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ೀ⋆OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS ━━ yoichi isagi + overstimulation !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. yoichi isagi + overstimulation. if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way! (5.6K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, street-racer!au, exes to lovers, toxic relationships, overstimulation, scratching, fingering, sweat kink, pain kink, food play (candy), dry humping, multiple/forced orgasms, oral sex (f!recieving), public sex, possesive sex, unprotected sex, street racer + fem!reader, ex boyfriend + street racer!yoichi isagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. slay! the third kinktober installment is here! i hope you guys like this one, isagi makes me so dizzy...i think he has the bes dirty talk!! enjoy mwah mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

there’s something about street racing that just…gets you off.

you’ve always enjoyed its thrill, the way having control over the wheel makes you feel when you push yourself to top speeds. adrenaline becomes your new dopamine. like a drug injected straight into your veins — driving makes you feel high. more alive than anything.

the glamourous pink S2K that you drive is your lover, the unpredictable twists and turns of the race course — your best friend. you adore beating men at their own game and looking absolutely fucking stunning at the same time. though, what you love the most, is the thrill of chasing after yoichi isagi.

next to you — your on and off boyfriend, isagi, is probably the best street racer in town. an unpolished gem of untapped potential and a beast of a driver. though with a man like that, competitiveness between you both comes easy — like a third party in your own relationship. its been that way since you met, the two of you falling into the toxic cycle of, racing, winning fucking and breaking up.

and as bad as it sounds, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you lose tonight, precious,” isagi wipes the grease from his knuckles with a rag as he approaches your car, cocking his head to the side with a smile so twisted it sends a pang of heat from your head to your core. together or not, he’s always had this effect on you — like a fog sweeping over your mind or the oceans waves pulling you under. “and we get back together.”

“boy, don’t you know i have a race to win?” leaning over the hood of your car, it’s your turn to tilt your head to the side — like a puppy dog, mocking him. your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you peer up at him, the pink of your tongue wrapping around finding a centre point for the bubblegum you’re blowing. it pops on its own. all the while, a flirtatious confidence seeps from your bones into the night air, luring isagi into your usual game of cat and mouse right before you’re due to race. “i don’t need any distractions, ‘ichi.”

you can’t help but revel in the way that he shudders upon hearing your name drip from his lips, like the finest and purest form of honey. out of all the girls he’s ever known, you’re the only one who gets him riled up like this without even trying — activating his raw instincts, that carnal desire he always has for you that he keeps locked away whenever you’re not together.

“baby,” crouching down to your height, isagi smirks as your predatory gaze follows his actions like a vixen in the night. “you know i’d never mess up a race of yours on purpose.” one of his elbows comes up to rest on your hood, the glittery vinyl stickers reflecting against the deep ocean blue in his eyes. your ex lets the weight of his head rest in his palm, a faux pout on his lips as he speaks to you. “how about it, wanna make a bet?”

you inch closer, close enough for isagi to catch a the whiff of strawberry candy in your breath over the thick sexual tension brewing between you both. “wha’do i get if i win?” you hum slyly, blowing another bubble into the face of your ex lover.

yoichi mirrors your movements, sliding closer to you so that he lick through your bubblegum, landing a breath’s width away from your sugar-coated and syrupy lips. “you win, ‘n i promise to leave you alone forever.” he rasps, pushing past the lustful tone lodged in his throat.

standing to your full height, you ruffle his midnight locks with a condescending air about it. “oh baby, you’re so silly.” the superlicious murder slips from between your perfectly glossed lips before you even think to stop it, accompanied by your light laughter. testing your man’s patience has always been your strong suit.

but before you have a chance to walk away, isagi hooks his fingers through your belt loops and tugs you flush against his tone frame — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “what, you don’t like those terms?” he huffs. “i thought they were perfectly reasonable.

“it’s just that… it’s cute that you think winning me back works that way.” shaking your head, you fail to let isagi have the last word and finally manage to pull yourself from the tendrils of his grip before you become putty in his arms and a mess under his gaze — that twisted mix of annoyance and desire already turning within your stomach, oozing into your nether regions in the form of liquid lust.

“fuck me,” a breathless and playful chuckle resounds in isagi’s throat like a tune base boosted on the stereo, only interrupted by a slick statement that serves to frustrate you even more. “so you’re sayin’ you don’t miss playin’ with my joystick?” he calls out to you while you’re still in eyeshot of his cerulean orbs — the ones that track the sway of your hips as you walk away from him. isagi wants nothing more than to dig his fingertips into the fat at your waist, pull your hips over his hardening cock as blood pulses through it and make you eat those words.

but he also knows, and from experience, the more pissed off you are — the better you’ll race and the more you’ll want to fuck him later on.

“i’ll start missing it when you get the right set of tools.” you sing back, sending a wink his way as you hope into the driver's seat of your precious pink baby, shooing off the girls who’d helped you prep your S2K for the race. he watches as you wave to your competitors, buttering them up with your charm before you leave them in the dust.

and even though he has no right to be jealous — especially when you’re broken up like this, isagi can’t help but want admit to you how seeing you race makes him feel. like now — how you drive right up rin itoshi’s ass and curse at him to ‘bend over’. everything has sex crazed hormones rushing to his cock and his head gets a little dizzy like he’s been inhaling car fumes and diesel for too long. you fuck him up like no girl ever has before — he’s completely obssesed with you, the ups and downs and fall out of your messy relationship.

he wants you. feverishly, carnally, and in every way possible and as you pull up in first place after the race — isagi realises, it’s not the race that makes him feel alive.

it’s always going to be you.

“you’re so fuckin’ frustrating.”

the cash prize isn’t the only good thing about winning your races, it’s the way isagi lives to devour you whole afterwards.

dark ocean eyes drink in the way your back arches from the hood of your car and it’s cool metal surface — chasing isagi in the heated and humid air, while his hips rock against your cunt almost in tune with the music in the background. the tune of your celebrations. “am i?” you grin, wild and delirious and breathless. “it’s not my fault. thought i told you to quit chasin’ me, yoichi.”

you giggle, earning a delicious twitch of his dick between your panty-clad folds, spreading a delicious layer of arousal over his clothes. your rival racerpretends to ignore your antics, knowing that he’ll only get riled up and instead focuses on tugging down your flimsy tank top to reveal your sweat shined skin.

“you could never get rid of me, baby.” you’ve never been immune to the charm of isagi’s hypnotic voice paired with his teasing rows of pearly white teeth that coast over your flesh until goosebumps rise over its expanse. your ex has a way about him, a way that makes it hard for you to shut him out and easier for you to hold your breath and deprive it of the oxygen you need to think clearly.

to think about escaping this toxicity.

sloppy kisses to taste the salt on your skin turn to little bite marks, barely there whilst leaving a warm shine to your throat — the temperature proving to be a lustful contrast to the cold metal of your car. he licks and sucks at you possessively, even when other racers pass by and in the back of your mind you briefly recall bachira hollering at the two of you loudly.

just as you reach out to him and wave back, yoichi grabs your wrists in one rough palm and pins them above your head — chuckling into the trail of wet smooches he drags down to your tits, followed by a wild whine that resonates deep in his chest when his cockhead catches on your rock hard clit from behind the many barriers of your clothes. you huff at your newfound restriction.

a slow, cocky smile spreads over the film of isagi’s lips as if he’s remembered something about your body, that only he knows, in your time apart. how it anticipates and tingles while waiting for his every move, craves to be ravaged and torn apart by him. “focus on me, baby. don’t miss what’s most important to you.” he drawls, gentle notes of condensation slipping into his usually chipper voice. “me.”

lifting his head from your chest expectantly, being a gentleman and waiting for your consent to kiss. another laugh escapes him when you writhe desperately in yoichi’s grip and wrap your legs around his taut waist to drag him closer for the lip lock you deserve. your prize for being such a winner. he follows your lead, selfishly trapping your lower lip between his teeth before toppling into a hungry kiss — his devious tongue delving it’s way into your mouth to claim it’s every inch possessively. the more you kiss, the more it knocks the lollipop on your mouth about.

all the while, isagi never stops grinding against you — cockhead oozing precum over your cotton decorated pussy lips and budding clit, painting you in the early signs of his arousal. the heat in the air only carries the scent of your sex and mingled notes of diesel fuel — enough to make you dizzy and crave more friction from the street racer as he ruts between your thighs. you’re growing delicious, letting ecstasy trickle through your veins and onto the hood of your car while yoichi drags his cock through your silken slit over and over again until his clothes and his erection are dripping in your sweet juices.

“didnt plan ever plan on… on g-gettin’ rid of ya, pretty boy.” you say through thready breaths, using the strength in your thighs to squeeze isagi close. maybe it’s the adrenaline from your racing high or the fact that isagi cages you in against the car, using his free hand to pinch and pull at sensitive parts of you while he humps at your fluttering and sopping mound — whatever it is, you can feel an orgasm approaching faster than you can register.

tucking your lollipop into your cheek, you gaze up at isagi with glassy, angel eyes — your mouth open as you pant his praises like a common whore. “did you miss me? i know he did.” then, your eyes shoot down to the rough outline of his dick as it makes you shudder, sex clenching over the veins on his shaft while you practically ride your ex’s precum loaded tip. your dirty talk earns a hearty moan from isagi, his tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dog in rut while he laps at the sweat bearing on your collar bones and neck. “missed my cock so much.” you goad adoringly, a little sick and a little twisted.

your possession over him fills isagi’s body with concerning amounts of desire and only serves to make him feral — snapping his hips into you faster and harder. his blue eyes drown in an ocean of mirth as they hone in on the light bounce of your chest, his tongue drips in the taste of your light perspiration while he finds his voice over your salacious bump and grind.

“missed you too baby. missed my fuckin’ pussy,” yoichi grunts selfishly, breathing heavy against your skin and adding to your chorus of shared high pitched moans the closer you get. with one hard thrust, isagi has your unused little hole drooling and your head flying back onto the car’s hood, banging against the metal. the pain only fuels the expanding fire of desire burning bright in your lower tummy — raising the temperature between your bodies. “she’s so sensitive, guess you haven’t fucked anyone while i’ve been gone.”

his voices oozes condensation, messes with your mind and drags you under the control of your toxic and selfishly possessive ex. it’s like he lives for the the way your thighs quiver around his waist and give all your neediness away, you can’t hide anything from him. he puts your pleasure under a microscope.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” isagi grins evilly, letting go of your hands as he watches you tremble and spasm and twitch beneath him. rendered useless against the very car that got you to win your race.

he’s not wrong, however, for the knot that had been tightening up in your lower tummy begins to unravel too fast for your own liking. an orgasm crashes down on you like a heavy storm that’s escaped isagi’s deep blue eyes and he bucks into you monstrously through it all — hardly giving you a second to breath. your release pours out of you in a clear stream, your eyes disappearing into your skull and your shaky fingers into the roots of your ex’s hair as you tug on it to ground yourself.

it gets everywhere, seeps through your ex boyfriend’s clothes, splashes against your S2K and gathers in a pool beneath your shaky ass. yoichi coaches you through it with soft, loving praises as if you’d never been broken up. kisses that make your knees knock and breath hitch. you cum so fast, so hard and so soon that your lollipop rolls out from between your swollen spit slicked lips, but isagi is quick to grasp the sugary treat dragging it over your them and down your body.

he follows it’s sticky trail over your clothes, sucking its flavour from the planes of your skin. the sound of tearing fabric flies under the bustling crowd and revving engines — isagi having ripped off your shorts to expose your temperate, glistening mound to the night air and gleam of car headlights.

“h-holy shit, ichi! wait—!”

your nails sharply rake at the racer’s scalp in surprise, shocked at the warm-ish sensation of your lollipop pressing against your budding clit as it throbs between the slickness of your folds. “awh, is it sensitive? good.” he tuts down at you menacingly, his voice lowers scratching at the patch of your brain that controls your lustful drive. with the sweet treat still in his grasp, isagi rubs tight circles into your pleasure centre and grind to himself when your thighs instinctively jump apart to give him a better view of the even sweeter dessert between your thighs.

he knows you. inside and out.

knows what you even with how on-off your relationship is — as if he’s always been genetically programmed to make you feel good, get you that same high racing gives you. yoichi crouches, no longer standing over you so that he can get a whiff of your scent — the musk of your sex more dizzying than the fumes of gasoline throughout the track. “wanna taste you gorgeous, while you’re still cummin’ for me.” he groans, deep and hungry like he’s been waiting to eat a good fucking meal all day. “that okay?”

“please…fuckin’ hurry.” comes your impatient reply, bucking your hips up into the humid air as you chase the friction of the candy against your clit. you feel as though you’re seated right on the edge of another orgasm, inches away from crumbling off of the cliff of euphoria. “you’re so slow,” you heave again, head lolling to the side with your drool oozing onto the hood of your pretty pink car. “see you never learned how to use your…oh—! tools!”

your voice escapes you, shock intertwining with the electrical spark of desire running down the length of your spine to the heartbeat in your pussy. you’re surprised once more when isagi gently nudged the lollipop past your entrance to tease you — ripping it away when you gush like you’re about to cum.

sitting up and resting on your elbows, you glare down into mischievous blue eyes as he pops the candy into his mouth. “mother fucker.”

“alright, watch it.” the corner of isagi’s lips quirk up into a cocky smirk, enjoying how you writhe against cool metal in contrast to how hot your skin is to the touch. like a furnace, burning from the inside out.

“you said you wanted to taste me!” you whine, auffovating in the humidity and anticipation. you want him to touch you, but the ghost of kisses he presses along your inner thighs just aren’t enough.

“i didn’t say i was gonna eat you out though, pretty girl.” isagi whispers, pushing the lollipop into his cheek so he can focus on sucking an array of marks into the swell of your to leave his claim on you. the pointed edge of his teeth sink into the doughy flesh, imprinting a ring of bite marks in place as well. “dunno, don’t think you deserve it.”

he simply rolls his eyes in response, grunting as he spreads you even further — revealing the webs of cloudy slick that tie your shaky limbs together. yoichi drags a finger through your puffy pussy lips, it’s tip dragging on the silken strings of your arousal until he’s able to circle it over your clenching entrance.

you let out a defiant whimper, hips rising from your car while a trail of your sweet juices ruin the paint job on your car. “hate you.” comes your weak whisper, trapped in the lodges of your throat while isagi pressed further into your tight little hole and stretches you open.

“yeah whatever.” he grins lazily, warm breath fanning over your pulsating mound while his nose nudges your sensitive clit. “that’s why you keep coming back to me, precious.”

the sensation makes your hips buck up, chasing the delicious friction of your ex’s fingertips against your soaked ribbed walls as they ripple around him. but isagi lives to punish you, make you work for your pleasure or torture you with it for leaving him the dust each and every time. his free hand splays over your navel, pinning you to your own car as a second finger joins the first inside of you — instantly curling to bare down on your spongy g-spot.

the cry that escapes you is raw and powerful, louder than any engine in any model of car — serving to remind isagi of where you are, how on display you are for the hungry eyes of his competitors. he takes this as a chance to remind everyone of who you belong to. no matter how much of a hot shot racer you are, you’ll always belong right underneath yoichi isagi.

he does nothing to soothe your whimpers and cries, thrusting his fingers deep into your squelching pussy as it echoes into the parking lot in a sweet symphony with your moans. you drool into the seat his palm, thrash on the hood of your car and squeeze down on him with a grip so tight isagi fears that you’ll never let him go.

“you’re so tense, baby. relax for me,” the man mumbles darkly against your sex. “what’ll make you feel good? should i play with this cute little clit too?” pressing a loving and syrupy kiss to the pleasure nub, isagi moans at your arousal as it pearls on his eager lips. “oh i knew you’d like that. my girl always likes it when her man plays with this messy pussy.” spitting onto your cunt, a sick laugh rumbles in yoichi’s throat as he fucks the frothy mixture back into you, drinking in the way you whine and writhe about the place. all for him. “c’mon, louder baby. let the people hear how pretty you are. how good i’m making you feel.”

saliva coats your tongue, making difficult to breathe between the languid push and pull of isagi’s fingers as they stroke at your insides. he has you ruined, for any other man— sticky and sloppy between the thighs. the both of you know that only he can get you like this.

and the sick part about it all, is that you’re fucking enjoying it.

the thrill of being watched by your fellow racers makes you act up, has you crying and moaning a little louder than usual — putting on a show for your ex as you fall back into your toxic routine. those sweet salacious sounds spike higher and higher the closer you get, the more isagi sucks on your clit and scissors his fingers around to press up against sensitive spots along your gummy walls.

“that’s it pretty girl, give it to me. louder. good girl, good job.” he coos into you oh so condescending, face coated with a crude mix of spit and slick that glistens under the artificial light from the street lamps above. a blistering sense of pride lodges itself in yoichi’s chest when you scream his name, tugging on the roots of his hair once more. “you can do better than that, louder.”

“ohmygod—! yoichi!” you yelp sheepishly, throwing an arm over your heated face. though it’s not in shame, you can hardly bring yourself to feel embarrassed about gushing on your ex’s face in front of your fellow racers and racing crew. the pleasure he gives you has you too far gone, like a smoke screen over your hazy mind. “g-god i’m… y-yoichi i’m close!”

“yeah?” he laughs breathily, flicking his tongue over your budding clit, pulling the lollipop from the confines of his greedy mouth to slap it against your quivering pussy as well. “you gonna cum?” it’s far too soon, far too much for you to be reaching another orgasm. but there’s been a steady pressure bubbling up just below your navel, tightening and tightening until it threatens to snap.

you shake your head pathetically, the metal of your car creaking below your hips as you try to run from isagi’s fingers wildly pumping in and out of you. “c-can’t!”

“can’t? you don’t wanna, hm.” he sucks his teeth, the sound layering softly over the lewd slushy noises echoing from between your thighs. “too bad. i don’t care. cum for me, precious.”

its like your body has a mind of its own, wilfully ignoring the pain of overstimulation as you cum for isagi once more. milky white runs down your ex’s arms in a boiling hot stream, squirting from your abused and used sex. white spots blur the edges of your vision and you shake violently all throughout your second high, the stacks of ecstasy isagi had been building up within you coming crumbling down and leaving you suffocating in your own dust-cloud of lust.

the rest of your arousal burns a trail down your pudgy thighs like fuel that’s been set on fire, and you can’t even tell what’s up or down anymore. “c-cumming! ‘m…fuck, yoichi.” you scream, chest heaving, head rolling to the side— pressed against your car’s cool surface. “please, i can’t.”

“already? you were talking so big before your race now look at you. s’all too much… poor baby.” isagi works you through your orgasm, controlling your every twitch and every aftershock until you damn near pass out.

you’re almost too far gone to register the sound of rustling clothes and the feeling of your rival (and ex) pressing himself over you. but then he’s patting your cheek lovingly, drinking in your sweet and tired expression with big blue eyes full of adoration before slipping his lollipop into your drooling mouth to pacify you.

“‘ichi…” you bleat, exhausted.

“yeah, yeah. i know, precious. but i think we can manage one more, yeah?” he asks you softly, a little more tender than before as he kisses your forehead, licking up a bead of sweat that runs down it. no matter how many times you break up, he’ll always be good to you. always check in with you. make you cum as many times as you can manage while still making you see stars. “need to show all those fuckin’ losers who you belong to. need to make you mine again.”

weakly lifting your head, you notice the slight audience of racers you’ve gathered while letting isagi fuck you publicly. all the men you’ve beaten in races over time, staring at the way your man ravages you like the sight is a cool glass of water. it would be a lie to say that the feeling of being watched didn’t send another spark of lust shooting down your spine.

“one more?” you question him and pout around the lollipop that tastes like you, big bambi eyes blinking up at your ex boyfriend.

“one more.” yoichi confirms, pressing his forehead to yours in order to coax a kiss out of you. “don’t worry, you can take it.” there’s reassurance hidden in his lustful tone as he lines his drippy cock up with your ruined entrance (having pulled it out earlier). he pulses to life against you, the blood rushing through his shaft teeming with desire for you. isagi lets you sit up on your elbows so that you can watch him bully his cock past your fluttering entrance.

isagi’s eyes gloss over with debauchery while you swallow him down, brows creasing in the centre of his forehead when he bottoms out inside of you — both of your mouths hanging open in hot moans. only adding to the humid air. blindly, he fumbled for your pretty throat, squeezing it gently with each clench of your slippery walls around his aching shaft.

“you won’t break, baby.” he tells you, drawing his hips back from the snugness of your cunt to set a slow roll to his thrusts. the feeling makes you cry out, hoarse and needy before being soothed by isagi’s leaking tip pushing along every pleasure spot he knows by heart inside of you. “try a little harder for me.”

his words leave you breathless and dumbfounded, every logical thought and smart-ass retort having escaped you while isagi’s milky, bulbous tip churns up your insides. your sexes slot together perfectly, his girthy dick wrapped in gorgeous blue and green veins keeps you nice and full and reaches the spots you couldn’t dare to reach on your own. isagi hands over you, supporting his weight on one hand, with his lips a breath’s width away from your own.

the both of you are love drunk on the sex-crazed hormones buzzing in the hot air between you — particles of lust smashing together the more your bodies start to sync up and move together. yoichi devours you, takes parts of your body and claims them with his teeth and tongue and hand gently squeezing around your throat. he fucks you with vigour, so hard that your car shakes beneath your ministrations and you nearly lose the candy in your mouth once more.

you return the favour, clawing up and down isagi’s back while his dark hair tickles your forehead, cascades down to your neck as he kisses you wetly and laps over the salt on your skin. everything about you never fails to pull him back into your toxic cycle. where he loves you, fucks you and breaks you. a satisfied groan takes root in his chest like a sturdy tree at the taste of you, his hips still pumping into you at a rapid pace, painting you with thick layers of opaque white that cling to your swollen pussy lips and clit.

“you’re mine, f-forever. not gonna let… mhm.. anyone else touch you.” he slurs menacingly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, finally letting go of your throat so he can push your knees into your chest — forcing his heavy cock into your cunt as deep as it can go. “never gonna let you go again, precious. never gonna let you go without my cock this king again. you’re fuckin’ mine.”

“all fuckin’ yours,” you drawl back with a delirious smile, dizzy from the new angle. your pleasure mounts once more but with the addition of a spark of pain from the overstimulation. yoichi knows your limits, he knows how much his precious girl can take but delivers it in the best of ways — sinfully bucking down into you so hard that his heavy breeders balls smack rhythmically against the curve of your ass. he succumbs to the tight grip your iron hot core has on him, begging him to stay and to never leave you ever again.

you have one another in a choke hold, falling into a synced up and salacious bump and grind against the hood of your car. every time isagi ruts into you, you clench down, gushing on his dick and covering him (and your car) in an early release.

“that’s right baby,” isagi seethes through gritted teeth, blinded by white and the stars from up above as he gets closer and closer to his high. he can no longer stave it off for the benefit of overstimulating you, strung along by each twinge of pain he feels from your nails forming crescent moons in his shoulders and drawing blood. “say it like you mean it. scream my fuckin’ name for all these people, yeah? you want me. the only man who’ll ever make you feel this good.”

you will yourself to speak but barely have the chance to with the way isagi fucks you sensless. you choke on air, following your biological instinct to rut up into him, whilst you’re reminded all the reasons why your rival racerwill always be the only man for you. he fucks you like he’s never loved you, like a stranger he may hate but he moans and mewls against you like you’re the only person he’s ever loved.

isagi doesn’t care about the racing, or the money or the people watching him ruin your sluice sex over and over again.

he only cares about you.

“c’mon baby,” he goads, licking up your cheeky nastily. “you can do it, tell me how much you want me. how much you love me, precious.” each syllable that he purrs out shoots straight to the winding, orgasmic knots in your belly. making them tighten painfully. “god, you’re fuckin’ milking me.”

so you wrap both arms around isagi’s neck, yank at his hair, rip through the skin on his back with your nails (because you know how much he likes it when you hurt him) and say. “i need you, ‘ichi. y-you’re the only one i’ve ever wanted!”

and that’s all it takes, to give isagi that last burst of energy to make the both of you really feel it. after one, two, three more thrusts — you’re both sent flying over the edge in unison. “m-‘my precious baby, fuuck, all mine. gonna cum…you better cum for me.”thick waves of viscous white cum floods your puffy folds, whilst yoichi bites down hard on your neck to state his high pitched whines, fucking his seed deeper into you until he calms down.

you’re in no better condition, squirting so hard that you almost lose your grip on reality. a world of colours flash behind your darling eyes when you cum for the third and final time that night, static ringing in your ears alongside the sweet symphony of your ex boyfriend’s moans and the groaning metal from your car.

you’re sure the paint has been completely tainted with cum by now.

by the time you finally come to and stop spasming around isagi’s softening cock, he’s peeling your sweaty skin away from your car to coddle you in his chest — shielding you from the hungry eyes of your competitors. “keep your eyes to your fuckin’ selves.” he snarls with teeth bared, despite how gently he holds you.

“easy there tiger,” you sigh, snuggling against him as exhaustion settles into your fucked out bones. “i think they know who i belong to now.” grabbing at his neck, you pull isagi down for a sloppy kiss — mewling happily at the taste of sweat, sex and sugar on his tongue before passing him the lollipop once more. “guess the money wasn’t the only thing i won tonight.”

“you’re kinda sick, you know that?” he laughs in response, but before he can kiss you again — the racing crowd starts to scramble at the sound of police sirens.

still curled into your (ex? oh what the hell) boyfriend, you crack a tired smile. “looks like we gotta split, boy.”

“you comin’ back with me this time, precious?” a smooch is pressed into your hairline while isagi gathers you into his arms fast — bundling you into the passenger's seat since you’re clearly in no state to play get away driver. he doesn’t bother with your clothes.

“you know that you can’t get rid of me, baby.” you got the keys into the ignition in time for isagi to slip into the driver’s side — steering you away from the scene of the crime. “i’m yours forever, remember?”

he only chuckles at that, wild blue eyes reflecting the blue and red cop car lights as he looks to you while speeding away.

“god you drive me crazy, i love you. you fuckin’ maniac.”

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mechaknight-98 · 4 months ago

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Picture Perfect (NSFW) FT Jihyo

Author’s note: originally not going to post anything this week and focus on finishing up the several drafts i have, but I was reminded it’s her anniversary so I have to now.

While I sat in my office editing pictures a visitor came inside to watch uninvited and sat on the desk to the left of me boredom written all over her face. I looked at her and she sighed before staring at me with her bright and adorable eyes and perfectly chubby cheeks.

“Hey ducky how long until you finish?” she asked bored.

I look at my laptop and watch it continue to process the photos,

“Um, technically now I guess,” Jihyo smiled before grabbing my hand and having me follow her. She led me to the living room where she had three of my toku gravure photobooks the main one that caught her eye was the Sakurako Okubo. I chuckled then said, “What is Yoyo?”

“I know you love me and all but what’s it about her that I don’t have she said pouting. I furrowed my brow choosing the following words carefully.

“Time honestly, I’ve had the book for years. since she “retired” the photo books themselves are worth a lot of money so logically I can’t bear to throw them away since they are collector items.” Jihyo rolls her eyes before her eyebrows raise.

“Oh, really, and how much is the one I’m holding?” She asked huffing, and I responded based on my last confirmation of the price

“As of 3 months ago 2200$.” I took out my phone to double-check as Jihyo winced as if having been punched. I took out my phone to check again.

“Oh my mistake it’s now 4500$.” I clarified. Jihyo laughed and then noticed another photo book she pointed to it meekly

I sighed, “10k” Jihyo wheezed hearing that.

“Really 10k for Kura alone?” She asks with raised eyebrows and bewildered eyes. I nod and explain

“She’s a multi-national star.”

Jihyo nods before her eyes narrow and a glint enters her eye, “How much do you think I could pull if I did one of these shots, Ducky?” Her voice and tone display a huskiness that sends chills down my spine.

“Um… probably 5-8 k depending on the person.” Jihyo laughs before taking off her clothes.

“How much would it be worth to you?” She asks. Her eyes were like daggers.

“priceless,” I replied bringing her in for a heated kiss. Jihyo moans as her tongue flutters through my mouth. Then she abruptly breaks the kiss. I look at her with a tilted head and a dour expression.

“What’s wrong baby don’t you want to make a photo book for me?”

I shrug, “Why do that when I have you all to myself?” Jihyo smiles.

“Don’t you want me…” Jihyo picks up my camera seductively and clicks a photo the flash blinds me momentarily “…to be picture perfect” she seduces and I’m sold. I nod then get a section of the apartment set up so she can be as pretty and sexy as she wants to be. When I finish Jihyo goes into her “idol mode” My adorable pocket-sized girlfriend is gone, and a busty vixen is left in her body. She strips down to her bra and panties before she takes her first pose. She looks at the camera with both longing and seduction as she bats her eyes. Her photogenic face captivates along with her vivacious figure which she proudly displays. I take more pictures and she begins to switch up the poses. Some range from adorable to downright devious.

Her aura and allure can’t be contained as each of her subsequent poses and by extension, photos turn up the heat just a little bit until the whole room is sweltering due to her hotness. I took a few more photos of Jihyo in this context before she unclasped her bra. It fell to the ground casually as she stared at me beckoning. She smiled as she gave me a bright smiley photo. She did a peace sign next to her face as she shook her titties in my face. I clicked a few more photos. Her tan skin was marvelous as it always was. Her cheeky smile makes the “shoot fun” as much as her enthusiasm to keep taking pictures. I watch as Jihyo’s eyes progressively narrowed possessively at me with each photo, pose, and sultry look, while I desperately fought the urge to fuck her into next week. After a particularly explicit and intense photo jihyo’s jubilant smile transforms into an all-devouring gaze.

“Okay, enough foreplay get that cock out. But keep taking pictures” she says aggressively. I follow her instructions without warning. She takes me to the back of her throat. Her eyes roll back as she moans.

“Keep taking photos.” She says so I take more photos as she moans around my cock. The vibrational energy only increases the pressure and pleasure. She began to bob her head relentlessly as she took me in and out. Focusing on pictures became tough. To tough in fact as I decided to stop taking pictures and grab the woman.

I take my cock out and as she tried to grip my cock I swat her hand away. Before lifting her and placing her on the sofa.

“Go on take it.” Jihyo encouraged me as I slid her panties to the side and felt her arousal. She was sodden. I stared into her eyes as she heaved before impaling her. She moans as I thrust into her. I grab one of her tits and massage it. Jihyo’s pussy tightens as she lifts her hips upwards towards me.” I smile as thrust into her and watch her other tit bounce hypnotized.

“God you’re so hot,” I say, and Jihyo moans. Despite being the powerhouse in her mega-famous group she was always a Mewling mess when it came to sex. Barely able to string 4 words together besides “Oh fuck your so deep keep going.” Or what she says next

“Keep fucking me with that rigid cock. Let me cum all over it.” I keep going. Dominating her pussy like there’s no tomorrow. I can feel a tingle in my balls start to flinch and react. Letting me know I was close. I originally had the plan to finish in Jihyo but a crazed idea filled my mind. I continue to thrust into Jihyo. Her walls snugly wrapped around my rod.

“Fuck Yo-yo. You’re always so snug.” I say

Jihyo moans uncontrollably as I switch tits. Gripping the right one (my personal favorite) and watching her left one bounce. When I get bored of her tits I pull out and flip her over. She takes it in stride. I grab her sexy hips and ass and take my time thrusting into her. Deep and hard. Her pussy squelches her slick under us in a messy mix of our fluids as she continues to moan incoherently. Her pussy tightens again signaling her oncoming orgasm. I pull her up by the hair and smack her ass.

“Of fuck yes!” she moans “Pull my hair and smack my fat ass.” She yells before I twist her right nipple and she loses it. Her orgasm destroys her. She convulses as her body can’t take much more, but I continue fucking her. She groans unable to relax as she is only sent deeper into her release. As I near my peak I flip her over again and keep using her. Her face is blissed out as she can barely process what’s going on besides the pleasure. When I near my end I pull out and grab my camera before finishing myself off with my hand. Jihyo watches knowingly but submits to it. I cum all over her hot body. She whines because she hates it when I do it but when she sees the camera flash it releases a new side of her. She moans and almost cums again as I took pictures of her covered in my cum.

“Now you are picture perfect,” I say as the fatigue hits me.

#kpop fanfic #male reader #twice fanfic #twice jihyo #jihyo smut #jihyo male reader

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skymoral · 1 year ago

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hello! a question can you do smut bi-han x ovulating! reader

Heyyy! Yes! I love that, when you are ovulating you are super horny and sensitive. Bi-Han would have fun with that! 😍😍😘😌

🩵 MATING SEASON 🩵

BI-HAN X OVULATING!READER

Summary: Your ovulating, and it got you feeling more sensitive than usual and excited. Bi-Han noticed your strange behavior, and curious on why. Which he will soon find out

Tags: Fingering, multi sex positions, heavy smut, bite marks, kisses, rough sex, and degrading.

A/N: It’s fun and messy 🥴🥴

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You were in the kitchen making and mixing a bunch of concoction. You have been having strong cravings, and you know why.

Your head maids were looking at you confused, as you finished your food. Your hunger dying down, but now something else has been bothering you now.

You were feeling EXTREMELY horny, you hurried back to you and Bi-Han’s room. Keeping your legs shut tight. As if someone would be able to smell you ovulating.

As soon as you opened the door to your bedroom, you were greeted with a shirtless Bi-Han. Glistening at that as if he just finished training.

“Why are you trying to TORCHER ME!” You yelled frustrated and red. Bi-Han looked at you confused with a scowl.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been training with Kuai Liang for the past five hours. And now I’m changing.”

“That’s the problem! You and your glistening abs need to go! Just until I calm down.” You tried pushing him out. Which turned into a slight tussle, where he has you pinned to the bed.

“What is wrong with you woman?” He growled looking down at you.

You were definitely turned on by that, blushing harder. He noticed you moving your legs around, then it hit him.

“C-Can you p-please… Get off of me.” You spoke quietly and shyly. He only gave you a devious smirk, which always led to something dangerous.

He leaned closer to you, his finding your neck. Inhaling your scent, his nose tickling you slightly. “Now why would I do that, leaving my little vixen in this state.” He spoke in a lower tone, a deep chuckling escaping his lips.

You can feel it in your neck and body, that voice was killer. How can someone be this hot you stated to yourself.

His hands began feeling all around your body, as was kissing down your neck and collarbone. Then slowly down your chest, he bit at the soft skin.

Making you squeal a little, you know you probably like had three orgasms by now. All of a sudden you felt a breeze, Bi-Han ripped your clothes off in one pull.

Leaving you cold and exposed in only your bra and panties. Which were soaked, he pulled away looking at you like a predator ready to pounce.

His eyes went down to your wet entrance. “OFF.” He ordered you, and you knew exactly what he meant. You slowly were taking your panties, giving Bi-Han full view.

Your hands covering your face despite, having sex with him more than once. Then you jumped slightly from the cold piercing through your entrance. Soon melting, and slowly moans were coming from your voice.

He inserted a second finger, making you moan louder. Music to his ears, as he was slowly getting hard. He leaned down gripping your face, pulled you into rough kiss his tongue sliding into your mouth.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy. Going faster, Bi-Han swallowing in your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening it.

You were slowly reaching your peak, breaking the kiss. “B-B-Bi-Han… F-Fuck, p-please B…Bi-Han!” You cried out his name before you eventually came on his fingers.

Slowly riding out your orgasm, you can’t believe you just had your fourth orgasm from just his fingers. He pulled out, leaning back positioning himself between your legs.

He looked at you with heated eyes, licking at his fingers. Tasting every inch of you, “I never said you could cum?”

He glared at you, “I-I’m sorry Bi-h-“ *SMACK* you felt a sting on your ass, cutting you off. Making you wet again.

“You are sorry to who?” Bi-Han still looking down at you, rubbing the spot he slapped. You didn’t know his hard cock already out of his pants.

“I’m s-sorry… G-Grandmaster.” You corrected yourself quietly. You felt another sting, he had smacked your ass again. This time you moaned again.

“I almost forgot it was close to that time for you. Is this how you wanted to let your grandmaster know, you’re ready to bear my children.”

“I-“ *SMACK*

“Speak up Slut!” Bi-Han smirked, he lifted your legs over his shoulder. Pulling you closer, to feel his cock throbbing against you entrance.

“Y-Yes Grandmaster… P-Please fill me up grandmaster.” You begged in the sweetest tone, you were to out of it and in the heat of the moment. To care anymore, about anything.

“Whatever my lil slut needs.” Bi-Han didn’t waste any time and slammed his cock right inside you. Causing you to scream out.

He pulled out slowly, but not all the way. Pushed back inside harder everytime, he kissed your inner thighs. Which was sensitive, when you were aroused.

You begged him to go faster, tears falling from your eyes. Eyes rolled back in the back of your head, as he was thrusting faster and harder.

“Fuck! You feel so good Y/N. I’ll fill your little ass up, and you’ll be walking carrying my child.” Bi-Han told you in between thrusts.

You were caught off guard when he switched positions. Your back against his chest, and his arm around your throat. The position helping him go deeper, you were drooling.

“F-Fuck me Grandmaster… B-Bi-Han!… I’m s-so close.”

“You will not cum TILL I TELL YOU TO BITCH!”

You felt his hands on your bra, ripping it off and holding your breast. He then pushed you down, grabbing your hair. Pulling your head back, he started kissing your neck again.

Then leaving bite marks, you didn’t know how long you could last. Begging that he cums soon, he would not be happy if you came again.

He slapped your ass again, but a lot harder. You tightened around his cock, he grunted at the tightness. He was close to his climax, his thrust slowing down slightly.

“I want you to cum at the same time with me.”Before he thrust hard, pushing deep inside. Letting his seed explode inside you, you released right after shaking. Crying out Bi-Han’s name.

He let go of your, making you fall face first. Both riding out your orgasm, you felt his cock throbbing inside of you.

B-Bi-Han?” You tried using the little strength you had to turn around and look at your lover.

“Who said we were done?” Bi-Han smirked evilly, you gulped. Feeling his cock get hard again inside you. This man literally has unlimited stamina.

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• The Next Morning •

You woke up, full of bite marks and aches. From yesterday’s events. You groaned looking at your peaceful sleeping Bi-Han.

You grabbed your pillow, smacking him awake. “I’m in pain because of you.”

You heard him chuckling as you kept hitting him with the pillows as he was trying to block them.

A/N: I hope I accomplished the request. If you are ovulating that man will try to get you pregnant at every opportunity, I was happy to be given a smut idea. I LOVE THEM!!🔥🔥

#fem reader #reader insert #bi han sub zero #mortal kombat #bi han mortal kombat #bi han x reader #smut #bi han smut #breeding k1nk #bi han is a savage #i would die for him

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 years ago

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Hey !!! Could you maybe do like cute , funny , sassy, sarcastic banter between hotch x reader / bau team maybe ? Thank you!!

you’re nothing the team had expected in a good way.

you’re like a little ray of sunshine and clouds to their days and they love it.

they especially love how you tease and flirt with aaron and how his face heats up instantly when you do.

“oh, new tie boss man?” you flirt as he steps into the precinct, derek shaking his head as aaron’s hand moves to his blue patterned tie.

“yes, jack got it for me.” he says quietly, tips of his ears red as he realizes he’s revealed a part of him so effortlessly.

“he’s got good taste, almost better than you.” emily laughs when you push off your desk and move towards him.

“though, you did buy that pretty zip up last winter. the green one, remember?”

of course he remembers. you hadn’t stopped complimenting him about it while you were out to dinner with the team.

spencer pipes up, “give the guy a break, l/n. his stomach’s probably blood red now.”

aaron only blushes further and it makes you laugh. “i’ll give you a break for now aaron hotchner, after hours is fair game.”

aaron tuts but secretly, he looks forward to the time after hours when you can tease him again.

so he says quietly as he walks to his office, “i can’t wait, vixen of a woman.”

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner one shot

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world-of-aus · 1 year ago

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Live Now

Pairing: Camboy!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: No warnings for this chapter.

Authors Note: Installment 3 to live now! We're continuing to build story, next installment will be much longer and steamier! Happy Readings Buns.

“What about Pietro?”

You look away from the movie playing on your TV, to find Wanda’s questioning gaze, “what?”

Your friend rolls her eyes, “you heard me y/n what about Pietro?” Natasha perks up, rolling from her back to look at the two of you, “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

You’re shaking your head, “no, that’s your brother, that’s her brother, I can't.”

She raises a brow at you, “you can’t or won't?” You give her a look as to question if she’s being serious right now. “I can't, that is your brother,” you stress, “you do hear yourself, right?” I’m not exactly going to be covered, you saw the set!”

“Oh come on,” she says sitting up straighter, “you want to extend the type of content you put out, and Pietro is not some stranger off the street, it’s perfect.”

“Perfect? Wanda what - are you hearing yourself, you’re saying that it’s perfect to take mostly nude photos with your brother.” Wanda gives you a look, “that’s because it is, it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.”

“Wanda!” you screech, “you brother’s seen my stuff?” The redhead is rolling her eyes as if it’s the most obvious thing, “How else was I going to be a supportive best friend? If I show my brother your sets, he’s likely to send them to his friends and they’ll send it to their friends hence more views.”

“Oh God,” you groan heat flooding your cheeks, “it’s really not a bad idea,” Natasha mimics her previous statement, “you know Pietro, you to get along well, I’d say he’s a perfect contender to open up that door for working with other cammers.”

“Thank you,” Wanda agrees, “see it like this, you open that door, and you’ll have buckmeup in your DMs sooner than you think.” It’s falls silent at the mention of the male cammer, “what?” Wanda questions looking at the two of you, “what did I say?”

“Let’s just say we’re not huge fans of buckmeup at the moment,” Natasha murmurs as she sits up. “Natasha.” You say at the same time Wanda perks to ask what’s going on. “He was just doing his job,” you say to Wanda, “and like I told Natasha repeatedly this morning I’m okay, it stung a little sure, but I’m a big girl, I’ve moved on, water under a bridge.”

“He worked with Vixen after he told her he didn’t think she could handle him.”

Wanda gasps, “he did not? The nerve, if anyone should be worried it should be him!” she consoles.

“That’s exactly what I told her!”

“Wait, so is this why you’re doing this? To get back at him?” Wanda questions, you shake your head, “Natasha was when I told her about the live and Buckmeup not holding true to his word -”

“What word?” Wanda asks.

“He mentioned he would tell his fans to go and check her page out for their personal thank you during his live.” Natasha answers. “He ended it without so much as a thank you or acknowledgement of her. But y/n decided to thank them with her sets anyway and the live she has planned for tomorrow.”

Wanda hums mulling over both your shared remarks, “I think you should do the sets with Pietro,” she says after a moment, “open that door, I'm sure it was going to be something considered eventually. You were doing just fine before buckmeup watched your live and slid in your DM’s, and whether you can handle him or not well that’s not a decision he should make for you, he probably only said it because he knows he won’t be able to handle you.”

Natasha can see the look in your eyes, she reaches for your hand, “hey,” she murmurs grabbing your attention,” do this for you, don’t do it for any other reason other than for your own benefit, not even for me.”

Your gaze drifts between your two friends, “How do we know Pietro will even agree?”

“Hold that pose, y/n keep looking in the mirror, and Pietro you,” Natasha moves into the frame of the mirror guiding Pietro further into the depth of your exposed neck, his lips barely grazing your skin. “Now bring this hand here.” She glides his hand down your exposed mid, drifting it till his fingers are just dipping into the lace of the barely there panty. “Perfect,” she muses stepping back and out if frame to take the photo, a soft shutter sounds in the air.

This was the more ‘scandalous’ part of the set, the part where Pietro made an appearance. Natasha had agreed before taking the photos that you shouldn’t jump head in, she advised capturing the allure of your following by having only a few select photos with Pietro in them. “We won’t go to touch heavy today, sorry Pietro, maybe next set. We want to introduce the idea to fans, leave them wanting more – the sexier the better.” she had mentioned while setting up the camera.

Pietro hadn’t minded, he was eager enough to shoot this set with you when Wanda had called him at the end of girls night yesterday evening. Even holding you to the promise that you’d reach out to him if you couldn’t find a willing participant for next time.

“God you two look so good together,” you friend grins, excitement in her voice. “Pietro lean into her a little more, dip your fingers lower and spread your hand out – yes! Just like that, now look into the mirror, perfect! Now y/n close your eyes for me, and lay your head back down onto his shoulder, good, don’t move.”

You can hear the soft shutters of the camera shooting, a smile pulling at your lips, Pietro tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. Your hand comes up, fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck Natasha takes a few more shots before she’s letting the two of you know she’s done. “I think we got them.”

She moves over to the two of you, your limbs unwinding as you look over the shots. “Those are really good,” you grin looking over your shoulder, “thanks P. You really made this set.” He mirrors your grin putting an arm over your shoulder squeezing, “Anytime, say you’ll send me the link for the pics later?”

Both your gazes return to the sets, “Course, after my live when I upload, hell I’ll even send you the link to the live if you want.” You grin eyes taking in the set, your fans were going to lose their minds.

After Pietro and Natasha had taken their leave, you took to editing the sets so that they would be ready for upload after your live that you had planned this afternoon. You opted to leave the set on, a black silky robe thrown on as you finished the last edit.

Looking over the final sets you’ve chosen for upload you switch tabs logging into the website, a handful of notifications from your previous set sit waiting for you to read over. You leave them unopened toggling through the website. Going into your uploads, you set it to release after upload fingers hovering over the keys as you rack your mind for a caption. Your fingers took to typing when a phrase managed to pop in your mind.

Shady? Maybe. But you knew your worth.

‘You could never handle me - xoxo’

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #camboy!bucky #camboy au #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year ago

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*chaining Santi and Vesper's nipple piercings together while they don't look*

They look at each other, both completely aware of what you just did.

" Oh no, my King, it seems we've been trapped together. " Santi starts, tugging on the chain hard enough to make Vesper grunt. And twitch.

" Indeed, Santi. I can't help wonder what astute little vixen did this without my knowledge... " The demonlord offers a harsher pull in response, the smaller incubus groaning.

Both of them toss heated looks your way. It's enough hypnotic power combined to probably make something in your genitals explode.

" Well, if nobody undoes this- " Santi starts, all but easily climbing into Vesper's hold. " I guess we'll just have no choice but to rub on each other the whole day. "

Vesper snickers quietly, grabbing the other's ass and shamelessly starting a rocking motion, the two humping each other openly, laser focused on you.

" Yes, what a shame... We wouldn't want anyone to see this, it's so embarrassing. "

If this was meant to inconvenience them, it seems you've only succeeded in setting your loins on fire.

#Vesper oc #Santi oc

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rosesrflo · 2 years ago

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Hi dear! I saw that one of the annons requested Sebastian, Sherlock, William and Louis how would they react to seeing y/n in a lingerie. So, I wanted to request how would Albert react seeing y/n wearing a lingerie 👀

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Feats; Albert James Moriarty x f!reader (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut

Desc; IN WHICH Albert takes you out to spoil you with gifts, one of them being lingerie; what was once a harmless shopping spree will eventually turn into something more..heated.

A/N; Hi! I’m sorry this took ages to write up, I’ve been caught up in a lot of work and stuff recently, writing sexual themes isn’t my forte either (I actually struggle with it a lot) but I hope you enjoy! 💌

As we all know, Albert is 99.9% sugar daddy.

He will spoil the shii out of you if you’re someone he holds dear.

Luckily for you, you’re one of them, aside his brothers of course:

But you’re special, if you ask him to buy one outfit, he’ll buy the entire store - you liked that specific meal? He brought the restaurant. He’s just that rich and that dedicated to you.

He would do anything you asked of him.

You hypnotized him with your personality, your habits and gorgeous looks. Every sultry smirk, fluttering eyes and teasing touches gets him riled up real fast.

In addition to this, he also loves to dress you up.

Albert will take you to the best of tailors, he’d spend hours upon hours watching you twirl and pose in pretty outfits specifically made for his eyes and his eyes only.

Your skin on display, the clothing only a decoration, an accompaniment to the real beauty. You, your body. He’ll place you on a figurative pedestal once he catches a glimpse of you in lingerie.

God who? All Albert knows now is (y/n) (l/n).

It was actually originally his idea for you to wear it, he just wasn’t prepared enough to face your gorgeousness, is literally blown away.

You’re a goddess in his eyes, but watch out - he’s been eyeing you for a while now and I bet he’s ready to take a taste of you…

“Albert! Please don’t be so rude to the tailors, they’re the ones fitting our outfits, you know?” You lightly scolded your lover for shooing the tailor out after quote on quote ‘eyeing you for too long.’ In other words, he had threatened to fire the tailor whilst pulling your lingerie clad body close to his.

Your words seemed to go into one ear and pass out the other, he didn’t so much as blink. Emerald hues flickered up and down your figure, his mouth was parted slightly and his hands seemed to tighten on your hips. It took a while until you realised the exact position you were in, and how hungry Albert looked.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you swatted away his excuses, “No excuses mister-“

“(y/n).”

He spoke your name like you were a celestial being, honey slithered into his tone, successfully masking his silver tongue. “-Apologise this instance, the poor man looked petrified-“

“(y/n).”

Albert clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in amusement, you continued to disregard him, “-He probably has a family, if he loses his job, he won’t be able to-“ The brunette pursed his lips, softly yet firmly forced you to look him in the eye - using his thumb and index finger, hooking under your chin and raising it.

“(y/n).”

The rant weakened, eventually trailing off the longer you gazed into his vixen guise, “..Yes.?” And just like that, your five senses heightened painfully; you couldn’t see past Albert’s handsome features, you were so close to him you could smell a whiff of expensive cologne, his voice rang smoothly in your ears and you grew aware of his hands roaming your body.

As for taste, well you’d have hoped you would get a bite soon enough.

“You look…entrancing in that outfit.” True to his word, Albert was absolutely captivated.

You giggled at his faltering voice, lifting your head to press a slow kiss on his neck, “You’re not all that bad yourself, sir.” Albert quietly groaned upon hearing your suggestive tone, cornering you against the nearest wall of the changing room. He slid a knee just below your groin.

His mouth found yours, catching you in a heated make out session, the pads of his fingertips pressed on your waist-

“Uh-C-Count Moriarty..? Are you finished in there yet?”

The tailor called out the two of you, breaking you apart along with the sensual mood. Crouching under his arm and making your great escape, you began putting a more mature outfit on - Albert yelled back a frustrated confirmation.

You almost burst out laughing at his face, “Let’s finish this off at home, shall we?”

#yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #fanfic #mtp x reader #yuukuko no moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader #ynm x reader #mtp Albert #albert james moriarty #albert moriarty #Albert james moriarty x reader #yuumori x reader #yuumori #prompt #request

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cowboyfromh3ll · 1 year ago

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Ameliorate

(John Marston x Fem! Reader smut)

Warnings: none besides smut

I decided my first actual post would be John Marston related because I love him and he's my babygirl 🩷 (he is my favorite)

There was nothing pleasant about Saint Denis. At least not to John. As soon as he walked in, the city seemed to burst around him. It was the rousing hub of Lemoyne, teetering on the edge of pleasurable and wild. Stone paved streets, Victorian homes, large gated manors and estates occupied by industry magnates and crime lords putting on ornate facades. Flashy shops, extravagant theaters, lush parks, and bars in abundance. The crowds overwhelming, smells shocking; The miasma and smog of industrial factories, petrol, gas, horse dung, and somewhere in the mix was the smoky scent of restaurants.

It seemed as though Saint Denis was the only place where the wealthy and thieves alike could coincide. He could at least fit in somewhere in the equation. He would’ve never imagined himself ending up in a place like this. In fact, he preferred staying away from all this ‘civilization’, as Arthur once said. If it weren’t for the fact that the gang had been practically forced to move further east, he would’ve never come here to begin with. But alas, with more and more threats coming to the gang, John found himself here. He figured he might as well familiarize himself with the city, opting to go out on his own.

But one thing about Lemoyne, was that the heat and humidity was like being punched in the face by a sauna. John knew of the heat here, but the crowds and atmosphere only seemed to make it worse. He hadn’t even been out long and he was sweating his ass off.

John walked towards one of the many bars with the intention of cooling off, unfortunately finding himself surrounded by people of obvious higher social standing than him. He had never been one to put too much thought into his appearance, but the stark difference between his simple beige vest and dirt stained jeans to the three piece suits and sumptuous fabrics of silk lined dresses of the patrons was jarring. For a moment, he actually looked down at himself, making a subtle attempt at dusting himself off before walking further in.

He approached the expansive wooden bar and sat himself on a polished leather stool, clearing his throat awkwardly to get the bar tender’s attention. He had never felt more out of place in his life. But on the bright side, maybe he’d be able to get some sort of lead here, as risky as that was. He ordered himself a whisky, but he was surprised to discover this place also served as a restaurant.

John hadn’t even picked his whisky up, too preoccupied with the several dishes whose names he had never even heard of before on his menu; eventually deciding on lobster bisque, something he had never tried.

As he was about to hand the menu back, a sly little vixen slid onto the stool next to him.

“Make it another whisky, and a plate of beignets.”

John could barely register the add-ons to his order as he became aware of your presence next to where he sat. You had an endearing yet mischievous look in your eyes that’d made John second guess every interaction he’d have with you. You wore fashion typical of rich folk around here. Wide frilled skirt with a tightly fitted corset hugging and accentuating your figure. Your decorative accessories alone were probably worth more than anything he had in his satchel.

“Excuse me?” He finally said.

“You’re excused.” You chimed playfully, picking a beignet off the plate that was served before you. John could only wonder how entitled and stuck up this complete stranger must’ve been to order things for themselves under his tab.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who’s treating me!” You batted your lashes.

John swore to himself, attempting to restrain himself in fear of causing a scene. Especially when he was already calling so much attention to himself by simply existing there.

Normally, John wouldn’t have the patience to entertain someone so upfront and entitled in such a calm manner, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. Your features were downright angelic, your wealth obvious not only in how you dressed but how you took care of yourself. Your strongly scented shampoo and perfume wafting to him and intoxicating him like some sort of spell.

“So what’s an angel face like you doing chatting up a complete stranger like me?” He asked, sipping his whisky. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“‘Dunno, you looked interesting. Way different from all the guys ‘round here.” You responded. John wasn’t sure whether or not to take it in a good way considering the state of his appearance. But you found the roughness of his features so attractive. You couldn’t help but find yourself chatting him up. What you intended to do, he wasn’t sure, but he wanted to see where this could go.

“Shouldn’t you be talking up some rich boy?” He asked through a mouthful of lobster. You shook your head.

“They’re so boring. I’m looking for someone more… fun.” You punctuated your sentence by rubbing your leg next to his. John swore he heard himself gulp as he watched you bite into another beignet, the powdered sugar cascading down your plump lips and onto your shirt. He didn’t falter for a moment though, wanting to return the same energy. He would do anything to not let this moment slip from his fingers; it was like whistling on a hunt for a rabbit that would run away if one didn’t go in for the kill.

“Well I don’t know what you initially saw in me but I could give you something worth your while.” He smirked. He dipped his thumb in the powdered sugar, moving to cup your cheek with the same hand. He smoothed over your cheek, feeling the supple and soft skin. As he expected, you turned your head in his hand, taking the sugar coated thumb into your mouth and sucking ever so slightly. The inside of your mouth was as soft as satin and as warm as a freshly fried beignet. John could hardly breathe as he watched you lap at the thumb lasciviously, far longer than necessary. He finally retracted his hand, watching the way you momentarily chased the touch before settling back into your seat. He felt the blood drain out of his brain and into his dick as his mind blanked on what to do.

You noticed the effect you had on him, flashing a toothy smile. He became encapsulated by your plump lips, eyes lingering on them for too long. He jerked suddenly when he felt your hand slide up his thigh, just shy of a few inches from his cock.

John could hardly remember how he got into a room upstairs with you, his mind veiled with a fog of lust so thick, it was comparable to the fog of the bayous. The two of you were all over each other the instant you made it into the room. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, yanking your forward so your lips could meet. Your lips molded together like clay as you both parted your mouths almost in unison, a beautiful display of like-minded desperation. Teeth clashed and tongues slid up against each other, and you made sure to suck on his tongue as he moved back slightly.

You both tasted the whiskey on each other’s tongues, and you made a note of the taste of cigarette smoke on his. He moved back to look at you, cupping your face again like he did before, instead this time he moved to slide two fingers past your lips. You accepted them ceremoniously, wrapping your lips around them and looking at him through your eye lashes. His dick twitched against his jeans as he watched your head bob down slightly on his fingers, the digits disappearing into your velvety mouth. He gasped softly, almost moaning, and he willed himself to slide his fingers in as far as he could into your mouth. John nearly jumped for joy when he realized you didn’t gag, no matter how far down he pushed.

He began thrusting his fingers In and out of your mouth, enjoying the slick sound coming from your throat. John swore he could get off on that alone. But how could he pass up the opportunity to take up a treat such as yourself who was practically presenting themselves on a golden platter to him.

John pulled his fingers out slowly to observe the strand of saliva that connected him to your sweet pink gullet. John’s cock was so hard he thought it might burst, and in another moment of animalistic desire, he pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top. You giggled at his assertiveness, and you thought to yourself how you found exactly what you were looking for.

The two of you sat up, clumsily undoing his belt together. Once you heard the satisfying click of his belt coming undone, your lithe hands worked his zipper open and pulled down his pants. You hooked your fingers on his drawers and pulled, the underwear hitching on his erection before slipping completely over it. You buried your face next to his cock, and at once you were enveloped in the scent of sweat, unruly black curls brushing against your cheek and nose, and the soft skin of his throbbing cock against your face. You looked up at him as you grasped his cock with one hand, slapping it against your cheek playfully before opening your mouth and repeating the same ministration on your tongue. John let out a guttural moan, intertwining his fingers through your hair.

His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched you envelope his cock whole in one go. The sounds he let out were downright embarrassing. The feeling of wet muscles sliding over his cock was almost too much to bear, and you felt his fingers tighten in your hair.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart…” He gasped, a pathetic attempt at composing himself.

You pulled your head back up, slowly, making sure to see the way his face contorted as you hollowed your cheeks. After watching you repeat this same ministration a few more times, the fondness of orgasm began to lurk up behind John. His body trembled almost uncontrollably, and he found himself pushing your head down, holding you there. The tip of his cock slid deeper into your throat, which seems to contract and close around him. There was a sick enjoyment he got out of watching your nose buried in his curls as you sputtered for breath. He pulled you off before it became too much for you, allowing you a moment to breathe. Several strings of saliva connected you to him, some breaking and drooling down your chin. He pushed his cock up against your lips, using his free hand to slap you on the cheek a little.

“I never got your name sweetheart.” He said.

You had to move your face slightly to the side to answer.

“(name).” You responded.

“Well I’m John sweetheart, now let’s get you out of those clothes.”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption #john marston x reader #john marston #john marston smut #van der linde gang x reader #red dead fanfiction #red dead redemption x reader

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Helloo! Ur Addams family AU illustration is AMAZING I LOVE IT, i was drawn to ur page instantly. Jst wanted to ask fr ur take on Goldie and Scrooge in this AU (im a sucker fr the 2 oldies) - will we get any Gomez & Morticia vibes from those 2? I doubt DT17 Goldie can stay put though

Goldie, Goldie, Goldie. I've been ruminating on her for a while.

Because in a lot of ways the relationship is unchanged in the addams au. We've already seen Goldie and Scrooge dance together under the duress of romantic tension so taut they may as well have been attached by steel cables. We've already seen Goldie and Scrooge walk suggestive circles around the elephant that is a tumultuous past charged with the fiery heat of molten gold. (literally. for both the elephant and the molten gol- you know what I mean)

Addams AU Goldie is much similar to Scrooge and the rest of the cast in that, foundationally and fundamentally, she's the same character. I'm tempted to have her be like Launchpad, and just stick canon Goldie in there with the AU crazies and just see how she adapts.

But that would mean missing out on some real BAMF Goldie action so. Nah. Nah let's lean in to the AU here.

Goldie O'Gilt in the Addams AU is a dark temptress. She loves the gold, the chase and the high stakes more than ever. But she also loves to make Scrooge squirm - Torturing him every now and then with a sudden reappearance and robbing him of something expensive he was JUST about to get his hands on, teasing him mercilessly (maybe spiriting him away to run suggestive circles around each other, steal a sinful kiss or two perhaps) before leaving him high, dry and waxing beautiful curses upon her name.

They're more than Batman and Catwoman, they're the bloodhound and the vixen. They don't quietly go their separate ways after every meeting pondering with a vague, untethered longing when they'd cross paths again. No, they are cleaved apart after every meeting. They plot and dream and terrorize themselves with the thought of meeting again, and in the meantime they bathe and wallow with great reverence in the sweet pain of being apart.

For pete's sake if the rest of the family weren't THIS family they'd be disgusted, concerned and probably collectively abandon him whenever Goldie's around. Fortunately they Are THIS family and so are really happy for him. Mostly. Dewey, Louie and Beakley still take great offense to the gross romanticism of it all.

#addams au #ducktales #goldie o'gilt #scrooge mcduck

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Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 4: Why Are Shades So Cute?

It’s time to arrange your first flaying session

The next few days passed by as you made your way through any work that needed doing. You visited the souls you owned to assure they were all doing alright and gathered intel on any new potential clients. You visited Velvette and worked a few modeling gigs, arranging another fur delivery for two weeks out- you would need to remember to visit Alastor to arrange your first flaying session together. The laughter that met your ears when you’d accidentally mentioned that bit out loud would have been insulting had you not been such good friends.

“Sorry, babes! I’m not laughing at you per se. Voxy’s gonna have himself a little bitch fit when he hears about this,” her gaze softened on you. “I’m happy for you Y/N,” she pulled you into a hug and you thanked her.

After leaving Velvette’s office you stopped by Valentino’s floor to read any new scripts he may have that caught your fancy. Nothing grabbed your attention so you decided to head over to the hotel to request your beaus time.

You blushed as you thought of different ways to bring up the conversation. You knew he was the one who originally asked to be your butcher, but the swarming butterflies in your stomach were saying that he had probably already changed his mind. You hadn’t talked to him since your date/ deal proposal meeting, and the creeping doubt of his interest in you had firmly begun to settle in the further you got to your destination. You steeled yourself as you reached for the door handle, but it swung open to reveal an excited, now very grown up Charlie Morningstar- the young woman seemed to be almost as tall as Alastor now.

“Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, your local resort of rehabilitation!” She pulled you excitedly into the lobby and you saw a couple of unfamiliar demons turn their heads to you along with Angel, Husk and… apparently Sir Pentious had decided to give redemption a shot. The last you’d seen of him, he was trying his best to win turf wars. Good for him, you guessed.

“This is my girlfriend, Vaggie and from left to right we have Angel Dust, our bartender Husk, our housekeeper Nifty and Sir Pentious. What’s your name? Would you like to give redemption a try?” The poor woman was gasping for air after her long-winded introduction. You smiled warmly to her- she’d grown into a good person; her parents should be so proud of her.

“Princess, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance- my name is Y/N. I hate to disappoint you, but I was actually coming over to visit with Alastor for a moment. I promise not to keep him too long,” you explained, sad to see her expression falter before she perked up again.

“Oh, so you’re a friend of Alastor’s! It’s so nice to meet you!” She shook your hands with a bright smile and you noticed the demon introduced as Vaggie walking cautiously towards you. She must be used to keeping her girlfriends passion in check- that was the face of exasperated adoration.

“Actually, Charlie dear,” came a staticky tenor. Shadows rose from the stained carpet and shaped themselves into Alastor beside you. “Y/N here is my sweetheart- we’ve recently started a courtship,” he corrected her, placing his hand on your shoulder before kissing your forehead. You felt your heart melt as your face heated, tail wagging at the warm gesture.

“Good afternoon, darling,” he greeted.

“Well, well, well. I wasn’t expecting anything romantic to come outta that little date, but congrats toots! Bettah be careful, deer daddy- this little vixen likes to bite back if you misbehave,” Angel teased Alastor, earning himself a blush from the man.

“Not to worry, my good man;

I’m counting on it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hard to tamp down the screech trying to work its way up your throat, your shadow warbling but keeping themselves in check. You knew your face was beet red by the way Angel was laughing at you. Charlie seemed enamored with Alastors open displays of affection, cupping her face in her hands and cooing at him. The rest of the demons in the room just seemed to be disturbed- aside from little Nifty, who along with Charlie seemed to be over the moon.

You cleared your throat and looked up at Alastor. “May I borrow you for a moment? I hate to bother you at work but-“

“Nonsense, darling! Come with me,” he led you from the lobby before you felt shadows crawling over you and when you blinked you were in a new room. You were slightly disoriented; was that a shadow power, or an Alastor power? You wanted to learn it- that power would be incredibly useful in sticky situations. But you had other things to discuss before you went requesting for your beau to teach you his tricks.

“Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Alastor had cocked his head and placed his hands behind his back, his smile warm and his eyes glowing. ‘Did he miss me?’ You shook the thought from your head; of course he missed you- he’s the one who spoke to you first. ‘I really need to be nicer to myself,’ you told yourself (for the ten billionth time). He was waiting patiently for you to gather yourself after the transportation.

“I… Well, I had a meeting with Velvette today and we’ve scheduled an order to be delivered in two weeks time. If you are free in the next few days, that should give us plenty of time for flaying- I’ll need you to set aside about 6 hours for that bit. I’ll show you my preferred treatment method for my pelts.” You were honestly impressed by the other demon’s self-control. His entire form was contorting as you continued your explanation.

“I know you said you are proficient, but I want to keep an eye on your work for our first time around. My pelt is quite large, so I keep a set of special racks I’d like to leave at your place before we begin. We will need a large space that is easily cleaned, or at least a place you don’t mind getting super messy.”

That got him very excited, his antlers growing larger at the prospect of bloodshed. Your bloodshed. Your willing bloodshed. You felt your body grow warm as you watched him struggle before you. ‘Such a strong mate,’ your shade purred next to you, pride swelling in your chest.

“I also require a bed for my healing sleep, so I would suggest a waterproof/stain-proof mattress cover. I don’t know about you but I hate bloodstains in my sheets,” you finished your explanation with a small joke, chuckling to yourself.

It would appear Alastor would require a moment; you waited for him to process his feelings, a small smile on your lips and warmth in your eyes. He finally calmed down and his permanent grin turned grateful.

“It would appear my anxieties were for not. I had feared you were regretting our arrangements,” he confessed and reached for you to pull into his arms, needing to hunch just slightly to rest his chin between your ears. Your heart clenched as you wrapped your arms around his torso and raised your head in ask of a kiss he happily obliged, bringing his lips to press against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed as you pressed your bodies closer. His aura was so intense pressed this close that when you felt his tongue asking for entrance you’d been surprised. You parted your lips for him and he groaned as your tongues began to dance along each other. Oh, the things you wanted to do to this man. The things you wanted this man to do to you. The feelings he was eliciting were so powerful you lost yourself in his being.

You felt his claws begin carding through your hair and you purred against him, nipping gently at him between kisses. The whimper that left him when you drew blood went straight to your cunt, and you growled at the taste of him before reluctantly pulling away. Alastor was apparently just as reluctant, his arms clenching before letting you go.

“You are so beautiful, my buck. I will confess I was worrying over the same things. It’s an unfortunately common emotion, but I will endeavor to make sure you remember just how much I burn for you.” You stepped back to embrace him, rubbing your nose just under his jawline and nipping at it.

His breath caught and your ears flattened at the loud roaring bellow that sounded.

Alastor jumped, seemingly having startled himself as his own ears flattened and his eyes cringed. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his ill placed smile, closer resembling a snarl in his current state.

“You weren’t kidding, lust really isn’t your thing. First time hearing your mating call?” You tilted your head and gave him space for a moment; your question had caught his attention.

“You have a mating call?”

You smiled and nodded to him before blushing as you closed your eyes and screeched for him. His ears twitched and swiveled as he processed your unique sound before he sighed.

“It’s a phenomenon I’ve experienced when taking care of my ruts, and I produce a somewhat similar sound if I’m particularly aggravated, but fortunately it’s not something that happens outside of them or with others around; well, usually,” he explained.

“So your passions usually lay outside of the bedroom. I can’t say I’m overly surprised,” you smiled and offered your hand for him to hold, cupping his cheek with the other. “Would you like to stop for now? You will not offend me.”

Alastors eyes glowed at you as he took your hand and brought it to his lips to kiss.

“It would appear, my dearest Vixen, that my virtue is indeed in need of protecting,” he sighed and leaned into the hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry. Thank you for being so generous with me.”

“Try your best not to be sorry, Alastor. It’s not generosity, it’s the bare minimum- don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” You weren’t sure how he’d learned that particular lesson, but you felt a surge of fierce protective energy overtake your being at the way his eyes widened in a pained expression before he laughed.

“I was about to apologize for apologizing,” he seemed exasperated with himself, struggling with whatever internal battle raged inside. You chuckled with him; how many times had you done the same thing? How many times did you still do as such?

“Well on that note, I will suggest that if you are proficient in barrier magicks that we add a strong sound barrier to the space,” you said with a sly grin on your black lips. That seemed to cheer your beau up a bit, chuckling as he leaned his forehead to yours and rubbed your noses together.

“As you wish, ma chèr.” His voice lacked his usual old radio filter, a distinct Cajun accent pulling through.

You felt it like a bolt of lightning, your fur instantly puffing up. You held your breath and bit your tongue to crush the screech struggling to claw its way up your throat. Oh you were done for.

Alastor noticed your reaction- how could he not? Your faces were right on each other.

“Always giving me free ammunition, my sweet Vixen,” he teased, his eyes glowing and half-lidded, his smile soft. A familiar song sounded from his chest and he began leading you in a dance. Your tail swished along to synchronize with the rhythm he set. This song had been recorded about a year before you died, sung by Ruth Etting if you remembered correctly- ‘Button Up Your Overcoat’. You both laughed when the singer got to the line about not eating meat and getting a tummy ache.

“It’s been ages since I’ve listened to that song.” You twirled one last time as the music came to an end. “I had just bought her record before I bit the dust,” you said with a nostalgic laugh.

The sound of a record scratching burst from Alastors chest, and you laughed harder at his knit brows. “No need to worry darling! I’ve always been much happier dead. I didn’t suffer,” you told a half truth. Your death was not painful per se, just the part before. You’d gone out quite happy with who you were, and you couldn’t say that about many other people you knew.

“Forgive me, darling, you have simply caught me by surprise! I didn’t expect you to be of the same time,” he chuckled out. “You’ve been so free and open in your passions, yet so… how do I want to put this… Unprejudiced? In your manner with others,” he explained with a flourishing of his hand.

“Hahaha! I’m a cannibal serial killer- who am I to judge? Well, I suppose for my victims I was judge, jury and executioner. Besides, I’ve had plenty of time to change my way of thinking. Am I to understand that you were so prejudiced in our day?” Your teasing seemed to make him nervous, eyes widened in a look you couldn’t decipher. “Look, I get it, but who you were doesn’t matter now. It’s what you do going forward that matters most... I myself had a particular proclivity for attracting the wrong kind of man, always have, always will. It formed a hatred in my heart for every man I saw, until I met some that were truly, genuinely good people. And then I met women who were just as evil as the beastly men I’d dropped before, which helped to even out my perspective on things. I’ve had to completely alter my mind from what was conditioned into me from childhood. Plus, it helps that I’m in hell now. No law to pop me off, I can heal any injury within a few hours or if I die I completely respawn good as new. I own those souls now, and I have an unending supply of beasts to hunt and feast upon,” you finished, your predators eyes flashing up at him.

You saw the shivers as they made their way up his body and he swallowed hard.

“This… will take some getting used to,” he said, ears flattening and looking away with a blush. You cooed at the adorable display, but kept your hands to yourself as he struggled to regain his composure.

“Worried I may pull a Rosie?” Your tease seemed to conjure a particularly pleasant image; he was beet red and covering his eyes.

“My dear, I’m afraid you may be disappointed if you think that scares me,” he replied after a moment.

“Acquired a new kink, honey?” You purred and leaned forward just a bit, placing your hands behind your back. “Perhaps some time you would like to try it out yourself? I am rather accomplished in the field.”

Alastor pulled his hand from his face, black eyes trailing along the lines of your body before settling on your face. Your grin softened and you straightened.

“I think I’m beginning to understand that mind of yours a bit more, darling,” he said, chuckling to himself. “I do suppose it’s only fair to reciprocate in a courtship- you may very well be correct in your assumptions.”

“Whenever you decide you’re ready sweetie; it would be my utmost pleasure to oblige any request you may wish to try. My tastes are far ranging, and I’m usually open to trying anything new once,” you said sweetly. You hoped he would take you up on the offer someday.

You noticed a flash of black slip under the door and come to settle at Alastors feet before his shade formed shape and circled around you to kiss your cheek, large smile adorning their face. You smiled at them and kissed their cheek back, allowing your shade out to swirl around and play with the other. Alastor watched on with a warm look before turning back to you.

“Hm, well on that note, shall we have lunch? I was making the afternoon meal before you arrived if you feel up to “normal” faire,” he emphasized with a gesture and an eye roll.

“You cook?” That had taken you by surprise. “Radio host, hotel manager and chef. You are full of surprises Mistah Radio Demon,” you grinned up at the other demon. “Lead the way, darling.”

That earned you a wide smile before he offered his arm and when you grabbed it you were swallowed by his shadows. You kept your eyes open to observe the darkness in hopes to understand the method, but it was just a quick rush of cold air and you were in a dining area.

“Just a moment, my dear. I just need to announce it’s ready,” he said as he snapped and the large table was set and food was placed. “Would you like a mimosa, or perhaps something else?” You smiled and nodded enthusiastically before you see Alastors shadows swallow him up and disappear. He reappeared moments later, a mimosa in one hand and a rye in his other. You accepted your drink with thanks as the other demons began filing in and taking their seats.

You sat next to Angel and Alastor took the other seat next to you. The food was delicious- it had been a while since you’d had étouffée, and the happy moan paired with wagging tail seemed to please the chef. “This is superb, Alastor dear! Your list of talents seems to just keep growing,” your compliment brings a satisfied hum from the man as he sipped his whiskey. “Thank you, darling; I’m glad you like it.”

“So, Y/N, how did you guys meet? You work with Angel right?” Charlie asked between her bites. The woman was so friendly, unlike most royals and upper crust you’d met.

“Well, I’ve always enjoyed Alastors broadcast and I believe Angel showed him one of our videos together which put me on his radar. We ran into each in Cannibal Town and have been enjoying getting to know each other since.” Your explanation garners mixed reactions.

“You’re that lady from the bloody movie! I really like that one!” Nifty began bouncing excitedly and you thanked her with a smile. Everyone aside from her, Angel and Alastor looked very disturbed; Charlie was doing her best to keep smiling, her eyes squinting. You couldn’t help the laughter that burst forth at her face. “I get all sorts of reactions from my proclivities dear; you will not offend me if it’s not your interest. Everybody enjoys their coffee differently,” you say with a shrug.

“Oooh, coffee, I like that one, toots!” Angel said, laughing with you. “You old-timers got some classy analogies”. You scoffed at the spider, “Young man, you’re an old-timer nowadays too, so don’t you go sassin’.”

“Oooh, little Vixen’s gettin’ the claws out. Woof,” he teased you and you flicked him on his nose. “Last I remember, you like that kinda thing,” you countered with a sly grin. Angel shrugged at you, grinning in return. “Eh, I like what I like. What can I say?”

Coughing sounded from both sides of the table. “God there’s two of them now,” Husk groaned out while Alastor took down his glass of whiskey with a hum.

“Aww, what’s the matter, pussycat? Ya jealous? I’ll let ya scratch my back anytime,” Angel replied seductively and Husk looked away with a grumble.

“Ah, my dear, you may not have realized, but we actually met at that butcher shop off of Crier and Sinew. Not that we stopped and introduced ourselves quite yet. I remember the prettiest belle I’d seen in my afterlife, and one with manners at that!”

You laughed and scratched the back of your head with a blush. “Oh, I remember quite well. I bumped into one of the sexiest/scariest overlords in the Pentagram and didn’t die for it! That aura can really knock a girl off her feet!” The others at the table seemed confused, but Angel smirked and leaned over to stage whisper to Husk, “Betcha fifty bucks that bitch was flickin’ the bean that night.”

“What now?”

Angel smirked and opened his mouth before you shoved a large piece of garlic bread in his mouth. “How did you and Vaggie meet, Charlie?” You asked in hopes of changing the subject.

“Oh, well Vaggie had been injured in an extermination and I just happened to find her and patch her up. She was the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Charlie explained, looking to her partner with love. Vaggie looked close to tears, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. You cooed at the scene before you- how cute those two were in their love.

“So, hey uh, Y/N. You said something about auras? What’s that about?” The question had come from Husk of all people. You cock your head and smile at him. “Most demons can sense them if it’s practiced. I can feel power levels of the demons around me. It really helps to know who to be careful around and who you can take out if things go sour,” you explained. Only Alastor seemed unsurprised at your revelation, however he did seem to be impressed that you had either figured that out on your own or had it taught over the years.

“I didn’t know we could do anything we weren’t manifested with! Hey! Can you teach me that shadow twin thing you do? BEST sex toy in the underworld!” Angel was practically frothing at the mouth, which brought both laughter from you and a record scratch from beside you.

“Sorry Ang, my darling shade is one of the powers I manifested with. I’m afraid most shadow work had to be learned before death as far as I’ve been able to tell. Either that or it’s a unique power to the specific demon, kinda like blood poison or physical appearance. I can however show you some dimensional, fashion and utility magicks if you want.” Your explanation and offer seemed to temper the spiders expectations as he nodded.

“Can I stab you sometime, Miss Y/N? Or pull your skin off? That looked like fun! I like pain and blood!” You turned to Nifty across from Alastor, who seemed to have an almost parental adoration for her and gave her a nod and a smile. “Sure, sweetie. But we’ll have to play outside. We don’t want to ruin your lovely hotel now, do we? It’s quite the mess to clean up.”

Nifty gave an excited whoop and decided to zoom off somewhere, yelling out “See you later, Miss Y/N!”

“So, I’m curious now, is blood play not a sexual or romantic thing for you? I figured since you wanted it shot, that it was a sex thing,” Angel turned to face you with a look of slight confusion. You shrugged at him.

“I mean, it can be if I’m doing it with my partner or for work, but mostly it’s a nice feeling of platonic love for me. You know me, once I make a good friend I’ll do anything for them. Getting to see the others joy from the fruits of my labor is the general idea. Like when I gifted Velvette her first pelt- it was like giving a particularly exciting present at Christmas time,” you explained your thought process to the best of your abilities. You knew you were odd, even for a citizen of hell.

“When I think of it that way, it’s actually kinda sweet,” you heard Charlie say, obviously still a bit disturbed.

You laughed at the princess’s statement. “Oh no, my dear! It’s completely deranged! But, I know who I am and how I work- and I’m happy with that. And as long as I have clear, enthusiastic consent from those receiving my gifts, that’s all that matters. I would not recommend trying it yourself without someone you trust.” That seemed to bring great relief from the room. Perhaps they were expecting you to start gifting them your flesh or pelts. You’d have scoffed if you didn’t understand their trepidation. Why would you cut off precious flesh if the recipient wouldn’t appreciate your effort and pain? The answer is simple- you wouldn’t.

Lunch was finished with a warm whiskey cake and vanilla ice cream, and you fell a little bit further for the man next to you. You couldn’t help but think of the Bessie Smith song, “Kitchen Man”. It would be hard to do without these delicious flavors and feelings he was releasing within you. Your shadow was already fully on board with the idea that he was your mate, sidling up next to him in ask of affection. He’d smiled warmly at them and nodded, receiving a happy nuzzling and kiss to his cheek before his shadow began chasing again. Something told you this would be a regular occurrence for the two, the thought bringing a contented purr to your chest.

Alastors ears swiveled and lowered cutely when your eyes met, his smile turning watery. Charlie cooed at the sight and you giggled. Who the fuck was this adorable soft boi in front of you? The fucking Radio Demon, that’s who. The entire situation was completely absurd, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon

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bizlybebo · 6 months ago

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HELLO VIXEN 👹👹👹

Have two exams tomorrow, but i won’t fail because im that guy.

Anyways don’t think about how Dakota had to grow up so fast despite being perceived as the more childlike member of PD. About how his aunt probably worked a few jobs to keep food on the table, so she was always coming home tired and sluggish. Don’t think about how he probably had to learn to cook shitty microwave food so he and his aunt didn’t go hungry. Don’t think about him curling up next to her still frame, gently placing a plastic plate with more care and attention than he had ever given anything in his life. Don’t think about the glare of the tv straining his eyes in the dimly lit apartment as he pretends he’s not alone. Pretends he’s surrounded by his mother, father, and the little dog they had just adopted a few weeks before the resurgence. Don’t think about him clutching that soggy, half heated pizza to his chest like a lifeline.

(Sorry dude, I’m an angst fiend and while thinking about anything other than stupid fucking DNA and RNA I got thinking about Dakota.)

HEAD IN HANDS.SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS IM SURE YOU DID GREAT ON YOUR EXAMS BUT HEAD IN HANDSSS DUDEEE.

idk man there's something so. gutwrenching about dakota damascus vs dakota cole and the way he presents himself to be this carefree, strong, heroic guy. like auggh. he's a lot gentler than he takes himself to be, because he did sort of fabricate dakota cole, so that no ties existed between him and his aunt. he never seems to think he's entirely achieved being a hero, it's always something he says he's gonna be.

and i just oughhh. the first person he wanted to save but felt like he couldn't was his aunt.

and also GAHHHHEJTFMHTNE THE SMALL DOG THEY ADOPTED A FEW WEEKS BEFORE THE RESURGENCEIM GONNA KILL SOMETHING

aoagueorhjegtwtr.gthr this is. man.

#vixen rambles #vixen answers #neglect #neglect tw #tw neglect #jrwi save tag

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forthedancingandthethriving · 2 months ago

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(TW: Blood and injury)

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There's hardly time for him to react.

Vitality lunges at Disc, one eye obscured by shadow as she slams into him, full forced. Her claws wrap around his throat, and they both fall.

The portal opens, they fall through, and they're gone.

The portal spits them out somewhere unknown, but Vitality could care less. She and Disc tumble through the air, bodies soon scraping against the rocky ground as they skid down a mountain side.

The Program that was once her brother kicks her off with such ferocity that it makes her fumble. She goes skidding away, pointed stones digging into her shoulders.

She's up on her feet in no time, and her peacock feathers shake. They turn into fox tails, and then into a singular large one. Twenty-six eyes on it glaring with hate at him.

She summons her kyoketsu-shoge, just in time for Disc's naginata to clash against it. Sparks fly as the two former siblings-in-arms glare daggers at one another.

No words are said. They know that one of them will not be leaving alive.

Vitality swings the chain of her weapon. Even if she's the one not leaving alive, she's sure as hell not dying without a fight.

It wraps around Disc, and she sends him flying to the ground. The familiar feeling of flames aches at her.

Disc glares at her, cold as ice.

Vitality glares back, as hot as flames.

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Blood, orange and white, paints the jagged stones and cliffside of whatever dimension the two are in.

A large fox tosses a tailless and earless coyote to the wayside. His limp body skids across rocks.

The vixen stands there, panting, chest heaving as white blood slowly falls from her wounds. It drips from her maw as she begins to stagger forward, hearing ringing and vision swimming.

It's too blurry for her to see what's happened to Disc. He's there one moment and gone the next.

Deactivated, Vitality hopes.

She collapses onto the ground, switching back to her regular form. Blood slowly dripping.

A chat box pops up.

Abyssal: Vitality, where are you?!

Another.

Crash: Vitality?? Why are 8&9's Admins telling us you just vanished from TCS?? Where are you?

More and more. Multiple messages. Chats.

But Vitality doesn't have the energy to respond. She can't respond, she's too weak to.

But she has to. There's that determination. That pride.

If she's going to die here, then at least her final words are going to be known, damn it!

She pushes herself up to her knees –

Before she collapses right back down.

“Shit,” she mutters weakly, eyelids fluttering.

Vitality doesn't know how long she laid there for, slowly bleeding out. Hours, probably. Chat boxes and messages appeared frequently, but her vision was far too blurry to properly read the times.

It wasn't long until she heard the crack of a portal, and a familiar voice.

“Oh my- Vitality!”

Sparks.

Green and red fills her vision as her friend's model shifts to one from when times were good.

“Gods, you have everyone losing their minds, even ClearAll is worried. Imagine my confusion when he rushed in and was asking if you were at the bar,” Sparks spoke quietly as he carefully picked up his friend.

Vitality hums quietly to let Sparks know she's awake and listening.

Sparks is grateful for that. He feels her body heating up on account of the blessing from FireFox. She heats and heats up, and he can hear the sizzling, the crackle and popping as her wounds heal.

“Do you need to go to him?” Sparks asks, voice a soft murmur.

“I'm okay,” Vitality answers, weak and quiet. “Code can handle it.. gonna need.. a lot of rest..”

Sparks takes notice that her braid has come undone, and he gently weaves it back together. “Adminspace?”

A hum is his answer.

“Should I answer any questions they have honestly?” Sparks asks softly. He knows how she feels about her past.

A pause and then a nod. “They.. deserve to know.. but.. not every.. detail..”

Vitality exhales. The cracking and popping of her code is a comfort. She can feel the heat healing her.

“You had us all so worried,” Sparks murmurs as he walks, probably just to give him time to talk with Vitality. “Me and ClearAll especially. I swear, for a bit, I was convinced you were going to, well.. deactivate..”

“Not.. for a while..” Vitality mumbles, voice fading as she slowly falls into rest.

Sparks lets out an amused but exasperated sigh. “Some things never change..”

#song of a usurper arc #program: disc #admin: vitality #program: sparks #fanfiction: my writing!#!posts!#so! reasoning for this decision; project thunder! I was thinking up of reasons for why Vitality couldn’t just.. cure the virus used on the->#CCC avatars. And while it couldve been the route of “oh its just too hard for her”.. i figured her being down for the count is better.#So she'll be okay! but it'll take a bit

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violettduchess · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'm so happy to see you are participating! May I please request Leon with prompt #5? Thank you! <3

A/N: This combines two of the requests for Tis the Season for Love CCC hosted by @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore. This Leon prompt was also requested by @joiedecombat. Clavis request was anon!

Leon- scarf sharing, Clavis- ice skating

One of the last bits of fluff before the angst!

Word Count: 1456

Leon- Scarf Sharing

The door to the bedroom opens in what can only be called triumph as Leon strides in on his long legs, holding a present wrapped in forest green paper and tied with a perfect golden bow. The wide grin on his face tells you exactly what this must be.

Setting aside your book, you slide to the edge of the bed where he joins you, sitting himself down with an air of child-like excitement. “Leon! You found it!” During the smaller, more private exchange of presents at Christmas, Leon had been stricken by the fact that one present for you had seemingly disappeared into thin air. He had showered you with many other wonderful things, but this had bothered him enough to have the whole palace searched for days until, now, finally, it seems the mystery present returned from wherever it had journeyed to.

“Yves found it. What it was doing in the pantry, I have no idea.” You had an idea and it is golden-eyed and lavender-haired with a no-good grin that screams trouble. Clavis hiding presents in odd places would make perfect sense. Any excuse to cause some fanciful trouble.

“Well”, you say as you lean over, kissing his cheek, “I can’t wait to see it!” He hands it over, grinning boyishly. “Just rip it,” he mutters as you carefully untie the bow. “No,” you chide him gently, “we can use the paper and bow again.” He sighs, muttering something about how he is a prince and you are his love and he can get you paper and ribbons any time. You ignore him because it is the principle of the matter. Some people are paper-rippers and others are correct.

The perfectly intact paper and golden ribbon are set carefully aside, leaving you with a chocolate brown box which you open with eager hands and then gasp in delight. Nestled inside is a scarf of the deepest cranberry red, shot through with threads of bright gold. “Oh Leon….” Joy brings a hush to your voice as you touch the material gently. It feels the way you imagine a cloud would, soft and fluffy and immediately wonderful.

“I found it at a stand at the Christmas Market the day I went with Jin and Yves. This sweet little old woman was selling them. I saw it in its box and bought it right then and there.” That is the Leon you love, all heart and spontaneity. You reach inside to take the scarf out.

You pull….and pull….and pull….and pull….what? Both his and your eyes widen as you realize just how long the scarf is. When you finally have it all in your lap, it spills over both sides, a soft cloud of red and gold. A really, really big, soft cloud. Leon looks crestfallen as he realizes that you can probably wrap the whole thing around your entire body, not just your neck.

“No, it's ok, love. Don’t be sad. I have an idea.” You stand, offering him your hand. “Come with me.”

It’s a cold, clear winter night. The stars shine like extravagant diamonds against the black velvet sky. The sliver of moon is white and pale as bone, allowing the stars their moment to glow. You and Leon are snuggled together on the palatial terrace under a heavy blanket, your necks and shoulders warmed by your enormous, incredibly warm, red and gold scarf. A stone fire pit bathes you both in heat and gentle orange light. “See? Perfect for star-gazing together.” He turns to look at you, eyes bright with admiration for your optimism. “Perfect,” he murmurs in that deep voice you love so much. “Just perfect.”

Clavis-ice skating

You’re reading a book about the far-off Tourmaline kingdom, drinking in the beautiful illustrations of their traditions and customs. You’re particularly engrossed in a description of winter activities when the sofa suddenly dips due to someone throwing himself despondently onto it. “You don’t even notice me anymore. How could you miss a sight such as this entering a room?”

With a sigh you reach out to ruffle his soft, twilight hair, your touch gentle but playful. He pretends to fix it but in truth, any touch of yours is one he treasures. He reaches up, capturing your hand and then holds it captive against his heart. “What has you so entranced, my dear?” You show him the book and the illustrations of people gliding across a frozen lake with blades on their boots. “This looks like such fun!”

He tilts his head, his thumb absently running over the back of the hand he is still holding tightly against his chest. “Would you like to try it?” His tone is forcibly casual, as if it's no big deal but he also gets the reaction he was fervently hoping for. The book almost falls to the floor as you shift to face him, eyes suddenly bright with excitement. “You’ve done this before?” He shrugs one shoulder, but his lips are curved into a wide grin. “Who hasn’t?” The way your smile radiates joy sends his heart into a tailspin. Ducking his head, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand to hide the effect you’re having on him. “Let me make some arrangements….”

Those fateful words ring in your ears several days later as Clavis kneels in the snow, helping secure the ice blades to your sturdiest boots. He checks the straps several times before rising, offering you his arm as he helps you from the bench down the gentle slope to the edge of the frozen lake. There is no one else around as Clavis assured the other princes you would not want to be seen, slipping and falling in front of them and he would do anything to preserve your dignity.

“Now just ease your way forward. I’ll attach mine and join you in a moment.” One skate touches the ice and immediately you slide forward, nearly pinwheeling away from him. His strong grip holds you in place, his laughter soft. “Hold on a moment dearie. Don’t go running away from me yet.” Once you have your balance, he lets go and moves toward the bench to attach his own blades. You breathe in the crisp air. Your leg muscles are tense and you will yourself to relax. You have always been good at walking on logs and complicated dance steps, both things that require a sense of body and balance. Tentatively you push forward. You are shaky and you are damned slow but you are moving forward. Your body adapts to the movement and after only a few moments of trembling legs and flapping arms, you manage to glide very, very slowly around half of the small body of frozen water.

Clavis applauds you from the lake's edge, his smile brighter than the winter sunlight. “Look at you go!” Pride fills you as you continue your sluggish, but steady progress. “Come on!” You aren’t brave enough to lift an arm to wave yet but you hope your tone conveys your excitement at trying this together.

Your love nods once and confidently steps out onto the frozen lake…..and promptly falls on his princely rear with a yelp. “Clavis!!” You want to turn to help him but if you do it too quickly you’ll end up flat on the ice with him. “Wait, I’m coming.” You move with the speed of an arthritic snail toward where he is trying to rise again with a body that suddenly appears to be made of gelatin as he flops back down onto the ice. “I’m almost there!” You’re still mostly across the lake. Oh dear.

What feels like hours later, you are holding him in your arms, both of you sprawled in the snow at the edge of the lake. His face is buried in your shoulder, red from exertion and embarrassment. “I asked if you had done this before and you said who hasn’t!” You can't help the curling warmth of amusement lacing your chastisement. “I never specified if I was one of the ones who had.” His voice is muffled by your coat and scarf and despite the wet and the cold, you find yourself laughing, a sound that almost soothes the throbbing pain in certain parts of his body that became very well acquainted with hard ice.

You reach out with your gloved hand, pushing back his hair. “How about we take these awful things off and go back to the palace for a hot bath?” He tilts his head up slightly so you can see one golden eye and the wicked flame of suggestion in it. “Together?” You sigh, stroking his hair. “Sure. Together.”

He lifts his head entirely now, injuries seemingly forgotten. “Well what are we waiting for?!” He pushes himself up, wincing and you can only shake your head at the sudden burst of motivation. Ah, Clavis.

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