'all so I can whip up something in my drafts to celebrate 50+ followers and getting 1k notes on my daddy toji drabble!! Tysm again for the love!!! :')))

Cw: mean dom! Toji x fem! reader - spanking (1x) - doggy style then switch to missionary position - degradation (Toji calls you a "lil' girl," "bitch," and "ho") - pet names (dollface, baby, baby cakes, sweetheart) - Toji biting your shoulder - slight bondage; the reader has their hands tied behind them - the reader feels humiliated while Toji is his cocky egotistic self - mention of blood.

Wc: 575

Toji's so ruthless with you. Your face's kissing the cold floor, hands tied behind your arched back for Toji to do whatever he wants with your ass on full display.

The pace of his hips is so absurdly harsh your legs feel as if they're about to give way, and you can do nothing but receive his irrational treatment. You can feel his dick use your swollen cunt like a toy, his girth stretching your poor southern lips, and it hurts along with the merciless rhythm.

You try not to cry as tears prickle under your eyelids. The fucker of a man already has you in a humiliating position, and his hands leave crescent markings from his fingers on the side of your hips. Seeing your face in tears is the last thing he needs to see.

Toji bends down to your ear, his body weight pressing down on yours, and it has to take you biting your lip hard to suppress a moan from your lips. The taste of blood sits on your taste buds.

"What's wrong, dollface?" The husky voice almost makes you squeeze hard on his cock. God, you hate this man so fucking much. "You were talkin' some high and mighty shit not too long ago, where'd that pretentious bitch go? Wanna — hnngh! Shit, shit… Wanna hear that sweet voice again."

You peer at him through your shoulder. The aggrieved glare isn't taken seriously by the older man. "Hmph, pretentious? Quite a big word, didn't think a brute like you knew i- Iiiyaaaaah!!!"

A hard smack to your ass has you gasping for air, followed by your pussy gripping his manhood, and Toji has to use your shoulders as leverage to not cum in haste. You feel as if you can't breathe with all this pressure and weight on top of you. A tear finally comes down from your face and smears onto the ground.

"I'm not playin' games with you, ho." Toji gnashes his teeth and draws downward to bite your shoulder blade, earning an ear-piercing shriek from you. That outta teach ya a lesson. "Got anythin' else smart to say, lil' girl?"

You can't fight the tears at this point, letting them slide down your pretty face. The pathetic and humiliating atmosphere clouds your senses so much so that crying is the only thing left to do.

"Hic…N-No…" Your sobs come out naturally, and you do what you can to hide your face from Toji.

That didn't seem to be in your favor because he heard the weep, bringing himself up to switch your position. Your front is now facing him as he can see the tear-stricken face, and the glare you give him is through squinted eyes filled with anger and misery, proof that your dignity is broken.

Toji whistles and smirks. "Heh, if you could see the look on your face, baby. I'd love to have a picture of it in my wallet."

"F…Fuck you." Your spat with words that still possess venom, even if you're physically restrained.

"News flash, baby cakes:" An unforeseen thrust has you yelp aloud, so harsh and savage that your back arches towards Toji. He sneers. "Already am."

His pace returns at its relentless tempo, his dick bullying your insides, and you moan in helpless whimpers. Toji leans down to grab your face before he kisses you to shut your cries. "And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, sweetheart."

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Again, tysm for the support!! It really fills my heart when y'all like my stuff, and I hope to continue writing things I like~~

[queer-n-here]

I'm back! And here's the fic y'all. It's not proofread though, so...

And again, yes, I vote on my own polls. And yes, I voted for fluff. Let a man have his moments, y'all.

So, Yandere!Criminal! Abilty User! Reader x Tachihara Michizo.

Contents: Yandere!Criminal! Abilty User! Reader fucking Tachihara because he's obsessed.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting (reader receiving), dubcon/noncon, nipple play.

You had been one of the assassins under Guild, their ace card. But before they could find an opening to use you, Guild crumpled.

You escaped. Guild had never been your last option, and you weren't dedicated enough to it to consider ending yourself with it.

Unfortunately, the Special Division for Powerful Abilities got wind of your existence, even though Guild tried to hide it the best it could. That's how you found the Hunting Dogs at your tail.

Now, sitting in the cell designed specially to imprison ability-users, you sighed softly.

The Hunting Dogs were trying to get you to spit out the information regarding the last of the Guild's dregs, so that they could clean it completely, and officially consider that case closed.

Sadly for them, even if you had willingly left Guild, you had something of an emotional attachment to the members, and despite hours of continuous torture, you didn't spill.

Of the Hunting Dogs, the one you liked the most was definitely Tachihara. I mean, even though all the time you two spend together was him interrogating and torturing you, you couldn't help but develop a sick liking to him, the sort that made you look forward to seeing him.

You were sure Tachihara knew about it. I mean, you did make a point to drill this fact into every single one of the Hunting Dogs except him. One of them must have brought it up to tease him.

One day, to your delightful surprise, the guards bound your hands not with the usual cuffs, but with a rope instead.

Just this slight change from general routine was enough to send your brain speeding. Today was Tachihara's turn, wasn't it? If he couldn't manipulate your cuffs, since they weren't of metal anymore, did that mean...

You smirked, and let the guards shove you into a cell. Standing in front of you was Tachihara, face grim and one hand on the sword at his waist.

"I know what you might be thinking." He said, as the guards grabbed you and rammed you into a chair. "Your cuffs aren't metal today, so you can escape. Look around you though."

You did, and noticed that the cell walls seemed to be made entirely of metal. It did nothing to douse your smirk, however. Escaping was not what you had in mind.

The guards left, locking the door from outside. You turned to look at Tachihara.

"You look beautiful today." You cooed at him, and he flushed.

"For the last time, [Last Name]," He said through gritted teeth. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

"Hmm, didn't you miss me?" You leaned forwards, eyes shining at him. "Because I missed you."

Tachihara shook his head, turning to let his back face you. You didn't mind, you liked the view of his ass just as much as his face. He was here was all that mattered.

He pulled out his sword, and it slowly grew into a spiral. You knew what that was for, but before he could use it, you decided to make your move.

Your ability was a really handy one. It could create thick padding of clothing out of nowhere, and make it disappear, too. It might seem slightly lame at first glance, but it was highly useful when you could create said padding in someone's airways, and then remove it later to make it look like they choked on their own spit.

Unlike that ability user from the Port Mafia, what was his name?... Right, yeah, Akutagawa Ryomen. Unlike him, your ability could not produce sharp or thin fabric. But you could clog up people's joints, tracheas, lungs, brain, whatever you wanted.

Now, however, as you gnashed at the ropes binding your hands, your ability created a protective sphere around you and Tachihara.

He yelped, whipping around to thrust his sword towards you, but before it could touch you, you had covered up the entire blade with the padding, and the sword was useless. The ropes binding your wrists fell away, torn to shreds by your teeth.

Tachihara tried to manipulate the sword into shapes that could tear through the fabric, but you were faster. Yanking the sword out of his hand, you created an opening in the sphere, and deposited the sword outside this little world of you and him.

"Fuck, damnit" He cursed, trying to use the metal parts of his belt and hat to attack you, but they suffered the very same fate as his sword.

The chair was left out, and so was all of the metal in the cell. He had virtually nothing to attack you with.

You stepped closer to him, and he tried to swing a punch at you, but you grabbed his wrist, pushed his arm back and pinned him to a cloth wall thick enough to stand with his weight pressed to it.

"Fucking let me go," Tachihara hissed, trying to struggle out of your grip. "What do you want?"

"I thought you'd know what I wanted, 'Hara," You said softly, smiling at him. "I mean, I've been so transparent with you since day one."

He frowned, trying to push you away, and you bound his hands with thick fabric.

"Come, now, don't be like this," You said, leaning over him. "I've finally gotten this chance. I've been rotting in this prison for so long, don't you think you should let me have some fun?"

Tachihara's eyes widened slightly at the implications of your words. "Fuck, guards! GUARDS!"

"Don't bother," You raised a hand to caress his face, and he flinched away. Something burnt in your chest, but you touched him anyway, knowing that with time he'd come to expect your love. "I've soundproofed the room perfectly."

"Fuck you," He was panicking, you could tell. "Whatever you do, once you get out, they're gonna have you killed. So it doesn't matter how you hurt me."

"Hurt you?" The surprise that showed on your face was genuine, and so was the hurt. "No, I'd never hurt you, baby."

You leaned forwards, so gentle in the way you were touching him that his eyes widened again, and his struggles paused.

"You... What?"

"Mm-hmm," You pressed your forehead against his, and conjured up a desk behind Tachihara's knees, so he was sitting on it with his back against the wall. "Why would I wanna do that, hmm?"

You removed your hand from his cheek, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He yelped, startled at the sudden change in your focus. "Wait, wait, wait-"

You ripped his shirt off him, and his pants followed too. He started struggling again, trying to kick you away. You caught his ankles, and yanked his legs open, exposing his cock and hole to you.

"So pretty," You murmured, transfixed. "So beautiful."

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tachihara kept trying to rip his hands free of their restraints, but to no avail. "What the fuck do you- Nggh!"

You wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking at a certain pace.

"Fuck, stop it, stop it!" He thrashed around underneath you, trying to squirm away. You held his waist firmly, fingers digging into his pretty pale skin. "You sick little-"

You grabbed his face with one hand and kissed him, shutting him up. His cock was starting to get erect now, twitching against your hand. You nipped and bit at Tachihara's lips, feeling his breath hitch under you.

Your strokes slowed, and your hand started venturing lower instead. You found his hole, and gave the rim a little stroke. He huffed against your lips, eyes screwed shut.

You pulled away from his lips, sucking on your fingers instead. Once they were fully coated with spit, you lowered them to his hole again, and raised your head to look up at him.

"I'm going to prep you, hmm?" You placed a kiss on one of his eyes, and he tried to turn his head away to avoid it.

"Why are you telling me?!" He scowled. "It's not like if I say no, you won't- Mmph!"

You prepped him, just like you'd promised, and it wasn't long before Tachihara's struggles weakened. He kept trying to talk, kept trying to curse you away, but you turned a deaf ear to most of the things he said. Your fingers loosened his insides, and his huffs and pants turned into moans even as he bit his lip to stop them.

Soon, he was more than ready for your cock, which you freed quickly from your prison pants and boxers. Aligning it to Tachihara's hole, you slowly pushed in.

"F-hah! Fuck, what is- why are you..." He couldn't speak, eyes glued to where you two met. "Don't do this, don't- Ughh!"

You thrusted into him, watching as his pretty face changed expressions. His eyes blurred up, and his back arched, pushing his nipples into your face. You started gaining a rhythm, holding the underside of his knees to keep his legs apart.

"Fuck!" Tachihara gripped onto the very same restraints he had been trying to free himself from, scrambling to find purchase to ground himself against the feeling of your cock in him.

You lowered your head and sucked on his nipples, biting and teasing him as your dick bullied his insides, each thrust making him shudder and clamp down on his lips harder to block a moan. You moved your lips to his instead, prying them open and sliding your tongue in, hips snapping into his and making his thighs tremble.

"Don't be like this," You said. "Let me hear you, hmm? Let me know how good I'm making you feel right now, baby."

Your thrusts grew more forceful, cock ravaging his body. Tachihara didn't even need your encouragement, he could hardly hold his moans back anymore, and soon your ears were filled with his sounds, his pants and huffs and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You pounded into him, making his eyes tear up and roll to the back of his head. You could see the bulge in his stomach with each thrust, the come and go image of your dick, driving you feral.

"Ah, uhh! Hah!"

Tachihara was starting to clench on you now, his pretty face all covered with tears and lips swollen with all that biting. He looked so fucking sexy, shoulders trembling and sweat-soaked hair sticking to forehead, it almost drove you mad.

Suddenly, with one particular thrust, Tachihara screamed, eyes wide and watery and hands scratching the cloth wall behind him. You understood, shifting slightly to hit his sweet spot again.

You freed his hands, just to see how he'd react, but he thoughtlessly wrapped his arms around your neck and pressed his tear-soaked face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes widened slightly, but then you started fucking him harder, abusing his sweet spot with your tip and feeling him clench around you.

His moans started to tune into cries, and he could no longer muffle them against your skin. He bit down on your shoulder instead, sending a spark of heat right down to your cock. His constant ah-ah-ah's were driving you insane, and the pace at which your hips were rolling into his was already inhuman.

And Tachihara, oh gods, he was going insane. You were rearranging his insides to the shape of your cock, each nudge of your tip against his sweet spot making his brain more and more cloudy. He could hardly think of anything but you now, pathetic and desperate for your cock.

It felt so good, so amazing, he came before he'd even realised it, cum shooting out of his untouched dick as he clenched unbearably tight around yours, making it difficult for you to thrust in and out.

You weren't far behind, and pretty soon you reached your own orgasm, painting his walls white with your seed as your hips slowed to a stop.

Tachihara fell back, and your ability caught him perfectly. You pulled out of him, raising your head to look at that pretty face of his.

He looked so gorgeous all fucked-out, chest heaving with each breath and with no strength to even wipe his own stomach, you couldn't help but coo.

"Pretty baby," You whispered, and wrapped your arms around him.

[heartfullofleeches]

Monster reader is my top fav of ALL readers.

Like just imagine if Monster reader just wanted food so they go into a place that looks like it has food. And somehow walks into a cult meeting that give their upmost dedication to some monster god that looks similar to monster reader lol.

“ Today, we have come together to give our upmost dedication and beliefs into our savior. Our savior who gave us our life and our creation! And that is why today, we will be sacrificing this fool who dared to disrespect- Door opens

“ Oh. Sorry for interrupting, but I was wondering if you have any spare food?”

“….. OUR SAVIOR HAS FINALLY RETURNED!”

“ FORGIVE US FOR BASKING IN YOUR PRESENCE WITH ASKING MY LORD!! EVERYONE GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS!”

Lol.

(small mention of gore)

Two months, fourteen days, and five hours.

The longest you've ever went without food. If you were human, the time frame would have held a heavy tax on your body if not killing you out right, but all it did leave was dull pains in your abdomen. During said period, you found a nice cave to sleep in and recover from the injuries sustained in your escape from the facility that stole you from your home. The rest cured your broken bones and scrapes, but unfortunately like every living creature - you needed to eat.

The area you resided in didn't have much going for it in the food category. Most of the edible plants and berries had been picked clean, and you were took out of practice to hunt for your meal. Being locked in a white room with meat thrown at you randomly really put you out of shape in more ways than one. Your fears of having to leave the forest were extinguished with the discovery of an old wrapper found one evening near a neck of the woods you had yet to explore.

The guards at that place walked around with similar papers, filling you with unease, but that anxiety goes out the door the second your nose picks up on a familiar smell. Raw meat.

Climbing over some rocks, you spot a collection of wooden enclosures with strange symbols painted atop. The books the researchers made you read never talked about those. Their knowledge led you to the conclusion that these buildings were cabins and the one where that alluring smell was coming from was the closest to you. There was noise from the neighboring buildings, but if you acted quietly then maybe you could just grab enough food to hold you off for a while and they'd be none the wiser.

Creeping past the red tap that secludes the camp from the rest of the forest, a shrill scream pierces the heavens. It pins you to place, the memories of the cellmates you lost rushing to mind. Is someone hurt? Despite your experiences with others, you wanted to help, but you needed strength in case of any danger.

You hurry to the door, breaking the lock and flinging yourself into the darkness. Your advanced sight guides you through the shadows and straight to your prize. The blinding light from the icebox is the most beautiful pain you've ever witnessed. Forgetting the manners you learned overtime, you claw open various bags of dead flesh and wolf down whatever you can get your hands on. A few of the bags have names on them, but you're too hungry to care why. Bewteen the wet squish of your teeth gnashing shut, a hush blows through the crowd forming outside.

"I told you I heard something, dude. Probably a fucking bear or something. It's eating the reserves."

"Relax. I'll handle it."

The light flickers on. You've been found The guilt you felt for eating the human's food without asking turns into panic as the first thing you see is the barrel of a shotgun pointed square blank at your face. You drop the meat in your hands and cower against the back wall; your first week of freedom spent pushing bullets of the same caliber out your spine. Your lips curl over your teeth as it clatters to the ground in front of you, still afraid as if it could do anything without a handler.

"Could it be?..."

You look up at the robed figures filling the room, the creases of their faces twisted in awe or fright. The first to fall is the one holding the weapon, followed by the rest of their group as they fall to their knees, bowing their heads and rising their hands in prayer. One of the memb pulls out another still standing in shock above you.

"The day of your arrival has finally come. Forgive us, Master. We didn't recognize you at first in such a weak state. Please spare us of your spite."

Master? That's an odd name. You quite liked the one a kind human gave you once. Y/n rolls off the tongue nicer.

"If you still require sustenance, we will leave you to your feast unless you'd prefer the fresher product of our harvest. If I may offer a suggestion, we can mend your clothes and prepare you a bath to cleanse you of our tainted blood."

Bath. Those were the only highlight of the facility. Why are these people being so nice to you compared to them? It made you feel terrible considering you were the one that broke into their home. Hunger beating the conflicting emotions, you continue to eat the meat until your stomach could carry no more. You probably stopped a few bites before you reached maximum capacity due to all the eyes on you making you a little uncomfortable.

You step out of the cabin, wiping your mouth with the bottom of your shirt to be polite. The cult watches your every move, but not one person makes a peep. Considering you were the center of attention, they must be waiting for you.

"Um... hello."

The members of the cult collectively lose their minds.

"Our messiah! They speak! To lowly beings as us."

"It really is them! I'm sorry for ever doubting your presence, my lord."

"This form suits you best in my expert opinion. Let us gather in celebration for your arrival."

They gather around you, examining your claws and taking measurements of your body to prepare proper clothing for you. The questions and praise your bombarded with make your head spin, but soon enough you're led to a bathing house in another cabin and your stress is washed away by the warm water and those who tend to your mated clothes and hair. Not long into your bath, others come with robes for you to wear. They sob and shrivel beneath your words of thanks, everyone here does.

After dinner where you sit at the head of the table, too full to eat a bite of food, you're allowed to wonder the grounds until your cabin has been fully furnished. You enter the room where the screams originated from hours ago, shocked by what you discover.

A mural of a beast similar to you was painted on the far wall in fine paint and what smelled like blood. Dual irises, onyx fangs, the cross scar in the center of its chest. This creature was you, a bigger, menacing and all powerful you. Below the painting was a dead human spilt open from sternum to belly, the bones broken away and organs scooped clean. Backing away from the scene, you bump into someone.

"We are so glad that you've come to us, Master. Please grant us the lasting benefit of your presence for the rest of our days - and beyond

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic january 30 - uneven - 983words - cw: nsfw!, spanking, degradation

aka when a haircut gone wrong turns into bending ur husband over the kitchen counter and ****** his ***** until ******* and he ******** *** ***

“It’s uneven.”

“No, it’s not!”

“It’s uneven, James.”

“You– she’s just sitting improperly, her head bent at an angle,” his fiancée replies, in a there you have it way.

Regulus levels him with a flat look, “You’ve cut our daughter bangs and they’re uneven.”

“The hair kept falling into her eyes! It was bothering her,” James’ tone is defensive.

Regulus stares down at the picture on James’ phone, regarding the line of Harrie’s bangs as they fall crookedly over her small forehead, grin as wide and toothy as always, pigtails equally askew. She’s running around in kindergarten like that right now none the wiser.

When he looks up to raise an eyebrow at James this one snatches up his phone and pockets it with a huff, grumbling under his breath.

Behind them the electric kettle clicks, signaling that the water is boiled, so Regulus turns his back to face the shelves in search of a mug and tea bag.

“As if you would’ve done any better.”

An incredulous scoff rips from the back of Regulus’ throat.

It sounds like James is gnashing his teeth when he growls, “What?”

Regulus casually goes about preparing his tea. “Oh, miles, baby.”

James sounds closer when he speaks next, making Regulus shiver, “You’re a brat.”

“Your ego is too big,” Regulus spits back.

“Yeah, well, something’s gotta match the cock.”

There’s a second of still silence where they’re both not moving, disbelieving over if James just actually said that out loud.

Then Regulus head whips around and he fixes the other with a narrow glare. “Excuse me?”

He can see the moment something flips inside James and he decides, wether that be reasoned or not, to just fucking roll with it. “You heard me.”

Regulus feels his face pull into a sneer, “Yes and I’d actually rather impale my eardrums with a toothpick before it happens again.”

Now it’s James’ turn to scoff before he steps closer, “Yeah, like you didn’t moan about it last weekend on date night.”

James cages Regulus against the counter and all he can do is turn his back to him again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Warmth settles over Regulus’ back as James crowds his space, breath hot over the shell of his ear. “Fuck, Jamie,” he whines in imitation of Regulus, “So big, feels so good, ah- yes, yes! Please, harder, ’m gonna—”

Regulus knuckles are turning white against the counter. He’s not sure he’s still breathing.

James nuzzles Regulus’ curls with his nose, hips grazing the swell of his ass, “Begging for it like a slut.”

Regulus gasps sharply, “Merde– shut up.”

Soft lips come down on his neck, spit slick, and Regulus is trembling.

“I love when you’re good for me like that, Reg,” James murmurs breathily, “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

He punctuates the questions by pressing his crotch directly into Regulus’ ass, the grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick line of him.

A moan tumbles out of him involuntarily.

James gives a pleased hum before he sucks on that same spot on Regulus’ neck, “That’s it, baby.”

Mindlessly, Regulus pushes back, arousal shooting through him when James groans softly.

“C’mon, love, I know just how sweet you can be for me.”

It’s a wonder Regulus manages to shake his head.

“Yeah, you are,” James insists, “Doesn’t always have to be only once I fuck you stupid on my fat cock.”

Regulus grits his teeth, “You’re impossible.”

James sighs displeased, a mournful little thing that makes Regulus’ head dizzy, “Fine, the hard way then.”

In one swift movement he pulls Regulus back by the hips, yanks down his own black sweats and spanks him right across one ass cheek.

Regulus is helpless to do anything but cry out in pleasure, the sting seeping through the flesh and concentrating between his legs, making his cock twitch where it bobs heavy in the air.

“Try again,” James says, voice dangerously neutral and massaging his throbbing cheek.

Regulus bites down on his tongue, then presses out, “You’d be lucky to be considered average.”

A chuckle and then another swing, sharper than the first and the sound of it reverberating off their kitchen tiles.

Regulus whimpers a strangled noise which turns into a downright pitiful whine when James roughly spits on his exposed hole.

“Oh, you like that, huh, baby?” James taunts, hooking a thumb into his rim, breaching for a moment just to retreat again.

Traitorously, his hips push back on the finger.

“Aren’t you greedy?” James comments, “I want you to use your words though.”

“James.”

His husband tzks.

Regulus has to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, chin crinkling, lip wobbling, “Please.”

“Please what?”

Another hit when Regulus doesn’t give an answer fast enough, this on right on the crease of his thigh. More spitting, landing carelessly on the meat of his ass and slowly trickling between his cheeks.

It takes a moment for Regulus to realize the sound in the kitchen is his own whine. “More, please.”

James hums above him, leaning over him to kiss at his neck. “Just a little bit more specific, baby. I know you can do it.” He punctuates the demand by teasingly swiping two fingers through the spit and prodding at his entrance but not slipping them in.

Regulus grits out a harsh pant, thighs starting to tremble. His ass stings like a bitch and his cock is throbbing, hard and neglected and all he can think about is that he wants James’ teeth in the nape of his neck. The overwhelming desire to be good and pliant as he gets utterly annihilated.

“Breed me, Jamie.”

His husband curses, voice strangled, and then he proceeds to fuck him so hard Regulus doesn’t know up from down anymore.

They have to call Effie and Monty to pick Harrie up from kindergarten one and a half hours later.

[lightningbig]

cody/fox/rex the babygirl rarepair of my heart. they compel me. rotating a fic series in my head about pre-established cody/fox hunting rex like prey.

cody comming fox the first week of deployment like "fox. i can't work under these conditions. my second is a brat i can't not fuck him. this is awful."

and fox is just "okay?? why are you talking to me?? go fuck him??" while cody laments about rules and regs and not taking advantage of those under him as marshal commander. keeps complaining to fox though like clockwork so fox now knows everything about rex despite never meeting him once. from half a galaxy away fox is trying to wrangle an ever-frustrating cody into either stepping the fuck up or shutting the fuck up.

meanwhile rex is being his usual weird little freak self (affectionate) and Also having the "oh hes awful i can't not fuck him" dilemma but with less pressing moral quandaries about it. in fact he gets worse on purpose just to try and get a rise out of cody. meanwhile cody is climbing the walls and gnashing his teeth.

Eventually they do fuck about it. whether it's after rex goes for ARC training or after he ships to the 501st completely or before any of it anyway, cody finally either breaks or loses his leash and rex gets to reap the benefits. cody finally comms fox and isn't making his best impression of a tea kettle about to boil over, and fox gets to say "finally" and his favorite words, "i told you so".

and now. it is fox's turn. and cody gets to be Smug Bastard as he sets rex up as bait in a trap and lets him loose on coruscant none the wiser. this is truthfully the starting point of me rotating the three of them together, i have the beginnings of a fic written where the 501st go back for leave after a campaign with the 212th and cody sends rex off with a stupid amount of hickies and bruises. and fox sees and just goes Oh? A present? For me? and uh. rex gets the chew toy treatment round 2.

anyway. waves hands. i just think they're neat.

[oniikabuto]

hi i hope this doesnt seem annoying bc i have never requested anything from ppl IDK it makes me anxious 😭 but ur one bed for sp was so cute i adore ur writing !!! do u think u could do it for craigs gang + butters?

one bed! part 2

-- sfw --

part one (main 4 boys)

characters: butters stotch, craig tucker, tweek tweak, tolkien black, jimmy valmer, clyde donovan

a/n: you arent annoying at all dws!! ty for being my first request this is monumental. oh and i wasnt sure if tweek counted as part of craigs gang or not but i adore him so i made one for him. also thank you!!!!!! ;; also jimmy is so underrated i love him so much mwagh

notes: i cant write clyde for shit idk he has no personaluty sorry i love him though; same character dynamic as part 1 (mutual pining, character has a crush on the reader)

— ⛧ b. stotch

complains that it's past his bedtime, but gives in because he wants to spend time with you.

"it's past nine already!"

"well.. yeah. it isn't that late, butters."

"but i always sleep at nine!"

but he'll sit through movies with you anyways because he has a fat crush on you.

except when the end credits start rolling, you look over at butters and he's curled up in a ball, snoring.

you don't have the heart to wake him up, so you quietly shut your laptop and move it off your bed.

he'll probably get in trouble for not coming home at all, but his parents trust you enough. you can probably talk them out of grounding him tomorrow morning.

"butters", you whisper. "leo, you gotta move."

he rolls over, half-asleep and dazed. "huh..?"

"you're staying with me tonight. scoot over."

"o-oh, jeez, okay", he blushes when he feels the warmth of you next to him.

"night, butters."

he's probably praying he doesnt wet the bed he would actually die

murmurs in his sleep and talks about nonsense

drools like a puppy

probably goes mimimimimi like in the cartoons /j

you will wake up with his arm around you. if you move it, he'll find his way back again in his sleep

looks like a baby when he sleeps its so funny you cant help but take photos



— ⛧ c. tucker

you turn around to tell him it's getting late and ask if he needs a ride home

and he's dead asleep. on the floor. textbook over his lap. snoring very softly.

like no wonder it's been so quiet... as you were doing your homework, craig was asleep on your floor.

you felt so bad having to wake him up to move him to your bed

"craig, i'm so sorry. i got distracted, i didn't mean to-"

"it's fine. just let me sleep in the corner. i like your plushies", he yawns.

so he sleeps in the corner against the wall, and you sleep on the outside to make sure he doesn't roll right off the bed.

if you weren't there, he definitely would have bc when you wake up, he's smushed into you.

how can he breathe???

he also violently gnashes his teeth and it's very startling (my brother did that as a kid and i would almost pee myself in fear)

and he'll randomly put his hand somewhere like your face?????? the way he does it is so funny because it always seems like he's wide awake but you look over and he's mouth breathing and sound asleep

yeah he's a mouth breather

it's okay he's a cutie



— ⛧ t. tweak

passes the fuck out from coffee. like CRASHES

"yeah and then i was telling kyle about how- tweek, you okay?"

"tired....... can i go.....mmfjkg"

like at a certain point past 1am he just turns into a dead slug

poor thing

you just send him up to your bedroom and get him a change of clothes so that he doesn't have to sleep in a button-up

except by the time you get up to your room, he's dead asleep.

you don't bother trying to wake him up, since you've never seen him sleep so peacefully.

he's curled up on his side, face buried in your plushies.

you scoot in next to him, so close that you can smell the milky coffee lingering in his hair.

it's kinda nice

in the middle of the night you wake up to a really strange noise.

it's tweek

he's doing this weird clicky thing with his tongue in his mouth in his sleep

like. okay?????? you go back to sleep

and then he flings his whole arm over and WHACKS you hard in the face

"TWEEK??"

"nhg..,"

he just randomly jerks in his sleep, wakes up for a second and falls back asleep

it's very startling

sometimes you have to hold him down with your arms

he loves it



— ⛧ t. black

actually a super chill guy to sleep with

he's enjoyable to have over

you'll both be studying for midterm exams next week, and he yawns

"it's like. ten. do you just wanna spend the night here?"

"is that, uh- is that okay with you?"

"yeah, my room's upstairs. i'll meet you up there in a sec"

he'll text his mom that he's spending the night because he's actually responsible

gets a little embarassed to sleep in your bed

but a win is a win

gets a LOT embarassed when you get in bed with him

falls asleep pretty fast actually

he's a relatively normal sleeper

spends like 30 minutes in the bathroom washing his face and stuff before he goes to bed

"do you have cleanser?"

sleeps like a rock

except for when he randomly talks

like TALKS. clear as day

scares you shitless

"y/n."

'tolkien??? are you up still??"

"why would you do that."

"do what??"

"grape juice"

and then he'd roll over and go back to sleep

does not remember any of his nighttime conversations in the morning

"i said that? are you sure?"



— ⛧ j. valmer

fell asleep on your couch in the middle of a horror movie

to your dismay

because when you turned away from the screen and grab at him in fear, he's SNORING. his ass is SNORING as the clown violently murders the main character.

"jimmy!"

"what?"

you just make a jokingly-angry face at him.

"it's late. can't i ju-just stay h-h-here?"

"well- i mean, sure, but you can't just sleep on the couch, dude. come up to my room, i'll show you."

"re-really?"

grins ear to ear

hes so down bad for you

almost implodes when you lean his crutches against the door and make sure they won't fall

DOES implode when you get in next to him

he smells like dish soap but in a good way

like citrus

you tell him so, and to that he makes a stupid "orange-you happy i'm here" joke

"jimmy, go to sleep."

"f-fine."

makes sure he's got the elastics for his braces in

in the middle of the night he'll whisper your name

"y/n r u still up"

"yeah what"

"i just thought of something really funny"

it gets old so fast but it's okay he's cute



— ⛧ c. donovan

crashes at 8pm after insisting he can pull an all-nighter

refuses to get up unless you drag him by his ankles

and even then he'll lay on the floor like a dead fish

so you just let him stay

meticulously brushes his hair sideways with wet fingers to make sure he doesn't wake up with a bedhead in front of you

he does anyway.

you walk up behind him as he moves his hair "whatcha doin?"

he jumps THREE FEET and whirls around

"nothing!" as if he's hiding a government secret or sum

once you guys r in bed he stops acting all tough and cool and just freaks out

his back will be turned but he's beet red

breathes really loudly when he falls asleep

and sleeps in ATROCIOUS positions

you'll wake up with his foot on your chest and the blanket flipped upside down

someone needs to belt this boy down to the bed or something

he's really a cute sleeper though

sometimes you wake up and see him face-down in a pillow and move him over to make sure he doesn't like. suffocate

and then he wakes up to you on top of him with no context

"....y/n?"



[niki-phoria]

pairing: leon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort/fluff word count: 941

warnings: one cuss word, mentions of blood, canon typical violence, very brief description of reader having a panic attack

includes: re2 leon, they're supposed to be in the basement of the police department yk, are the infected monsters or zombies ?? i call them zombies in this, finally finished re4 so i've been playing re2 dklndslks thinking about playing elden ring too

a/n: big thank you to 🍬 anon for the idea i hope you like it !!

summary: leon comforting you after you get attacked

requests open !! read my rules first

“fuck!” every nerve in your body ignites as a zombie jumps onto you from the darkness. it’s a woman - or the remains of one. she has a giant gash against her cheek and a deep bite wound in her shoulder where she was bitten. 

“y/n!” you can barely hear leon over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. the woman snarls as her body hovers over yours. you push against her, desperately trying to keep her away from you. her teeth gnash and she scratches desperately at you. you raise your knee up in an attempt to kick her off of you, successfully throwing her far enough to reach for your gun. it feels so far away. too far. 

your savior comes in the form of a familiar blonde - leon - throwing the zombie off of you and firing a few shots into her head. you take the opportunity to scramble to your feet, following his lead. 

the snarls of more of the undead forcefully bring you back to reality. it feels like there are hundreds of them - all swarming, biting, clawing at you. you fire off a few shots into the hoard as leon reaches over to grab your arm. “let’s go!” he shouts over their snarls as he pulls you along with him through the precinct in a desperate search for safety. 

you’re given a short reprieve when you turn another sharp corner. leon all but drags you into the room before you slam the door shut behind him. it’s the remains of an office; likely belonging to a superior officer as evidenced by the couch in the corner and large wooden desk. “help me with this,” he says, gesturing to a large metal shelf. you rush over to him, leaning against the wall as you shove it against the door. the zombies pounding against it from the outside only spur you to move faster. 

leon coaxes you to stand behind him and back away from the door. it’s only after a few seconds of the door holding steady that you finally let out a small breath of relief. he reaches over, taking your hand into his and gently squeezing it. a reminder - i’ve got you. you’re safe now.

“we can’t kill them all,” he sighs, leaning to look out of the windowed door further into the zombie-infested hallway. “let’s try to find somewhere safe. get some rest for the night.” 

“okay,” you nod. leon shines his flashlight through the window again before turning back to you with a small nod. slowly, you push the door open before slipping out of the room and back into the precinct’s winding basement hallways. 

finding a secluded area is easy enough. you lock yourselves in a small room that was formerly used to monitor prisoners in the jail cells. leon pushes another shelf to barricade the doors while you search through the various cabinets. thankfully, there’s a small stash of handgun ammunition and another small combat knife that you pocket. 

finally in silence, the adrenaline coursing through your veins begins to slow. the anxiety and fear you had been repressing suddenly comes at you full force. your hands tremble and your heart rate speeds up - the beginning signs of a panic attack. desperate for some sort of relief, you sit down and attempt to take a few breaths to calm yourself.

“y/n?” leon is quick to notice your change in emotion, setting his gun aside and kneeling down beside you. “hey, y/n,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. his touch is gentle - careful - as if you’re a feral animal about to flee. he wipes a stray tear away from your eyes. 

“leon,” you choke out, throwing your arms around his shoulders. your tears stain against the thick kevlar of his body armor. the material feels rough against your skin, though at the moment neither of you care. he wraps his arms around your waist a little tighter as you bury your face into his neck. 

“breathe, honey,” he coaxes your head away from his shoulder and brings his hands up to gently hold your face. “just breathe.” 

you take a few shaky breaths, forcing the air into your lungs. leon demonstrates a few deep breaths that you do your best to follow until your head isn’t dizzy anymore and your body doesn’t feel like it’s constricting into itself. once you’ve relaxed a little you pull him back into a hug, desperate for the feeling of safety that comes with leon’s arms around you. 

“it’s okay. i’ve got you,” he brings a hand up to rub against your back. it’s become a habit since you first became friends and later started dating. “you’re gonna be okay.” 

the words repeat in your head like a mantra. you cling onto leon a little tighter as he leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead. you sniffle, pulling away just enough to frantically wipe the tears from your cheeks. “i’m sorry,” you whisper. it’s feels pathetic - crying against your boyfriend - but it feels impossible to stop. 

“don’t apologize,” leon gently coaxes you back into his hold. “it’s okay. we’re safe now. they can’t hurt us in here.” 

you sniffle as you nod. “i love you.” 

leon shifts so his back is against the wall instead of yours. you lean your head against his chest as he wraps his arms around you to keep your body close to him. “i love you too,” he whispers. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i’ll get us out of here. i promise.”

[imagine-you]

you and me and all of these living dead [Logan/Reader; Bucky Barnes/Reader] (2/2)

Summary: You've been running from Logan for years. When the virus struck, you never would have thought that Logan would join the leagues of the living dead. Now, he's following you wherever you go, forcing you to stay at least one step ahead of him to avoid a confrontation. It doesn't help that in the years since Logan turned, you've found peace with Bucky, and Logan is less than pleased at the prospect of losing you. When you're kidnapped and forced to use your power for a rogue group of scavengers, Bucky and Logan will have to learn to put their differences aside in order to save you. Word Count: 4.3k Author's Notes: A Marvel Zombies/What If: Zombies fic. The third fic in a series of spinoffs from my main fic in my Home 'verse that explores different Wolverine variants and their relationships with the reader in their universes.

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You could hear the moan of the undead, their gnashing teeth and outstretched hands eager for a way to sate their hunger.  

"That's a hell of a lot of dead fucks," Logan observed, looking over your shoulder at the crowd of zombies in front of you.  

"Thankfully they'll be easy to handle," you told him.  

What was left of the X-Men were moving out in search of another sanctuary. If there were other mutants or superpowered zombies in the crowd, it would have meant one hell of a fight, but they were just normal humans turned ravenous creatures.  

"You nearly passed out last time," Logan reminded you. "I don't like this." 

"It's our only choice now," you told him. "We're losing people left and right, Logan. We can't afford to lose anyone else now."  

"Doesn't mean I want you pushing yourself too hard," he grumbled, watching as Remy shut the back doors of the van.  

Your team had dwindled to a depressingly low number and now all of you could fit in just one vehicle.  

"I know you'll be there to stop me from going too far," you told him. "I trust you, Logan." 

Logan studied you for a moment before he sighed. "Alright, let's get this over with, then." 

He waved at the team in the van, letting them know it was time. If Erik had been with you, then he simply would have lifted the van and let it go wherever. But he had left in search of salvation, promising Charles that he would be back. Making a promise like that was as good as a death sentence, but you still hoped that he would return to the group one day.  

Rogue pulled the van up to the gates and Logan pressed the button to open them. He hadn't left your side, keeping a careful watch on you as you put your hands out in front of you. You used your power to send out a repulsion field, scattering zombies, and managed to even kill some when your forcefield ripped right through them.  

It left the way forward clear, but exerting that much power left black spots dancing on the edges of your vision. You felt yourself begin to tilt to the side, the ground rushing up to meet you, before Logan's arms wrapped around your waist.  

"I got you," Logan assured you, already beginning to pull you in the direction of the van.  

"I know," you muttered, fighting the urge to succumb to sleep. "You always catch me." 

You woke with a groan. Your head felt like someone was repeatedly hitting it with a hammer and your pulse was pounding so furiously you could feel it resonate through your whole body. There was an awful taste in your mouth and all you wanted was a glass of water to chase away the desert that had taken up residence there.  

"You're finally awake," the woman from before said. You had nearly forgotten about the kidnapping, but now just hearing her voice, you wanted nothing more than to kill her.  

Bucky had been left behind with a whole horde of zombies because of this woman and her goons. If anything happened to Bucky because of her, you would enjoy ripping her apart with your power.  

You managed to lift your head, realizing that you were tied to a chair. You curled your lip up in a snarl before attempting to use your power, but the woman pressed a button, and a jolt shot through you. It stung and left you reeling, your head hanging low for a moment before you could lift it again.  

"What the hell am I doing here?" You groaned, fighting the pull of unconsciousness. It wouldn’t help you now to pass out again and it sure as hell wouldn’t get you any answers.  

The woman watched you for a moment before she smiled. It sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you feeling unsettled.  

"You're here to protect us, of course," she answered, as if it had been obvious from the start.  

"Protect you?" You would rather do anything else, and from the way the woman chuckled, you knew she could read that much from your disbelieving expression.  

"Well, after our last protector died, we kind of needed a new one," the woman mused with a smirk. "And who better to protect us than someone exactly like her? Forcefields," she clarified when you shot her a confused look.  

"Sue," you realized, thinking about the distress signal. "You killed Sue and then you used her to get to me." 

"We didn’t kill her so much as she just burned out one day. A necessary loss," the woman claimed with a tilt of her head as she observed you. "I've heard you're more powerful. You should last longer than she did." 

You tried to move, but she shocked you again, leaving you shaking and in pain. "Why the fuck would I do a damn thing for you? You can't make me use my power. Especially not to keep you safe. You’ve got a funny way of asking for favors, you know that?" 

"Oh, but we can force you to use your power for us," the woman argued with a satisfied grin. "We've got our own scientists who have been working on a cure, but they can't do the work if they're worrying about dying every single second of their lives. So, they came up with a few fun little experiments that will let us control you superpowered freaks." 

You groaned, rolling your head forward to stare down at your knees. "You're one of those, aren't you?" 

The woman only deigned to quirk an eyebrow at you in question when you snuck a peek at her. 

"You hate mutants," you supplied for her. “You think we’re freaks and should have been forced to register ourselves or locked up in some kind of institution somewhere being studied. You want us gone. Obsolete,” you continued when she merely stared at you.  

"Before the apocalypse, I didn't. I marched your rights. I signed petitions and called state senators and did everything I could to ensure that you would have the same rights as I did. I thought, after all, you’re just people. People the system had failed. People who needed help." 

"And then after the apocalypse?" You prompted, having a pretty good guess where she was going with her attempt to justify killing people with superpowers so she could live.  

"You superpowered freaks released the virus," she hissed, leaning forward until she was in your space. 

"There it is," you sighed, knowing that technically the person who released the virus didn't have a power, but he did have the tech to travel the quantum realm. You didn't begrudge Hank his trip to attempt to save his wife, but you wished he had done a bit more research on the quantum realm before setting out on his rescue mission.  

The woman reached out, taking your chin in her hand and forcing you to look at her. "It's people like you who killed our world. I don't care how many of you we have to burn through to survive. You owe us." 

You laughed, jerking your chin free of her hold. There was a feeling you got whenever Logan was near and it was quickly rising up with you, so dizzyingly fast that you didn’t even have time to be grateful for what was about to be one hell of a distraction. You knew, somehow, that he was close and getting ready to find you. You didn’t even feel sorry this time for whoever was stupid enough to stand in his way. With any luck, Bucky would be right on his heels, and you would live to see another day.  

"You really know how to pick them, don't you," you told her. “I mean, what's one superhero traded for the lives of what? A dozen or so people? But this time, you chose the wrong one. You fucked up.” 

She arched an eyebrow at you. "And what is that supposed to mean?" 

"It means," you started, hearing the telltale sound of a crash followed by a scream. "That you're all going to die now." 

There were more screams and the sound of a gun firing. The woman's eyes had gone wide, fearful, no longer filled with the arrogance of having the upper hand. You took advantage of her distraction to remove yourself from your restraints by pushing out with a forcefield. It was easy to unhook the IV you didn't even realize had been stuck in the crook of your arm. You were sure it was full of drugs to make you compliant, but you didn’t feel like playing along anymore.  

You were tired and you wanted to go home wherever the hell that happened to be and you wanted to see Bucky alive and whole and unscathed. You were terrified at the prospect of having to see Logan again, but also thrilled that he had caught you when it mattered most.  

You still felt unsteady as you rose to your feet, but your anger burned bright and fast, allowing you to reach out with your power. You used a forcefield to slam the woman into a wall, keeping her pinned.  

"Please, don't do this," the woman begged, prompting an amused smile from you.  

"You know, Sue didn't have anyone. The rest of the Fantastic Four were either dead or zombified. So, you got lucky, I'll give you that. But there's something you don't know about me and it’s what’s gonna cost you now." 

You kept pushing in with your forcefield, knowing the woman was going to start struggling to breathe at any moment. You kept the pressure at her ribs and chest, wanting to make it all as painful as possible for her. Sue’s recording hadn’t been faked and you knew without a doubt that she had begged for her life and freedom up until her death.  

You owed no mercy to her captors.   

"What's that?" The woman croaked, going limp in your hold.  

"That I’ve got people out there who would kill for me and they'll always find me. And if the Winter Soldier doesn't kill every last one of your people for kidnapping and then trying to kill me, then the Wolverine sure as hell will." 

"But Wolverine is dead," the woman pointed out, the steady pressure at her chest causing her to sound breathless.  

"Less dead and more undead," you told her, feeling a smirk tug at the corners of her lips. "You, on the other hand," you started before finally letting your forcefield contract, breaking through her chest and crushing her against the concrete wall, "are dead."  

It didn't feel like it was nearly enough to avenge Sue and the countless others the group had obviously killed in a bid for survival, but you felt just the tiniest bit better knowing she would never kill another.  

You left the room, following the sound of screams and snarls and gunshots down one corridor and then the next until you found the main room. It was another abandoned warehouse, you realized, except it was filled with tents and lab equipment and a small armory.  

Most of the people in the room were already dead, but there was one last survivor who hadn’t yet been taken out by Bucky or Logan.  

You spotted Bucky first, the shield held tight in his grasp as he kept his gun up in the other hand, training it on the guy who had a gun already fixed on him. Bucky stayed absolutely still, not wanting to prompt the other man to shoot him. It looked like the man was determined to get out of the situation alive, but from the way his hand was shaking, you knew he was terrified.  

"You can't do this! We've worked for years on a serum and--," his words were cut off when Logan rushed out from a side corridor and sunk his claws into the man's sides. The man choked on his next words before Logan gave a rumble of satisfaction and surged forward to sink his teeth into the man's jugular.  

You winced and looked away, not wanting to see Logan give in to the hunger. Bucky kept the shield up as he backed away from Logan, attempting to get back to you.  

"Sweetheart, you alright?" Bucky asked, not taking his eyes from Logan. It was smart. Now that the first threat had been neutralized, you knew that Logan had been upgraded to the main concern in Bucky's mind. There was no way Bucky would turn his back on him.  

For good reason, you couldn't help but think, as Logan turned away from the dead guy and set his sights on Bucky.  

"I'm safe," you confirmed for Bucky, stealing Logan's attention for only a moment.  

It was when Logan narrowed his eyes at Bucky that you realized what was going on in his mind. As far as Logan was concerned, the only person standing between you and Logan was Bucky.  

Logan lunged at Bucky before you could try to stop him. His teeth clamped down on Bucky's metal arm as his claws attempted to pierce the shield. Bucky had been ready for him, keeping his feet planted as Logan attempted to swipe at him. Logan finally got tired of that tactic and rammed himself into Bucky, sending him through a wall.  

You noticed that Bucky never once went for his gun and you felt even more conflicted with the knowledge that Bucky wasn't going to try to put down Logan as long as you still loved him. You didn’t even know if a bullet to the brain would do any good. Logan’s regenerative ability might not be able to accommodate the virus, but did it still work on bullet wounds? 

"Bucky," you started, cutting yourself off when Bucky didn't immediately reappear.  

Logan was already shuffling towards you and you backed up, any defense you might be able to use with your power completely forgotten at getting your first full look of Logan in years. He still wore the cowl, but most of his jaw was now exposed. You could see his bones peeking out through his tattered X-Men uniform and what was left of his flesh had decayed, leaving only a shell of the Logan you used to know.  

You kept backing up until you hit the wall, your heart racing with terror.  

Logan froze for just a moment in his pursuit of you before he continued forward again. He seemed more hesitant and when he finally reached you, his touch was oddly gentle. He let his claws retract as he brought his hands up to cup your face. You hadn't been this close to Logan in years and all you could feel was fear infused with a confusing sense of longing.  

"Please," you begged, turning your face to the side, no longer able to look at him.  

"Please?" He echoed, his voice gruff and ending on a rasp.  

"Please don't bite me," you clarified, knowing that it was what he was thinking about. It was the only thing most zombies could think about. Biting and tearing and eating and consuming. You didn’t want your story with Logan to end like that, but you were horrified at the thought that you might not have a choice.  

Logan didn't say anything or move for a moment before he turned your face towards him. He looked sad, you realized, melancholy evident in the downturn of his lips and the slump of his shoulders. It was always a mindfuck seeing any of the undead display more human characteristics, but it just seemed downright cruel with Logan.  

"I don't want to," Logan admitted, his voice coming out as a growl more than anything. "But it's so strong and it's all I can think about," he seethed, his grip on you tightening.  

You could see it all unfold before you. Logan, not able to resist the pull of hunger, biting you after years of longing. You, changing, and becoming the monster you feared more than anything. Bucky, left alone to pick up the pieces, or worse, put you down before you could turn anyone.  

Before Logan could move any closer, he was suddenly pushed off you by the shield digging into his side and propelling him away from you. You felt helpless for the first time in a long while as you watched Logan launch himself at Bucky. Bucky pulled the shield from Logan's side before using it to bounce him back.  

It felt like there was a moment where everything went still. Logan was crouched on the floor, his gaze fixed right on Bucky, and Bucky had moved so his back was to you, and he was once again standing between you and Logan.  

The tension snapped and suddenly Bucky and Logan were at it again. Bucky brought the shield down, nearly dislocating Logan's shoulder, and Logan managed to sink his claws into Bucky's thigh. Bucky let out a cry of pain, but he kept pushing forward, punching Logan in the face over and over against with his metal fist.  

You knew, suddenly, that neither of them would stop until the other was dead. This wasn't simply a fight for survival, but a fight for you. You loved them both so much and you wouldn't dare let either one of them hurt the other.  

"James," you called, stalling the fight by gaining both of their attentions.  

Bucky had his arm held defensively in front of him and Logan had his claws raised, ready to attack again. But now both were looking right at you because you had called their name.  

You were quick to use a forcefield to separate the two, pushing both to opposite sides of the room. Logan looked pissed, but Bucky merely looked exasperated, as if he had expected it to happen at some point.  

You didn't even know who you meant to talk to. Both men, who shared your heart so equally, but one more unattainable to you than the other. You considered both of them for a moment, knowing what you had to do, but hating that it would only hurt you more.  

You started walking towards Logan, noticing Bucky's dejected look he quickly schooled behind a mask of steel.  

You dropped the forcefield containing Logan, ignoring the way it made your heart thump harder in your chest. You were going to take a leap of faith and hope that Logan wouldn't try to bite your face off.  

"Logan," you started, coming to a stop just in front of him.  

His shoulders were tensed and his teeth were bared, but he was visibly keeping himself still under sheer force of will. You knew that the hunger that drove all the living dead was their only purpose. It was what kept them endlessly searching and roaming, ready for the next way to sate it. Logan not immediately trying to kill you was likely driving him insane, but you were foolish enough to think that it was because he loved you.  

"Logan," you continued, wondering just how far you could go before you were crossing the line from stupid into dangerous. "I love you. I've loved you all this time and I don't think that's ever gonna stop. And one day, I'll find a way to cure you, save you," you amended with a grimace. You glanced over your shoulder, catching Bucky watching the pair of you with a hint of despair in his expression. "But I love him too," you told Logan, turning to look at him again. "And I have to go with him now." 

Logan snarled at that and you caught the way he curled his hands into fists. You knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control and you would have to be ready.  

"I don't share," Logan growled, taking a step towards you.  

"It's not about that," you refuted with a quick shake of your head. When Logan took another step towards you, you sealed him off with a forcefield again. "I love both of you and I can't lose either one of you. You can keep chasing after me if you want, but I'm not leaving him. And when we do get a cure for you, because we will, then we'll figure it out. But for now, I have to leave." 

Logan roared and began to hit your forcefield over and over, attempting to break it down. You knew he wouldn't go anywhere without you wanting him to, though, so you took an extra moment just to look at him.  

He wasn't the Logan from your dreams and he wasn't the Logan from your memories. But in a way, he was still Logan, and you still loved him.  

"Goodbye, Logan," you told him, before finally turning your back on him. You ignored the way it made your chest feel tight and your throat close up with the emotions you were trying to choke down. You took a deep breath before walking towards Bucky, grateful that he was still patiently waiting for you. You felt such an immeasurable swell of love for him that you didn't even know what to do with the feeling.  

"You alright?" He checked once you dropped the forcefield keeping him from you. He glanced over your shoulder to watch Logan trying to escape. "That seemed intense." 

"It was," you conceded with a sad smile. "But I needed to say goodbye. I never really got that chance before." 

Bucky considered you for a moment before reaching out, ignoring Logan's snarl of outrage. He reeled you in close until you could fall into his embrace. You let Bucky hold you, knowing that he would help keep you from falling apart like you so desperately wanted to.  

"How did you even find me?" You wondered, knowing that the last time you saw Bucky, he had been overwhelmed by zombies.  

"When I got out of that warehouse, I knew that there was someone out there who always found you. He was following you, so I followed him, and we managed to keep from killing each other long enough to save you." 

"And the others?" You couldn't help but ask, knowing that the situation at the other warehouse had been less than ideal.  

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder. "We lost Sharon and nearly lost Happy, but Nat and the spider kid are fine."  

"Fuck," you sighed, hating that Sharon had died in a trap that had been designed for you. "I'm sorry." 

"Not your fault," Bucky assured you before starting to lead you out of the room.  

"These people were working on a cure, Buck," you told him, bringing him to a halt. "There's stuff here we should bring back to Hope." 

Bucky took a moment to look around the room before shooting an uncertain look at the still-contained Logan. Bucky grimaced at whatever he saw before he reluctantly nodded his head. "Let's make it quick, then. The others are waiting for us a few blocks over." 

"I'm surprised Nat didn't try to follow you in here," you told him, knowing that she had a hard time getting sidelined when someone on the team was in trouble.  

"I didn't want her getting mixed up with Logan," Bucky responded, making his way over towards a makeshift lab table. He grabbed a bag and emptied it before starting to shove in random papers.  

"Smart," you praised, helping Bucky ransack the room, all the while carefully not looking at Logan. The faster you got to leave the warehouse, the sooner you could let Logan free. Hopefully, by that time, you would be on the way back to the compound.  

Later, as you followed Bucky back towards wherever the van had been parked, he reached out to grab your hand with the one not holding onto the shield.  

"I know that was hard for you," he started, shooting you a wary glance.  

"It was," you allowed, squeezing Bucky's hand in yours. "I couldn't do any of this without you, you know. I love you. Nothing’s going to change that." 

Bucky offered you a small, genuine smile that held just the tiniest bit of relief. "I love you too."  

Silence fell over the pair of you again. Both of you were trying to listen for the moan of the undead, but you knew there was something on Bucky's mind he was working up the nerve to say.  

"You know, Hope's not the only one trying to find a cure," he started, his grip on your hand tightening with nerves. "I've heard Wakanda's getting real close. Maybe," he said, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, "maybe we can think about relocating to another country this time." 

"Wakanda," you mused, wondering if Logan would find a way to follow you there too. You knew that it was something Bucky must desperately need if he was actually asking for it. Falling in love with a girl who had a lovesick zombie following her around everywhere couldn’t be easy on him. If he needed a little distance from Logan because you were too stupid to do it yourself, then it was the least you could do for him after everything. “It sounds like a good idea to me,” you finally continued, knowing it was the right decision if you wanted to preserve your relationship with Bucky.  

Bucky shot you a relieved grin before pulling you around a corner, the van suddenly in sight. You wondered if the others would join you or if it was just going to be you and Bucky setting out for Wakanda. Bucky at your side was really all you needed, but it wasn’t all you were going to get. 

You knew, deep down, that it was never going to be just the two of you. You had a feeling that no matter where you went, Logan would follow in your wake. 

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Jily Microfic March 30: Inferior

@jilymicrofics, 300 words. On AO3. 🦡💛

“What are you doing out here by yourself?”

The angry hiss comes seemingly from nowhere, startling her. Heart madly beating in her throat, Lily whirls around, her wand at the ready—only to see a scowling James Potter.

“I’m patrolling,” she snaps. Her fear’s morphing into irritation now and she props her hands on her hips.

“Alone? Aren’t you supposed to go in pairs?”

She shrugs. “Remus was feeling poorly.”

“So you decided to go on alone?” His hazel eyes flash and his hand shakes a little as he rakes it through his messy hair. “Are you stupid?”

“Excuse me ?”

“You shouldn’t wander about at night by yourself!” James spits, jaw clenched.

“A bit of a pot calling kettle there, Potter,” Lily scoffs.

James shakes his head, cheeks flushed. “I can handle myself—“

“Oh!” Lily cuts in, cold derision colouring every syllable. “And you think I can’t?”

“No!” He looks insulted. “That’s not—You’re brilliant, Evans, but you’re—“

Lily steps close and prods his chest with an accusing finger. “I’m what? A weakling? A Muggleborn? A girl ?”

He throws up his arms and gnashes his teeth. “You’re infuriating, that’s what you are! Stop putting words in my mouth.” He leans close, levelling her with a dark glare. “You are a target, Evans. There are people in this castle who’d really like to hurt you.”

The tension in Lily’s shoulders eases a fraction. “I know. But if I let that keep me from going about my life, I’m letting the bastards win.”

“For fuck’s sake, Evans! There’s a difference between giving in to fear and staying safe. Don’t be a brave fool—!”

Lily grabs the front of his robes. “Shut up, Potter.”

Touched by his worry for her and riding on adrenaline, Lily’s lips crash against James’ in a bruising kiss.

[lipglossanon]

Thinking about hybrid Leons and muzzles.

For puppy Leon, you do it because his mouth is basically attached to your cunt 25/8. He begs to fall asleep suckling it, he begs to lick it good morning in the morning, and he begs to make out with it when he sees you after to work. Your clit is becoming constantly engorged, sticking out through your panties, and it’s /so/ sensitive. You tell Leon that he can still use his puppy cock with you, since you can never deny either of you the feeling of him knotting you, but he’s wearing a muzzle for a bit to make sure your clit heals a bit. He’s begging for anything else, he promises he’ll be a good boy and just suck on your pussy lips, just stick his tongue inside, you can’t deny him his favorite meal, please! But you know if you let his mouth anywhere near your pussy, he’ll suck your soul out your clit, and you would be too horny to stop him. So you have a pouty little puppy humping you like his life depends on it, his tongue trying to slip out through the muzzle to at least taste your skin but he can’t reach and he’s already to fucked dumb to understand why and he’s whining and whimpering and crying for a taste of you. Finally, you just grab your drenched panties and stuff them through the muzzle to get him to shut up, and he slobbers all over them like they are the only thing keeping him alive. Puppy needs a taste of you more than he needs to knot you, and that’s saying something.

For dog Leon, you have to do it because he can’t stop himself from biting you and honestly the wounds are getting a bit excessive since y’all fuck so much. Not to mention, you have an important event coming up with a lot of people, which makes Leon more possessive which means he gets more ruthless with his bites, breaking the skin to show off the indents of his teeth for days. You finally put your foot down with the muzzle, and say either he wears it to make sure he doesn’t bite, or you don’t duck until after the event is over. He’s pissed, wanting nothing more than to hold you down and put you in your place with his teeth holding the back of your neck, you’re his to fuck and mark as much as he wants. But you stay firm, telling him you won’t back down from this, that you will safe word out of the situation because the bites are starting to effect you physically and financially (since it will effect your job). He growls, more so at the fact he has to wear a muzzle because you don’t trust his self-control (rightfully so he reluctantly agrees) than you setting a firm boundary (he makes a mental note to tell you he is proud and happy that you expressed a boundary with him and that you were willing to use your safe word even when he seemed aggressive, because he may be driven by his instincts but he still loves you and needs you to feel safe and respected in this relationship). He’s mashing his teeth, snarling and trying to bite at you as he fucks into you violently. He’s cum twice but it doesn’t feel the same, nothing is satisfying if he can’t feel the give of your skin at his teeth, can’t taste your sweat on his tongue. His dirty talking is worse than it’s ever been now that he doesn’t have the ability to muffle it with your neck, and if you weren’t so knot drunk maybe you’d be more scandalized by it, but right now you’re only capable of cumming around your dog man’s fat dick

- 🐶

🐶 anon!! 🙌 🙌 😌 🙌 🙌

Oh my 🥴 🥴

Puppy Leon is so desperate 😩 😩 he just needs you so bad 😩

and dogman Leon being angry and snarling and gnashing his teeth while he fucks you? So hot 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 🤤

I love you 🐶 anon 😌

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*knock knock* trick or treeeeaaaaat ☠️ 🍬 🏚️ 👻 🫣 🎃 💀👀

🎃👻Your little 🍬treatie🍬 shall be a snippet from my 'they should be at the club' self indulgent skk fic 👻🎃 It kinda just...ends, because I haven't written further than that, but I hope you like what is there.

In the early hours of the morning in one of Yokohama's districts known for it's nightlife, a compact man with a deep scowl on his freckled face, was weaving in and out of the mass of people. He had been searching up and down this street for the last 40 minutes, head swivelling around trying to locate someone, but was disadvantaged by being at least a head shorter than most of the crowd.

He was also impeded numerous times by the approach of giggling drunks trying to get his number or convince him to join their group drinking. It was irritating, but he was used to the attention, it was hard to avoid when one stood out as he did. His fiery red hair and freckles were a rare sight in Japan, and he knew the choker at his throat also caught the eye, but could not bring himself to remove it to draw less attention, he had worn it for so long it felt like an actual part of him.

At that thought his fingers came up to idly play with the thin strip adorning his neck, and was reminded of who had given it to him, causing his anger, temporarily abated while fending off his latest admirer, to come back in full force. ‘Over 40 minutes late, to a joint operation his fucking agency asked for help on, Dazai is getting his ass kicked,’ he furiously thought, once again vainly trying to find Dazai over the sea of heads. 

‘Fuck this,’ he muttered as a red glow enveloped him. Using his ability in a street full of ordinary people would cause a disturbance, Mori would certainly have words for him when the mafia employees who were staked out at several local establishments for various contracts reported this back. But with Chuuya’s mounting anger it was rapidly becoming a choice between using his ability to levitate sedately over the crowd for a better vantage point, or keeping up his search and then losing his shit and throwing people around with gravity until he unearthed Dazai.

But his feet never left the ground, the red haze dissipating as quickly as it had formed, Chuuya almost stumbled, his body feeling awkward and heavy when he had been expecting to be weightless. Confused, he tried to ascend again with no success. Then it clicked, he gnashed his teeth, his face twisting in fury as he spun around, leg kicking out towards the space directly behind him, almost making contact with the body that had occupied that space until a fraction of a second ago.

“Nee, Chuuya, kicking me is no way to pay me back for stopping you from doing something stupid. We’re supposed to keep a low profile tonight, remember.  Although, the man, Dazai, overtly looked him up and down, “It’s a bit hard to keep a low profile when you’re dressed like that. Those pants look glued on, and a leather jacket, really? Ohhh, did you get dressed up for little old me, I’m flattered, ” Dazai continued, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly. 

‘Urrgh shut up asshole, you told me to wear something that I’d wear on a night out, to fit in with the rest of this lot,’ Chuuya gestured  to the surrounding people. ‘This…this is what I would wear, this is an outfit regular people would wear, right?,’ Halfway through Chuuya’s tone switched from angry and confrontational, to more uncertain, and his face slightly flushed, barely visible in the dim multicolored lighting from the surrounding venues. 

Dazai takes pity on Chuuya and chooses not to mention that Chuuya didn’t deny the outfit was to impress Dazai. He wouldn’t believe him anyway, Dazai has made his feelings about those pants very obvious whenever he got the chance to see Chuuya in them.