#love that one image of me but the strap is out of place 😭

[vedaelorah]

PLAYER SELECT

CLAIRE REDFIELD

My Claire Redfield cosplay is complete!

My first time cosplaying!

[diejager]

JAKAJWIH I just saw this post and https://www.tumblr.com/citrusbunnies/732151502028898304

I can’t help but imagine deer!hybrid reader that’s with 141, and they/she/he (it doesn’t matter lol) walked out of the bushes or woods to the team inside and their reaction to it!

Also I LOVE your work, every time I see that you have posted wether it be recently or if they are older and they just appear in my feed. I get excited! 😭 also if you don’t wanna do this, feel free to ignore COMPLETELY! I just saw this and I thought it was so cute😭😭

That deer image is actually funny… this drabble though, not so much.

Doe Cw: hybrid, DARKFIC, IMPLIED DUB-CON/NON-CON, kidnapping, training, implied sex, tell me if I missed any.

They cued in on the rustling sound, bushes ruffling against an unknown body hiding behind the tree line, moving as if they were unaware of the men or uncaring of danger. Rifles pointed towards the source, Price held control of the situation, aware of the danger when hunting feral hybrids. Ferals were unpredictable, unable to find the distinction between friend or foe, but they were smart, cunning and weren’t shy to group together, forming hunting packs. Those that were impossible to rehabilitate would stay in the wild, some causing trouble and others keeping to themselves, living alone or in a community they built on their own.

Despite the trepidataion and tension in their shoulders, the waited, breaths steady and unyielding to the harsh winds of early winter. They expected a wolf - or a few - or a bear to jump at them, but were released to see antlers poking out of the bush, tines interlocked with green and dried leaves still tied to a thin branch, followed by perked ears, rounded ends flicking against the leafage stuck around the antlers. A head soon followed, big, doe eyes with the dilated, rounded pupils staring at them with timid curiosity, uncertain of the danger.

Rather than a big brown bear or a deranged grey wolf, they found a curious deer hybrid. Price raised his fist, ordering the three of them to lower their weapons, holding it to his chest, he took a step towards you, slow and tentative. You jerked back, body moving out of your hiding place, fully exposing yourself to men —men deprived of the gentle touch of a woman and the loving embrace of one. You wore rags, hanging off the small straps of your shoulder and stopped mid-thigh, soft and plush skin; your dress hugged the promiscuous curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts and ass, leaving nothing to their imagination. You were a sight to hungry and deprived men like them, gruff and overworked, tired and wanting a moment of reprieve to relax and work off the stress.

“Hello,” it hadn’t crossed his mind whether or not you spoke, seeing that you were dressed in nothing but rags despite looking clean and untouched by filth, simply delicious to their eyes. “I’m John,” he gave you a smile, his eyes creased and cheeks wrinkled, his lips stretched under his bear-like beard, “Who are you?”

His softer approach made you compliant, mumbling out your name in a soft voice. You were skittish, looking as if a single abrupt movement would have you buck away from them, and they couldn’t have that, you were a source of information and much more. Soft curves and doe-eyed filled with a sort of innocence, able to thrive in the wild with feral hybrids, ye untouched by their rough and untamed character.

“Who… who are they?” Your eyes gazed over the three men behind Price, hands pulled to your chest in an effort to give yourself comfort and protection against the dark gleam in their brown and blue eyes.

“That’s Soap,” your eyes followed his hand, hovering towards the men with striking, blue irises and a weird haircut. “Gaz,” he motioned towards the man with warm, brown skin and a pretty face. “And Ghost,” he was the most intimidating, broad and big, it made you shudder. “What are you doing here?”

The question lingered in the air, you frowned, seemingly unwilling to divulge your reason because you had the same question, wanting to know why big, armed men were threading in your home. You looked away, staring at their feet rather than their strong gaze, feet shuffling around. They watched you bite your lip, pearly whites peaking under your lip to sink down in your glossy lips, perfect for kissing. How would you taste if they got their hands on you? Would your mouth taste as sweet and delicious as you looked? You were temptation on two feet.

“This is my home,” you reluctantly told them, becoming more anxieties by the second. It seemed like you were waiting for the right moment to skip away, to rush through the forest and hide away from the men who had a sudden interest in you. “You?”

“Classified, love.”

You perked up and shied away at the way he called you, his rumbling voice turning soft and disarming, near becoming for a sensitive hybrid like you. You were so adorable when you acted all shy, ears flicking and little nose scrunching up. You were naturally wary of anyone as a prey animal, vulnerable and without claws or sharp teeth against anything bigger than you. They could all see the tension building in your body, ears backed against your head and fingers fumbling around, his voice might’ve soothed you, but his reply made you fearful, suspicious enough to look more and more like you were going to flee.

If you ran, they would follow, Ghost would probably the one to catch you first, surprisingly fast and nimble for someone of his stature. He’d tackle you to the ground, scruff you and hold you down despite your wails and take you back, you had something they needed. Ghost would do the training, prepping you however he deemed fit and punish you if you lashed out. Gaz and Soap could easily break you in, their gentler countenance working in their favour. A push and pull, essentially, with Soap’s puppy-like aggression and mischievousness, and Gaz’s gentle care and grounding hand. Price would keep you in check, sometimes overseeing Ghost’s training and other times participating in it, being the disapproving and sympathetic one when faced with Ghost’s cruel and degrading ways.

You were pretty in rags - you would look pretty in anything you wore - but you’d be the prettiest naked and stuffed on their laps, eyes rolled back and breasts jostling. Taking you would take care of their needs, the temptation pulsing in their crotch. You wouldn’t mind it, would you? It would be better than sleeping on the rough, forest terrain, victim to both nature and the wilderness. You would be protected and taken care of, what else would you want?

“Why don’t you come with us, love,” it wasn’t an offer, it was a demand —an order.

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[pressureplus]

Ok ok hear me out.. what if, you did a part two of “Reflection” but the reader finally gets to read Sebastian’s document? And kinda sees how similar they look. It’s kinda dumb because it wouldn’t really much to write about but it’s just a thought 😭

No no, don't apologize. I can work with anything as long as its got 1 sentence or three descriptive words and a vibe! I can easily make you a part two!

Doppelganger

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: N/A

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At last you purchased that damn document of his. It had sat on his desk almost teasingly out of your hands. A previous attempt to grab it had ended with his hand pressed over the classified file and a smile. His words spoken slow, as though you were stupid, as he explained that you certainly didn’t have enough for that. Now you could finally touch it all you want. A part of you was feeling a bit sassy when you snatched it right off his desk proudly. The thousand data pieces you just sold to him being shuffled away. You ignored that, for the most part, more focused on finally getting your hands around the classified information you’d been curious about. Finally popping open the file to see what it is he’s been leaving on his desk, you’re met with tons of information. A few pictures falling out that you don’t quite manage to catch.

You ignore them, taking a seat in Sebastian’s shop as he moves around the room, shuffling different pieces of paperwork and chips into places. His hands reaching up for the vents above his head and tugging out a few spare pieces of equipment. You can hear him opening the packs her wanders around with, attaching things to the straps around his body. You choose to ignore that for now. Instead choosing to read the file in front of you. Your eyes scan over the first line, catching onto three things at once. His technical experiment name, his codename, and finally his legal name. Your eyes scanned each individual word quietly. The shuffling in the background not particularly drawing any of your attention. There’s that shoot to kill statement you’ve heard a thousand times before. You’re starting to understand why he’s so aggressive. You’d be pretty pissed too if you were an experiment gone wrong, especially if you hadn’t even done the crime you were accused of.

At last you shut the file, eyes being drawn back to the images now laying on the ground. You scoop them both up. In your hands is an image of current Sebastian, larger and aggressive. He looks damn near ready to shoot the camera. On the other image…you. No wait, not you? His jawline is a bit sharper and he’s got a scar on his face but he looks so much like you. Honestly, it’s a bit shaking. A mugshot that isn’t yours but looks so much like you. The more you stare at it the more begins to make sense to you. The dots connecting on why his reaction to your face was so aggressive. Why he tends to almost stare a little too long. You thought it was because he found you ugly, or because he was trying to grieve the death of a loved one. In some ways, you suppose, he is. He’ll never have this face again. He’ll never be able to see himself properly in the mirror and he certainly wasn’t the innocent man accused of a crime he didn’t commit anymore. How many people had he killed trying to get what was necessary to escape? How human was he anymore, without his face, without his body. Was it human desperation, or animal?

“You never told me you were so pretty.” You joke as Sebastian jolts. It seems he’d gotten so wrapped up in adjusting things that he hadn’t even realized you were still in here. His eyes flick from your face down to your hands. You turn the picture of him around, pointing at it. This only seems to make him mildly uncomfortable as he looks away with a huff.

“Could you not have opened that anywhere else?”

“Sorry…it’s just…you really are handsome.”

“I was, I guess. That was a long time ago now quite obviously.” He slithers closer, scooping up his file and taking the pictures back. He’s careful to push them back into the titled document before shutting it. Then and only then does he hand the folder back to you.

“You still are, maybe you look a little different now, but you’re still very pretty.”

“That’s not a funny thing to joke about.”

“I’m being serious, Sebastian. You’re pretty with or without a human face. Even if this one isn’t really ideal…I still think you look great.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve still got yours intact.”

“If it’s too painful to look at, I can fix that by wearing my helmet all the time? I just want you to be comfortable. I want you to know that even if you’re not human anymore that doesn’t make you…a monster.” He hesitates, the words sinking into his skin. He’s quiet for a good while before sighing. His hand coming up to his face to drag downward, a display of his exhaustion.

“Just…get out. Take your folder, your batteries, and go back to getting that crystal.”

[ranbitteeth]

hiii i love ur art and ur fics!!🫶🏽

im desperateee for a reader rails mizu w strap fic😭😭 all the smut i see are of reader bottoming and that makes me hella dysphoric sigh

so so like reader stretching mizu out, lots of whimpering, mizu being nervous, mizu feeling full and claimed, just messy subby mizu taking big strap for the first time plssss😭😭😭😭 maybe some pussy eating foreplay idk, whatever u find best and fun to write. i just need mizu to be a subby bottom its plaguing my mind😵‍💫

A/N: Your wish is my command, dearest! Hhmmm I can never really tell if you guys want a modern/cannon compliant setting— but I find my words flowing easier for the latter. If this isn’t to your liking, I can always write another one! More modern and fluffy

Tags: Possessive!Reader, GN!Reader, Reader is besties w Madame Kaji, DomTop! Reader, Jealous! Reader, Straps, Tried to be historically accurate but one can only do so much research on ancient japanese dildos, takes place sometime before Mizu hops in the boat, Goodbye Sex, Misery.

About 3.8k word count, so I’ll highlight the beginning of the actual smut in red and a star! *

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Parting Ways— To London You Go

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You despised him.

The Blue Eyed Beast of Japan. The onryo. The bastard half-breed that killed the Four Fangs and cut through the Shindo Dojo. Now that was a man that deserved a dog’s death. A humiliating, painful, wretched thing— so much so that pity would spread like disease among even the most hardened of men. A white man had no business in your country. Much less some impure dog, chasing ghosts of white men who had long since fled the island paradise. You believed this yourself, once. The village gossip and fantasies of his approaching death entertained you, excited you. You’d hear of his dishonorable death one evening and you’d think —‘good riddance’.

But no one told you just how much of a darling he was.

You remembered that night to picture clear, the image of his slumped body in the snow so clear in your eyes and memory. His face was twisted into a pained grimace, eyes screwed shut beneath the colored lenses of his glasses— he reeked of blood even in the snowstorm.

Unbeknownst to your family, you brought him inside, ordered your guards to gently place his body in your quarters. The servants made no protest when they saw your insistence on saving this stranger. The wound was seeping a crimson poison onto your floor, red and hot and stinking of blood.

The two of you were alone when his eyelids fluttered open, pained grunts and whimpered muffled by his own teeth against his bottom lip. And you saw it. Blue eyes— unnatural, wrong, and positively lovely. You’ve seen oceans and ponds and skies with less of a dazzling hue. It disgusted you, initially, as the realization of who he was suddenly and violently appeared in your mind.

You hadn’t expected someone so…normal looking.

He did not have a pig’s nose or clammy, sun-abused skin. He was not a beast, giant and ugly— but a man. An injured man, you recalled once his blood stained your palm. Stained your floor, your bed and his clothes. You distantly realized your hands were moving on their own as they undid the binds of his old kimono, and there, beneath the worn, filthy fabric were binds. Not of injury, not of a warrior— but of shame.

Alone in your chambers on a cold winter night amidst the worst storm you’ve ever seen— you knew. The blue-eyed, vicious animal that had earned all of Kyoto’s scorn was in fact a woman.

You adored her.

Your home grew to be a sanctuary to her of sorts. For a being so well despised by the nation, the comforts you provided were scarce luxuries. A bed. A roof. Some semblance of protection. You cared after her like one would a feral pet, a feat which did not go unnoticed. With a blade to your neck and blood painting her hands, she demanded your silence— a vow to never break. As if you’d risk losing such a treasure to the hands of bounty hunters of white men.

The two of you danced with hate for months.

She was a silent spirit, a brewing storm on the distant horizon. At times, you’d catch her eyes on you, other times, she’d notice you doing the same. At times, you’d reach your hand forward and caress the scars on her skin. At times, she’d allow you to– going so far as to present herself.

At times, you’d make love to her. Your depravity was no secret to anyone with ears and working eyes— but your status and wealth made you untouchable. No one but your servants would hear her cries echo from your chambers, and no one but you would see her in the throes of pleasure, head tossed back, expression screwed into one of hesitant bliss and ecstasy.

Or so you thought.

She often returns to you like a dog would weeks after leaving. Loyal, endearing and silent. Whether it was out of some misplaced desire of courtesy or a genuine attachment, you did not know. You’d tell yourself you did not care, but Man would never be born without sin. Madame Kaji, the wonderful hag, would bewitch you in letters with tales of her ladies in the delights her brothel would offer. She mentioned a certain blue-eyed beast in her company in her most previous message. Her letter was pointed, concise, and utterly enraging. By its contents, you would piece together your Mizu’s night with a princess– of all wretched things. After months of silence, alone in your palace with no one but the one and off prostitutes you’d hire and the servants you paid deftly for their loyalty, and the samurai goes off to bed and abandone a lady princess of the Tokunobu clan.

Mizu would not show her face to you until spring. By then, your anger had solidified and festered into an untamable typhoon. As your servants led her to your chambers, Mizu would be standing dead-center in the eye of your storm. Something in her was different. Stronger, yet weaker. Kinder, yet crueler.

“You show your face here again?” You ask cooly, and at least she had the decency to look ashamed, removing her hat. Like this, you could see her properly. (You’d never admit to your anger cooling, but it did.) She does not harden her voice in your presence, but it is quiet, timid, shameful. Before she could open her mouth to speak, one of your servant men approach, head bowed deeply.

“[Title and Name]”, he’d say. Your eyes glance over to him, humming as you granted permission to speak.

“There is a white man inside, bound and immobilized.” He says quickly, bowing his head deeper.

“I only wished for you to be aware.”

Your cold, steely eyes turn to fix Mizu with a chilling stare. She only looks at you head on, taking the challenge. Oh…

“Leave us.” You say, but not before giving an order to boil water over a fire. The door is smoothly slid shut, and the two of you are under the illusion of solitude once more.

“I am to depart for London soon.” Mizu says bluntly, abruptly. You couldn’t have expected anything less. You give no reaction save for a short sigh and two fingers against your temple.

“I am closer to my mission than ever before. I have an informant, I have a boat, I have names.” She talks as if to explain herself, stepping closer in light footsteps, hesitant. “I may not survive through this. I only wished to say goodbye before I leave.”

For a moment, you say nothing. Your mouth is rendered useless as your mind rushes with curses. To the world, to the white men, to Japan, to Mizu, to the hellsite that was London itself. The poisonous concoction of rage and envy that had been brewing for months was bubbling and prickling beneath your skin– only now with the addition of grief.

“This would have been much more convenient in scripture,” you say, voice like hot iron. Mizu’s surprise is tangible, eyes flickering around your features, searching for answers to her questions.

“I adore letters. You know this.” You begin to say, moving from your initial position and circling the room, retrieving several items and placing them on the large expanse of your sleeping bed. You open a box, massive with weight. Inside is parchment, pounds of it. “I collect them.”

You suddenly and harshly shove the box onto the floor, a flurry of parchment and ink spilling at your feet. Mizu seems to shrink, but refuses to cower. Gingerly, you retrieve one excerpt sent just a few months ago from Madame Kaji. You hand it to Mizu, surrounding her. You wait until you are certain she understands what she is reading before you begin to speak.

“Never took you as the brothel-dwelling type.” You say, watching as those demonic, off-putting, oh-so-lovely eyes scan the characters on paper. Your eyes stick to her lips before you remind yourself why you are angry. You imagined those lips entangled with another, and your blood goes cold.

“Nothing happened between me and the princess.” Mizu says, turning to face you. The genuine confusion in her expression is almost insulting. “She meant to kill me that night. Our duel meant nothing. Madame Kaji knows nothing that is true.”

“Not every conflict between you and a stranger is a duel and Madame Kaji is a dear friend of mine.” You reply easily. The hurt in your voice was becoming clearer with each passing syllable.

“You truly believe sailing the seas will come so easy? Do you know how many men I’ve lost in my trades on those voyages? Do you even know what awaits you in London?” You begin to demand these answers, losing the control you pride yourself in as you continue to speak. As a man and a woman, Mizu was nothing but a stupid, lost soul, wandering the earth without an object to attach to. You then gently cup her face in both hands, watching in delight as she melts into your touch.

*“Do you even know how much I’ve wanted you these past months?”

Mizu cannot answer. Her hands raise over yours, fingers brushing against your warmer ones.

“I meant no harm in my absence.” She concedes, round eyes rising to meet with yours. Just like that, the room had shifted. Your eyes darken as they raked along her face and figure, recalling what lay beneath the layers upon layers of fabric she’d use to protect herself.

“You can’t imagine…” You whine, gently undoing the bandages around her neck to expose the delectable skin that lay beneath. Untouched, unseen by all but few. You bury your nose into the crook of her neck before your tongue darts out just to taste flesh and the blood that pumped beneath. Mizu sighs, noticeably relaxing into you. Her arms move to wrap around your neck in a gentle embrace, a position you’ve grown to love and grieve for.

“Gods, how I’ve missed you…” you say, assisting Mizu’s hands and hurriedly undoing her kimono before your hands run hungrily along her skin. Scars, so many more than you remember. A different rage boiled inside of you, protective and not directed to Mizu in the slightest. The two of you move in sync of tangled limbs and warm breaths against open lips. You push her onto your cot, the rage you had felt previously spilling out in the form of hunger. You attack her neck with the teeth in your mouth, suckling and biting down on her white-man skin until cherry-red marks bloom across her neck. She whimpers, coyly craning her neck and exposing herself further– presenting herself. Begging for it. Gods.

“You were away so long I’d almost forgotten what a whore you are…” you coo, undressing her wholly, spreading her legs around either side of your hips. As a surprise to no one, you noticed the particular shininess to the downy hairs on her wet cunt, groaning softly at the sight. Her smell, her taste, her color– you’d spend innumerable nights recalling these things in exquisite detail, going so far as to seek her in other women and finding not one suitable substitution. Your hunger had been building up for months, and now here she was, just as enticing as you remember her. Her teeth nibble down on her finger as she groans into the air.

“[Reader], I haven’t..” she starts, but you shush her before she can continue. Her loyalty only endeared you to her further, and you wanted to remain somewhat angry.

“I know, puppy. You already know who you belong to, don’t you?” You murmured, practically salivating at the sight of her glistening pussy. A whine catches in her throat, allowing you to see in real time her strength and tenacity fail her beneath you. The demon man was nowhere to be found here. You tamed that spirit and contained her in your chambers. You reduced it from a spirit to a man to a moaning, wanton little tart.

“Keep your legs spread and I’ll give you what you came here for.” You order swiftly, to which she nods and complies, spreading her legs further apart. You eagerly adjust your position so that you are resting on your stomach, Mizu’s thighs on either side of your head and your mouth just above her wet cunt. With only an aroused groan as a warning, your tongue descends onto her slick folds, eagerly lapping up the wetness that coated her lovely skin. It was positively obscene, the color and taste of her, the slurping sounds across the room and her whimpering cries as months of stress and anger fell away under your tongue. The poor thing couldn’t even keep her thighs from squeezing around your head, effectively trapping you against her pussy— but it was no matter. Your tongue swirled and massaged what it could reach while the tip of your nose rutted against her clit. Slowly, surely, readily— her raspy, hoarse voice bloomed into something far sweeter, and you could feel the ice around your heart melting. This was the Mizu you knew, without the clothes and glasses and false identity. This Mizu was the one you owned.

You feel her getting close, as it was always obvious with her. You felt her thighs squeezing around your head, felt them shake and tense while her hips bucked against you and her breathing grew more desperate. You feel it, she feels it— she wants it so bad she sobs into her palm. You both know better.

You pull away with a wet, obscene sound, ignoring Mizu’s frustrated groan into her fist. Your lips and chin are wet with her taste and both of your bodies are shining with sweat.

“What? Were you close?” You ask huskily, readjusting yourself so that your body hovers over hers, your fingers pushing in and out of her gushing warmth. You start with two, massaging her insides into relaxation, molding her to your desires. She impatiently pushes her hips against you, holding you in a desperate embrace. You do not hurry, you don’t even respond as you take her lips in yours, letting her taste herself coating your tongue. It was a messy, depraved display— one that made her noticeably wetter around your fingers. Her nails claw into the fabric over your body, tugging it off.

“Take yours off too…” she says in between breaths, eyes half lidded and watery with want.

“You think you can take it already?” You ask slowly, dead serious. Mizu nods, a slow and deliberate thing. Who are you to argue now?

“It’s bigger than the other one. You sure?” You ask again, making slow, hard motions against her wet clit.

“[Reader]…” she gasps, carrying a note of exasperation, her hands now trembling against you. “Please…!”

You laugh, breathless, exhilarated. Your lips gently press against her forehead, a soft ‘wait here’ and a quick trip to the corner of your bedroom later, you retrieve it.

You commissioned this piece long before you knew Mizu would return. Your very own harigata, hard as a tortoise shell, ribbed and heavy in size and weight. You expressed your desire to be able to attach it to yourself to please your lovers and so the artist complied. You held it up with one hand, allowing Mizu to gauge at the weight and size before stuffing it with warm cotton dipped in the previously boiled water at your side. Mizu hasn’t even noticed the servant come in, far too immersed in watching you align the phallus to her soaking cunt. She feels the heat through the tortoise shell and whimpers, hips trembling before she spreads her legs further apart. The head was already pushing against her hole, oh so ready to slip inside. Just as you mean to push yourself in, Mizu makes a strangled little noise and you cease in your tracks.

“Yes?” You ask, already breathless.

“It’s big…” she says, repeating the words you said earlier. You laugh, endeared.

“Yes. You want it smaller?” You ask again, but she shakes her head no.

She licks her dried lips before she swallows. “Don’t hold back.”

Unable to control yourself, you laugh, head falling beneath your shoulders and against her collarbone. Fuck.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

You feel her nervousness in the tension of her body. As aroused as she was, it had been some time since she’s seen you. You begin with slow, shallow thrusts to get her accustomed to the feel, not going halfway until you hear her get noticeably impatient.

“Hold on, puppy. I don’t want to hurt you…” you say, but you push yourself in deeper to quiet her whimpers. The ribbed surface rutting in and out of her wet heat had its obvious effects. Her knees shake where they are around your hips and her head arches back as she moans, voice breaking. The harigata was doing everything it was designed to do and more. Mizu was falling apart so beautifully and you weren’t even fully inside.

Slower thrusts, still quick but less shallow, and she moves her arms to wrap around your neck in a tender embrace, holding your back to keep herself present. With you.

Some time passes, and you push yourself in further. You feel some natural resistance, Mizu’s breath hitching. You pause and pull away somewhat to check for her expression, finding her eyes wet with tears dripping down flushed cheeks. Her chest is rising and falling in ragged breaths as she struggles to compose herself long enough to get a sentence out.

“No! No, don’t stop. [Reader], please don’t stop,” she whines, cradling your face. You obliged and continued, though far slower than the pace you were going before. Mizu openly whimpers at this loss before she intertwines her legs around your hips by her ankles, keeping you close.

“Could that princess give you what I can?” You say suddenly, still feeling that burst of envy possess you as you rut your hips forward with a precision that only hours of fantasies and failed attempts to recreate Mizu’s body could give you. A shuddering, wanton moan later, Mizu’s hand flies over her mouth. You take that hand by her wrist and pin it to the floor, still thrusting your hips against hers with purpose and vigor. Not all the way in, not yet. “Well?” You ask. You demand.

“N-no…no she can’t…” Mizu damn near sobs, and possession coils in your gut as you push the harigata to reach new depths. Her moans are pitched and broken, you feel and see her falling apart. The poor thing felt so full, unsure what to even make of the delicious stretch your phallus provided or the hot arousal that being beneath you gave her. To some degree, she was yours, and you both knew it.

Feeling pleased with her state as she answered, you finally and gently push yourself in entirely, making her back arch and moans echo across your chambers like they did so long ago. The harigata’s other end pushes against you, makes you groan at the pressure. You look down at her whorish expression, her inky black hair spread like a halo around her head. You see her flushed skin shining with sweat, you see the tremble in her body and think about how much longer you’ll have to go without it.

“You don’t even know what you do to me…” You begin to ramble without thinking, words flowing like water from your tongue while Mizu moans beneath you.

You can’t help the way your hips begin to plow against hers, you can’t help the strength and ferocity that possesses you when you think of the distance that will be between the two of you. When you think of who she could meet and compare you to. When you think of yourself in the future, in bed, alone, aching for a body that will not be there. You cannot control the desire in your body when your hips move in a way that can only be described as primal, and she takes it all. Mizu has always taken what you give her so well, and it wasn’t long before you were both panting each other’s name against your skins, the room now hot and stuffy and reeking of sex. Her voice reaches a certain pitch, her nails claw into the silken fabric of your kimono, and you can tell she’s closer than ever.

A warm flower of pride bloomed in your chest as you realized that one day, if all went well, you could keep her for yourself. You’d no longer spend the lonely nights in your palace inviting women of the night to give you company. You’d no longer need to bear the crushing loneliness in your bed — not when Mizu’s mission would fail and she’d realize her rightful place at your side. Safe and warm. Protected. Yours.

You imagine fucking her day and night when she returns until she’s sore and trembling, unable to stand without your assistance. The mental image and the emotions it ignites inside of you make you openly and shakily moan in sync with her, and the two of you cum in each other's embrace. She’s damn near bitten through the silk of your kimono by now, drool coating the luxurious fabric. By now, she’s hardly the image of dignified, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You pull yourself off of her with nothing but a smooth roll of your hips and a near-violent shudder from the body beneath you. By then, it had all blurred together into a hazy memory of warm candlelight, golden skin, and warm, damp towels running along Mizu’s body and freshly fetched water poured into her waiting mouth. You only remember the rest you won for yourself that night, the two of you wrapped in a tangle of limbs and half torn fabric, warm.

But you wake up cold, and you recall why she came by in the first place.

“Would it be too burdensome to stay?” You implore, voice breaking with sleep and heartache. That worn, raggedy kimono is once again wrapped around her figure, her bandages back on. Her very aura is cold and distanced, and the weight of her decision truly settles into your skin.

“We can be happy, you know.” You say, almost pleading but with far too much pride to let it show. “I am in the mountains, far from the city. No white man could find you here,” You can’t being yourself to stand. You watch as her expression morphs from one of sorrow and pity to one of distrust, distaste, and near-resentment. Whether it is directed to you or her father, you cannot be sure.

With her back to you and her voice in the tone of a man’s, she bids you goodbye.

You find that— more than anyone— you want her quest of revenge to fail.

How you despised her.

And oh, how you missed her.

[satubby]

Heyyy❤️ writer,Your yandere concept of Ryu Si O was amazing.I literally loved it. I request you infact beg😭you to write a hot smut between Ryu Si O & his S/O which would also serve as the 2nd part of the yandere concept.Hope you'll write more amazing stuffs.I'm eagerly waiting for your updates.

Hello my beloved reader, I'm sorry for answering your question... so late but you know, I have school exams in a few months so I stayed away from the Internet. But I hope you like this NSFW scenario of Ryu Shi-oh, something yandere hehe.

Author's Notice: As such, this is told from the POV of our beloved Ryu Shi-oh....

'Baby, eyes don't lie.... Cause I know I love you' — <Based on the song: Eyes don't lie by Isabel Larosa>

If we were honest, the first time I saw you, it was in the worst conditions, both prisoners of our environment. Your smile did not flank even though you will receive blows, I insulted you and kicked you in those cells of Pavel where darkness was our days.

I thought you were a fool, I cursed you for months when you gave me hugs or smiled like a stupid despite your wounds, I was years before you in this crappy cell I called home.... In fact, I don't even know if it could be called that. I did not understand in those moments that those feelings unknown to me, would be the ones that torment me to this day.

That at some point I began to love you, even though we lived like animals struggling to survive, at some point it was comforting to know that you would live another day by my side.

I don't know at what point we began to embrace each other.... I don't know at what moment I opened my shell to you that had been closed so as not to show weakness, at what moment we both began to long for each other? When emotions were forbidden in that hell where freedom was a luxury and living a necessity.

I thought we could escape, that we would be happy out of that place, so I followed the foolish plan of the one I considered my friend at that time, but he was not, a simple rat who betrayed me as soon as he could.

I remember that day when we ran away, we left behind that hellish past but still both you and that bastard were caught, you cried smiling while you pushed me to escape, I did not want to but you begged me.... I saw with my eyes how you 'died' and that ugly image remained in my memories.

Then I wandered aimless until I discovered that the bastard I once called a friend was alive.

Somehow I forced myself to return with the uncertain hope that you were alive... Until at some point, I became that puppet that Pavel wanted so much, all because I was tied to those feelings for you.

Looking for you, I managed to rise to a little stronger and more influential, until that bastard told me that in fact, if you lived and that only made me angry, all those years they could have sent you to me but you were my leash... A strap that was tightening me until it burst when I saw you again 12 years later.

Unfortunately, due to the trauma, when we met again, you had already forgotten about me, yet I did not give up and hugged you until I got tired because deep down, I had clung to the feeling of loving you ... This love that burned, crushed and tortured me with longing made me have mixed feelings.

But for you, I killed and crushed those who crossed my path, I swore I would make Pavel pay for the hell they had put us in, not for anything from now on you were living normally thanks to my efforts.

And now here, feeling your curves on my hands, our lips colliding in desire and despair. I have longed for you so much, I struggled to find you... At what point did your kisses become my addiction? I don't know, because at this point I only wish our paths don't separate.

Your tongue dances with mine, our clashing hips echo in the hot air of the luxurious room. Lust runs through me, my sweat mingles with yours, I know well that our love is a luxury, I know it's wrong to have feelings when I'm still Pavel's puppet, but right now I just want to be Ryu Shi Oh— That little boy who became more than a man, a hungry beast seeking to devour everything and become strong just to find you, the one who loves you and only lives for you. My revenge comes from loving you, I would make them pay for the cruelty they would have put us through.

Our hips echo in the air of the lustful room, your pussy presses against my cock and your juices only make me want to fuck you even more. My hips twitch as you let out gasping moans, your cheeks red with arousal make me smile possessively, I love you with passion and although for years I have been swallowing this bitterness for the feelings that I still did not have clear, I can't take it anymore... You are like the drug that makes me stronger.

"Ryu.... Ahhhh~ I love you so much, you know that... so don't suffer for me anymore, please already– Let's stop with this silly revenge" You let out an agitated sigh trying to find the right words in between lust laden gasps. I know you want me to stop this, but I don't want to be a puppet anymore, I don't want to see you suffer.

I don't want you to be the leash that ties me to Pavel, I don't want to know that you are not just mine, that those bastards could kill you if they wanted to and I couldn't rebel.

Because I know we both hang on the pendulum between life and death constantly under Pavel's strings.

"I love too," I whisper between gasps, feeling your warmth enveloping my cock, your lips tasting like peaches, almost feeling like I'm eating a forbidden but longed-for fruit.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and a deeper connection that transcends mere lust.

And despite your pleas that sound more like moans, constantly begging me to stop my erratic movements— I can't help but revel in the pleasure coursing through my veins.

It's as if every caress, every moan, brings us closer to some kind of resolution: an end to the pain and torture that has plagued us both.... Sometimes I think maybe I'm just selfish and that these fantasies of love are only to avoid facing my fears, especially that question that was running through my mind.

You felt the same way about me? I can't help but get angry at the thought that other men have looked at you while locked in that cell where you were treated like a sack of meat.

However, even though I lose myself at this moment, a part of me is still aware of the danger we face under Pavel's watchful eye. But for now, in the midst of this whirlwind of ecstasy, I choose to ignore that dark cloud hovering over me. Instead, I focus solely on you and the boundless love that keeps me sane.

Scratching your back with my nails and you equally with mine, I roll my eyes as I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my body. Your moans ignite something primal inside me, fueling my lust. Feeling your pussy clenching around me drives me deeper, losing myself completely in the moment. The pleasure intensifies, erasing any sense of time or reason. I thrust harder, wanting nothing more than to give you everything you desire right now.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and we writhe like dancers in an erotic ballet telling the story of our eternal connection. You whisper sweet words in my ear, filling my heart with warmth despite the cold darkness around us.

Your words pierce through my armor and reach parts of me I thought lost forever.You whimper asking me to stop, but it's not enough, I'm addicted to your scent.

Your breasts are like dough between my hands, my lips collide against your rosy breasts and my tongue plays with those hard buttons because of the lust that emanates from your body. I don't know how much time passed, but we reached our climax, both clinging to our hands.

Like a beast I devoured everything in you— I licked, scratched, bit and fucked you to exhaustion as our bodies became a sticky, sweaty mess. In the end I only know that I love you, that I am possessive and will not let others have you, you are mine and you .... you were fine with that. Years of suffering were worth it or at least that's how it feels to me.

We fell into each other's arms and before we fainted, you whispered an "I love you" and I can only answer you by looking into your sleepy eyes, running my hands through your hair and kissing your forehead. I love you, so much that a scale would not be enough to weigh my love for you ...

Because baby, my eyes don't lie when they tell you that you're mine!

[the-kr8tor]

THANK WHATEVER GOD IS LISTENING WE GOT EXTENSIONS ON ASSIGNMENTS. I GET ONE LAST CHANCE. (Storm has been insane in my area the internet cuts out a lot atp) Daily Hobie HC! Yk how Hobie's practically a cat? Well zombie Hobie's practically a mindless puppy (Think of german shepherd puppy when their ears are starting to come up, but still floppy) Ever since Hobie got infected, you had to bind his hands and muzzle him just to ensure your safety, seeing as he wasn't fully capable of his zombie urges. At random times while limply following you around, he'll suddenly lunge at you, with his muzzle grazing your neck as he buried his face into your neck, a way of apologizing. Hobie likes to wander around the bunker, following you with wide, cloudy eyes and a tilt of his head. Every time you touched him cupping his face or massaging his wrists underneath the bindings, he closed his eyes in appreciation, leaning into your touch. Many times he has used the bindings to his advantage, looping you through his arms, hands bound, and clinging onto you, his head resting on top of your own. While you were stealthy in the wilderness, Hobie was a little more carefree, wandering around but still keeping close to you, the love of his life. Hobie would crouch down and grab shiny or useful things off the ground with his lanky fingers, immediately bringing it back to you with a smile underneath the muzzle. You always took his shiny gifts, pocketing them to put them in the small gift box you had scavenged. Hobie watched as you stumbled into an old convenience store, trailing behind you with a curious gaze. His eyes flitted over to the shelves, seeing some rations he could possibly examine to check if they were in good shape or not. Hobie bumped into you with a muffled hum, wanting you to take off the bindings. You gently undid them, not wanting to give his dead skin rope burn, even if it literally didn't matter. Hobie placed his version of a kiss on your forehead, which was holding two fingers to his lips against the muzzle, and tapping it against your forehead. You still found it heartwarmingly sweet that he would do so much just to make sure you didn't get infected. He continued to look around, examining the canned food and being as quiet as possible. The haul wasn't that big at the end, but it was better than nothing. Besides, you found some scrap metal you could possibly meld to patch up weapons. You hand completely forgotten that Hobie's binds were off, the rope wrapped loosely around your wrist as you walked with the backpack on your back. One of your hands were keeping the pack up on your back, holding the strap. The other was hanging limply, prompting Hobie to hold it and walk back to the bunker with you, a little skip in his step at how happy and loving his barely functioning brain was towards you. Hopefully...you can bring him back some day. -🐦‍⬛

Yay! More time to do all those assignments :) take care, angel!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

Gasp! Zombie au my beloved?!!

This reminds me of warm bodies in a way!

I can imagine him going "my bad :(" when he lunges at you when his urges kicks in but in a garbled zombie talk

He follows r around 😭😭😭 he misses them so bad even though they're in the same room as him 😭

The cloudy eyes detail made my heart ache 😭😞 poor Hobie

I love that he's still holding onto his humanity by clinging close to you 🥺

Broo I've got an image in my head of R just yapping at hobie in the bunker and secretly wishing that he'll answer back one day 😭😭

HE HOLDS YOUR HAND 😭 HE'S SO SWEET THAT CURE BETTER GET THERE QUICK

[kinkandkreep]

TokRev Boyos Dad-canons:

Doraken-kun:

~ Is, perhaps unsurprisingly, an excellent father

~ Does in fact not try to ride around on his Zephyr with your infant child strapped to his chest

~ Was initially very hesitant about the prospect of having children

~ After all, he feels that he wasn’t wanted and he’s not sure he has the capacity to give a child the proper care and attention they would need

~ When you find out you’re pregnant though, as cliche as it may sound, it’s like a switch goes off in Ken’s head

~ And heart

~ If you thought he was doting, if not a little tsundere before, hoo boy do you have a surprise in store 😃

~ Ken becomes the single most protective, loving, slightly overbearing mother (father?) hen you’ve ever encountered 

~ When you’re hungry, he gets up, with minimal complaints, and brings you whatever you’re craving

~ Tired? He will absolutely shut everything down so you can get some rest

~ Experiencing bodily aches and pains? Ken was already practically a massage master courtesy of the girls from the brothel, now he’s finally able to put those skills to good use

~ Ken definitely does not care that he’s now essentially joined at your hip

~ He’s a father damnit 😤

~ And by God is he going to embrace the part 

~ When you finally do give birth, Ken can only stare in amazement at the little miracle you’ve created

~ He’s got ten little fingers and ten tiny toes and Ken has never really been one for tears but they’re comin’ at this moment 😂

~ Ken is definitely a fretter (?)

~ He can barely sleep at night for the first few weeks following your child’s birth and he insists on being the one to care for your baby if/when he wakes up during that time

~ He did a little preliminary research and discovered that skin to skin contact is good for babies to bond with their parents, so expect a lot of him being shirtless and cradling your baby to his chest as he moves about the house

~ (The way the image of a shirtless Ken, clad in only black joggers with his hair loosened from its usual braid, gently rocking and cooing at our little baby as he maneuvers around the kitchen early one sunlit morning makes me want to SOB 😭)

~ Picks up the habit of humming children’s songs when he works on motorcycles in the shop following the birth of your child

~ Also has a somewhat strange habit of trying a small bit of your baby’s food before he eats, no matter how repulsive the combination may be

~ Like, no, mashed chicken and green peas does not sound appetizing in the slightest but Ken’ll be damned if your baby gets food poisoning or something

~ Takes his duties as a father very seriously

~ Is more than happy to let your baby play in his hair and learn how to braid when they’re a little older 

~ Really likes making bottles, for some reason 🙃

~ Is there for all of your child’s milestones, from their first word (which, sorry to say, is probably dada if we’re being honest) all the way up to college graduation

~ Is another one who’s lowkey loud when celebrating any of your child’s accomplishments

~ And he likes to celebrate, let’s make that clear 

~ Has pictures that your baby drew for him framed in different places around the shop

~ Will fight absolutely anyone over his child

~ Like Kenny-Ken-Ken do NOT play about his 😤

~ Is also an excellent Godfather and uncle to the other Toman member’s kids

~ All the little ones love Uncle Kenny

~ The name is even startin’ to grow on him 😂

~ All-in-all, Ken is a dream of a dad, and I’ll fight anybody who disagrees 👊🏾

Mikey here

[cl0wn1ng-ar0und]

Fanfiction of Franco interacting with my Outlast oc Parval 😭

Love this guy (probably posting cringe on main)..

Image is just for reference of what Parval looks like 😭 I'm not great at writing fanfictions so sorry if it's bad 💔

"..He shoved the barrel right against my head and kept demanding the money. It was like.. it was like he thought if he kept yelling at me, it'd just drop into my lap."

Parval's voice was flat, as though he'd told the story a hundred times before.. Although it was probably closer to three at most. He scratched at his nose absentmindedly, his fingers brushing over the leather strap of the muzzle clamped over his face. The cold metal beneath his touch made him pause. Oh. Right. Still there. He sighed heavily, earning a quick glance from Franco, who was hunched over his Lupara, polishing it with a focus that made Parval uneasy.

"Well, Parval," Franco drawled, The man's focus was still on his shotgun as he spoke, his thick hands sliding over the intricate carvings along the stock of the Lupara. "Better be thankful it wasn't me comin' to collect your debt." He paused, eyes darting up from his shotgun to give Parval a glance before dismissing him again. "If it was me, you wouldn't be sittin' here bellyachin'. I don't leave people alive to tell the story. Its.. bad for business to leave loose ends."

Franco's laugh came sharp and guttural.. yet also strangely childish, bobbing his head as if he found himself endlessly amusing. He moved to the scattered remnants of the ruined crates-what was left of his product. Damn reagents... always poking their noses into shit that didn't concern them. At least two of them got what was coming-one met the business end of Franco's Lupara- real nice and personal- , the other got mauled to death by Parval himself. Seems the man got to put those fresh new implanted dog teeth to use before a muzzle was clamped back onto his maw.

The product being ruined wasn't the part that pissed him off the most.

Parval hadn't moved a muscle to help since the two remaining reagents left. Franco noticed, and his professionalism refused to let Parval forget whose fault that was they even lost the product.. at least in Franco's mind.

"You planning on helping clean up anytime today, or are you just gonna sit there crying about your daddy's debts?" Franco grunted, his patience thinning as he once again glanced at the seated man.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Parval muttered, his voice tight with frustration.

He groaned as he pushed himself off the barrel, wincing as he gingerly placed his feet down-right leg first, then left. The external fixator strapped to his calf gave him more pain than he wanted to think about. He had barely any feeling left in it. He stretched out his legs, shaking off the stiffness before he started picking up the scattered casings littering the floor. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to help. But he understood the power Franco held.. so he pushed himself up to help-The tension between them was always there, thick in the air like smoke, but Parval pushed through. Franco wasn't even a part of the mafia responsible for his wife and boys' death. It was a Soviet group. Yet strangely, Parval found himself almost blaming Franco sometimes.

Franco had nothing to do with it.

He bent down, picking up another casing, his mind racing. He couldn't remember much of living in the Soviet Union. He knew him and his family were persecuted- they were called Kulaks. Land owning presents who were farmers. The farming business died with his father. Ironic! He was just running a business, trying to stay alive, keep the wife and new kiddo proudly named Parval after his grandfather alive, and somehow Mr. Tarasov and his family were enemies of the Union.. So some money borrowed when the land was stripped away from the family. Then more money when no one would buy from them anymore. More and more until-

Until suddenly, there were men at the door demanding the money back.. However when they came, the Tarasov's were gone.

The more he thought about it, the more it burned him. "It's not like I took out the damn loan," Parval muttered, voice growing hollow as the bitterness set in. "Why do I have to pay for it? I wasn't even in the Union anymore and when that mess started I was a kid... and now I'm supposed to clean up his shit? It's not fair." His hands crumpled up a casing, tossing it to the side as he growled out the words. He was only a dog trainer. He didn't even know his dad was in debt. Would have been nice for the asshole to tell him before he was dead! Parval assumed they moved to America for opportunities- not because there were men who wanted his whole family dead back in the Union!

Franco's voice was indifferent to Parvals sorrows, almost mocking. "Your pop did though. And someone had to pay. Depts don't just disappear if you cross a border." He straightened up, lifting his Lupara onto his shoulder, then shoved his worn pacifier into his mouth. Sucking lazily, he pushed it to the side of his mouth, speaking around it. "I got plenty of families to pay for debts caused by the leader of the house. Don't know how the Soviets handle things, but I figure they ain't too gentle about collectin' if they're anything like the Italians." and then continued on the uncomfortable wet noises of Franco's mouth around the pacifier as he stared dead-on at Parvals hunched form. "Italians, Soviets, Americans, moneys money, and sometimes you need to get your hands dirty."

Parval clenched his jaw. "Not my wife. My wife didn't do anything wrong. Neither did my son." His voice was low, furious, a hiss between his teeth. "In fact, neither did I. I didn't deserve-.." The room fell into an uneasy silence as Parvals voice trailed off, broken only by the wet, sucking noise of Franco's pacifier. Parval's patience snapped. "Could you stop with that thing? It's disgusting." He barked suddenly, head snapping in Franco's direction before looking away once again.

The sight of the oversized man lazily sucking on it was equal parts ridiculous and unsettling to Parval, and he hated it.

"Hmph." Franco didn't bother acknowledging the anger hidden- admittedly poorly- in Parvals voice. He gave a quiet, dismissive grunt and shoved the pacifier back in, the wet sucking sounds filling the space between them. He knew it irritated Parval, and that was reason enough to keep it up.

Parval's hands tightened into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking against the strain. He stood as straight as he could, his posture stiff with anger. He hated that damn thing. If he thought for one second that Franco wouldn't put a bullet- or.. tooth in his skull, he'd tear it out of his mouth, throw it in his face. But he knew better. Franco's Lupara didn't miss, and the man was too good at pushing buttons.

He hated feeling this angry. After all, he took pride in being the most collected of the Prime Assets. He vouched he would never fall into such bad delusions as Coyle or Gooseberry. The thought of turning out like them.. It terrified him. So he bit it down and forced himself to be as mellow as a lapdog.

So silence fell, thick and uncomfortable. Neither of them had the energy to argue further. The tension between them was always the same: one of them was part of the mafia, the other was a victim of it. They'd never be anything but enemies in that way. They were on two totally different sides of the spectrum and never could quite sympathize with the other. Parval regretted even bringing up his past at this point.. It would probably just lead to-

Franco broke the silence suddenly with a question that cut deeper than he probably realized- or maybe he did realize, which was why he asked; "Was she pretty?" Franco asked suddenly, his tone casual, almost bored. "Your wife, I mean. Maybe that's why they took her." He said, popping the pacifier out of his mouth with a wet sound.

Parval gave him a look of pure disdain before he looked at the floor, the toe of his boots scuffing against the grime, dried blood, and whatever the hell else was caked onto the floor.

"They said... they said killin' me was easy. Too easy. Said it was merciful even. So they wanted to do something that would cut deeper." Parval's voice wavered as he answered, but he quickly steadied himself, refusing to let any emotion show. Crying wouldn't help-crying would only get him mocked. So he focused on something else-anything else. 'Anything else' just so happened to be his wife.

"She was the most beautiful woman in the world." His voice hitched, briefly pausing before the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "She had shoulder-length brown hair, freckles-tons of them. Short, maybe about Coyle's height when he's hunched over. She was pudgy- in a cute way. In all the right places is how you would put it, I guess.. A motherly look about her.. A cute little nose... Soft... she had this soft, warm look about her.. she would've been a great mom.""

The words tumbled out before he could stop them. His breath caught, and the silence that followed was thick, heavy. He hadn't meant to say all that. He cleared his throat, trying to regain control.

"... She knew how to command a room."

For a moment, Franco didn't say anything. Then, with a grin that was more teeth than anything else, he cocked his head and whistled, his dirty blonde hair falling messily over his face. "Sounds like my type of woman." He purred in a tone that made Parvals stomach twist with disgust and anger. He was seriously going to talk about a man's wife like this? Right in front of the husband?! Parval almost lashed out until Franco shoved a hand up like he sensed Parvals anger. "Heel, boy." Franco added, the mocking command laced with condescension. "I'm just messin' with you."

Parval grunted, looking away at the command. Dehumanizing piece of human garbag-

But, unfortunately for Parval, Franco wasn't done. "She take you good?" His tone was teasing, but there was something darker beneath it-something that made Parval's stomach twist. This guy was such a freak. Apparently, 'motherly' and 'warm' weren't the words you should use to describe your dead pregnant wife to a mommy-kinked pervert wielding a gun he probably jerks himself with.

Parval barked a laugh, bitter and hollow as he felt a familiar heat rushing to his face. "Like I'd tell you that." He hesitated, an awkward silence filling the air as Franco shot him a knowing glance. Moments ago he had zero intention of answering Franco but.. softly, he muttered, almost to himself, ".... she-she sure did."

He almost sounded defeated as he said it, which only made Francos amusement stronger.

That short answer earned Parval a roar of laughter from Franco as he stepped closer, shoving the barrel of his Lupara against Parval's side in what could have been a playful joke-or a warning. "Lighten up, Tarasov," he said, smirking. "You're wound tighter than a noose."

Parvals eyes widened with fear for a moment, body stiffening before relief crossed his features when he realized he didn't intend to actually use the gun. He sheepishly chuckled with Franco, grinning at the man with an uneasy, toothy smile.

Franco chuckled, his laugh loud and grating. "I'll take that as a yes, you fuckin' freak," Franco teased, his hand curling around the muzzle strapped to Parval's face. He shook it roughly, suddenly pulled it hand back after a few rough tugs. "Muzzle says it all." The shaking sent Parval staggering backwards before he caught himself against the packaging station behind him. Franco hummed, taking his pacifier back into his hand and stuffing it into his mouth once again.

"Yeah, well," Parval muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he regained his footing. "At least I don't advertise my weird habits with a pacifier. Christ.." he grunted, casting Franco's pacifier a glance of disgust. He didn't even bother trying to defend himself. The muzzle was not a kink thing, it was more of a.. precaution. However it seemed to just be general belief he enjoyed wearing the muzzle..

Not when your face constantly itches and you can't scratch it properly, or can't even smoke without having to beg a doctor to take the damned thing off.

Whatever.

"Well, can't say I blame you." Franco smirked, popping the pacifier back into his mouth. It was almost like he was trying to make Parval uncomfortable - then again, he probably was. "Heaven in two and a half minutes the first time you got her, eh?" he said, grinning around the plastic before Parval abruptly cut him off with an exasperated grunt.

"Don't want to talk about my sexual encounters." Parval shot back, waving a hand in exasperation. "At least- not with you of all people."

Franco laughed again, turning back to his work. For a moment, the tension eased. But Parval knew better than to let his guard down. Franco Barbi wasn't someone you ever truly relaxed around. However, the silence wasn't so uncomfortable anymore. It was almost pleasant.

Almost.

[the-doomed-witch]

Ok, after some "post-reading-smut time alone"... now I can properly answer you with my fangirling attitude 🤭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH - FINALLY!!!

Thank YOU for that. So damn good... SO FUCKING DAMN GOOOOOD. Tell me there is a part 2. Pretty please, tell me.. come on.. she is so dreamy to be a stand alone kind of thing.....

First: I cannot unsee Olsen in a air-hostess uniform... is burned in my mind.

Second: Holy mama...mommy/daddy play is just so.. 👌

Third: yes to oral in the crew seat, yep, yep.. totally worth the googling "where do they seat on an airplane" mishap...

Uuuh, I liked to know I have requests freedom! Don't give me too much opening, I will use it 🤭. Oh, I have so many... let me get my best one forward and I will send you later.. (claps excitedly)

About reading my fics... uhm.. hard pass. 😂 I am joking. I will get off anon and DM you one of this days - you are so nice to talk to 😊. I am writing one for Lizzie. But is far from over.

GOOGLE CAN BE SO DAMN STUPID! Like.. just ANSWER ME! Sometimes I feel like it is mansplaning me.. 😅

No new dehli? Really? Where I would stay is so very nice! My cousin lived there for... like... 10 years? Maybe is because it was a very fancy place 🤣. His photos are extraordinary! But thanks for the advice ;) I will definitely consider it when I am ready to board on a 24hour wanda-less flight 😂

Oh, I am sorry. I shouldn't have anticipated your suffering :x... I had nightmares about balance sheets not matching for years.. hahaha. I can TOTALLY see you doing 34 pages of ledgers by hand. That was a very weird phase in life for me :x.

Well, my biology is more into human anatomy and physiologic, buuut mitochondria being a gift from your mother ... who gots from you grandma, and after grandma.. and so on..is so poetic. Hahaha my geek feminist side showing...

Ok, NOW I AM INTERESTED. We need to exchange smuts indications one of this days.... 😗

My god, exactly!! And I thought I was in a very dark path when I got to know slight smut.. then I stumbled on midnightcrimson and Wanda a few weeks ago? Is safe to say my soul if on the line to take the lift down to hell. 🤣

(Arrrgh, how can I add a freaking image here?? I got a Lizzie doing yoga one!! 😒)

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JUBGBKDDJHJKGB 😭😭😭 i’m so so glad that you liked it anon! 🖤🖤 i’m not sure if i’ll have a part two, but i am planning a small drabble in continuation about the strap-on 🫣 still, not very sure because one thing abt me is i suck at series or multiple parts of a story 🥲

olsen in an air hostess uniform yes. yes exactly. you seriously get me. that’s what i had in my mind the whole time 🤤 sitting in the crew cabin and eating out wanda? COUNT ME IN!

also!!!!! i’ll be eagerly waiting for your request <333 & enthusiastically waiting to read your fics!! 🖤

google a mansplainer? YOU ARE SO REAL FOR THIS. like my dudes don’t try to explain me shit #GenderfluidBossing (because girlbossing sounds very gender dysphoric to me hehe)

delhi has deteriorated a LOT over the time, the air quality index has risen to a very disturbing amount… if you plan on coming here then i suggest you to do a bit of a research, because it’s seriously dangerous. nothing is more dangerous than a flight with wanda tho. iykwim

34 pages is an understatement 😭🥲 the last time i wrote an accounts exam, i used up 70+ pages in three hours! queue this genre of taylor swift lyrics:

human anatomy is my only strong topic in the entirety of biology. reminds me of the time i scored 50/50 in science in 7th grade 💀😭🤣 yeah no i’ll never forget that, it was the smartest in science i could ever be! but scientific poetry can consume my heart. the thing is, i love learning about science but for academic purposes is a no.

a geek feminist? you’re like a billion times more iconic to me. i am a geek feminist too. but more of in a way where they should allow people who menstruate to have considerate holidays and exam timings. having cramps while writing a stupid ass 20 mark test should be banned fr😐

the moment i started reading smut i only confirmed my place in hell. i haven’t spared myself. funny part is, i cannot even stop thinking about it 😩 sometimes when i cannot sleep i keep thinking abt smut …should i be concerned?

if you have a pinterest link to the image, you can link it to the text :)

(again, i’m so sorry, i geniunely forgot to answer the ask!)

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Western Danmei Fandom Archetypes

2ha mains - ‘READ THE BOOK READ OUR BOOK NOW sobs about HYX something about hole READ THE BOOK NOW shout out to the absolute unit’ - your book is a terrifying masterpiece and CWN is the kind of character Shakespeare could only dream of crafting and all you do is scream and make terrible jokes, excellent work

mdzs mains - they’re hard to hear over the sound of their own ongoing wars tbh - ‘the author is DEAD unless she says something that proves me right - everyday means everyday!!!! BUT ONLY WITH LUBE! WWX desecrated my mom’s corpse but it wasn’t HIS FAULT, Alexa play wangxian.mp3’ you have all the best and all the worst things about being a massive fandom and if you are not Chinese you need to be throwing flowers at the feet of the Chinese members of this fandom (and every Chinese culture fandom tbh, translations, cultural explainers and endless patience, folks are generous as hell) cus y’all are ANNOYING. Anyway, special shout out for the yi city youts, living in their own darkest timeline cus CQL mains won’t let you have dark and disturbing things

TGCF mains - the simpiest gong and the most smiley shou so quite often y’all miss the heart of darkness in your own story! TGCF is a jamboree of pain, stop selling it as sweet autumnal walks! The delusion that is Beefleaf is a collective trauma response to a deeply harrowing side plot that involved arguably MXTX’s most loveable side character! Jun Wu gives 2ha villains a run for their money in terms of corpse heavy architectural structures! That being said, canonical Self insert porn, and you have a ferret in a cute hat, which is fresh and exciting, not a dog or a fox or cat or a dragon like every fucker else, well done

SVSSS mains - I have to keep it real y’all are a bunch of edgelords, and smug as hell but I’m finna allow it because your (reluctant) gong is the sweetest (sqq if you topped him he might not cry! Just a thought. Ok he might cry less) and you’re right, witty meta with one (1) harrowing scene of like borderline consensual non con (if your focus is sqq) or just plain non con (if your focus is lbh? But the perpetrator is the system? a sword? Their partner trying to save their life?) ent for everyone and people misunderstand your chaotic ass text a lot, because they don’t want to ask difficult questions about ‘what consent even means’ and ‘the intricacies of a meta take on a genre that is from a culture they did not grow up in and found out about on tumblr’ So you know. Frighten people out of your fandom with your in jokes, it’s ok. Also a cumplane is a horrific image when you don’t know what that means, exemplary work.

WOH mains - my beloved Shanrens, y’all and your beloved cast deserved so much better than 813 and you have my whole heart. You are a bit unhinged, cus you only eat ice. Y’all are horny as hell, which makes sense cus your leads were stunning and push hard at the F of RPF, let’s keep it real. All these danmei characters are pretty dark, but yours don’t have a war to hide behind, they’re just like that, (I’m over simplifying, sometimes you have to eat your daddy to survive and that’s ok 😭😭) so you are the most feral of them all. Congratulations. I’m happy for people who’s focus is Yexie, but there are about 6,368 lesbians who found love in hopeless place just waiting for you to write about them, please, I don’t ask for much but write some strap on content I BEG. Speaking of which, shouts to the Nya-Xu girls, you’ve got everyone doing pet play on main and THAT? That is what fandom is about.

Guardian mains - you staggered, limped, dragged yourself across the floor so everyone else could shimmy forwards. You got a good theme tune, well done on your musical taste. Everyone needs to put respect on your name but they don’t, because your show ran out of money half way through 😭 and what little they had was spent almost exclusively on getting two gorgeous leading men and giving them NOTHING to work with (and the snake ladies wardrobe) 😭😭😭

Advance Bravely mains - you’re right, it’s a Dadaist masterpiece, but this shouldn’t be your main, beloved, please watch word of honour, gong jun is in it and everything.

Winter Begonia mains - the thing is, you want people to sit with you! Your show is beautiful in every way, and you advocate for it so softly, with such love. But you look like high art and it’s scaring the sluts away. Make some memes!

Sleuth mains - this fandom seems to divide cleanly into 30 somethings that are tired and might wake up in the middle of the night to strangle you at the slightest provocation and gender fuckers that want to be topped by Jin San and honestly? Mood. Y’all are kinkier than you’d think, much like the source material, but mostly you are just here to eat and sigh wistfully at Fu Meng Paul thirst traps while you write service top porn. If you read that as a RongZhi main and couldn’t see yourself you need to read it again.

Qi Ye mains - we get it, you can read, and yes, ZZS is darker than we ever knew and JBY is more of a mess and we need to be more scared of Wu Xi than we are, and Helian Yi is not prince Jin. Counter point: Prince Jin is a simp and it’s FUNNY, it’s nice having Xiyuan as like, ethereal couple goals and ZZS kills a toddler in SHL and then dumps WKX just for REMINDING HIM, we know what he is, even if he is pretending he does not see. It’s a real good and funny book though, you’re right.

Thousand autumn mains - one guy in your animation looks pretty hot and slutty with his shirt all open and the non jiang purple but you never really sell it, come on! Do some evangelism, we’re never getting HYX so I may as well read something.

BONUS nirvana in fire (it’s not a danmei but if you don’t watch it they take your non problematic consumer card away, and do you know what? That’s fair) - y’all are sophisticated. Smart. Aesthetes. You’re here for POETIC CINEMA, and will accept nothing less. But no one needs your meta, the show is clever enough on its own, stand down. Make some memes instead. We need more porn in this here fandom.

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Lip and Mickey, post canon best buds (Mickey refuses to actually call them friends even though they absolutely are)

They play a lot of poker together. Ian’s not allowed to play because he’s too good, and he’s very disgruntled by it

I personally envision Lip having his own garage one day and he services the security trucks, Mickey goes over the books with him and makes fun of him when he catches stupid mistakes

Lip definitely helps with the reno and design aspects on Mickey and Ian’s new place, the two of them bonding over paint samples and finding good deals for furniture at garage sales and estate sales (ok now I’m imagining the two of them going to flea markets together to find stuff to sell and/or decorate their houses with, maybe with Fred strapped to Lip’s chest)

Lip teaches Mickey how to knit, I know it he told me. Ian comes home to find the two of them sitting in silence and concentration as they knit together, Pawn Stars playing on the tv

LEAH!!! this is so perfect! i have no notes. NO NOTES! except i have to freak out about this, hold on alsjkdfh

the image of ian walking into their house to find lip and mickey knitting in silence is the funniest thing in the WORLD. i am obsessed with it and i will pay any artistic human anything they want to bring this to life. i am DYING at this. and it’s so sweet! lip showing mickey a way to zone out and relax and mickey supporting lip in his sober hobbies. ian would be so happy 😭 also of course pawn stars is on, i love it I LOVE IT! 

lip having his own garage one day!!!! i had not thought of this and IT’S GREAT. leah you have made my entire day with this! ian’s not allowed to play poker! that’s so funny, i bet he just hangs out with tami and the kids like 😡 FLEA MARKET! FRED STRAPPED TO HIS CHEST! LOOKING FOR DEALS AND ONE UPPING EACH OTHER WITH THEIR HAGGLING! this is my favorite thing 😭

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MISS K!!!! When I tell you that I legit screamed when I saw that you posted the 1st I am not lying! I had the huggest grin on my face and I was legit shaking from excitement!

Ok but the car rideeee! FUUUUCK!!! of course Senator Steve would have an expensive, luxurious car the fucking AUDACITY this man has. And then Bucky describing his driving and how confident he was! Him driving with one hand and the smirks he was giving Bucky? The mental image u gave me was doing EVERYTHING:

He's so 🥵 I can't with him.

Also lmaoo at Bucky rolling his eyes at Steve's favorite color blue! I would too! That's such a typical fave color for guys hahaha. But then he hit us with the feels with that story of his ma and i freaking clutched my chest cause it was so damn soft! Imagining lil Steve like that like let me give him the hugest hug!

And Oh Gosh poor Buck Buck he was such a mess when they got to the hotel suite! And lmao how Bucky's brain was like ONE ROOM ONE BED! I dont blame him ahhaha.

And no tell me why i squealed when Steve asked Bucky if he knew why he told him to wear the blue suit and Bucky replied: "My eyes" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!! HES SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!! U ADORABLE LIL BEAN!!! how can Senator resist this cutieeeeeeee!!!! Also in mind i was like hmmm since Senator loves the color blue then he deff wants to see his baby rocking a blue suit! And also my mind was like damn Steve must be in love with Bucky's blue/grey eyes 🥰.

Also my heart warmed at Steve reassuring Bucky that they were going to have fun and got Bucky out of his head for the sec there that he was overthinking stuff 🥺

The PIZZA PLACE!!! Oh gooosh that was adorableeeee! Bucky seeing Steve in his home town and him letting loose! Them getting to know each other and Bucky slowly falling for him thinking about how he wanted to kiss Steve without it being from a sexual standpoint but more so from the heart! And holy shit Steve being in awe of Bucky and his studies and also the fact that he speaks russian!!! Also 😏😏😏😏😏 im pretty sure Bucky will use it against Steve when he least expects it. Hes gonna whip out that russian in bed and Steve will be a goner! Bucky dont miss out the chanceee! I saw that topping from thr bottom tag and im likE AAAAAH that would be the perfect timeeee! Anyways, yes, bucky speaking russian does things to me 🥰

Dudeeee what a fucking cock tease is the SENATOR!!!!! I felt so pissed for Bucky when Steve just went "no" and "we got things to do" like SIR!?!?!?!

U just gon do that when u were legit just dry humping Bucky!?!?!? This man i swear 🙄🙄🙄🙄 HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!

ALSO AAAAAAAAAAAH FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK THE SENATOR IN A JOCK STRAAAAAAAP I WASN'T READYYYY I WASN'T READYYYYYYTTTTTTTT!!!!! BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FUUUDGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

And buckyyyyyyyy!!!! Bucky wanting to fuck hiiiiim!!!!!! Yes baby YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!! How can he not!? When that ass was made for loviiiiin'. It was made to be eaten out like the goddamn meal it is! Dudeee i just caaaant! Bucky was so flustered and Steve was living for it!!! He was such a tease wanting Bucky to admit it! And then the humiliation!!?!?!? Wow 🥵 but dudeee there was nothing more that i wanted than for Bucky to pull in the Senator by the jock straps and snap them at the skin and then give that ass a squeeze just to spite Steveeee! Pls let this happen omg! Bucky needs to at least give some loving to that ass!

Anyways I loved this so freaking muuuuch your writing is incredible and you're so talented 🥺 I love anything u put out! And i cant wait to see what comes next for these twoooo! Im ready for the angst and the happy ending! Like aaaaaah! These two are my favorites! They're meant for each other 😭😭😭 and I really loved how the Senator was calling all these sweet nicknames like: baby, honey, sweetheart, princess! Warms my heart! Anyways YOU'RE AMAZING MISS K! LOVE U LOTS LOTS LOTSSSSSS

I'm literally speechless! The time and effort this took you! The love!! The hype!! You are such a gift! I'm going to save this for when I need the encouragement later. I lub you so much!