#THE PRIEST FUCKING EXPLODING???
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the newest chucky episode??? uhm??? UHM???
#chucky spoilers#WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SHOW OH MY GAWD IT IS SO UNSERIOUS AND STRANGE#the angel nadine and lexy scene?? oh my gawd?? it was so sweet and sad and#why would they do this to me i just want my nadinekins back 😭😭😭#MY BABY LEXY UGH I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER#THE EXORCISM SCENE WAS SO???#THE PRIEST FUCKING EXPLODING???#thought my girl nica was gonna die for a lil bit i was scared... cuz if i had to lose both nadine AND nica...#lexy almost getting shot?? GLEN ACTUALLY GETTING SHOT???#what is wrong with this show it is so damn silly like we have lost the plot....#christmas themed finale... slay ig#ok im done prommy#lexdine#chucky tv series#mia talks
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i think i need to jerk off before i go to the easter vigil mass so i can survive through it without going insane
#personal#on thursday the priest sang the psalms and he has such a pretty voice i almost died#i mean he has a pretty voice overall but his singing voice is so good i love him#every time he sings the eucharistic prayer i just hhhhhhhhhh#leaves a wet stain on the pew oopsie#i am literally so feral for him on thursday i felt like i was going to explode if he didn't fuck me right that second
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nutmeg nui fear and hunger playthrough
FEAR AND HUNGER DATE NIGHT!!!!! THEY LOVE IT!!!!
#absolutely adore this game but omfg.#i keep not wanting to save bc i dont like not having alot of time to do stuff#but that also means i keep DYING AND LOSING EVERYTHING#though thats just part of the experience.........#had the sickest run playing daan w my friend earlier#had the sickest gadgets and id killed the dark priest and everything#and then i FUCKING. RAN INTO SOME ELEPHANT FUCK#THAT MADE MY HEAD EXPLODE#whatever.#its fine im not bothered.#ask
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god. still fucking thinking about last chucky ep
#HE FUCKING SPLODED#AND JENNIFER LMAO#just like them twink best friends.......#had to explain to my partner just how batshit it was seeing that with the background of like all the rest of chucky#both the movies and show#bc I only really showed them the splodey bits bc they joined vc too late to watch the ep w us#but anyway I had to try to convey how crazy fucked up it was#bc the rest of the series is pretty grounded like no ones ever exploded for Literally No Reason#and then chucky just decided 'oh yall are gonna LOVE this'#shoutout to cube who had the take of 'that's not a chucky thing all priests can just Do That'#ok gotta get back to work#emiltalk
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I seek for the light that has flamed out
I seek for the truth in the night
When I said his playlist is just Insomnium's entire discography i meant it
#ok dimos lore dump#well i dont have much yet but#he's from the first age#made immortal some couple hundred year after viessa#he was priest of frara#and an oracle#he did some pretty fucking up there divination#i have this idea that he tried to see when some loved one will be reborn again and looked into many futures and then his head exploded#too many futures to comprehend#how the smallest choices make huge differenced down the line#it's not meant for mortals to know#so frara (who's domain is also divination and fates and all that) went bet#fuck you for trying to usurp me#and his brain went through the washer#he's still devout#and he's bit of a mythmaker since some mortals got to know that hey there's this oracle who KNOWS stuff#but uuuh#he's nonverbal mostly#and very reclusive#he has his own little pocket dimesion where he hides for the most part#but then during the second age lucien viessa and maya paid him a visit like#'yo you're one of us lets be fucked up together'#armed asshats#he's a mountain of a guy but he's in a blanket pile 70% of the time
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unsolved (ii)
Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)
Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, obnoxious reader, mentions of hauntings and the things that come with (body harm, priests, etc). images all have alt texts.
A/N: if you're familiar with the format of BuzzFeed unsolved videos, the pictures in this chapter make more sense. anyway we're starting small to warm up but i assure u there's like actual paranormal shit from next chapter onward <3 thank u for the chaotic response to chapter 1 ily guys sm ! as usual, please send me things you'd like to see in the series! it always make me so happy
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Bucky loves the compound. The sentiment carries a lot, considering he’s made it a non-negotiable part of his personal brand to hate everything.
The lush landscape is quiet, spacious enough that he isn’t forced to run into anyone he’s actively avoiding, and has state-of-the art security that lets him sleep soundly, assured that no one will be able to get to his floor in an assassination attempt.
All of his deep love and fond admiration disappears when it’s the crackass of dawn and his oakwood door receives the beat down of a lifetime.
He snaps awake instantly, unsure of whether there was someone actually trying to kick the shit out of his door or it was just another nightmare that often blurred lines with reality.
But after the third deafeningly loud knock confirms it, he scrambles for a pair of pants just so that he isn’t caught entirely vulnerable.
The thrashing doesn’t cease, and by the time he makes his way to the door and yanks it open–
There’s no one on the other side.
Except a coffee cup on the ground and a note scribbled haphazardly on the side.
Shoot day. See you at the studio!
He stares wordlessly at the cup, unable to differentiate whether the feeling coursing through the very fibres of his being currently is pure blinding rage, or confusion that you apparently knew his coffee order.
The studio is fucking empty. If Bucky wasn’t still reeling from the effects of being startled awake by a fake intrusion at 5am, he’d have been over the damn moon.
He does his part as a man of honour and righteousness– calls out a very quiet ‘Hello?’ and then doesn’t bother feeling guilt when his heart explodes in joy at the lack of response.
He spins on his heel to march out, only to come to an abrupt stop when he almost runs into you. He didn’t even fucking hear you come in.
“Oh, hey.” You look at him, hand on a bagel. “You actually showed.”
Bucky’s smile falters, and he returns to his default Grinchian state.
“You made sure I fuckin’ did,” he grumbles. “How’d you get on my floor?”
“I have my ways.”
Bucky’s glare presses hard into you almost like a palpable entity.
“I did a gig as an escape artist for a while. Paid super well,” you dismiss.
He doesn’t blink once, trying to decipher whether you’re telling him the truth or not.
You offer him a bite from your bagel in return, seemingly having moved on from the conversation already.
“Where’s everyone else?” he asks, turning away from you.
“Maya didn’t actually think you’d show up on time so she told everyone to come an hour later.” You speak through a mostly full mouth. “I figured you could use the company.”
Bucky immediately feels defensive, as if that wasn’t exactly what he tried to do.
He grumbled all through the morning when he saw fifteen text reminders sent to him through the night telling him he had to shoot a video that day. He grumbled when he couldn’t use traffic as an excuse to not show up because the studio is two streets away from the compound. He grumbled when the toaster actually works for once. Everything is right in the world. This was, of course, devastating to him.
He finally shuts up when Sam gives him a piece of gum. Then he just glowers, but his jaw is otherwise occupied.
“She set you on me this morning?” Bucky questions, tone on the verge of being ticked.
You shake your head, swallowing before taking another bite. “No, that was social service.”
Bucky’s eye twitches.
“I’ll come back in an hour,” he mumbles, arms crossed over his chest.
You give him a look that lets him know you’re entirely unconvinced. “Will you?”
Well. No.
“I’m gonna look around the studio. You’re welcome to join,” you say instead, looking past him. “We’ll need to know where we’re working for the next few months.”
Few months? No no– few hours at max, if this were to go exactly his way.
“Video’s not gonna do numbers,” he reminds you in a dull utterance.
“With an enthusiasm like that, it’s hard to see why you’re not universally beloved, Barnes,” you comment seriously, before clapping his shoulder. “Come on. You ever look at yourself in a mirror? You’re gonna be a star, baby.”
Bucky, in his current chosen avatar, looks less 'man of the world' and more 'reject of the jungle’.
But the sentiment is appreciated.
The studio is moderately big.
You find joy in messing around with set pieces of the other Avengers video series that were being shot there. Bucky finds joy in locating every possible escape route within a three foot vicinity.
He’s admittedly surprised by learning how much actually goes into making a simple video. He just figured they’d stick a camera in his face and teleprompt him and get it over it.
You chat animatedly about the use of gimbals and different camera gear, lighting setups and sound quality.
“You into this stuff?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No, I just did a stunt as a wedding videographer once,” you wave off, “It was great. You could always tell which couples were gonna get divorced within a year.”
Something unrecognisable flashes in his eyes.
“Escape artist and wedding videographer,” he repeats.
You stop talking to look at him.
“Yes,” you say simply and go on to provide no further explanation.
If the morning’s antics weren’t enough, now he’s convinced you’re fucking with him.
“Anyway, they’ll probably stick us in makeup before we go on camera because it–”
“Makeup?”
“Well– yeah. For the video.” Your eyes dart toward him, sizing him up in a quick glance. “If you look any paler, you’d basically be translucent.”
Bucky can’t even debate it. His skin looks like it hasn't felt the gentle touch of a sunray in millennia.
“Just say it’s part of the theme.”
You snort. “The first ghost I hunt cannot be one who sits beside me.”
So Bucky gets his makeup done.
By the time the studio fills in, he’s already drunk two cups of the shitty breakroom coffee and found fifteen innocuous things to fashion into weaponry if things were to go awry.
The large bright lights force him to keep wiping beads of sweat away from his forehead. Everything exists in a contrarian state of frenzy, and coordinated down to the second as if it were a damn rocket launch. He’s already had three staff members dart about him cross checking if he’s hydrated and if he’s signed the right forms.
“Oh, you actually showed,” he hears for the second time from Maya, who doesn’t even make an attempt to hide the earnest surprise from her voice.
Bucky wants to scream.
“The team’s picked a really simple case since it’s the first video. You just need to read it out,” she explains breezily, switching from you to him, “and you need to react.”
You flash her a thumbs up. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. He’s convinced it’ll trigger another round of people meddling with his hair until it looks ‘sufficiently casual but not artificial’.
Maya hurriedly leaves after wishing you good luck, probably to fix the walking PR disaster that was Clint, who unceremoniously went live on his Instagram the night before after consuming something he procured from some guy in an alleyway, who described it as ‘carbonated milk’. Bucky watched it for a few seconds and immediately shut down the app when Clint offered to take one article of clothing off for every million people that tuned in.
“I asked for there to be as few people in the room as possible,” you whisper to him.
“Still a lot,” he replies under his breath, watching them buzz around him, still brushing up his face and dabbing at his hairline with a napkin.
Someone hands you a folder full of papers. “We lose any more and we’re filming this video ourselves.”
“All ready!” The camera guy, Shane, announces.
“Copy that,” you call back, before leaning forward in your chair, grinning. “Chill. I’m gonna do the talking. All you gotta do is say a few words and look pretty.”
That sounds…doable.
“Make it fast,” Bucky mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.
Whether he was talking about the video or his death is still up for debate.
“Recording in three…two…one–”
The whole studio waits with bated breath, but Bucky stares right ahead.
“When I said a ‘few words’, I did mean one or two, possibly more,” you talk through your smile.
Bucky continues looking into the camera like it stole his ancestral property.
You exhale, soldiering on, lips still upturned.
You look at Bucky, hopeful that he will at least answer a question. He doesn’t offer the same kindness, and now you understand why Maya reached out to you for this.
So you do what needs to be done, as a person with a responsibility to all these fine and tired souls gathered here on a weekend.
You kick him under the table.
The crew waits for Bucky to say more. He very pointedly doesn’t.
At least one sound has been procured from him, which is more than what they can say for some other videos.
You continue, “Our story takes place in 1954, in the quaint, rural town of Ravenswood. Irene–”
Bucky scoffs. “You made that up.”
Would now be a good time for him to bring up your previous job experiences you had dropped so casually or was this enough to let you know he was onto you?
Your eyebrows pull together, scanning over the sentence. “I haven't even said anything yet.”
“A horror story. Taking place in Raven’s Woods,” Bucky emphasises. “Really.”
Bitch.
“First of all, it’s Ravenswood, not Raven’s Woods,” you shoot back. “And it exists.”
“Where?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t know– fuckin’ West Virginia?” You shuffle through the papers. “Does it matter? You wanna move there?”
Bucky doesn’t add anything further.
You observe him for a moment before deciding to continue.
“In the quiet town of Ravenswood,” you side eye him but he doesn’t look affected. “Irene Wendelin, a 35-year-old woman moved into a house on the outskirts to save up money. She lived alone, had no immediate relatives and worked as a secretary at the local press.”
Bucky continues chewing his gum. You’re not even sure he’s listening, but everyone got paid by the hour regardless of whether he did, so who gives a shit.
“Within a few weeks of moving in, strange incidents started to take place. Irene’s friend Thelma, who also worked as a secretary at the press, recalled how Irene developed a persistent cough, was constantly fatigued, and had issues sleeping due to her skin itching. Thelma suggested solutions from ointments to medication, but not one remedy that she provided seemed to work. As time went by, Irene’s symptoms escalated into severe respiratory problems, leaving her breathless just from climbing up a flight of stairs. She even reportedly started having hallucinations of people crawling around in her house in the dark, but she was never able to catch them in their entirety.”
“How long did this take?” Bucky questions out of the blue, arms still crossed over his chest.
“I think within a couple of weeks of moving in.” You try not to look too surprised. “Further, Thelma recalls Irene saying she heard strange sounds at night which kept her up. The only time the woman felt normal was when she left her house to stay with her cousins for a month.”
Bucky’s head snaps to you, eyes narrowing.
“What?” you challenge.
“Nothin’,” he says instead. “Go on.”
You cast a look at the crew, who look just as confused as you, but you continue regardless.
“Things escalated when one day, Irene showed up to work in complete disarray. Thelma says that upon a closer look, Irene had bite marks over her hands and legs. Thelma, a devout Christian, insisted on getting the place checked out by the church since all else had failed. Father Gabriel, a local priest, agreed to visit the house, but upon setting foot inside, claimed it was haunted by ‘forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’. This was the last straw for Thelma, who had Irene move into her house until she found a new place to stay. Within a few weeks, Irene was back to normal, and the house is still considered one of the most haunted places in the country to this place, with no one allowed to enter.”
Bucky looks at his arms, jaw tightening.
Your eyebrow twitches.
You could see Maya shaking her head from across the room, entirely fucking defeated.
You wait a few seconds but receive no response. Bucky’s gaze doesn’t shift from the table top.
You start gathering the folder with the story in it, getting ready to read out your conclusion.
You stare at him, but he doesn’t look up at you.
Collectively, every spine in the room straightens.
“Asbestos?” you echo.
“Or mold. Could be either.” Bucky shrugs, chewing on the same stupid piece of gum that had lost its flavour hours ago.
You look at him in bewilderment, partly because you weren’t expecting him to say anything at all, much less this.
“Had an aunt once who thought she was possessed. Turns out her walls were full of mold.”
You stare at him. “You’re lying.”
He finally turns to you, no traces of humour on his face. “She got remarried and moved out. Good as new.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s asbestos.”
“Had the same symptoms an’ everything. Itchy skin, breathing problems, fatigue.”
“Hallucinations?”
“Stress. Being poisoned twenty-four hours a day’ll do a number on anyone.”
“And the bite marks?”
“You never had an itch so bad you just bit it?”
“On her legs?” you ask incredulously. “She bit her legs? Is that what you’re saying?”
Bucky shrugs.
You look like you’re going to lose your mind.
You clear your throat. “What about the priest?
Bucky snorts. “What ‘bout him?”
“'Forces of evil whose reality existed beyond mortal comprehension’?”
“Maybe it was her,” he fires back. “Maybe that's just how she was, how would you know?”
“You’re saying the forces of evil are just… her bad vibes?” you say it slowly, as if that would make it better.
“Maybe.” Bucky’s shoulders rise and drop again. “My aunt was a real stick in the mud too. I coulda called her a force’a evil when she didn’t let me fire a bottle rocket into the tree.”
You narrow your eyes at him. Bucky looks back innocently.
“You’re bullshitting.”
“About my aunt?” he scoffs. “I would never. Rest her soul. Made some damn good cranberry pie.”
You roll your eyes. “It’s not asbestos.”
“Then why was she fine every time she moved out?”
“Because the house was haunted.”
“By mold.”
Maya clears her throat, pointing to her watch.
You look back at her and clear your throat as well, shuffling around your papers.
“Right. So that’s it for this episode.”
The camera guy yells “Cut!’ and you turn to look at Bucky.
But he’s already gone.
The video goes up that weekend.
It takes a considerable amount of time to edit, considering they had to bleep out the steady stream of expletives that you didn’t even know Bucky was muttering under his breath, but got picked up by the mic anyway.
To Barnes (Work):
are you ready for your influencer era
He leaves you on seen. You think you’ll send him more memes of his stupid face.
To Barnes (Work):
influenza
Five hours since the video has gone up, and your phone starts buzzing more than usual. Nat’s already sent you a clearly AI generated article titled ‘Everything We Know About the Latest Avenger’, full of incorrect information and straight up lies.
The first reviews are promising. Sort of. The newest generation of kids on Twitter are saying shit and using terms that are beyond you, but it looks good. You think.
And then somewhere close to midnight, your phone chimes with a text from a number you hadn’t yet saved.
From unknown
Hey. Steve Rogers here. Great job on the video.
Your eyebrows shoot up, discarding your refreshing of the Subreddit that has popped up in your name.
From unknown
Just letting you know though– he was lying.
From unknown
He doesn’t have an aunt.
Motherfucker.
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Mortal Kombat 1 Intro Dialogues
a/n: some slightly flirty dialogues for suggested characters from Mortal Kombat 1 (and 11), reader is a blood mage, adjacent to "Unpunishable"
Warnings: Suggestive Language, Obscure References, Poor Attempts at Comedy
Shang Tsung
Shang Tsung: Liu Kang is squandering your potential.
Reader: I trust his judgement completely.
Shang Tsung: You were made for so much more.
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Reader: You want me to make a deal with the Devil.
Shang Tsung: All I ask in return, is your soul.
Reader: It's too high a price!
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Shang Tsung: I lay before you my eternal heart...
Reader: There is no love with you, only ownership.
Shang Tsung: I dearly love all of my possessions.
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Reader: I must believe there's good even in the darkest corners of the world
Shang Tsung: Finding it in me might turn out to be a futile fight
Reader: I don't give up easily, Shang Tsung
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Shang Tsung: Have you ever thought to say "stop"? "If you love me, you would stop?"
Reader: Not in a thousand years.
Shang Tsung: I see now, why we're destined for each other
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Reader: The things you've been doing in your laboratories are vile
Shang Tsung: I've used the same magic, as the one coursing through your veins
Reader: Liar!
Liu Kang
Liu Kang: Empress Sindel has approved your application to study Outworld's medicine.
Reader: I'm honored by her trust.
Liu Kang: You'll do a splendid job as Earthrealm's ambassador.
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Reader: I fear the pull of darkness overpowering me.
Liu Kang: I will guide you, until your mind is at peace.
Reader: What if it never ends?
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Liu Kang: In the previous timeline, you were my close friend and adversary.
Reader: And in this timeline?
Liu Kang: I'm inclined to say the same.
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Reader: Doesn't it get lonely, being a God?
Liu Kang: I'm devoted to protecting Earthrealm and its people.
Reader: You didn't answer my question.
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Liu Kang: Beware Shang Tsung's honeyed words.
Reader: You've said we were destined for each other in all timelines.
Liu Kang: And your union always leads to your suffering.
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Reader: You knew I'd reject Shang Tsung's offer? Fight him every step of the way?
Liu Kang: I had faith, you would make the right choice
Reader: Honestly, do you have music playing in your head when you say garbage like that
Johnny Cage
Johnny: Let me just say, there's no other place I would rather be, than right here with you right now.
Reader: I can change that very easily.
Johnny: Why so serious, sweet cheeks?
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Reader: No, Johnny, I won't be playing in any of your movies, ever.
Johnny: Can I ask why?
Reader: Why I don't want the job that makes your brain explode?
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Johnny: You might wanna reconsider your rendezvous with the Sorcerer.
Reader: Which one?
Johnny: Oh, you are a bad woman.
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Reader: Don't be such a baby, it's just a scrap.
Johnny: And I need a hot nurse to patch it up.
Reader: Why do I even… You're impossible.
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Johnny: You have experience with emotionally fragile men, right?
Reader: You're self-aware today.
Johnny: I was talking about Kung Lao...
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Reader: Okay, Ninja Priest was actually kinda good.
Johnny: YES! I knew you had a thing for the clergy.
Reader: That's not what I... You're such an ass!
Kung Lao
Reader: Do you think Liu Kang has destined us to become friends?
Kung Lao: Obviously, I'd never choose this for myself.
Reader: He could've made you less of twat...
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Kung Lao: It's way too dangerous for you to travel Outworld alone.
Reader: I don't need a babysitter, Kung Lao.
Kung Lao: Prove it, then.
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Reader: If you buy me dinner at Madame Bo's, I'll heal your arm.
Kung Lao: I see your time with Shang Tsung is rubbing off on you.
Reader: See, now I gotta hurt ya.
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Kung Lao: How does it feel, being in the center of the Snake's attention.
Reader: Fuck you man, I didn't ask for this.
Kung Lao: Not good then.
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Reader: Come on, I paid for dinner last time.
Kung Lao: I'll be happy to pay... Once you beat me.
Reader: You can be an ass sometimes, you know that?
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Kung Lao: You know I only meant it as a joke, right?
Reader: Let me show you just how funny I think you are
Kung Lao: Bring it on, Nurse.
Bi-Han
Reader: You betrayed everything your clan stood for.
Bi-Han: You have no moral high-ground here, Healer.
Reader: I don't need it.
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Bi-Han: Join the Lin Kuei, and unleash your true power.
Reader: Not while they're under your command, traitor.
Bi-Han: Your pride will be your downfall.
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Reader: I can feel your blood run cold through your body...
Bi-Han: It will boil while I destroy you.
Reader: You'll freeze to death, then.
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Bi-Han: Your aversion to power is your greatest flaw.
Reader: Should I follow your lead, then, and betray all I love for a promise of greatness?
Bi-Han: Is it wrong to want more?
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Reader: Maybe I can beat some sense into you…
Bi-Han: I will crush you, little girl.
Reader: Great, a quip about my height, so original.
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Bi-Han: We meet again, Blood Mage.
Reader: I knew you couldn't stay away, Bi-Han.
Bi-Han: Let's see if your training has progressed.
Erron Black
(am i the only one devastated he wasn't included in mk1?)
Erron: What's a pretty lookin' thing like you doin' in a place like this?
Reader: Holy shit, you even talk like a cowboy!
Erron: …Nevermind.
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Reader: If I win, I get to wear the hat.
Erron: You'd look mighty fine in it, I'd wager.
Reader: Don't you pull your punches on me now, Black.
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Erron: There's quite the price on your head, sweetheart.
Reader: And you'll do everything to collect it, right?
Erron: I could be persuaded against it, with the right motivation...
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Reader: Do you flirt with all your targets?
Erron: Only pretty little ones, like you, girlie.
Reader: Well then, let's dance, Cowboy.
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Erron: I wouldn't mind giving you a ride around town, little lady.
Reader: I'd rather beat you where you stand.
Erron: Be still, my beating heart.
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Reader: I know who sent you.
Erron: Someone who's eager to get their hands back on you.
Reader: You can both keep them to yourself.
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"the world with catgirls does not know what cats are" is the most haunting piece of arknights lore i've learned yet
the animal kingdom is in some real fucking state in arknights they do have animals but they're called fowlbeasts instead of birds finbeasts instead of fish burdenbeasts instead of cattle etc etc as well as tons of fucked up mutated bugs like originum slugs and metal crabs and gloompincers and exploding spiders, and as established they treat 'kitties' as some weird lifeform nobody on the extensive highly educated rhodes island staff has seen before but there's a cat right there on this login screen and has been since game launch, unidentified fucking thing blow it up NOW
and sometimes there's characters that are just actual talking animals instead of anthro or kemonomimi and they're some kind of immortal ancient gods and they do shit like assist the royal line of victoria for centuries (siege's lions) or fight elaborate proxy wars with each other (the signori dei lupi in il siracusano) or fuck around in the jungle piloting giant robots built by reptile girls (high priest in great chief returns) or start a rap career and a logistics company (emperor from penguin logistics) or become successful businessmen that somehow always hang around in non euclidean hell spaces and develop long running personal beef with the doctor of rhodes island (duck lord)
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. . . 彡 🗑️ trash draft: goodboy façade.
NOTE: i present to u... nerd armin crumbs. i've sat on this thing for months, it was part of a longer fic that i had planned out but it was too much to write for me so i gave up on it lol
🔞 minors don't read or interact / n.sfw / smut / 18+ content
WARNINGS — stereotypes, m*sturbation, sending nxdes for a paid dare, mentions of alcohol but not being drunk, mean reader, min's fantasies include creampies, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u
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He was sick of it. Sick of seeing that red tint on your lips. Sick of the way his pants tightened up at your flirting. Sick of only having your lips around his dick in his fantasies.
And good god, he had an endless stream of fantasies. As far as his imagination's concerned, you've had sex with him every day.
His fist isn't enough. His daydreams of you aren't enough. He needs to really feel you, or he might actually explode.
But despite his overwhelming lust, his hands are tied behind his back, and his shirt collar is as pristine as his goodboy façade.
You know how you turn him on, in fact you're sorely aware. It's almost amusing to see him suffer.
He blushes up to his ears when you compliment him. His pants tighten when you murmur dirty jokes into his ear. He nearly chokes on air when you 'accidentally' press your thigh against his during Levi's lectures.
Your scent lingers on his T-shirt and he can't help but inhale them and start rubbing his hardening cock through his sweatpants.
He's focusing hard on the image of you pawing at his bulge, teasing him for being too wimpy to make a move himself. His fantasy grows bigger with each stroke of his hand, his pretty pink tip is flushed and throbbing underneath the grey fabric. The outline of his cock looks like something right out of a hentai, and the same goes for his moans.
He muffles his whimpers on his hand, imagining that it's your lips muffling the sound instead. He gives his aching cock a few squeezes through his sweatpants. He heard a rumor that you tend to tease like that.
Just as he gets into it, his phone erupts with dinging notifications. Right then, it's the most annoying sound on earth. He's torn right out of his fantasy of you.
The repetitive sound gets on his nerves, that is, until he checks who its from, and sees that it's you messaging him.
His jaw fucking drops at the message. His brain short circuits. Is his vision deceiving him? Is this real life right now? He's just about losing it.
Meanwhile, you're giggling over your phone screen with your girl friends. The time glares at you in the corner; 2:45 am.
Everyone at this party thinks that you're wasted, but that's one of the many talents you possess; acting drunk when actually you're as sober as a priest.
Your girl friends can't stop with their stupid, drunk giggles.
"Alright, I did it. Pay up." You smile evilly over at your favorite blond, Tori.
She groaned and pulled out her phone. Within a couple of minutes, you received a notification that your wish list was 'anonymously' purchased.
"Thanks, Tori, 'love you!" You coo and smile, pulling her in for a hug.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it..." She giggles to herself, "Armin is probably too prudish to stare at it too long, you know."
Your smile morphs into a cruel smirk. In this friend group, there is no debate about Armin's 'prudishness'. What's the problem with being a virgin at twenty-two years old? Nothing at all, there's nothing wrong with that; but your opinions have molded to fit the shape of your friends, haven't they? So you just agree that Armin is the biggest prude at your college.
And that poor boy, that poor boy, he's laying in bed freaking out over the fact you sent him a nude of yourself, meanwhile you're getting back to partying.
You did not just accidentally send him your best nude, there's no way.
What's worse than the lack of context is the fact you went offline right after he read the message. There's no way, he thought.
Armin can't even form a thought. His eyes are just glued to his screen. He subconsciously brought his face closer, and his hand dove under his pants.
There's no way it was an accident, he knows that, he's not an idiot. He's the valedictorian of your college.
Whimpers fill Armin's dorm room. His mind is racing. Heart palpitating. Your name falls off his lips while he approaches one of the best orgasms he's had in a while.
Before he knows it he's spurting hot ropes of his cum all over his shirt, the shirt that smells like your scent. Your name echoes off his walls, and in his mind he's just deliciously filled you up to the brim with his milky white release.
#🗑️ — trash#mdni#smut#armin smut#armin arlert smut#armin x reader smut#armin arlert x reader smut#armin x fem reader#armin x f reader#armin x reader#armin x y/n#armin x you#aot smut#snk smut#attack on titan smut#aot x reader#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader
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Hazbin Hotel but the reader is an overlord that's like Miss Argentina
Genre : Songfic
Warnings : Val. Allusions to suicide. Self harm.
A/n : yeah bro idek I thought this was a cool idea if this post flops I don't give a shit I love miss argentina and her song is the best out of the whole Beetlejuice soundtrack and I will fucking die on that hill. This is Alastor x reader focused btw.
"I was hot!" The woman exclaimed, leaning against the bar stool seductively, grinning toothily at Charlie," Went to parties a lot, yknow?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively, mimicking snorting cocaine across her forearm.
Charlie smiled nervously at the woman as she watched her spin away from the bar towards Husker gracefully," I was driving lamborghinis sippin' super dry martinis in the tiniest bikinis on a yacht," Her smile dropped and she pretended to be a damsel in distress, leaning backwards as Husk caught her in his arms with a bored expression," but I was depressed~..."
She pet Husk on the cheek good-naturedly and spun out of his arms," Oh so completely obsessed... an unhappy beauty queen who dreamed to be Miss Argentina," She gave Charlie a wink, flipping her hair before she gave her a sincere look," I had such low self-esteem, I was a mess!"
Charlie frowned in sympathy before she was pulled into a side hug very suddenly, face pressed against... a generously gifted... cleavage. Her cheeks exploded a bright colour of red and she could've sworn she heard Vaggie growl.
"So I gave it all up for the netherworld, I've been here forever, girl." She gave Charlie a wink and a ruffle of her hair," If I was more clever, girl - I would've stuck it out. Knowing what life's about."
She spun Charlie around, putting on a dramatic performance as she clutched a hand to her chest," Pain and joy and suffering," She wiped away a fake tear," Failing but recovering. I'll tell you another thing," She gestured to Charlie's ragtag group of sinners who were watching the performance with interest and amusement," Everyone here is alone!" Their faces dropped.
She cupped Charlie's face gently, grinning wryly," so if you are breathing, go home!"
She took Charlie's hands in her own, swaying her hips from side to side, engaging in a tango," If I knew then, what I know now~!" She twirled Charlie around with a joyous laugh, the princess couldn't help but laugh along with her, the woman's energy completely infectious," I would have looked within and let love in somehow~!"
She pulled Charlie back towards her, her movements sharp and jumpy," If I only knew, the truth back then," she pressed a kiss to Charlie's hand and let go, showing her wrists to Charlie with a cheeky little smile on her lips, two blatant scars across her wrists indicated to Charlie what exactly happened to (name)," I wouldn't have had my 'little accident'~"
She swayed around, ignoring the pitying look the princess sent her way," Don't be blind," She stopped in front of the painting of Charlie and her parents, gesturing to it with a disapproving frown on her painted lips," You left your whole life behind!" She then counted with her fingers as she began to list," see a shrink, call a priest, ask the recently deceased!" She pointed at Vaggie who ruffled at her uncomfortably.
She then began to push Charlie gently towards the front door of the hotel, giving Alastor an inviting grin," Death is final and you cannot press rewind~!" She cheered out with a wide grin to her voice.
The Radio Demon simply closed his eyes with a simple little smile on his lips, striding over to the woman and holding his arm out to her in a gentlemanly fashion, which made her laugh and link her arm with his.
As they walked around the town, demons chimed in to (name)'s song, following her with stars in their eyes and wide grins.
"Don't jump when the light is red!"
"Toasters should be used for bread."
"Never smoke cigars in bed..."
"Nietzsche was right, y'know, to live is to suffer, bro!"
"Don't cheat on the one you wed!!"
"Never whip a thoroughbred."
"Angry pygmys shrunk his head!"
(name) gave Charlie a gentle pat to the head with a little frown on her lips as the demons harmonised with her," Why did it take death to see that happiness was up to me?"
The woman broke from Alastor and Charlie, arms gestured out widely as if she was offering a hug to the whole of hell. She wish she could.
"If I knew then, what I know nowww~!" She spun around in a circle as demons danced around her with wide grins stretched across their faces, her energy affecting them as well," I would've laughed and danced and lanced every sacred cow!"
She turned to Alastor and Charlie, bright eyes shining at them as she waved her hands at them to follow along with her and let loose," I thought I knew, but I was wrong~!"
Alastor's grin stretched as he placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder, gesturing a hand to (name) as the two of them sang to her," 'cause life is short, but death is super long!"
Suddenly, a demon with a bomb-shaped head poked his head around (name), a mischievous little grin on his face," I exploded!" And his head did just that. But instead of brains, confetti flew around the whole of street.
It looked like a festival was happening... and with (name) it might as well have been a festival.
Demon danced and frolicked around as they cheered and chirped out, dancing in the square like no tomorrow.
Angel Dust grinned at Husk toothily and offered the cat a hand to dance which he scoffed and rolled his eyes at but took his hand anyways, a grin ghosting onto his lips.
Sir Pentious was crouched down a little as he took Niffty's little hands into his and they flailed their arms happily in an uncoordinated dance. His eggs marching around them with stupid smiles.
Vaggie offered a hand to Charlie with a shy little smile on her lips. The princess' previous grievances were forgotten as she let the happiest smile spread across her lips, pulling Vaggie close to her to begin dancing.
Alastor made his way into the middle as (name) held her hand out to him. His large claws wrapped around hers, one of his hands settled on her waist as he sang along with her.
"If I knew then, what I know now~! " She gave him a bright smile, the two of them dancing in complete sync. (name) didn't know Alastor could tango so well, that was for sure," I would've crossed every line and drank all the wine before my final bow!" At this line, Alastor dipped her, making her squeal in delight.
"If I knew, the things that now I know~!" The two of them focused on eachother's feet as they tapped and moved along to the music sharply, the demons all gaming over singing from here.
"I would ride the highs and cherish the lows! Going, it's a quick trick 'round the rodeo!"
(Name)'s arm wrapped around Alastor's neck as he lifted her up bridal style, spinning her around joyously. The woman had an arm thrown out as she sang her heart out," So before they lower the curtain, be certain to enjoy the show! That's what I knoooow~!"
He let her down as she danced herself and then gave Charlie a supportive smile," life is short but death is long," she took her hand and trailed her through the crowd to the middle of the square, standing on the stairways of the hotel," here, one minute then it's gone."
Charlie joined in the song happily," thought I knew but I was wrong," the two then harmonised," If only I knew what I know now~!!"
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Vox's eye twitched as he watched the screen, just about ready to explode. Vox had it frozen on the frame of (name) in Alastor's arms as they sang together with knowing smiles on their lips.
Val hummed, tapping the screen with a claw," her tits are huge, huh?"
That made the TV-man snap as he glitched out from pure adultered rage, throwing his "Fuck Alastor" mug at Val.
#alastor x y/n#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor x you#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader#songfic#i love miss argentina with my whole heart#Spotify
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okay we had priest nanami.. but what about priest higuruma? i feel like he fits it too 🤭🤭
໒꒰ྀི｡•̀ᴗ-꒱ྀི 🗞️ YUMM ! nonnieee my head is FULL and i might explode ! he definitely fits this role so well – his ominous aura just gives me the creeps ! ! alsooo, this is gonna be in the same universe with priest nanami — i couldn't help myself ! they'd work sooo well together D;
+ here is that priest nanami fic – that's about the same concept if you enjoyed this one ! <3
I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! reader. church au. sacrilege. blasphemy. public sex/church sex (confessional box). religion talk. manipulation. cervix fucking (cause quite guys have big —-!). subtle (m) masturbation if you wink. dacryphilia. use of father. glory hole. oral sex (m). spit as lube. cum shot. | WC –> est 1.3k+
he knew what you did.
hiromi wasn't around as much. not from what you could see. you knew they both worked together, but never more…
he'd sulk with deep eyes, pupils wide and dilated behind hooded robes – his nose would peak out from the shaggy cloth like one with a medieval beak when he'd watch at the corner… unlike father nanami’s robes; heavenly and bright with hints of baby blue beneath, gold accents to hang, and the dusty blonde hair pulled it together too.
hiromi was the contrary.
he'd allow himself to be swallowed up by the dark corners in the church, and still. stiff with no movement, he'd watch. keep himself hidden almost as if he's locked in the confessional box with no say... hiromi was another priest, everyone knew of him, but ignored him – or acknowledge him as much as father nanami. nothing close to the praise he gets, even though everyone goes to him daily… you'd assume because he knew the darkest secrets your friends have, or all the lies they've told and they'd rather not speak upon it again, holding a slight worry towards a faded man that knows of every unknown.
people around town only heard him speak once or twice. they did all the talking, of course, he was one you could confess to. you never heard him speak. maybe a hum before but you couldn't even tell that was him either. he'd carry a small bible and a fist full of rosemaries.
they'd jingle when he sauntered.
“father, hiromi… i only come to you… because i have a confession…” that day was overwhelming.
it felt right – it felt amazing! you felt your whole body through and through, exploring it with the holy father of this church. you never felt closer to god, but it felt like the wrong way to take such a comfortable seat.
“y/n…” you had a voice he's heard echo down these halls and it was ringing. louder than the church bells itself, but his… it was dauntingly deep tearing. a deep rasp that made you flinch even with a thick wall between you both.
“i remember. once… three years ago you confessed to lying about the bible you stole.”
your bottom lip catches between clattering teeth. you still feel terrible to this day.
you never visited the conffensianl box often. the last time was intimidating, as if you knew you deserved that unnerving treatment for what you caused… even walking by it licked goosebumps up your spine, sometimes catching his eyes between the peeking wood; the whites of them becoming fuller as they'd follow every move…
“yes, you are right. but i was forgiven.” your thighs shift awkwardly.
“…”
silence and a small tap of the rosemaries moving was all you could hear. the heavy air pressuring at your lungs he created in such a small space was forcing words to spill out – easily, “i confess that i have sinned… and i repent from my… sexual sin, and i beg for your forgiveness.” you stumble quickly over that keyword.
god already knows of the details. so sparring yourself with a quick confession was your route.
“…”
“i want to obey your ways lord, and i want to honor you with my chaste… please..?”
your begging was cute.
“you've been fucked in the cunt before marriage. no man would want you now.” his vulgar spew made you gasp, eyes wide but heart sinking at the truth, “honor your words and show the lord you speak nothing but the truth.” hiromi’s voice dropped an octave rolling with a hard hiss as a small hole etching through panels filled with light that peers from father hiromi’s side.
you honored the sacred father through and through. the whole town knew too, the priests, of course, and sisters knowing your name so much you wanted to become one yourself… honoring the holy spirits angels in the church felt just as good and the priests only wanted your love for god no matter and always beside to direct you. you took nanami’s words once and he guided you, and another priest as close to him – you'd take that chance again to touch the clouds of heaven.
like it was destined.
like it was planned.
too stupid to notice anyway – and too trapped in this lope of always wanting to be forgiven…
. . .
the priest behind the wall dragged a middle knuckle up the slit of your pussy.
your eyes clench.
squeezing ever so tight, fine lines wrinkled into your features. it was cold as he slipped between the seeping pool of wet slick… your ass was pressed plush against the mahogany wood, nothing but fat folds pucker out the small hole as your hands held dear to the chair ahead, waiting.
he takes two digits and wrecked your sodden hole; spreading you wide with a quick scissoring – his middle finger dipping between with ease. with haste. no need to hear the small squeaks you babble out… the priest hooked in deep, cramming the hilt into you. hooking at your softest spots before popping his finger out; short-lived, a stringing trail of glistening still webbed between his digits.
he dammned, ‘flthy...’
the meat of his cock was freed sometime, or had it been jostled with earlier; edging to the wreck you cried out in, hearing your not-so-secrets spill out on the other side stiffen him up…
hiromi pressed the bulbous crown eagerly against your puffy folds. and with a sharp application of pressure, he squished the wetness of your chaste down; treating it to a haze of heat that left you gasping. your sodden silt wept in a vigorous stretch, full pentration and a wad of spit to your little hole made room for the invasive fill.
hiromi groaned at the tightness of your walls hugging him, and the warmth of your cunt sucking him in made the man instinctively hammer strong hips forward; deep, languid strokes left your cunt rippling and stretching – sensitive walls swelling in blossoming bruises, feeling hiromi barrel himself between the sweet heat of your legs in all focus to hurry and empty his balls…
your nothing but a church girl.
-- the church's girl.
your fingers uselessly clench down on whatever was in reach to fight off the awkward strain of hiromi ramming into your sopping depths. it was all over again, heavinly bliss jackharrming you out – just how father nanami stretched and fucked you over the stages pulpit, now bent in front of the hole in a confessional box with his holy brother…
all inches of tan, thick cockmeat stuffed you over the hilt. stiff pole pressing in deep until the leaking crown prodded at your cervix – your jaw tightening around prayers… webbing around his cockhead, he rammed himself into your perk cervix ‘till it hardened in bruises as your ass bounced against the wall and tight cunt fluttering full of cockmeat that stretched everything at once mercilessly.
hiromi‘s balls cradle up, tightening at your onslaught. the priest's cock throbbed, and burbled with cum.
“on your knees.”
it was quick, the empty gape clenched around nothing in need and you couldn't help but whine. twisting fast at his command – to fill another hole, your mouth instinctively aah’s in welcome.
wrapped in shadow only with arms delving out from the darkness gripped you close…
you never caught his face much when you visited, but you knew of the deep clover eyes above heavy bags and sunken skin were beneath his robes. but now you can only imagine how deep settled his features laid – possibly brows furrowed, his nose scrunching, eyes widening… but only his sacred dick flashed around your face…
he could see all of you and your pitiful shame. the small peaks he created over the years helped him watch your pretty eyes ogling upwards; and the carved wood you caught displayed mother mary herself.
nowhere's to blink.
you flinch.
at the time the embarrassment was immense, you could have hidden as a child may have – the vulnerability at mark to your naked frame crawled with a cold shiver; a rise of goosebumps layering cross naked flesh, face even running cold with sunken gape.
hiromi guided you – and your weeping mouth closer to the sleazy hole in his confession box. the small room with thin walls began to feel more squeezed in than usual – his towering body filling half the space on his side began to crowd yours… it was a nimble carved gap; only enough for a single pair of hands wrapped in the chains of roses with mary herself dangling off the side to crawl up your throat. father hiromi gave the supple skin a squeeze before tugging at your scalp.
your mouth panted out a wet ‘o’ in return.
“accept the lords offering.” the priest dipped his tip back into your mouth, “and the lord will forgive you.” old mahogany wood almost splinters at your forhead. the raw slip of his cock filled your throat and made you bubble with spit – words even foaming into webbed slick. it began to squelch when you tried to pray, speaking around a block full of dick meat was messy, and incoherent… but the soft hum vibrating around the thick of his bulbous cap was close enough. he could hear the rhythm of your prayers droning a longing chant and it was beautiful. the puffing of your cheeks before retching and spit stringing from tip to puffy lips was glorious...
you harmonize prayers around him – some syllables dropping or skipping words entirely, but no faster than the bubbling tears welting down your cheeks. your face was left ridden and stained, and the father was twitching as tears began mixing with sappy drool.
he could almost taste the shame thickening in the air.
hiromi was face fucking the truth out of you; the crown of his cock shoveling out spews of confessions each time his hips rocked out, only to crowd that small space again to the hilt… seeking and discovering secrets.
your eyes twitched and rolled back.
it didn't take much.
he kept himself in there for years.
the priest's thumb swipes at your tears, soothing at the burning skin but he wasn't here for empathy; this is a confession box, he curses and pinches at the taut flesh until you opened wider.
your tongue straddles his capped tip. tasting a tangy salt and fresh cum pooling at the soft ‘bowl’ you keep open for him. hiromi twitches and jerks the rest of himself out; a spunk of batter thickly ropes out onto your buds.
you look up, eyes watering with a banter – the carving of the holy figure looked back down at you...
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#🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮!#💌 !#ᝰ hiromi higuruma!#hiromi smut#jjk x reader#jjk#jjk smut#hiromi jjk#higuruma hiromi#hiromi x reader#tw sacrilege#tw blasphemy#tw public sex#tw religious themes#tw dacryphilia#higuruma smut
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Can u please write Damian preist x reader having morning sex if u feel comfortable
i love this man with all of my heart
damian priest x reader
‼️smut smut smut
good morning hermosa
you were slightly opening your eyes when you heard a loud crash coming from outside. you loved cozy and warm mornings like that, when it was raining outside so you could have an excuse to stay in bed all day.
damian’s hands went to your waist, pushing you into his body.
“good morning hermosa…” he whispered into your ear, his raspy morning voice making you shiver.
“it’s raining…” you said looking into his eyes.
“we can stay in bed all day long” he smiled kissing your cheek “plus it’s only 6 am…let’s go back to sleep love”
you closed your eyes again, trying to fall asleep once more but the way damian’s hand was gently stroking your back and the way your leg was over his muscular thigh, it was making you feel something.
damian saw how you tried to close your legs, feeling how excited you were but instead of letting go, he decided to tease you, slowly rolling his hips into your leg once more.
you whimpered softly.
“let me make you feel good princesa” he whispered as his hand moved from your back to the strap of your top. he slowly lowered it, freeing your breast and letting your nipples grow hard. he took that as an opportunity to take one into his mouth, gently biting it between his teeth, kissing it and licking it with so much love you thought you were gonna to explode.
“damian…” you whispered.
“tell what you need baby…”
“i need - fuck, i need you, please” you moaned when you felt his hand working on removing your shorts and panties.
“i’m gonna make you feel so good baby” he whispered.
his hand gently spread your legs, his thumb touching your clit while his middle finger teased your entrance. when he pushed his thick finger inside, you immediately closed your legs, feeling pleasure overcoming you.
he slowly started thrusting his finger inside you, his thumb kept circling your clit and his lips were softly kissing and biting your neck.
“te amo” he whispered against your skin.
“damian fuck…i need more, i need you please” you almost begged.
you opened your eyes once again and you were met with his amused look.
“everything you need amor” he removed his finger and replaced it with his bigger and longer cock. he pushed into you in a very slow pace, making you feel every inch. you were still looking at him, his hand lifting and keeping your leg up so he could push into you more easily.
everything was slow and sweet, the storm outside, the room filled with your moans, the pleasure was almost too much.
a few tears fell from your eyes and you couldn’t explain what you were feeling.
“like that baby?” he asked you and you nodded, not being able to form a coherent sentence. that specific angle was hitting a spot you never knew you had, making your head going dizzy.
“…‘ m so close dam…”
“come for me hermosa…” he moaned against your skin and that was enough to push you on the edge, you came, hard, squeezing his cock so hard he thought it was going to get stuck. he followed you behind, releasing into you.
before he could remove himself from you, you stopped him.
“stay here please…i wanna feel you when i wake up again…” you whispered, still a little tired and closing your eyes once again and falling asleep into his arms.
#wwe#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe raw#wwe x original character#wwe imagines#wwe one shot#wwe oneshot#wwe x oc#wwe x you#wwe damian priest x reader#wwe damian priest#wwe the judgement day#damian priest x y/n#damian priest#damian priest oneshot#damian priest fluff#damian priest x you#damian priest smut#damian priest x reader#damian priest x oc#damian priest imagine#damian priest is hot lol#damian priest and reader#damian priest angst
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i was just on janitorai and I NEED TO WRITE THIS DOWN(not proofread so u know it’s good)
-fratboy!anakin inviting his gf to his frat’s anual halloween party
-goes as a sexy pirate, like tight leather pants, a little bandana, and a white flowy button down shirt, the only buttons that are buttoned are like two at the bottom so his boobs and abs are out
-you went as a sexy nun, short dress that has slits in the side, your cleavage is entirely out, cute high socks that have crosses on them, a cross necklace that sits perfectly in your cleavage, and a coif(headpiece) that sits on your hair, paired with some heavy eyeliner and black pumps
-anakin nearly blacks out when you open your door, you the same, he looks so hot with his chest out in that white shirt and the PANTS you can practically see the outline of his cock through them
-you both go to the party and totally dominate some beer pong before going to the kitchen
-you ask him what drinks he has “Beer, white claws, i can whip up a screwdriver for you, or if you’re feel in’ fancy a nice, refreshing screw-anakin”
-so after laughing ofc now you’re making out on his bed when he gets a good idea
-“what if we role-played a little? You could confess all your dirty sins to the priest?”
-now that intrigues you
-“Okay, father, i’ll confess my sins” you lean on your elbows looking up at him hovering over you
-“Father, i’m afraid i need to be forgiven, every night I think of you and- i know it’s a sin- but i touch myself thinking it’s you. Do you forgive me, ….father?” you say with big eyes
-he’s been hard but now he’s throbbing
“I see, sister, i think we must..understand the seriousness of this sin so i’m able to forgive you”
-then he finger fucks you until you’re whining and moaning out
-so you thank him by shoving his cock down your throat, you make it a little dirty too
-like you pull off of him to spit on his tip a mixture of his pre cum and your spit, then you spread it around it with your tongue and it’s all sticky and shit
-he’s about to cum after seeing that so you jerk him off until he’s painting your cheeks and tongue
-you climb up next to him “Father, i’m all messy” you say with black tears of eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks, his cum on your cheeks, and the remnants of the concoction you made escaping the sides of your lips
-he takes his thumb and wipes off his cum, sucking it off before kissing you
-the kiss tastes like his cum and it’s unbelievably sloppy and wet which turns you both on even more
-as he teases your puffy and wet pussy with his cock you play into the part for him
-“You’re so big, Father, are you sure you’ll fit? I’m a virgin after all” DUDE EXPLODES
-“Sister I know you’ll take it so well for me”
-After coming inside of you, you still haven’t finished so you lean over and kiss up and down his sweaty neck and chest, nipping at ear
-“Father, i need you to eat my pussy, make me cum” omg omg
-goes absolutely crazy and you end up squirting a good amount, dude just swallow everything he possibly can
-he has a kink now and is ready to actually go to church if this is what the lord brings him
-“So, am I forgiven, Father?” you ask absolutely fucked out to all hell
-“For now”
-AHHHHHHHHHHH
#anakin skywalker smut#anakin smut#star wars smut#star wars x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader#MY BRAIN HAS BEEN SO FULL#I HAVE MORE
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god. still fucking thinking about last chucky ep
#HE FUCKING SPLODED#AND JENNIFER LMAO#just like them twink best friends.......#had to explain to my partner just how batshit it was seeing that with the background of like all the rest of chucky#both the movies and show#bc I only really showed them the splodey bits bc they joined vc too late to watch the ep w us#but anyway I had to try to convey how crazy fucked up it was#bc the rest of the series is pretty grounded like no ones ever exploded for Literally No Reason#and then chucky just decided 'oh yall are gonna LOVE this'#shoutout to cube who had the take of 'that's not a chucky thing all priests can just Do That'#ok gotta get back to work#emiltalk
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Lucky Dip
Miguel O'Hara x fem!mutant!reader (Gambit's sister, co-leader of the Thieves Guild.)
Warnings:
18+, size kink, size difference, chase kink, pie eating, p in v sex, cream pie, biting and scratching, mentions of blood from the biting and scratching, pain kink, praising the reader, teasing, slight rope bondage(webbing)
Mutant powers were chosen at random, using a 20 sided dice, 3 times. Speed, teleportation, and luck. Seems fitting for the sister of the gambling cajun, Gambit.
Note:
As it's a one shot, I didn't bother with forcing Miguel to say shock. In this, he swears like a normie.
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Something definitely was not right in the Thieves Guild. Your brother, Remy, had been training new recruits for the past two weeks. Normally that wasn't a problem, but the X-Men had called out of the blue and specifically requested his assistance. They actually requested both of you, but you weren't too keen on going with him after the last time.
The last time you went, Hank had taken every chance he got to see if your luck was as infinite as Remy had claimed. He and Logan even picked up the habit of doing the Speed Ball special to you, without warning, or just outright throwing random shit at you to see if they could hit you.
As fun as it was being tossed around like a rag doll, it wasn't exactly the type of attention that you wanted.
So, with Remy leaving for whatever mission the X-Men had, that left you in charge of Friday's last class of the day. Then hopefully an entire weekend of lounging around, eating the stash of goodies while your brother was away.
"Now 'member, cher, dere's a big guy on da new recruits roster. He's very strong, an' he's as testy as Logan. Be careful 'round 'em." Your brother cautioned as he subtly pointed at the large man in a white jacket, a pair of glasses on his nose. He was calmly drinking a tiny cup of espresso, all by himself in the cafeteria. He just looked grumpy, a lot like Logan.
"I'll be fine, Remy. You worry too much."
"I mean it. Try not t'get yourself killed, cher. He didn't like it one bit when I hit on 'em. He threatened t'slit my throat if I ever did it again, so maybe you just dun leave him be. Has sharp ass claws, and he has dis sticky shit dat he shoots out of his wrists." Remy said with a froen. You could see he was obviously upset at being turned down and threatened.
"Shut up. You're just salty he refused your advances. Unlike you, I don't make it a habit to hit on the new recruits, or my teammates." You remarked as you jabbed him in the chest. Remy feigned a shocked and innocent expression while putting both of his hands up.
"It's not my fault dat I was born a ten."
"Wow. What the fuck, Rem? It's hard for the members to take you seriously as a leader when you're always such a salacious slut. I can only imagine how insufferable you are when you go work for the Professor."
"You're just jealous Xavier asks me for help, and not you." He said and you rolled your eyes with a huff.
"I think you're jealous that the recruits listen to me better than they listen to you. Sure, exploding shit is cool and all, but I can drop-kick them into any dimension of my choosing because I can teleport! And because of that, I got to go hang out with the Avengers. They are on a higher tier than the X-Men." You gave him a sassy response and he snorted and looked away.
"Ugh, sometimes I tink Kurt would've been a better sis den you. At least he don constantly undermine my authority."
"Kurt talks shit about you behind your back, you saucy wench. He prays for your soul every night. Now that's bad if a priest prays for you, nightly." You shot back and he huffed. A second later, he started to swear up a storm in French as he searched his pockets.
"You alright?"
"I can't find my cocaine. I jus' put it into my coat pocket dis mornin'…"
"Good. You don't need the drugs. You remember what you did the last time you went over to the school with that shit?" You said and Remy just crossed his arms and pouted.
"Xavier forgave me."
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The class had started, and you weren't surprised to see all the students, except for one, at the back of the class. The one at the front was the guy your brother had warned you about. He was huge, and he looked very grumpy. You decided to just teach a few basic pickpocketing techniques, and hopefully no one would get hurt.
"You son of a bitch!" One advanced student, John, was mad that the new guy hadn't followed the basic rules. Instead of stealthily trying to steal something from John's pocket, the new guy simply lifted John up by the ankles, turned him upside down, and shook him until his pockets were empty. Now John was struggling in the guy's grip, kicking and swearing. You went over and sighed.
"Okay, enough. Put him down. John, take the rest of the class out of here. I need to speak to this guy." You said firmly and the guy dropped John and stood back with his arms crossed while looking exceptionally pleased with himself. John took the others out of the room as he glared at the new guy. Once they left, you turned to look at him.
"What the fuck is your deal, buddy?" You asked as you leaned against the wall.
"John was trying to take my watch. No one touches my watch." He simply said, arms crossed.
Your eyes went to his wrist, seeing a fancy and very high tech looking watch that you would see Tony Stark, Reed Richards, or Hank McCoy wear. You raised a brow and slowly looked at the arm it was on.
He had massive arms and legs, a muscular torso, thick neck, and his face was pretty. You were one hundred percent certain that he had abs for days under that tight fitting white coat he was wearing. He was fine as hell, and you understood why your brother was disappointed that this guy told him a resounding 'No.' with a capital N.
"The whole point of the exercise is to steal something undetected. He would give it back when the exercise is complete. We don't attack our own people for following basic training orders, and we have a code of not stealing from fellow guild members"
"I didn't attack him. I stopped him from stealing from me, then I promptly liberated his belongings."
"Look, that's not how we do shit here, man. Our whole shtick is steal in secret from the rich and undeserving. Not shake the change and drugs out of The Spot." You scolded him and rolled your eyes.
"That's a stupid hero name. Who names themselves 'The Spot?' Sounds as lame as he looks."
"Right. What's your name, anyways?"
"Miguel O'Hara."
"Do you have a hero name? And please don't say Spider-Man, there's already two of those."
"Uh…" He stalled for a moment as he looked away.
"Right. Gotta work on that, then. What's your background? Like, human, Mutant, or…?" You asked while looking at his red eyes, sharp claws, and his funky looking vampire fangs.
"I am classified as a mutate. External forces caused my powers to develop." He said as he explained exactly what his powers were.
"Was it an accident?"
"Sort of. I did this to myself. I was trying to find and antidote to reverse a drug addiction to a drug that once you stop taking it, you die. My boss drugged me, hoping to black mail and keep me on payroll. When that backfired, I fled. That's why I am here. I want to destroy his business and take everything he holds dear." Miguel now looked very angry, with both fists clenched.
"Well, you're not gonna get very far acting like a bag a rabid Wolverines. My brother also doesn't take too kindly on people disrespecting him or myself, or the others he has put in charge of the Thieves Guild." You explained as he shifted and gave you an unreadable look. It was almost threatening.
"Look, Miguel, I don't give a shit if you wanna be here for revenge purposes, but while you're here, you will work as a team with everyone else, or you can get the fuck out of our hair." You said angrily and he tilted his head, a large grin forming on his face.
"What?"
"Nothing."
You suddenly got an idea, and you gave him an evil smirk. It was his turn to be worried and intrigued.
"Tag, you're it. Catch ya later, loser!" You declared and slapped him exceptionally hard on the ass, then darted out the door.
Miguel snarled and was off, chasing after you.
You ran past a few members, warning them to get out of the way as you hopped up the side of an empty elevator shaft and clambered up. About half way up, you could hear the hollow thuds of the metal at the bottom of the shaft, and it was loud!
Not only was it loud, but the vibrations shook you off balance. You almost slipped as you watched Miguel bound up the shaft after you effortlessly.
Your eyes went wide, and you quickly exited the elevator shaft and ran down a few hallways, then came to the stairs and ran down to the next level, and into another room. After, you teleported down to the main training room. There, you crawled up into the vents and found a shortcut to get you up to the roof. Once at the top, you waited for Miguel by watching the spot you came out of. You remembered your brother saying this guy had a good sense of smell, so you figured that he'd be a while since you teleported.
"What are you waiting for?" Miguel's voice surprised you.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ!" You hissed as you turned around to see him hanging upside down from a billboard. You promptly backed up, tripped over your own feet, and fell back. Before you could hit the ground, Miguel had caught you and was now hunched over your body on his knees.
How did he find you? You were fast, teleported, and had luck on your side. Why the fuck did Lady Luck just suddenly decide to fail you now?
"Guess this means I win. What's my prize?" Miguel said smugly as he leaned down, his face just a mere inch away from yours.
You felt everything heat up as you became very aware of how he was perched over you. He was between your legs, both of his massive arms around you. One hand was firmly on your ass, his fingers grasping you tightly, while the other was holding your neck, fingers on your sensitive pressure points. His torso and hips were flush against yours, feeling like a perfect fit
"Oh, uh…" Your face went hot as you looked away nervously.
"You know, you're hot when you're angry. Even sexier when you're speechless." Miguel's voice rumbled as he forced you to turn your head, then he licked your lower lip. You sucked in a breath and felt him push his hips forward a bit.
So many things raced through your mind at that point. How unprofessional this man was. The audacity of this man that was pushing his huge and hard length against your aching core. How he was daring to do this, to you, the sister of the leader of the Thieves Guild.
And how fucking dare his sexy perfect face be that God damn smug.
He was pretty hot. Like, hot enough to give your brother some serious competition. Remy would not react well to not having any of the attention on him…
But it was nice to have some attention you actually might consider for once. Plus, you were suddenly feeling exceptionally horny.
For some reason.
"You know. I don't like your brother. At all. I honestly don't see how you're related. But you… I like you and I think that I deserve something good for catching you. I was told you're uncatchable." Miguel husked as his hand grabbed your hair and he yanked your head back. You hissed as his mouth smoothed over your throat. You went rigid and squeaked as he licked a line down the column of your neck to your collarbone. You squirmed and wriggled as a small moan escaped you.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Miguel hummed as he thrust himself against you. You whimpered and rolled your hips in return, which made him chuckle darkly.
"I'll even make a deal with you. You let me have a taste, and I'll be a good boy for you. I will listen to your orders without question. I won't cause trouble, and I'll even let your playboy brother continue to have his pick of the dating pool." As he spoke, his nose nudged alongside yours. You could feel his lips right there, barely touching you as he breathed hot air into your face. He smelled like spicy coffee and mint.
That wasn't all you could smell.
You could smell something else. His cologne or aftershave. It was woodsy smelling, with a hint of something floral. You smelled the deodorant he was wearing, which surprisingly smelled like fruit. Then the cleaners he used for his clothing, fresh lavender.
All of those smells were intoxicating, comforting, and most definitely arousing. So arousing, you decided to say fuck it and go for it. You deserved it. Remy be damned if he didn't like it.
Instead of answering Miguel, you bucked up and dove your hands into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. You could hear the groan come from deep in his chest as he returned the kiss with much enthusiasm. You pulled on his hair as he moved down to your chest and started to pull at your shirt. Luck decided to spare each button and seam as Miguel tugged it off violently.
He growled when he didn't find a bra underneath and he was quick to find and suck and tug on your nipples with his teeth. You whined loudly as he kept thrusting his pelvis against yours. The way he was doing it was specifically for your benefit, using your groans as cues on where you needed the friction the most. You were almost at the peak, but it wasn't enough.
You suddenly turned the tables and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. He gasped as you grabbed his coat, then teleported it away. Next went his shirt, and you stopped when you saw his hero uniform underneath.
"You weren't kidding about being one of them Spiders." You said as your hands smoothed over the silky smooth fabric.
"I'm not a liar." Miguel purred, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them as he pushed up with his hips.
"Unlike my brother. That's a good trait to have. I like it."
"I have other good traits."
"Really? Such as?"
"I've been told I have a mean tongue punch." He said with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his fangs. You blushed and grinned.
"Oh…" You were very intrigued. Miguel returned your grin, his large hands smoothing up and down your sides.
"Si, la Diosa Fortuna." He husked back in Spanish. You loved Spanish, and his voice was absolutely perfect for it. You found yourself grinding down hard, loving the size of him and how he held you against him.
Again, everything was turned upside down, with him hovering over you. You gasped as his hands came down, hooking his fingers into your pockets and yanking them down your legs. He threw them somewhere, you didn't really care where, and he growled when he found your bottom matched the top, too.
No underwear.
"Dios mio…" Miguel's eyes went red once he saw you bare. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and hide, but he was quick to place both palms flat on your thighs to keep them spread for him.
"Mierda… Tan Bonita…" He hummed and leaned down to have a closer look, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his breath met with your heated skin. You could hear him inhale and groan.
You tried to sit up, but he grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head. He grinned and tsked at you as he gave you a slow grind. Another groan came bubbling forth from your throat and you suddenly felt him let go, leaving something warm and sticky on your wrists.
What the..?
You tried to bring your hands up to inspect them, but they were stuck to the concrete. You almost panicked, but Miguel soothed you by gently stroking your thighs. His face slowly dipped down to just under your breasts, placing gentle, feather light kisses to your cold feeling skin. You exhaled slowly, feeling his hands glide down your stomach and to your hips, placing kisses where his fingertips touched.
"I saw you the first day I got here." Miguel rasped as he licked your left hip and squeezed the right with his hand.
"You were busy with Remy, and a few others, playing Poker…" Miguel grinned and looked into your eyes.
"And the smug look on his face as he hit on the guy you were clearly enamored with…" He went on as he switched sides, kissing and licking at your right hip.
"It made me mad, that he didn't respect you enough to leave the guy alone… Even madder when the guy reciprocated his flirtatious advances…" By now he sounded angry, but his touches were still gentle and purposefully focused on your pleasure.
"Which is baffling to me, since you were letting your brother win the card game. I saw your hand. It was the highest the deck can hold, and he was bluffing with a pair of twos…" He whispered loud enough for you to hear as he hoisted one of your legs up and put some of his webbing on your ankle. He did the same to the other leg, then connected the two, before finally chuckling at his handiwork.
"And I absolutely loved how that flipped the petty switch on in you. Your body language changed just enough for me to notice that you weren't letting him steal your crush aaand the win from you." He smirked and ducked his head under the makeshift rope, so it and your feet were now behind his head, the backs of your knees draped over his shoulders. He sighed and kissed your thighs as his hands cupped your ass, giving it a hefty groping.
"You slammed those cards down, glared at him, then took his comical looking little sack of treasure. I enjoyed seeing the joy drain from his stupid purple and black eyes as the dude that you two were flirting with tried to switch back to you, only for you to throw the cards in his face and vanish. That was wild to see. You know your worth, and that's so fucking hot." Miguel spoke between wet sloppy kisses all over your thighs and hips. He seemed pleased with the small yelps and gasps that came from you.
"You make such pretty little noises… And I haven't even had a taste of your sweet nectar yet… Which, by the way, smells irresistible…" He purred out, face getting right close to your core.
"I want to hear you make a lot more noises for me…" Miguel hummed, right before he went in for a teasing lick.
You felt your breath catch as his tongue slipped along your wet hole. He made a deep groan as he pressed his face closer, shoving his tongue inside and wriggling it around. The action was so sudden, you bucked. He was prepared for that and he held you down firmly as he licked upwards and rubbed his nose into your clit.
"Ah, fuck! Miguel…" You kept trying to move your hands, frequently forgetting he had them bound.
He hummed and moved a hand down between your legs as he moved his tongue up to your clit, sucking it in between his lips while his fingers quickly replaced his tongue.
One finger slid in easy enough, but it was a large finger. He probed and prodded you, then slipped another inside to scissor them until he found that sweet spot that would make you arch and moan.
He felt so good!
"You taste so good…" He mumbled while slurping at your clit, fingers slowly stroking your gspot.
You whined and squirmed more, hands making fists, face scrunching up in ecstacy as you peered at him through half hooded eyes. His tongue swirled up and down, pushing in and lapping at your sensitive bud. Your knees shook, eyes rolling back as you arched even more for him.
Just a little bit more…
Miguel decided that now was a good time to pull away. You groaned in disappointment and thrashed a bit to let him know you were displeased with him suddenly stopping. At least he kept his thick fingers inside of you, but he refused to budge them. He looked you in the eye and grinned while he slowly licked his lips and fangs.
"I want more of you." He leaned in and husked into your ear. You felt a shiver ripple through you, right down to your throbbing cunt.
"Miguel… Please… Stop teasing me…" You softly begged him as you clenched around his fingers. He hummed and nodded, then proceeded to wriggle his torso between your legs, so your roped up feet would stay wrapped around his waist.
"What do you want from me, hermosa?" Miguel asked while he slowly undid his belt and pants. Your eyes carefully watched him while you subconsciously licked your lower lip.
"Show me the rest of that fucking suit of yours. Please?" Your voice was full of need as you struggled with your confines.
Truth be told, you could break out of them, if you wanted to, but the thought of being dominated like this was thrilling. Miguel was proving to be quite the asset, because he was exceptionally great with that mouth of his. He hadn't even poked you with his teeth, thank the Gods. You could even swear his tongue was longer than a normal person's should be.
Miguel smirked at you and he shucked his pants real quick with a kick behind him. That left him standing in that blue and red. Your eyes raked down his form once more, going wide when you saw the bulge between his impressive thighs.
"I take it you like what you see?" He purred as the suit slowly crumbled away into a fine holographic dust, leaving him naked, aside from his footwear. Every muscle, curve, and dip was on display, and you groaned as he reached down to cup your face. His other hand gripped his leaking cock, and he pressed it against your opening, sliding it up and down your slick folds.
"Yes…. Please?" You gave him a pleading look as you lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to slip inside.
Miguel's eyes narrowed, hand slowly going down your body to your dripping center. He pressed his thumb over your clit and began to push himself in bit by glorious bit. You sucked in a deep breath as the head of his cock sank deeper and deeper, and quickly exhaled as he pushed himself to sit fully inside of you. Your mouth was wide open, eyes nearly shut with tears leaking down your cheeks at how much he was stretching you.
"Mierda… So tight… So wet…" He hunched down to whisper in your ear as he patiently waited for you to adjust and give him the go ahead. You controlled your breathing, feeling him whisper his praises as he gently stroked your thighs.
"So good… Your pussy feels so good… Amazing… You can take it…" His voice was rough and low, almost gravelly as he nipped your neck just behind your ear. You whined, moaned, and gasped as he dragged his fangs along your skin. He felt you flutter around him and he drew back just enough to look into your eyes.
"Miguel, please… Please, fuck me…" You breathed out as you ground your pelvis into his. Miguel groaned, his hands going down to grab at your backside, pulling you up as he sat on his knees. It was a bit awkward with your hands still stuck to the roof, but it was worth it with how much deeper he seemed to fit.
"Si, si… Just hold on…" He replied and then started to thrust in a heavy rhythm. He was testing to see how you felt and you answered him with a groan and writhed as he went harder. You could hear how wet you wet for him.
"You like that, yeah? Being fucked like this?" Miguel growled as he increased the pace. You weren't able to reply as he slammed hard against that sweet spot. You could only moan loudly and you came. You convulsed as he chose to keep pushing against that spongy mass of nerves.
Miguel was quick to stimulate your clit once more as he went faster, drawing another orgasm from you too quickly. You shook, thrashing as you yelped. He adored the noises you made, how you whined for him as he hit that spot especially hard, or how you gasped and barely could breathe when he decided to push you tightly down against the concrete and drag himself especially slow, teasing you.
"Such a good girl… Can I come inside?" He groaned as he went in and nudged his nose against yours.
"Y-yes… Oh Gods… P-please… Please fill me…" You managed to reply between strangled breathes and drawn out moans. Miguel grunted and his lips crashed against yours as he hungrily kissed you and started to go even harder.
You felt him pulse and twitch the closer he got. You couldn't do much but wriggle in his grasp as he moved on to your neck sucking and licking your skin. His teeth dug in a bit more as his claws gripped your hips, both just barely breaking the skin.
"So good… Gonna fill you…. Fuck…" He mumbled feverishly as he worked his pelvis hard against yours, making sure to rub your clit as he pushed in all the way. His teeth sank into your flesh, claws digging in as his cock spurted a thick load and painted your walls. You felt how warm it was, the rush of his fluids as he kept coming, pumping more and more into you. It got to the point where you started to feel it leaking down your ass, pooling under you as he started to move once more.
"More… One more…" He mumbled and kissed you hard. You could taste your blood on his lips as he dove his tongue in and amped up the speed of his hips again. You groaned and started to yelp as he fucked you hard a fast.
"Your hands… Scratch me…" He was desperate to feel your hands on him again, so he reached up and slashed the webs, freeing your hands. You quickly brought them down to his shoulders and dug them in, causing him to hiss out a loud moan.
"Like that, harder…" His voice cracked as you did what he asked and dragged them down to his ass, leaving angry lines in your wake.
He shuddered and suddenly twisted your body, and you heard the sound of the webbing snap at your feet. He somehow got your left leg straddled with his, with your right being put over his shoulder, one of his arms holding it in place, all while keeping his throbbing cock inside of you. He panted hard as he pushed in, somehow getting it deeper with each thrust.
"Oh fuck, so deep, Miguel, fuck…" You panted as you watched his face, with him damn near snarling as he looked at you intensely.
"Gonna put more come in ya… Gonna… Gonna…" He started to trail off muttering in Spanish as his movements got sloppily. He brought a hand down to rub at you, his face turning to your leg, tongue licking a stripe from your ankle to your calf, his eyes never leaving yours. You dug your fingers in harder, pulling him in closer as the obscene squelching noises got louder along with your moans.
"This is the best pussy I've ever fucking had…" He managed to get out, before the Spanish came spilling forth in a jumbled mess. His face twisted into sheer ecstacy as he slammed into you hard and released another fat load into you.
This time you got to see his expression as he came. He was gorgeous and sexy as his brows furrowed, eyes shut with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was divine, with him chewing on half of his lip, one fang hanging over it. His nose was crinkled just a bit, and his cheeks were blushed out on his lovely cheekbones.
He looked like a marble Renaissance statue of a God.
You felt yourself let go again, coming hard along with him. He made a whimpering noise as you clamped around him, and he brought you both to rest on his back, you on his chest. You both stilled, only the sound your heavy breaths filling the night air.
"Wow, that was amazing…" Miguel murmured as he kissed the top of your head. You hummed and snuggled in a bit closer.
"It sure was. I suppose you're going to rub this in my brother's face when he gets back?" You asked. He chuckled and patted your ass.
"That depends "
"On what?"
"If he tries to hit on me again, I'm definitely gonna rub it in his face, along with the fact that I stole this from him, and he didn't even notice." He grinned as he dug into his jacket beside him and showed you a small gold pill box. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.
"Miguel! You didn't!?"
"Sure did. Took it while he was busy smooth talking that brunette with the white streak in her hair. She saw me take it from him, too, and she didn't tell him. Dunno why."
"Oh, her? That's Rogue. Remy has the hots for her, but she keeps turning him down. She can't touch anyone without sucking the life from them... That, and something about him being too sleazy for her or something."
"Oh man, if he doesn't wanna be called sleazy, maybe he should stop hitting on anything with a mouth. I guess I'm doing him a favor, then." He laughed. You rolled your eyes, but knew he was right.
"True. I think he won't ever stop being a horny menace, even if he manages to find a partner."
"Being a horny menace isn't so bad."
"Are you for real, right now?"
"Well I think being a horny menace is okay if it's with one person all the time." He said with a charming grin, those fangs making him look extra alluring.
"Miguel, what are you implying?"
"How about dinner, tonight? Before Remy gets back? I know this amazing little place that has the best Jerk spiced fried potato wedges, and fantastic Belinis."
"A date? That's what you want from me?" You asked, a little surprised he wanted to see you again.
"Yeah. I like you a lot, and you're fun."
"You know what? Sure. Your tongue punching game was very convincing."
***
Note:
I wrote this while in an edible stupor over a few days. When not high, I was at work, escaping my duties by writing this trash and waiting for the floors and the laundry to dry. This was not proofread.
Also, I did not write the reader with the same Cajun accent that Remy has because:
1. That's too much work for a one shot.
2. I envisioned the reader to be biologically related through blood, and were separated young enough for her not to share the accent, but you can disregard this and do you.
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May I ask for #16. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Are you kidding me right now?” with Rio from Good Girls. I love this man.
Oooooh, why yes, you can! And please accept my humble apologies for this being so late!
Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
“You’ve never had an orgasm? Are you kidding me right now?”
There it was, the reaction to your nervously delivered confession, your new boyfriend looking at you with an air of absolute disbelief, his mouth falling open, closing again, only to drop wide once more. "Really, though? Never? Not even a little one?"
You shook your head, Rio suddenly looking very affirmative. "Right, you've made me wait long enough anyway, darlin'. But really, it's you who shouldn't have to wait a moment longer to know what the very best feeling you're ever likely to experience feels like."
And so, he took you to bed. And god... god...
To say that he's railing you within an inch of your life is an understatement, but there is a method to it. It isn't a mindless pounding. The spots he hits, the absolute finesse of his fuck, he knows exactly what he's doing. He's chasing it from you, like a demon at the mercy of a priest, his cock nudging into your g spot with fervid vigor as his thumb drags pure heat at your clit, flames roaring through you as you feel yourself beginning to uncoil for him, his eyes focusing on your intently, his grin widening as you wail wildly for him.
"Fuck, oh my god, you're gonna make me..." you trail off, your soaking walls clamping around him in spasm as it hits you, like a tidal wave rushing to pound against the shore, white-hot, the ball of light exploding. It leaves you panting and trembling, finally opening your eyes to look up and see him still grinning widely.
"Better now?"
You laugh gently, stroking his face. "Oh, honey. I'm on top of the world."
Beginning to move again, he leans to you, offering kisses gilded in smoldering sugar. "Then I guess I gotta keep you there, don't I?"
He doesn't. Instead, he fucks you to the edges of heaven and beyond. More than once, too.
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