#ofc he's a bitch

[yakamozhoez]

sweet ride

✎ fucking vendetta leon on his bike, that's the plot <3

cw: d in v, doing it in the public, fingering, choking and breath play (?), creampie, he be rough fr, and he calls you a slut but make it affectionately?, exhibitionism, MDNI

Autumn is finally rolling in. The weather is cooler than usual, and your boyfriend wanted to take you out on a different kind of date tonight than the ones you normally spend at home ordering takeout pizza.

Obviously, Leon’s main motivation is to show off what a talented (?) biker he is, but he’d rather be reading those nerdy books you’ve recommended to him than admitting it out loud. Besides, it’s the kind of date you’ve been meaning to take for a long time. It’s been a while since you’ve been out together, considering he’s always been laid up with work when he should have been laid up by you.

A long time without sex.

That boyish smirk on his face as he sits you on the back with his own hands and puts your helmet on your head below your chin is the tiniest harbinger of how the night might turn out.

Your boyfriend can’t just keep his hands to himself. In his defense, you look pretty precious in your plaid skirt and his duplicate leather jacket that he dressed you in. Considering you’re not wearing anything to cover up your legs, Leon might as well prove how salacious he can be. Seriously, he’s steady at every red, flashing light, and his warm hands under the gloves are on your otherwise cold, bare skin, sneaking under the skirt, pawing up and down, squeezing and caressing.

It’s like his sole purpose is to work up your cunt – wetter and juicier. Goosebumps culling everywhere.

But of course, he doesn’t stop since one of his favorite things in the world is fooling around with you. It’s a sweet rush in you, as no one would ever want to topple off a motorcycle on their butt and possibly break their bones.

“Not like I’m doin’ anything,” he shrugs you off whenever you make that pouting face.

You’re more than happy to oblige whatever he wants, but a game is a game, and if he’s playing with a dirty deck, you just might be an even dirtier player. A tender and innocent prelude: your arms wrapped securely around his waist and your head pillowed on his back. So abstractly innocent that at one point he might think he has been acting like a fucking pervert. Leon finds it all sort of cute, but seconds later you’re relocating your hand to his v-line without wavering, sneaking past the hem of his shirt.

He quickly catches on.

“Hey, now. Watch it.”

His sullen voice echoes in your ears yet again, and you jab your chin at his shoulder quite innocently.

“I’m doing nothing wrong,” you riposte.

Your boyfriend winces as your cold fingertips graze the seam of his boxer briefs; he’s disconcerted, the blood flowing straight south. Giving his dick the cruelest kind of kick. Where months ago, the dick wouldn’t get jacked, but now it’s bobbing.

Over his shoulder, he looks at you with passing judgment, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your hand under his shirt. The instant need to suck and devour your boyfriend, who looks even tastier to your eyes at the red lights, is a pressing need – but never a reality in rush-hour traffic.

“You pull your hands away good.” His eyes recapture yours. They are stern, but you like it. Less agonizing and more tenderizing. Makes your cunt all wetter – your guilty pleasure.

“You hear me?”

No. Absolutely not.

Oh, he has to make sure you hear his words. He needs to speak your language.

“One more warning, and if you aren’t listening, I’m gonna have to pull over on a back street and fuck you in an alley.”

Your eyebrows draw up to your hairline. That’s what you want: getting treated like an arrant slut, but your boyfriend, who wants a romantic night out, is sulking like a bitch.

“Fine, fine.” You pull your hand away and embrace his shoulders.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’ll show you the real fun,” the sour man grits his teeth and snorts a long sigh. When the light turns green, you’re on the move again. Actually, your fate is sealed at this very moment; you know you’re bugging him, but for the sake of the art of promised hate-fucking, you keep it astute.

Enjoy the sweet ride.

The pleasant breeze of the wind and the gentle brush against your skin is nice, even if your hair is all over your face. One second, you actually take off your helmet and breathe in the crisp air around you – clean after last night’s rain. Surely you can trust your boyfriend not to get into any accidents, right? Hopefully, he won’t kill you (!).

Unpleasant topics aside, the ride is actually merry. The next stop, alas, isn’t exactly a picturesque place. At the end of an empty road with dead-end streets, a precipice facing the city. The engine is still running, and Leon makes no effort to get off.

“Where are we?”

He pivots when you pose the question to him; he wants to have a face-to-face conversation with you, or rather he wants to be able to see your face when he’s giving it to you – a good fuck.

“Why, a romantic spot, the city lights, my bike, and my pretty girl, who can’t keep her hands off my cock and all.” His voice is honeyed with amusement, or at least with something like amusement.

Leon seizes your hips and tugs you towards him; your legs dangle off his bike, but you don’t utter a word of protest or griping. Why should you?

“So fucking romantic, right?”

No, it’s not.

“Wait, on the bike?” You ask, almost breathless.

“Mm-hmm, on the bike.” He attests to you, nailing your thighs and subtly spreading your legs for himself. For his eyes.

“Wow, Leon. Who would have thought you’d switch from your old-fashioned ways to this horndog?” The playful veil in your breath is raspberry. It froths Leon’s blood.

“Less talking, more undressing, baby.” He wastes no time, sliding his hand between the legs you’ve earmarked for him. Groping for your panties, he moves the fabric down your leg and guides his hand over your wet, heat-soaked skin until the lacy cloth slithers down your ankle. The two fingers stashed in your pussy speak volumes about his jitters during the ride. And the gust spilled out of your mouth is taffy.

“Don’t tell me it’s too much for you,” he snorts, vulgarly corroding his thumb over the pearly clit. Not an asshole that will deprive you of pleasure however much you’ve pissed him off. He’s just a bitter man for a boyfriend.

“Mhm,” you sing out drunkenly, not far from rapture. That’s so beautiful. Posting loads of twists to the fucker’s dick. There is a certain primness all over your face that’s so idiotically inept, albeit he holds the principle that he’ll starve you of the dick for hours just because you don’t listen to what he says. But your face is too cute. That’s your greatest trump card against Leon – his Achilles heel. Your enrapt eyes are begging to get fucked.

Subsequently, he pushes his fingers, slipping them out of your folds, and stuffs them between your parted lips – against your tongue. You just take them, twirling your tongue around his digits without breaking eye contact.

“Dirty little slut,” his other free hand threads through your hair, “I’m gonna take you right here and fuck your pretty little pussy. That what you’ve been begging all night, yeah?” His fingers burrow a little deeper in your throat, and you almost choke on them. As if on cue, Leon yanks his fingers out of your mouth and slacks his belt with a swish. Your favorite clip to watch, your favorite trailer of all time.

His cock is sticking out, and it’s drawn to your warmth like a magnet such that you take him in nicely. He flows into you, makes you loopy. One fuck of a blow and you’re all stuffed, his cock nearly popping out of your cunt.

Your boyfriend – seated inside – just hangs still. He can’t bring himself to fuck yet – to move and stretch your plushy pussy out.

“Fuck.” A treble whine passes through your throat. You pry your head up and sling your arms around his shoulders to keep the reins under control for a while, to give him more leverage. There’s no sound of others other than your miserere, but you don’t know if fucking openly on the edge of a cliff is a smart choice.

“Leon...” You hesitate. He takes his sweet time; your boyfriend is pushing you to the edge, pulling out ever so slowly, the slick sounds seasoning the night. “We’re screwed if anyone walks by, Leon, big time,” you sputter out, big eyes riveted on his.

“Really?” A low titter follows, and he grounds his hips into your pelvis. Not that it’s unexpected, but it blows your mind when he stiffly slams his cock back into his seat, crowning your cunt.

“Sweetheart, who cares if I’m fucking my girl inside—fuck!—out?” Sarcastic, but he’s winded for air. If you look closely, you can see beads of sheen of sweat forming under the fringe of his hair. You know his question is rhetorical, but it gives you those telltale shivers.

“Let ‘em watch, baby, give them a show ‘cause you play so fucking good,” he seethes out. Harshly. You’re transfixed with another leg-crippling jab, and he’s expunged when you squeeze him tightly inside. Now he can fuck you all the more urgently and, as promised, with much more onerous spurts.

His fingers in your hair somehow close around your neck during this chaotic process. A tenuous grip, and no man has ever choked you to death so caringly before. The sheer pleasures of the throe that has you bouncing on the spot will put out the lights of your brain, except it doesn’t quite pan out the way you expect.

His lips invariably find yours. It’s a vicious kiss, and it shatters all your senses; you’re in turmoil inside and out, a turmoil that’s already ravaged.

“Cum baby, I’ve got it all.” Slobbery scotch-acid kisses are dragged from your lips, and you open your eyes to see Leon’s pale blues swallowed by pitches of huge obsidians. Behind him, empty, all tawny golden (maybe orangey?) street and patches of glowy city lamps.

“Gonna cum,” you echo after him as he tinkers with the amulet that hangs around your neck, the necklace he bought you as a jubilee gift on the auspicious night for your shared times. The necklace, the one you went so far as to carry a picture of him in, ratchets in his hand, and you cum right there and then, spewing on his cock. How absurd it is that getting fucked so dumb can absurdly blossom into a sort of romantic adventure with a man like Leon! It’s beyond your logic.

“Such a beautiful girl,” you can hear his breathy sigh. Tears are stinging down your bleary, semi-open eyes, the flakes of black mascara smudging your beautiful eye makeup. Fuck. How much more can he possibly hold himself back in the face of this visage?

“P-please, please, Leon,” you’re absolutely in a haze, and your already frazzled boyfriend can’t deprive you of that belonging, that coziness you’ve been craving for so many days now.

His forehead on yours, Leon’s lips emit gibberish tunes, and your name palpitates in whispers. He’s unrestrainedly squeezing you, leaving a caustic burning in your windpipe.

“Le...on?” You are gasping; it takes you a split second to catch yourself. The stupor on your face, the parting of your lips, glisten with saliva after hungry kisses snap Leon back to you. He really should release your neck. Yeah, he knows that.

Yet the violence is always in him somewhere, but it has never been against you and never should be. And this wasn’t a life-or-death situation, for fuck’s sake.

But of course, a man who has spent years in such a potentially brutal environment has questionable and demanding kinks. The thing is, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he moans lowly, his jaw unhinged with sheer pleasure. He does eventually absolve your beautiful neck.

It’s only when the oxygen races to your brain that you can feel your pussy walls once again veiled with both your own juices and your boyfriend’s heavy drops of cum. Plus that thing up with the rasps that fly out of his throat in the middle of the night – the quiet whimpers (oh, he does whimper?) that you selectively record given how he’s up close to your face, buried even.

Is this really how it feels to be fucked out of your mind. Is this the mythical mindfuck crap that those bitches are talking about?

He doesn’t know if you’ve ever looked this pretty – even in the wee hours of the morning when he wakes up hours before you and just lies motionless in bed observing you. Who could make you feel so pretty but him? Nobody. He knows that.

“You doing okay?”

Leon’s frown is pinched. He looks feverishly apprehensive; his lips are piquantly pink.

“Mmm,” your croon is tickly but all too familiar to him – the same sweet croon you chirp after lovemaking in your shared apartment.

“You almost blacked out with all that choking stuff.”

“I liked it, Leon.”

No hesitation – you rebuff him with a rushing whisper without regard to your raw, poor throat and the stinging soreness of your pussy memory.

“Well, looks like I’ve really ruined you.”

The sarcasm in his words is tinged thickly, but his smile – which frames his lips and shows the pearls of his teeth, proves that he won’t prolong the conversation any longer. He’ll likely eat out the sticky mess on your glistening cunt, or that’s what you’re desperately hoping for because you love his tongue and nose.

[formulanni]

Dear lord please double Logan Sargeant’s misfortune and give it to the British this weekend 🧎‍♀️

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time

[aayakashii]

Do you guys think MC had to keep Lyca real close by her side during new years because the fireworks were loud, and they probably distressed him, so she cuddled him and put some earplugs in his ears to muffle the loud noises and keep his anxiety at bay.......... @ghoulspaw thoughts....

[sunnibits]

“the kids chose protective mom izzy in the divorce” is literally my new favorite joke to come out of s2 so far I’m utterly obsessed

[a-stars-art-blog]

I’ve been having thoughts. Completely Normal and not emotionally unstable thoughts.

I DEMAND more Joseph seeing/treating Kakyoin as a 2nd grandson content ITS TOO CUTE

[razmerry]

“oh jason was the happy robin” this “oh he wasn’t at all angsty like people think” that well if you bitches want to have your canonical happy robin you better accept that you’re getting natural-redhead-dyes-his-hair-black-exact-copy-of-dick’s-backstory jason too. can’t have one without the other

[warning-heckboop]

Was going to write a little ficlet to go with this, but. Vaccine tiredness is killer.

A little bit of art for the FOP Nature au by @bunnieswithknives. I cannot recommend checking it out enough.

[martianbugsbunny]

Kallus being like U know what a bitch is tired of losing to a spraypainted teenage Mandalorian obsessed with explosives, a cringefail father figure with low self-esteem, a hotshot pilot with daddy issues and a murderous old junker of a droid/bestie, a scrappy blueberry child with sixty different aliases, and a lavender cat man who has a case of resting bitch face SO HE JUST JOINS THEM. congrats guys u have added a gayass ex-Imperial with muttonchops to your motley crew simply by being annoying.

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

I absolutely love how Anthony was Very Angry™️ but then Kate just poked at his face till he reluctantly started smiling

[karineverse]

Do you think Ink would make a house after he got kids so they could learn what having a home is like

[nouverx]

Guys maybe it's time for me to introduce my ocs 💥

Lehti is my main oc and the protagonist!! I created him in 2019 and he's the one I drew the most in my life. He's a human, though he doesn't look like one. He's very ostracised from society because of his appearance and his disability, the other humans even want him dead for reasons I can't really explain yet. He can't have any real job so he lives of thievery and decided to actively become a menace to society as vengeance 😈

Melek is his sign language translator/interpretor! She is his voice and his ears. She was an homeless orphan, he took her in and provides her housing and food in exchange of her services. She follows him around everywhere to translate everything for him. She wears a mask because helping out Lehti one way or another is seen as treason and is punishable by death by the other humans, so he makes her wear it to protect her identity.

At first their relationship was only transactional, with time they became more like siblings.

Maybe one day I'll turn those ocs into a real fantasy story, who knows

Some more rambling about my ocs teehee

Lehti is very fun but also enigmatic. He doesn't seem to mind being a wanted man, even pulls of the theatrics when he's being chased. He's very similar to Lupin the Third in that regard, very playful, loves the attention and likes to taunt and have fun while thieving. He has very low empathy and doesn't really get sad or angry easily. It's like "Oh everyone wants me dead for no reason? Fun!" kind of chaotic neutral. He does have a darker/more sadistic side sometimes when interacting with the humans, so he might be motivated by vengeance in a deeper level 🤷 who knows

Also he's transmasc!! If that wasn't obvious enough lol. Medical transition isn't a thing in their fantasy universe, but it's ok he's not dysphoric or anything. He gets misgendered a lot but Melek is the only one who hears it and she always corrects people so it's a win for him

I don't usually take the time to post or talk about my ocs because I always end up brainrotting about something else, I really want to try and draw them more!

Melek on the other hand is very timid. She doesn't speak much outside of her job and was really just following him around like a shadow at the beginning. She didn't really have any goal in life before and was just surviving, now that she has a more "secure" situation (aka not having to worry about food or housing anymore), she's learning how to enjoy life again and even create a future for herself. I love her and she's a character that I'd love to develop more!

[fossilizedhysterics]

guess who finished tlok tonight and immediately had this come to him in a vision!!!!

[adamprrishcycle]

saw this and realised it applies to basically every character in the raven cycle

[melmedarda]

⸻ COUNCILOR SALO (serving unparalleled levels of cunt as per usual), Arcane

[wetvett]

can you do jax omo?

you bet

self plug,, if you like my art and would like to get a piece from me thats more than just a sketch, pls commission me over on v/gen!

I will happily draw omo/ piss kink / a lot of other kink stuff as well, even though it doesn’t mention that in my TOS lmao

[bastardlybonkers]

like hes literally fine whats your problem