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pupcuck · 5 months

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ROTTEN LUCK !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. smut, kidnapping, leon is like mentally gone icl, references to past assault and trauma, non-con, manipulation, suicidal thoughts/reference to an attempt, general leon self destructive behaviour, physical abuse, power dynamics, throatfucking, choking, breath play, somno, 1 instance of drugging, unmentioned age gap, anal, he puts duct tape on your pussy ok just once promise it’s not bad, religious references, 1 mention of vomit and piss not in a sexual way, slight misogyny, panic attack

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

anyway, please ignore typos :3 rbs and feedback is very appreciated :3 my medical knowledge sucks, so keep in mind that all of this is off LMFAO crossposted to ao3 (user clitkiss)

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Lucky. Leon hates that word. He wasn’t lucky to get out of Raccoon City, he was just barely capable, you have to be unlucky to get into that situation in the first place. You’re a lucky guy, Redfield had told him once, Chris not Claire. Claire isn’t daft. And Leon wonders what is so lucky about him. He’s forty-six and all he’s got is his trusty Matilda, his mother’s old Bible, and a failing liver. His luck is preordained by God and it’s a total sham.

Leon Kennedy’s the one who showed up to drill sessions smelling like sweat and cock. Kennedy’s the one that rolls over onto his front and takes it like a good doggy. Kennedy’s green behind the ears, pretty in the face, and that don’t fare well in a boot camp full of men twice his size. Kennedy’s the one brushing shoulders with the President, got the USA’s most prized dick in his mouth and everyone knows that he wouldn’t dare bite down. Golden boy Leon fucking Scott Kennedy would just go ahead and use his tongue to clean up Graham’s ballsack. And you’re calling that lucky? Bullshit.

The DSO’s modus operandi is strikingly similar to that of the BSAA. He is but a cog in a well oiled machine. There’s one difference, not a dog tag to his name. If he dies, then he’ll die nameless, and he’ll be cremated by something nuclear, and it’ll all be for nothing. Ain’t that just the luckiest thing you’ve ever heard?

He has tried to kill himself once or twice or thrice. He lost count after the fifth. The gun jammed once, a bad joke. Left Matilda rendered useless. Was meant to be him, not her. And if Leon’s being honest, every day is an avid attempt, as in the drinking and praying his liver gives out. Once he managed to get halfway there. Doesn’t remember a lot. Just blood. Lots of blood. Why couldn’t you be quiet about your grief, Leon? Claire’s expression had asked, how I am, how Chris is, how Jill is.

‘Cause he couldn’t. He had to go ahead and splatter his grief all over the linoleum floor. Maybe then someone would find him, and they’d mourn him, and they’d feel sorry for him ‘cause he’d pitied himself enough. Leon told her a joke, yapping away like one of those butterscotch lapdogs. Claire said that in South Korea you’re allowed to snip a dog's vocal cords to stop them from barking. Lucky I’m not in South Korea then. She handed him an orange prescription bottle with his name scrawled on it, and that was that. They didn’t speak for a few months.

Once upon a time Sherry needed him, now he needs her more. Needs her to laugh at his jokes, she’s the only one that does. And he needs her to tell him, I love you, Leon. She’s the only one that says that. No one puts up with him like Sherry does. She puts up with him in the way most women do their fathers. Love their dads unconditionally and nothing can ever fix that. Terrible illness that is. So, yeah, Leon Scott Kennedy is far from lucky. Lonely? Oh, for sure. God. He’s so lonely he feels sorry for himself. That’s one thing Leon has always been good at though. Lending himself a shoulder ‘cause no one else will.

His fingers brush yours in the record store. The hairs on the back of his neck stand. Jesus. Is it getting that bad? Leon’s been without a fuck for a few months and he’s already itching. That’s a new low. When Leon looks up to catch sight of who made his dick swell with their fingertips, he catches your eye briefly. A mousy little thing. Easily spooked it seems by the nervous smile you give him.

You’re on the phone, I don’t know what he likes anymore, dad, yeah—I’m trying to find it—Yes, I know who sang Sex and Candy, dad, Kurt Cobain right? Is that the one he likes? Dumbass. No, I’m not wrong, could you put mom on the phone—Hi mom, yes, I know he’s my brother, mom—Ever since he turned fifteen he stopped talking to me properly—I don’t know what she thinks, mom—

A mommy, daddy, a brother, a sister too he assumes. You’re what they call lucky. Nasty undertone you’re using with your parents. If Leon’s mom was still around he’d talk to her so sweet. She’d tell him to pray and Leon wouldn’t resist. Alright, Ma, Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus Tecum— then his voice would trail off, and he’d pretend to mouth the rest of the hymn ‘cause he remembers fuck all.

He wants to knock you around. Shake you till your brains scramble. Wants you to flinch even when he’s being nice. Leon’s nostrils flare when you raise your voice in the slightest, even if it’s playful, it’s plain rude. How dare you? He can’t even begin to fathom how incredibly lucky you are. The thought crosses Leon’s mind once, twice, thrice. Just how suicide did that day back in September. If you can kidnap the President’s daughter from her bustling college campus, throw her over your shoulder like salt, why can’t you kidnap Miss Nobody from a street corner in D.C?

Your figure is distinguished by a single, flickering street lamp. He sees your shadow. Recognises the silhouette by the shapely legs and how your belted coat flares out to create a dramatic hourglass, Leon’s got a good eye for detail. Oh, it’s kinda sexy watching you in the spotlight, like a makeshift cabaret show, go on babe, bust out the flapper dress, he knows his stuff, he read Gatsby back in high school. He listens out for the tap of your heeled boots, click-clack, click-clack, there you are, you don’t even know what’s about to happen, do you? And it really is that easy. Just like throwin’ salt over your shoulder.

Temazepam, loprazolam, lormetazepam, diazepam, nitrazepam. Some melatonin too. Magnesium’s supposed to help with insomnia. How’s he supposed to know what your body reacts to best? Leon’s not your fuckin’ GP. Chloroform does the trick for everyone. Should’ve invited you out for drinks and roofied you instead.

Leon had gone for an old-fashioned method, listen, he was desperate. He doesn’t usually resort to such bruteish tactics unlike the older Redfield, not that Chris would use a morsel of his strength to harm a lady, but it had to be done. Yes, he choked you out. No, he’s not proud of it. He’s actually pretty disappointed in his lack of preparation. Oh, cut yourself some slack, Kennedy, it’s your first time kidnapping someone, and it was a heat of the moment type thing. To Leon’s dismay, that doesn’t last long, duh, he should know better.

While you regain sluggish consciousness on his couch, Leon’s tearing through his kitchen cabinets for anything to settle you down. Ah. That’s right. Ketamine. Ain’t it horse tranquilliser? What’s that doing here? Honestly, he’s got to stop raiding the infirmary for all they’ve got. A high enough dosage will knock you out for sure. If it kills you, then so be it. Beer for guys, wine for the ladies, and Ketamine for random sluts he picks up on street corners.

You’re blinking to clear your hazy vision, feeling around your crushed windpipe to assess the damage, he leans over you like a nurse from hell. The needle breaks your skin easily, so tender, before you have the chance to kick up a fuss, your eyelids turn to lead and close like a toy babydoll’s do when you lean them back.

Fifteen to twenty minutes, google says. Leon gets down to business, strips you of your clothing, takes you to his room, throws you on the king-sized bed that’s warmed only by him. He kept your panties on. They’re light blue and sensible briefs. A buzzer rings out in his head, bzzzt, boring. A million bitches in D.C. and he picked out the most vanilla one. Just his Kennedy luck ain’t it.

One minute. Leon presses his nose to the fabric of your panties, sniffs like a pig does in its trough, isn’t that just the sweetest smell? Fresh cunt. He licks up the print of your pussy, tongue landing on the hardness of your clit.

Five minutes. With your panties soaked with Leon’s spit, he decides to move ‘em to the side, and he groans in delight when he parts your cushioned lips to find that you’re stickier than toffee pudding, drooly cunt reactive to the pads of his fingers, to the tip of his tongue. He pushes back the hood of your bud, gives it a kiss, then another.

Ten minutes. He’s opened you up, gaped you around three thick fingers, Jesus, you’re so tight. It’s like your cunt’s vacuum sealed. Leon’s fingers prod at the squishy opening of your cervix, his thumb circles your clit, presses down like a button and he’s rewarded with another gush of slick. Beer on tap.

You rouse from your forced slumber at fourteen minutes. Huh. He’ll have to up the dosage next time. “Hi there, sleepin’ beauty.” Leon says in a rather cloying voice, amping up the sweetness when in reality he is less than fond of you. The lucky girl. He strokes your head soothingly, hovers over you to keep you in place. The panic sets in almost immediately, flailing limbs, asinine attempts at sentences that crawl up your throat and spill over. Who are you, get off me, get off me, please. What did I do? I’m sorry, please, let me go, let me go, please, I’ll do anything. Albeit your words are slurred, Leon chooses not to hear you.

“Aintcha just the sweetest thing?” He cups your cheeks, gaze so gentle it’s disarming. “I opened you up, didn’t wanna break ya, just wanted you to wake up before we got it on, I’m a real gentleman, you see.” Before he rapes you, he makes sure to ask: you got a rubber by any chance, sweetheart? Oh, and you don’t like that, you really don’t. ‘Cause your face falls fast like a drop tower ride.

The chance to scream is lost on you when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, pushes them down your burning throat till you choke and drool in an unflattering manner. Your jaw is too lax to clamp down on him. Leon takes this opportunity to smear his leaky, fat tip over your folds, pushes past the barriers of resistance and slides into your pre-gaped cunt. Lucky bitch. Lucky fucking bitch. Getting yourself a piece of Leon S. Kennedy’s dick. He reserves that for only the finest ladies, aka any girl that has a nice set of tits and dark hair, greying roots are a new preference.

He’s fully sheathed inside of you, head rubbing painfully against your cervix. Bruising it from the look of discomfort on your face as you make stupid-sounding noises around his fingers. “Fuck, yeah, that hits the spot.” When’s the last time Leon had his way with a girl, wanton fucking, pulling hair, slapping— they all want it soft and sappy these days. And so did he up until a certain point. Up until he tried to kill himself maybe. Something must’ve flipped in his brain, now he’s overcome with the need to mess your pretty face up.

Leon’s forehead presses to your clammy one, your sweat is salty on his tongue when he kisses your cheek. Slightly sour scent, ugh, what’s he saying? Acting like he’s a fear-smelling B.O.W or some shit. Fuck off, Kennedy. His hips aim upwards when your body shifts due to the thrashing you’re doing, with each thrust he bottoms out with a wet squelch, rolls his hips into you at a force that knocks any chance of breath out of you.

“If you were a good girl,” Leon smiles, all teeth. They glint in the muddy darkness of his room, black-out curtains drawn so not even the moon gets to see what he’s doing to you, “then I’d be fuckin’ you real slow, real nice, rub that little clit till you came.” Your wrists are both cuffed within his grip, pinned over your head as he drives into you, as if his intention is to tear straight through you.

The heat in his gut uncoils, but he’s timed himself well enough, pulls out ‘cause god forbid he knocked you up. Knowing Leon’s luck he’d manage it. Then he puts his cock in your mouth, “I got some pliers out back.” He says in warning as he jerks the shaft and your lips hesitantly close around the tip when he gives you a mean look. Total lie by the way, no matter how abnormal Leon is he does not own a pair of tooth-pulling pliers. Shoots his load down your throat, you splutter and push at his abdomen to get him off.

He pulls out in his own time, lays beside you. All of his chakras are aligned. Apparently there’s seven, but Leon’s only got two. And they’re entirely dependent on whether he’s sucked and fucked till he’s thoroughly satisfied. By god he is. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, Et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. That’s the rest of it right. He remembers now. You might just be his saving grace, Lucky Girl. His very own Sancta Maria, Mater dei. Damn, you hear that, ma? Leon’s got it down to a T. Maybe some more pussy will get him singing out the rest of the prayer. He can get rid of that statuette on the mantle, swap it out with you.

He doesn't get a word out by the time you’re vomiting a vile mixture of acidic yellow and his seed down the front of your chest. Retching as you choke on the gift he’d given you.

Leon takes you to the bathroom, forces you into the shower cubicle as he sprays you down, not even waiting for the water to go warm. “Dry yourself off,” he gestures mildly to where there’s a few towels stored.

You don’t come back out of the bathroom for five minutes, then ten, then twenty. Don’t even answer when he knocks. Goddammit, Leon. Leave your kidnap victim alone in the room with all the razors, why don’t you? Fucking idiot. When he opens the door, you’re huddled in the corner by the toilet, dry heaving into the bowl and sitting in a puddle of your own piss. Stupid fucking baby. Is this what kids are like these days? When he was your age he made it out of Raccoon City alive, and no one made it out of there. No one lived to tell that story. And you’re here pissing your pants ‘cause he’s given you a nice, hard fucking? He pimp slaps you so hard your teeth clatter.

It takes two weeks for his Lucky Girl to be broken in. Not as long as he expected, so he’s pleased. And when Leon’s pleased, he’s nice. So today you get some screen time. You’re curled into his side, the way a baby bird does under its mother’s wing, squinting at his sixty-five inch TV, egregious really, who needs a screen that big? He’s flipping periodically through the channels whenever an ad break comes on. The 7.45PM news is on. He settles on that and you watch mindlessly, no objections.

The speech blurs like white noise to him, Leon’s not focused until your picture pops up on screen, and he just turns to you with this shit-eating grin. Graduation cap and robe on, all dolled up as you make eyes at him through the screen.

“Baby,” he grins wolfishly, ruffles your hair in a teasing manner, “you look so damn cute there!” Leon watches bright-eyed, suddenly enthralled, they list your name, your height, your weight, all stuff he actually didn’t know ‘bout you. Never bothered to ask. You don’t need a name, you’re just his Lucky Girl. “Don’t like the red lip on you,” he comments flippantly, “A red lip is for whores, don’t you think, baby?”

He was right. You got a daddy, a mommy, a brother and a sister. You’ve got it all. Lucky fucking Girl. A broken sob is torn from your throat, jagged and scratchy as you fling yourself halfway across the room, on your knees as you put your grubby fingers all over his shiny screen. Leon lets you. He finds it hilarious actually. Who’d you think you are? Carol Anne from Poltergeist? Like you’re gonna get sucked into the screen, crawling out the other end like Sadako, back into your daddy’s arms.

Our daughter—My girl, she had her whole life ahead of her—My sister wouldn’t do this—She was so excited to move on after graduation—She’s not the type to run away—My daughter—My sister—Our sister—

Your mother is a mess, barely able to get words out with the way she’s blubbering. “She’s layin’ it on a bit thick, don’t you think, babe?” Leon picks up his beer from the side table, slightly heated under the burn of the lamp. “You look like your daddy, cry pretty like your mama though.”

You stare at him horrified. Jaw hanging open as if it’s unhinged, not in the way a snake does when ready to swallow its prey whole. More in the way of a screaming corpse. When the rigor mortis has worn off, secondary flaccidity sets in, and the mandible drops open. Jeez, tough crowd tonight it seems. Don’t make him sew your mouth up, Lucky Girl. Leon wouldn’t dare, that mouth, that throat is precious to him.

CCTV footage plays on the screen, another sob racks your brittle frame, you didn’t know it was him that day, Leon realises. “Oh, baby, that’s where we met, ain’t that funny?” A blurry image of you on the phone, prattling away to your family like the Lucky Girl you are, he’s just out of shot.

We miss her—Please, if you know anything, if you find anything—Please—

“God, let me get my phone, darling, they look so upset I can’t stand it. I might have to call them up and turn myself in. Give ‘em an early Christmas gift, don’t you think?” If Leon went missing, who would look for him? Hunnigan with all her sharp edges, or Claire with her unwilling loyalty to him? Lucky Bitch. It’s making his temper flare, that’s enough TV time for today.

The screen fades out, goes black when he switches it off. “No, no, no,” you chant, “no, no, no, no, please, please—“

“I’m disappointed in you, baby.” Leon says honestly, sips his beer and laughs mirthlessly. “I thought you’d started to like me.”

You’re not listening, too busy fitting on the rug, grasping at the screen as if you can pluck your family out of it and reunite with them on his living room floor. Leon did think you were getting used to him though. Family’s family, blood is thicker than water. Cum is also thicker than water. And that’s what he’s pumped down your throat nightly in hopes of it clogging up your brain, so you think of nothing but him. Those dogs in South Korea, the ones Claire told him about, he’s got his own special method to take care of your vocal cords. No snipping, no surgery needed. Just the throat training method.

“C’mere, lucky girl.” He clicks his tongue as if he’s calling out for a dog. You lay unmoving, rocking back and forth, whispering to yourself like a crazy person. Bit creepy. Leon stands, he grabs you by the hair and drags you to sit at his feet near the couch. Simple and effective. Backhands you for good luck. He needs it. “Stop your cryin’ I’m getting sick of it.” Leon says, brows wrinkled as he lowers his sweats, brings your head down to rest on his thigh. Your tear-stained cheeks turn him on, the doleful eyes, runny nose. It’s hot. His sad little girl.

“Suck it.” Leon taps the tip against your pouty lips, swollen from his earlier kisses, coats them in his pearly pre, “I won’t ask twice, sweetheart.” You open your mouth, take him like clockwork. He don’t like that attitude. So he pushes your head down on his cock, watches your throat bob, uncomfortably full. Leon pinches your nose, listens to how you panic so nice around a mouthful of dick, gagging in a way you never have before. Not a gag that indicates inexperience, but one that is full of sheer terror, nails leaving red marks on his thighs as you drag them down his skin. Ouch. He’s gotta trim those down.

“You get it now, babe?” Leon hums, he lets you off this time, “Do what I say and it’ll be fine, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Leon,” you nod furiously through gulps of air, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” Fuck. Another one of your panic attacks. He’s not got the patience to deal with this. “I won’t—“ A wheeze, “ I won’t do it—“ A croak, “I won’t do it again.” You’ve learned to handle yourself. Rub your chest with your right hand, stare at the ceiling till you calm down. Leon’s dick is still rock hard. Ready to crack open a walnut.

“Good girl,” he nods, “then get on with it.”

There is nothing you’ve done in particular to set Leon off. He’s just had a bad day. Hunnigan’s senses are much too acute, she thought something was off with him. That put him on edge. So he’s like a ticking time bomb. Just waiting for you to make one wrong move. And you do. You say no to him, pleadingly so, shaking your head as you look at him with your fairytale fawn eyes. Meekly admit that you’re sore and achy and it hurts.

“That’s not your decision to make, sweetheart.” Leon informs you, he grabs a roll of duct tape from the kitchen, nicks at the edge with his teeth and tears a strip off. You bristle, completely still, a thousand thoughts running through that pea-sized brain of yours. “But I’ll be nice today, been waitin’ to fuck your ass anyway.” He puts the strip on your cunt, over your chubby lips to hold them together, it feels strange and icky. The last thing Leon wants to see is blood. He sees enough of that daily. So he’s generous when it comes to prep, busts out the cherry-flavoured lube today, squirts a decent amount on his fingers, cock, and your tighter hole.

You squirm, he watches the unreadable expression on your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest. You’re nervous, but you’re wet, and that makes his chest swell in pride. Lucky Girl finally gets it. One finger slips past the ring of tight muscle, Ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, there’s one last line he’s missing. It’ll come to him. Two fingers in, he scissors you open, spits on it just ‘cause it turns him on to see it run down your crack.

That’s enough, Leon thinks when he fits the third. He wants to make it hurt a little. Wants to feel like a big, strong man. He sits back on his knees, flips you over onto your front, he likes you this way. Just takes you in, how your tits hang low, brushing against the mattress when Leon presses a hand down on your back to keep you from arching. He takes his dick in hand and in he goes, easier than he thought. He wonders if you can cum just like this, with his dick pounding your ass.

He fucks like an animal, you gasp and yelp below him, unable to handle it as his hips smack against yours. The duct tape is starting to peel ‘cause your pussy is fucking soaked. That alone makes his balls tighten as he turns you back over to do damage control, and ‘cause he wants to see your face while he fucks. You look like you’re lovin’ it. Alright. So you’re an anal slut. Got it. He pushes back into your ass, groans when you clench around him, the duct tape peeling at the corners, he can’t handle it. Et in hora mortis nostrae. Leon’s mind blanks when he cums, fills your ass and his limp cock slips out. Shit. A-fucking-men. That’s right, he remembers. That’s how you end a prayer.

You don’t cum. He tears the duct tape off clean. You let out a loud ‘Ow, Leon!’ and frown at him. Beads of arousal stick to the piece of tape, your pussy is pulsing, walls fluttering around nothing. Leon kisses your swollen clit, rubs it steadily till you cream on his tongue, sweeter than molasses his Lucky Girl is.

“Leon?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.” You tell him shyly, gaze at him with this dumb fucking smile on your dollface that makes his heart squeeze. God, he’s gotta keep you around, his lucky charm.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 10 months

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i know you said request are closed but when they are open again (if they are again) could you possibly do alex keller just coming home from deployment with smut? your price writing are so amazing btw i’ve been reading them for 2 days now

Again, this is a super old ask, lmfao, sorry about that. I offer you pure filth for forgiveness.

Warnings: smut, NSFW, F!Reader, etc. (18+)

Wet slapping echoed off the walls, held back whines trapped in your throat as your thighs burn with exertion. Alex lays under you, head tilted back and neck bared; his fingers bruise your hips as he groans and gasps through gritted teeth.

When he came home from his assignment overseas, he'd known he'd been gone longer than anticipated, but if he'd known you'd been this desperate for him he would have gotten on the first plane home.

"Fuck," your boyfriend whimpers, rapid, messy, slurping in his ears as you jump up and down on his cock, back arched and tits bouncing as your cunt swallows him. Dripping sweat slides off your bodies, a testament to the feral way you'd been riding him for what seems like hours.

Alex can't even remember the number of times he'd felt his stomach bunch; eyes clamping shut as his throat groaned deeply. Multiple releases bleed over his thighs and pelvis, sloppy fluids connecting flesh in strings of slick cum.

"Fuck, Sweetheart, b-been needin' this since I got off that damn p-," his voice cuts out as you clamp around him, his sensitive dick twitching as you grind with a mewl playing on your lips. The man's hips jump as his back arches harshly, forcing out," P...plane! Ah!"

Your mouth is open with ecstasy, and above him, you're quite the vulgar picture of instinctual desperation. He can't help the way he watches you with hickeys down his neck and chest; pulsing purple bruises adding to the tightening of his thighs. Alex's fingers kneed your flesh in desperation, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain stuck in the lines on his forehead.

"P-please," he whimpers, and you drag your nails down his pecs in long lines of red. "God."

Alex gets more shaky and desperate, hands moving up to grip your hips despite the loose and lax hold in his weak rapture. At the incoming clench of his balls and the panicked widening of his eyes, his hips start to cant into yours in broken thrusts. Whined moans and dog tags stuck around his neck like a collar.

You grab at them as he thrusts up into you, gasping and faltering for a moment at the dig. Shared eyes, blown with lust and orgasmic torment. Alex feels your pussy tighten and watches your lashes flutter when your clit bumps into his lower abdomen, stimulating you perfectly on his happy trail.

"A-Alex, missed you s'much, Baby," you slur out with heaving lungs. The man's cock jumps harder, pace somehow increasing as you both roll your thighs. "Feel so full with you inside me. S-so good."

Neither of you would be getting out of this bed tomorrow.

Alex starts to breathe heavily again, his body trembling. He grits his teeth and starts to match your movements, groaning loudly into the air with broken need. He almost seems to be growling as he presses himself into you, his wound coil growing second by second. By the look on your face and the way your expression breaks with breathy moans, you're not far behind him in this senseless fucking session.

The man's surprised the both of you can even still speak over the sensation of his grating cock entering and exiting your tight hole. Echoing off the walls, cut-off cries grow in volume and breathiness, each accented by a violent thrust consisting of oxycontin and bare impulse. The bed frame has put a dent in the wall with its repetitive knocking, a telltale slam-slam-slam that makes the both of you thankful you don't have neighbors.

Fuck, you were acting like horny teenagers; drunk off each other's scent and the sheen of bliss—there just wasn't any stopping.

With the coil growing and growing, abs clenching and dog tags in your grip, Alex lets you manhandle his chin so you can shove your tongue down his throat; hands grasping around your waist to thrust up into you at a better angle.

Your eyes roll back, saliva dripping from your chins to splatter Alex's chest. His mustache burns over your lower face, but it doesn't stop you from bringing him back in, sucking and biting on his lips.

"I—" Alex shakes, groaning in between passes of your mouth and the heat on his cheeks. "Christ, S...Sweetheart, I'm gonna," his entire body is tight, dick moving even more wildly with its prodding tip grazing your cervix. Your body spasms and you cry out, cunt hugging him like it doesn't want him to leave. Slick and the score of previous rounds slap wetly as skin connects over and over, making flesh shine. A tipping point is reached with high voices and rapid lungs. "I-I'm gonna—!"

You both snap at the same time.

Alex's head goes back into the pillow, back completely leaving the bed in an arch and cock throbbing as he spills his load inside of your wet heat with broken ruts that make him whimper. On top of his form, your entire form goes limp, legs shaking as you collapse onto your boyfriend's gasping chest with ragged breaths and feel the flood of his orgasm spreading inside of your womb.

The spend seeps out like the others, pussy completely full and pulsing; raw with the feeling of cum bubbling through the plug of Alex's cock.

Both of you try not to move, catching your respective breaths with legs spread wide and vibrating. After a long, long while where you nearly pass out from pure exhaustion, you feel Alex's chest rise fast for a moment. You peek a slow eye and groan as your boyfriend starts laughing.

Your mouth releases a low whine as his dick jumps inside of your clutch and Alex also winces moments later.

"...Fuck, Doll." Lips quirking, a sweaty hand finds your spine, and fingers tap against the vertebrae in broken intervals of shakes. You practically purr like a cat as the hoarse voice rasps out, "You, uh, you sure know how to welcome a guy home, huh?"

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roronoaswifey · 1 year

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.

summary. your feelings and thoughts are all over the place when your best friend suddenly reappears in your life after having disappeared months ago.

pairing. portgas d. ace x gn!reader

warnings/tags. angst, implied past sex, best friends to strangers to lovers, ace is kinda a slut but we been knew, reader is yet again jealous, reader has hair, kinda ooc ace

wc. 4.3k

kazu’s note. listened to best friend by the weeknd and his toxic ass had me thinking… half of these lyrics are from the song LMFAO

you hadn’t seen that freckled face in months.

his pearly whites, grinning boyishly, the oh so familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. he screamed trouble wherever he went. whether it was sending flames into pirates who asked for problems, whether it was a clumsy mistake in which ended in you sprawled beneath him, bulky arms trapping you, moans and cries slipping into the moonlit night.

“you…” you trailed off, mug filled with booze nearly slipping from your loosen grip.

no matter where he went, he radiated a charm so intoxicating, so daring. was it the confidence in his steps? was it the way he always held his chin up, pink lips stretching into that infamous smirk? whatever the reason was, he always managed to have you folding every single resolve you had built in the first place.

“missed me, best friend?”

you nearly scoffed at his audacity. that’s what it was. even if he was annoyingly attractive and had an intriguing personality, one thing the man had was the nerve.

“fuck off, ace,” saying his name felt almost taboo. you hadn’t— or tried not to— thought of him in nearly a year. he up and left you in the worst of situations, in your most vulnerable moment, ghosting you and every responsibility he left with you, choosing against holding himself accountable and fleeing.

“is that a way to greet a bestie you haven’t seen in so long?” the raven haired slipped into the seat next to yours, fingers tapping at the wooden counter, signalling the bartender to come over.

you rolled your eyes, not holding back on your scoff either, “and who’s fault is that, exactly?” you heard ace chuckle lowly, and you thanked whatever god that’d been looking over you, grateful you weren’t able to see the way the corner of his lips definitely curved into that smile.

“suppose it’s mine,” he shrugged, as if he wasn’t at fault, as if hadn’t smashed and dashed you about a year ago.

when the bartender made her way towards the both of you, you weren’t surprised to see the blush draping over her cheeks so desperately, her shaky fingers wiping a previously used mug with a cloth.

“w-what could i get you, sir?” she posed nervously, eyes having a hard time to keep up with ace’s flirtatious ones.

“surprise me, love.” you visibly stifled an unimpressed laugh, focusing on finishing your drink and ignoring ace’s eyes now on you.

he looked back at the young bartender, propping an elbow on the counter and leaning his cheek into his cupped palms, “make sure it’s as sweet as you are,”

“s-sure! give me a second,” she was now steaming in blush head to toe, clumsily placing the cleaned mug onto the counter and scurrying off to mix a drink to ace’s liking.

when the bartender left his field of vision, he barked a laugh, now shifting his body so he could focus his attention back onto you. with a raised eyebrow, he spoke, “what a sweet thing, am i right?”

“what would i know?” you grumbled moodily, annoyed at both him and yourself for falling into his obvious bait. “she barely got to say anything before you started speaking with your dick.”

“is that what i was doing?” ace urged, leaning forward and you got a good whiff of his familiar scent, cursing yourself for the way your heat began throbbing at unnecessary flashbacks.

“i mean i get you’ve always been slow, but don’t try to play stupid,” you snickered, wrist moving in circular motions as you twirled the remaining of drink in your cup.

“me? slow?” ace pulled back in faux offence, slapping his hand over his bare chest dramatically. “i’m offended you’d ever say such a thing! i am no where near stupid, that’s you projecting!”

“tone it down, pretty boy,” the casual nickname, that initially began as an insult, slipped past your tongue with ease. your own eyes widened in shock for a split second, and you were certain he’d caught on.

“pretty boy, hmm,” he now entirely shifted in his seat, full body facing you. he went back to leaning his cheek in his palm, a wolffish grin decorating his pink lips, “i missed that name.”

your heart sunk at the implication. how dare he say he missed that nickname as if it was your fault he wasn’t hearing it anymore? what was the matter with this incredibly sexy idiot?

“again, who’s fucking fault is that?” you now turned your body to face him, face contorted in pure annoyance. your brows creased in the centre of your forehead, nose scrunched and lips set in a frown.

“i did say mine, i believe,” he tapped his index finger on his chin, pretending to think things through.

“why’d you leave, ace?” you finally asked, the question weighing heavily on your mind for as long as you could remember.

why’d he leave? where had he gone to? why didn’t he ever try to keep in touch with you? was it something you did? did he pick up on the feelings you were catching? was that really what drove him to leave you?

“cutting straight to the point, i see,” he chuckled, though it wasn’t his regular, flirty ones. it felt almost regretful, almost sad, but you didn’t want to think too much on it.

“i’m sorry, did you expect causal small talk after having dipped out of fucking nowhere?” you countered, jerking back and eyebrow raised in an unimpressed manner.

“maybe,” he teased, and when your frown only deepened, he laughed apologetically, hands thrown up in surrender. “alright, alright, don’t kill me now,”

“hurry ace, or else i’m leaving in the next few seconds,” you glared coldly, hoping he caught onto the double-implication of your statement.

from the way he tensed in surprise momentarily, you knew he did. good.

he let out a defeated sigh, a short smile falling on his face, “yeah, i guess that’s fair. i mean, i only did it ‘cause—”

“your drink, sir!” the bartender spawned out of the blue, a more confident aura all over. she had a bright smile, despite the evidence of her nervousness tainted on her cheeks.

you didn’t hold back the roll of your eyes. it wasn’t that you had anything against the girl. you hadn’t even cared for her even when she gave you your drink a few minutes ago. but did she have to show up when you were finally ready to hear the reasoning behind ace’s disappearance?

“thank you, sweetheart. may i ask what did you concoct here?” ace asked, definitely stalling so he would either have more time to think an answer through or drive you to leave so he wouldn’t have to answer.

much to his dismay, you were determined to hear what he had to say.

“i probably shouldn’t say, it’s the bar’s secret recipe,” she fiddled with her thumbs shyly, her blue eyes everywhere but on ace. you hated how you knew just exactly how she felt, seeing as you were once in her shoes.

you kissed your teeth under your breath, your own eyes set on your drink.

“what a bummer,” ace feigned sadness, lips falling into a pout. he suddenly switched into a happy mood, the pout fading into a cocky smirk that had both you and the bartender definitely folding. “i do enjoy surprises though.”

the bartender’s lips parted slightly, eyes shimmering in awe, “i… i hope you enjoy it. it was my first time trying it out, s-so i’m not sure if it’ll amount to your expectations but—”

“nonsense. i’m sure it’ll blow me away,” and before she could retort, he brought the mug to his lips and took gracious gulps of the mixture.

while the bartender eyed expectantly, waiting for a reaction from the freckled male, you watched from your peripheral to see what his reaction would be.

not that you didn’t know already. you knew exactly what kind of guy ace was.

ace pulled the drink away, the liquid trickling past his mouth and down his chin as he brought his hand to swipe the drink away. his lips smacked for a while, marinating the taste with precision, before a grin appeared on his face.

you rolled your eyes at his hopelessness. you knew exactly what was coming.

“this surpassed any expectation i had!” he laughed, before taking more sips of his drink as if to prove his point. he probably missed the way heart eyes jumped out of the bartender’s face.

“i-i’m glad you enjoyed it! feel free to have some more!” she brought another mug before him, placing it too excitedly on the counter.

“i’m planning on it, love,” he winked, handing her his previous empty cup in favour for the newly filled one. you only caught a glance of it, but the drink seemed to be a light pink-brownish mixture, and you did wonder what exactly was in the drink.

“although,” he leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows, eyes watching her intensely, “i really would love to hear more about this recipe,”

“i could always let you know some other time, since i am on shift right now…” she trailed off, subconsciously leaning in as well, almost in a trance at ace’s hypnotic gaze.

“yeah? you’d do that for me?” he pressed on further, loving the way you tended in annoyance at his side. you knew he knew you were pissed, and that only enraged you further. why were you always falling into his cheap games?

your hand clenched unintentionally around your mug, but the bartender was too far deep in love to even notice.

“i would.. i really would..” the bartender let her lips part, mumbling as her eyes basically beaming in joy. ace hummed, letting his eyes fall from her lips back to her gaze, and you felt your heart sink to the deepest pit of your stomach.

was he really going to do this right in front of you?

“‘m sure you would,” ace indulged, waiting to see how long it’d take for you to crack. “you are a sweetheart, after all.”

“o-only for you…” was she even realizing how ridiculous she sounded, submitting to a man she hardly knew? how unprofessional was she, to be flirting with her customers on shift? why was this bothering you so fucking much?

“you’re too cute,” ace scrunched his nose, bringing a hand up to push a loose strand of pink hair past her face and behind her ear. “has anybody told you that?”

you could throw up. you’re almost certain he used that exact line on you when you both had met for the first time. says a lot about him, you supposed.

“you’re the first,” her eyes diverted back to the counter, blood rushing quick all over her skin, and you cringed at her humbleness.

“i mean,” ace’s eyes glanced so quickly at you that you thought you were imagining things until he spoke his next words, “i could be your first of many things—”

you slammed your drink on the counter. the bartender snapped out of her daze, and ace had finally sunk back into his seat, a proud smile on his face.

fishing in your pocket, you pulled out a twenty dollar bill before flicking it to your drink, “keep the fucking change,” before wasting no time to bolt past the exit. you didn’t care anymore to hear whatever the raven haired had to say, he clearly didn’t care for how you felt at all.

making your way outside the dark sky, you let out a deep sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat as you felt your blood boil in annoyance. how could he joke about something so sensitive like that? did he find a thrill in genuinely pissing you off? you had confided the last of your innocence to the man, and for him to sneak diss you like that in public made you feel foolish.

“the nerve of that fucking bastard,” you mumbled, kicking at a pebble on the floor.

you walked further down the shore of the sea, wanting to be away as possible from the loud and smelly bar. the fresh gust of wind of the sea brought you at peace, clearing your mind from its previous tense state.

so what if ace doesn’t care for you anymore? it’s not like you gave a fuck, even if you had been locked in your room for weeks, wondering what you’d done that drove him away. even if you had called his younger brother and asked if he heard any news of the boy, that doesn’t mean you cared. and it has much less to do with the fact you found yourself weeks later craving for a sense of intimacy in strangers you met in bars, fucking them to numb the pain of your best friend leaving you.

you didn’t fucking care.

“so you were jealous, after all.”

your left brow twitched in irritation. the last person you wanted to hear, the last person you wanted in your presence just had to come after you. what was his deal? you left him alone with that goddamn bartender so he could drag her to the nearest stall and fuck her as he pleased.

so why was he here?

“fuck off, ace,” you repeated your previous words but with much more malice. “just fucking leave me alone— that’s all your best at doing anyway.”

“y/n,” he said your name for the first time tonight, and you couldn’t help the way your head whipped back at him. the way your name rolled off his tongue so easily made you realize you missed him more than you’d like to admit.

shit.

“thought you were gonna give me a chance at explaining myself?” he dared to ask you, and for what felt like the nth time this night, you rolled your eyes at him.

“well that was before you decided to strip the bartender with your eyes,” you countered, your stomach churning with uneasinesses at the thought of it.

ace, however, shrugged helplessly, “it was just to rile you up. you know how much i love to piss you off,” and yes, you were painfully aware of the fact. it still didn’t change the fact you knew and still felt a twinge— more like twinges— of jealousy. you were an idiot, a jealous idiot.

“doesn’t change anything,” you turned back around, feeling yourself crumble at the soft gaze he gave you, like the manipulative bastard he was, because there was no other logical explanation for it.

“guess not.” he concluded, and a silence fell between you both. you slightly regretted having turned around since you now couldn’t read his expression or know how he was feeling. though, ace was always unreadable.

the stars that lit in the moonlight painfully reminded you of multiple nights you’d spent on the roof of a house, in the middle of a field or even a random ship on sea, and how you’d always been coddled in warm arms, chattering away about absolute nonsense, soft kisses shared that even led to mind-blowing sex.

how many other people had he shared the same experiences with? how many other people had he cuddled, sexed up and left just as hopeless as you were? did you really not matter to him at all?

“what we got, y/n, is secure,” ace spoke softly, and your arms found themselves crossed over your chest almost protectively. “there isn’t anything or anybody else that could ever amount to what you and me had.”

“so why’d you leave?” you whispered, hating the vulnerability laced in your tone. your arms clutched you further, “why leave if that was the case?“

“that’s just it, darling,” you heard him take a step closer and instinctively, you took one too. you wanted to keep a distance with the boy, fearing you’d do the impossible and beg him to stay.

he sighed at your actions, before continuing, “i didn’t want to be responsible for your heart, if we fell,” he bravely took another step and this time you stayed still. “things you wanted, i wasn’t looking for. i feared that if anything ever escalated, i’d get clumsy and tear your heart apart.”

you stiffened, eyes wide as you blankly stared the sea. so he did know of your feelings. he knew how you felt, and instead of turning you down gently, he decided to fucking run away? he wanted to handle it like a child instead of the adult he was?

“i loved you,” he confessed after a moment of silence. your heart sunk at the revelation. “i realized a few weeks into our relationship. but you were my best friend, and i foolishly thought we couldn’t get any closer than that.”

“so you ran off?!” you cut him off, turning around. you were fuming, how could he mess with your emotions like that? “you fuck me for months and the minute you sense a change you tuck your dick in your pants and fuck off to god knows where?”

“i thought we had arrangements,” ace tried to justify himself. when you scoffed, he sighed helplessly and ran his fingers through his hair, “when i realized you caught feelings too, i got scared, terrified even. i thought you weren’t like that, the type to fall for somebody like me.”

“but i did. and you stupidly decided to scurry off,” you repeated yourself, wanting your point to come across. you wanted him to realize how selfish he’d been, and how much pain he put you through. “had it ever even crossed your mind on how i would feel?”

“i never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered, stepping even closer. he was now right before you, and the way he towered over you was so comforting. “it was never my intention. i know i was being selfish, but the truth is that i feared what would happen if we had taken it further and you realized i wasn’t worth your time.”

“you can’t just go and decide things for me, ace!” you exclaimed in annoyance, and to further that annoyance, ace stayed quiet. “shit like that is up for me to decide— i would never do you dirty like that!”

“i knew that,” ace nodded, and you wanted to rip the hairs off your head. “but deep down, something was telling me the opposite. that you’d realize you had much better for you waiting past the grand line. and i didn’t want to put myself through that ache,”

“so you decided to put me through it instead.” you deadpanned, no ounce of remorse or guilt. ace bit his lip in shame, eyes momentarily diverting to the floor before he found your cold eyes again.

“i’m sorry. i’m not expecting you to forgive me, not in the slightest, but i do what you to know there wasn’t a day i wasn’t think of you, and how badly i wanted to apologize.”

“don’t give me that bullshit,” you snarled, and when you felt warm hands holding your shaky shoulders, you felt tears pooling in your eyes.

“it’s the truth,” he reassured you, thumb grazing your skin so delicately, that you bit your lip in attempt to hold back a sob. the gentle look he was giving you did nothing to help your shaken thoughts.

so, ace loved you back. was that in the past? had his feelings for you vanished? and he left you because he was scared you would realize you could do better than him. what a load of bullshit— who else knew you better inside and out than he did? who cared of his heritage, his bloodline, his reputation? he was simply ace in your eyes, not the infamous rookie fire fist ace, or portgas d. ace, son of former pirate king, gol d. roger.

just ace.

“you didn’t have to say it, but i knew you didn’t want to have sex as friends no more,” ace filled in the silence with more explanation, and you didn’t think you could stomach what else he had to say, “i could feel it in the way you’d look at me with so much love. i didn’t and still don’t think i’m worthy of holding all of it. so, in the only way i knew how, i left. i took every single feeling i had for you and ran away with them, hoping both you and i could move on,”

“i got sidetracked,” ace admitted, fingers now pushing away your hair from your shoulders behind your back, and the way your face shone from the moon’s reflection had his stomach tumbling with fondness. “the deal was initially to fool around, and the more we took it further, i focused less on our friendship and more on what could’ve been a potential relationship.”

your glistening eyes watched in anticipation, waiting for him to do anything. the way his fingertips left traces of warmth all over your skin, the way his dark eyes grazed all over your facial features, the soft smile he gave you— you wanted him to kiss you like he meant it.

“and i can’t believe how stupid i’d been. i talked things out with marco, and he made me realize i needed to come find you and settle this straight once and for all.”

settle this…? “ace, what are you implying?” you asked, hoping desperation didn’t leak through your voice. you were hoping he was implying just what you thought he was. you wanted nothing else other than him, and no amount of money or dates or dick could ever change that.

he flicked you a charming smile, “y/n, let’s try it again, but properly this time. can i be yours? if you’ll have me of course,” his left hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb smoothening your soft skin.

your stomach tightened. your heart erupted in butterflies. you felt a shorten of breath, throat suddenly clogging and mouth dry. was this a joke? surely this couldn’t have been real. you’d been longing for him for so long, you were scared you were gonna wake up and realize ace was never yours in the first place.

but, at the feel of his calloused fingers caressing your cheek, brown eyes staring down at you deeply, the warmth of his body hitting you all at once with his unique scent, you knew this was far from a dream. it all felt too real.

and as ecstatic as you were, you were also an asshole. and so, for the fun of it, you brought your hand to the one resting on your face and when his face lit up you almost felt bad for what you were about to do, “i’ve already moved on, ace…”

his smile dropped, and you swear you heard his heart shatter. you held back a laugh, watching as his own eyes began to water, slowly retracting his hand from your cheek.

“ah, i see…” he trailed off awkwardly, and you wanted to stop but you needed to see how this would play out. “of course. it’s my fault anyway, so i get it.”

“yeah..” you trailed off yourself, out of words to fill in the silence. you watched as he gulped, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek out of reflex. he looked on the verge of tears and you really didn’t want to bring him that far but you wanted to push it just a little further, “i’m sorry ace, but i found somebody else.”

“o-oh,” he nodded, eyes boring to the rocky floor beneath you both. he bit his lip, eyebrows scrunching as he most likely held back his tears, “well, i wish the both of you the best—”

“oh my god ace, fuck i’m sorry, i’m joking!” you broke out of character, a laugh escaping you before you could help it. you revelled in the way he jolted in surprise, teary eyes widening and his lips parted in shock. he looked like a dumb puppy, and your chest only blossomed further with warmth.

“y/n, what the fuck?” he whined, pouting childishly as he softly shoved your shoulder. you doubled over, laughter consuming you as the taller boy continued to mumble about how he was ready to sob on the floor in seconds tops.

“i’m sorry but you deserved it,” you wiped a tear from your eye, giggling at the idea of him crying over your rejection.

“i guess… but still?!” he rolled his eyes sassily, hands resting on his hips. “i was about to fly out of here in tears, you fucking sadist!”

“my apologies, best friend,” you emphasized, leaning closer towards him, and when his arms snaked to your waist with practiced ease, you flung your arms over his neck, fingers fondling the nape of his hair.

“apology not accepted,” he complained, and you rolled your eyes playfully at his attitude. as if he had any right to deny an apology, you thought but decided to bite your tongue. “you’ll have to prove to me you’re actually sorry.”

“is there something i could do to earn your forgiveness?” you played into his game, subconsciously pushing forward, the familiarity of his eyes pulling you into a trance.

ace hummed in faux thought, his eyes flicking from your glossy lips back to your seductive gaze. his infamous smirk etched on his face, flashing his boyish grin, as his fingers massaged the flesh of your waist with delicacy.

“gimme a kiss and i’ll consider it.”

“you’ll consider it?” you giggled, and when ace sassily rolled his eyes, you nodded, pressing your chest onto his bare one. you felt the grip around your hips tighten, and you tilted your head to the side, your own lips parting.

you watched as he hypnotically leaned in, falling to your charms, and you mentally high fived yourself for being able to make the ace all dazed and blushy like a schoolgirl.

“consider it done, pretty boy.” you smiled prettily, and finally locked lips with the man your heart had yearned for months.

he’s such a slut ugh.

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂#portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece #x reader

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neidermayers-mindd · 1 month

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And with that commences my first fanfic haha

Kind of short but still good

⚠ CONTENT WARNING — semi-public sex, oral (male receiving), oral (fem receiving, implied), degradation, blindfolding, things get rough; fem!reader, overall smut. MDNI 18+

Author's note: So we all know how 'Young Metro' got released right. I just love the way Abel looks with that bandana on. I had to write this LMFAO don't blame me

Masked Pleasures — The Weeknd / Abel Tesfaye x Fem!Reader

You were the girlfriend of Abel Tesfaye — therefore, that meant you had to deal with jealous fans, paparazzi and, most importantly, being there when your boyfriend had to work, which you never complained of; you supported Abel no matter what he was doing.

So, naturally, when you were asked to tag along to shoot a video, you happily complied — you loved the unique ideas of each music video and knowing what would happen behind the scenes; moreover, spending time with your boyfriend was pure serotonin for you.

However, you did not expect Abel to put a bandana on — and, holy shit, he was hot in it. Not that his face wasn't pretty - he did have a smile that could melt you in mere seconds, but that damned bandana made your clit ache.

This meant that, during the short filming break, you told him to keep the bandana on when he came to see how you were doing, now draped around the lower half of his face in a lazy fashion, as you sucked him off.

Your mouth was full of his cock, throbbing between your lips and down your throat as you took him, tongue swirling on his pulsating length, and you looked up, only being able to see your boyfriend's lower half of his face, covered in the cloth, as his head was thrown back, one hand holding your hair in a ponytail. Usually, you'd see his mouth slightly parted, or see him mouth curse words that seemed, sometimes, too filthy even for him — now, you just had to assume he was doing the same. The uncertainty was hot, and something about him being masked like that made your panties soak with your arousal.

"God, baby", you heard Abel moan lowly, "such a good slut for me." His breathing was heavy and one of his hands was gripping on the seat below him. "Couldn't even fucking wait to get home to be used." His other hand tightened its grasp around your hair to slowly guide you, your head bobbing up and down on his dick; he looked down, seeing his half-lidded, lust-filled eyes staring right at you, as he took in the sight, before his hips bucked violently, using your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

You gagged around his dick — you half-expected it, as Abel would be rough during sex, but he was too into it to even think of doing this. He groaned, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm through the erratic thrusts, and you could feel it from his familiar twitching. Soon enough, he stopped you, dick still in your mouth as his hand trembled around your hair, letting out a grunt as he came, thick ropes of hot cum painting your mouth and throat.

Abel looked down, his shoulders de-tensing, taking his bandana off to reveal a slightly teasing smile. "Damn, did the bandana turn you on this much?" He let out a small chuckle as you looked away, embarrassingly, after gulping down his load. "Oh shut up Abel." You retorted — before you could continue, the cloth was now being tied on your face, right on top of your eyes, feeling its warmth from Abel's breath and his scent on it. Your body was promptly lifted off the floor by your boyfriend, your knees feeling the floor one more time before you were put on the same seat as Abel was on before, thighs spread apart as you felt his hands snaking towards your soaking wet panties.

"Your turn, babygirl."

#the weeknd #the weeknd x reader #smut #the weeknd smut #abel tesfaye #abel tesfaye x reader #the weeknd imagine #imagine

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grievedeeply · 1 year

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Begging on my hands and for some nsfw headcanons for Freyr

this had me kicking my feet and twirling my hair freyr is sooo sexy im serious LMFAO but thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy!

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tags: switch!reader, switch!freyr, teasing/orgasm denial, dry humping, breeding kink, public sex, oral sex (freyr and reader receiving), hair pulling, voyeurism (he joins), dumbification, praise kink, probably more too

freyr nsfw headcanons

freyr gets turned on really easily. it doesn't matter where he is. it just happens, especially if you're around. he could just be thinking of you and get hard sometimes

he's very respectful of you, but his eyes do tend to wander. he'll stare at your chest or your butt without even realizing he's doing it and, before he knows it, he's turned on

he loves having sex. he will never turn it down. it helps him relax and calm himself down if he's feeling angry or upset, too. and it makes him feel good, so it's a win win in his eyes

he loves being dominant for a few reasons. one... he thinks you are sooo sexy when you're writhing underneath him, begging for his fingers, his dick, anything for your release

and two, it feels good to be in control. but it's mostly because of the first reason

whenever he's playing the dominant role, he tends to tease. he'll get you so close to your orgasm, only to pull his fingers out of you and look at you with that shit eating grin

you'll have to beg him to finally let you cum. it's so hot when you beg, but he will eventually give in

but when he's submissive? he's so loud. you'll have to hold your hand over his mouth to keep him quiet enough to not get caught

he ruts up into you, his clothed dick rubbing against your core. he's desperate to cum, but you won't let him until he begs, giving him a taste of his own medicine

freyr has a breeding kink. the thought of having kids is a bit scary, but he loves the idea of having a family with you and raising them together

it turns him on a LOT to think of you pregnant because of him. he is the god of fertility, so expect him to be really into the mating press position whenever he wants to try to get you pregnant

public sex and the thought of getting caught is something that he's always been into. he'll fuck you against a wall in a hallway, around a corner away from a party, or even right in front of people— slipping his hands into your pants to finger you

also, nicknames are a really big thing for him in general so they definitely carry over into his sex life

"doing so good for me, baby" "you feel so good, sweetheart" "hold on a little longer, honey"

he'd whisper those little comments in your ear, his voice so soft but soooo hot oh my god

also really into oral sex. whether it be him going down on you or vice versa, he loves it

he loves eating you out. he knows just where to put his tongue to make your eyes roll back into your skull. he'll look up at you through his eyelashes, his gaze never drifting from you as he eats you out like you're his last meal

buuut.. he also loves when you suck his dick. he'll pull at your hair, thrusting deep into your throat in desperation. his moans would be so loud, too— not able to hold himself back as you move your tongue around his tip

he enjoys quickies to an extent. if he's crunched on time, but he needs you, he'll pull you into a closet and just go at it. he'll still be hard, it just turns him on more to have one— but he doesn't care

he's really into boobs. if you have them, expect him to suck at them and bite them so much he'll leave marks

if he walks in on you touching yourself, moaning his name, he would stay. he'd have the biggest smirk on his face, too

"you just can't cum without me, huh?"

you'd whine, and he'd be rock solid by that point. not that he wasn't already hearing you moan out his name when you thought he wasn't around

kiss his neck, and he's melting like putty in your arms. he'd moan and whine, hoping that you'll slip your hand around his dick and jerk him off for awhile to make him cum. you hardly ever do, though. just to tease him

he loves hearing the sound of your wet cunt when he thrusts into you. it's like music to his ears. it makes him feel so good about himself when he realizes only he can make you that wet

spelling his name out with his tongue against your clit as he eats you out... <3 just a little reminder of who makes you feel that good

he will not degrade you, even if you want him to. even the thought of it makes him feel icky and gross, he just can't talk about you that way even if you're into it. but he will praise you

he'll sing his praises to you as soon as he starts touching you, compliments just falling out of his mouth nonstop. it's very cute honestly

imagine just getting him sooo close to his release that he can't even speak. all he could do is moan, his hands desperately grabbing at any part of you he could reach as you bounce on his cock....... i love the dumbification thought about him

but he'd do the same to you. making you so cockdumb all you can say is his name.....

scratching at his back is something that really turns him on too. it hurts a bit, but he's into it and he doesn't mind it

freyr makes love. he has sex to show his admiration and adoration for you, not for any other reason. it's evident in everything he does

he can be incredibly gentle when it comes to sex, too. he'll cradle you in his arms, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck. his thrusts would be so soft, but he'd still whimper out your name

really rough sex usually only happens when he's frustrated or angry, and it's a way to help him release those emotions. you never mind

definitely the type of guy to put you up on the counter and fuck you there. even better if there's people around and the only thing covering up his bare dick is your clothes

he lives by the "don't knock it till you try it" mentality, and he will try anything you might suggest! he wants to make you feel good first and foremost, so he's willing to do whatever you ask him to at least once

also, his aftercare is top notch!! he cleans you up, kissing all over your body as he does so to help you wind down from your intense orgasms. he's the sweetest honestly :")

he essentially worships your body during sex, and that always stays the same no matter how he may be feeling

he thinks of himself as the luckiest man alive to have someone like you in his life, and that carries over into your sexual relationship with him <3

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#god of war #gow #god of war x reader #gow x reader #freyr god of war x reader #freyr x reader

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slut4mika · 2 years

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𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑…

➳ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 - 𝘧𝘵. 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.

#TAGS!? - angst. afab!fem! reader. toxic! eren. dubious consent. unhealthy depictions of romantic relationships. praise. breeding.

#NOTE!? - this is so not proofread oops 😭 anyways this should Not have turned angsty i just thought toxic!eren was hot but then it turned sad so SORRY AB THAT LMFAO fluff fics coming soon (maybe)

"you're such a piece of shit," you spit, hitting eren's chest with every word, delivering an especially hard shove at the last word, "you can't keep doing this to me" all you wanted was to get high out of your mind while watching a dumb horror movie, but eren just had to bring up your date with armin. "for fuck's sake eren, we aren't even dating"

"doesn't mean you can just give it up for my best friend. like what the fuck? now what? you're riding his dick 24/7?" he still manages to keep his nonchalance, in fact chuckling at the thought of you even with another guy. "so you can go behind my back while we are in an actual relationship, you get to stick your dick in anyone that wants it, but the second i go on a date with a guy after you broke up with me its the end of the fucking world?" you can hardly believe how fucking ridiculous it sounds out loud. eren doesn't say anything, the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. his eyebrow was cocked slightly and there was a ghost of a smile on his stupid fucking perfect lips. "you think this is fucking funny?" you chuckle in utter disbelief, turning away from him as you blink tears away from your eyes.

you cross your arms and look around the room, doing anything to keep your eyes off his awful, beautiful face. why don't you just tell him to leave? you think, but you know why. "come on baby," you feel his arms wrap around your waist, his lips brushing against your neck, "i know you like this thing we got. i know you miss me, pretty girl. otherwise you wouldn't have let me come over, hm? you wouldn't let me touch you like this" you can feel his smile on your neck as you shiver at the sensation of his hands traveling maybe a little too far than the situation should have allowed. he cups your breasts in his big, calloused hands, his thumb rubbing your mounds gently as he would your hand when he used to hold it. "i hate you so fucking much" you whisper between moans as eren pulls and rolls your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. he laughs mockingly, "yeah?" and you know he wants it to be mean and yet you let him move one of his hands into your shamefully soaked panties, "say that again" his ring finger slowly circled your pulsing clit and he grinned at how positively wet you were just from arguing from him. what did he say, huh? "i h-hate- fuck i hate you" you could hardly string three words together, the only thing you hated more than eren was the way you fell apart for him so easily.

"so pretty, always so cute drooling over just my fingers... baby i haven't even put them in yet" he laughs as if he is so innocent. he thinks it's funny, he thinks its cute to toy with you. and you let him. because even though he is such a dick, god he's so fucking hot right now. "eren stop just- you're such a tease" your thighs subconsciously rub together, trapping his hand between your legs. "what? you want me? what do you want princess?" he knows what you want but what he really wants is for you to say it.

"you know eren just- please touch me" you halfheartedly beg, wishing he'll take it but of course, he knows you like the back of his hand. "touch you? where?" he teases, fingers feathering gently over your hardened nipples once again, "here? or maybe... you want something filthier?" his hand snakes up to you neck, letting it rest there before he squeezes it lightly. you whimper, biting your lip to hide your excitement. "oh you liked that, didn't you?" you shake your head as you look down in shame - you're lying to yourself. his grip on you tightened and your pussy did the same, pulsing and twitching at the action. "i know you want me angel, just say it and i'll give you want i know you want so badly" he pouts meanly as he grips your neck, as if you were just a toy. you couldn't take it anymore. "e-eren please! want it... want you" you choke out, your chest rising and falling, as if it was begging with you. he lets go of the grasp on your neck but not before giving it an extra squeeze. you turn around frantically, going in to kiss him quickly. he refuses to break the kiss while he walks you to the couch, accidentally bumping into the coffee table and you think you hear something fall and maybe even break but you couldn’t care less. he lays you down, hooking his fingers on your shorts and panties to discard of both of them. he leaves a gentle kiss on your calf which contrasted to the harsh way he pried around your legs and spitting so meanly on your clit, watching his saliva slide down your slit. he smirks when you shiver at the action, trying to press your thighs together from embarassment. "don't get shy on me now, pretty girl, let me take care of you" you do your best to hide how obviously flustered but eren saw right through you. "so wet for me. who's got you so worked up huh?" before you can even reply, he licks a long stripe up your folds and grinning. his mouth then latches on your clit, suckling it and tongue swirling around it as your mouth falls open. "fuck..." you whisper, head lulling back as your hand tangles into his hair. he laps up at your drooling slit while one of his hands comes up to tease your nipples and rolling them between his pointer finger and thumb.

"love this pussy so much, tastes so fucking good baby" he moans as he inserts a finger, awing at how easily it slides in. your facial expressions said it all, this man eats you out like a fucking god. finding it harder and harder to not grind on his face, you opt to run a hand through his tied up hair and when you pull it you feel the vibrations rush up your body from his groans. "eren- god please don't stop" the feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit, sucking and swiping as you cry out for him was too much for only, what? a couple minutes? your thighs begin to press against the sides of his head and he laughs when you find yourself subconciously doing what you were too embarassed to do before. "practically riding my face princess," he laughed, maliciously curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot you so desperately were wishing he'd hit, "feel that good huh?" you could hardly stand how cocky he was but you're too lost in him to come up with a witty retort. you nod, hand in his hair coming up to cover your mouth to hide the quiet chanting of his name, but he knows you better than that. "come on, wanna see that pretty face when you cum" you hesitantly remove your hand, letting him watch you while you play with your tits. he never lets you break eye contact, staring into your eyes especially when you gush all over his face, shaking and grinding into him as you chase your high.

he comes up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his wet lips. as you unbuckle his belt to take his cock out, he peppers kisses up and down your neck, moaning when you give him a few strokes before aligning it to your clenching cunt.

“fuck so- so tight god,” he says, sinking into your pussy, cock disappearing in your plush walls, “just like that baby shit” you hate how he’s inside you, you hate how you let him do this but most of all you hate how he looks so in love with you. “oh god fuck” you moan and you think that maybe you hate how big his dick more than that lovesick look in his eyes, because damn, eren makes hard not to go practically cross eyed. any plan to exude your hatred was immedietly halted when your hand flies to your clit, fingers circling your clit frantically. "that's it angel make yourself feel good" he sighs, shamelessly moaning and squeezing his eyes shut. his hands shake as he grips your hips practically fucking you on his cock. your back arches off of the couch, nails clawing at his forearm. you wrap your legs around his back, begging him for some sort of intimacy and he thinks to himself that maybe its time to let you have this one thing. you can hardly think about the aftermath of your mistakes as your nails dig into his back, all you can afford yourself to think about is how fucking good his cock feels pistoning into your poor cunt. "eren fuck- gonna cum eren pleasepleaseplease," you cry out for him and you hold him close as you cream around him with your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "that's right, cum on my cock," he grits, feeling his own orgasm approach at just the sight of your fucked out face, "look so beautiful crying baby fuck you're so perfect, my perfect angel"

he always loved how dumb you got, how drunk you got off of him. but more than that, he had always adored how you came back to him every time. it didnt matter if you believed him or not, if he treated you well or not. as long as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear when he cums, as long as you feel likes he finally wants you even for just a second - "oh shit princess 'm gonna f-fucking cum, gonna give you my babies god fuck, want you to have my fucking babies" - he knows you will come back. so when he spills his seed in you, that stupid, stupid grin lies on his lips and his lies rest on his tongue just as they always had. and you know it.

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chthonicgodling · 5 months

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(April’s)Huevember - Day 24!

featuring: Enya & Neo!

[in which I’ve made my very own #Huevember wheel this year (that you can use too! Pls tag me I’d LOVE to see!) - unabridged version continues, including a wide array of Elysium’verse characters across the rainbow!]

MORE purple fun this time backtracking again to a curlier babier Neo (age 10/11??) and an Elysium rarity, her personal Weapon Trainer Enyalios “Enya” !! NOTES:

Enya is drawn so infrequently that I still don’t really know how to draw him BUT I really like how he looks here!! the mustache is cute I think :-))

also these two were a natural choice for this pic bc Neo’s gloves are usually this shade of purple

SOO ENYA AND NEO! when Neo - caption recap, budding Goddess of Gentle Death, seen here as a child, currently 17 years old todayyy -was gifted her scythe from her eventual mentor Ker, Tory tracked down Enya all the way from Mt. Olympus to teach her how to use the thing. Enya is actually Ares’ son and so he’s kindave normal! Er, by chthonic standpoints of course and in the sense that he’s not a dick - he IS a little bit uhh. Weapon crazy. as one would be, as Son of Ares and literal god of weaponry -

but he’s great with kids and showing kids how to use sharp objects!! Neo adores him and she has certainly picked up some cool tricks

Enya is a background background character but 👁️ in current canon when Raz turned 11 a few months ago, his birthday present by request was to start training with Enya TOO to start learning how to use… some sort of mystery weapon. I STILL don’t know where Fenixe’s going with that so?!!?!?! Your guess is as good as mine we’ll all find out one day?!?! AH! so I’m sure he’ll pop up again soon!

Enya belongs to @fenixethekid AND!! tomorrow is my fave of the whole month honestly so stay tuned lmfao 💜💜💞 click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

#aceprilhuevember #AceprilHuevember 2023 #huevember #Huevember 2023 #huevember2023 #my art

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landograndprix · 1 year

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clarity ✾ c.l

summary – in which Charles and reader can't get along until they do.

a/n – requests are open!

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y/nusername

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y/nusername definitely not what we expected after some issues during practice and qualifying but p2 is a welcome suprise. We'll keep pushing and give our all next week.

tagged: scuderiaferrari

y/nfan32 you killed it today ❤️

scuderiaferrari girl power 🙌

zhou_ey the battle between you and max was the highlight of the race, a well deserved p1 & p2 if you ask me.

charles_leclerc 👏👏

carlando_ boy are you being hold hostage, is she holding a gun against your head? what are you doing here?💀

tifosired Fred doing everything to make them like each other I see 😂

lunaaar he didn't 👏👏 when they 'bumped' into each other in the media pen 😂

daisyyy lmao not y/n her fault he ended in p6, boy is always mad when she finishes higher

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f1.memes

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f1.memes a collection of charles' face whenever someone mentioned y/n in HIS interviews 🤣

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leclerc_16 lmfao stop this man is too much sometimes

thurthur lando liking this is sending me 😭

dannyric3 the grid knows

thurthur like half the world knows lol

norrisfour y'all think he sends this to charles and y/n 🤡

thurthur oh definitely :')

maxmaxver y/n just suck his dick already, he's done waiting

emmaaaa 😭 😭 y'all too much

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maxmaxver we just know it's what will ease the air between them 👀

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc pole and p1 this weekend🏆

car was feeling really great, amazing team effort @/scuderiaferrari ❤️

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marck6 phenomenal race once again!

leclerccharles16 😍😍

scuderiaferrari thats how we do it 👏

damian00 took you long enough to get them a good enough car

tifosi_16 always our p1 🥰

y/nusername 🏆🏆

leklerkc Charles holding a gun against y/n's head right now 😆

y/nfan289 Charles said comment on my post like I was forced to do last week 💀

norlando "Okay at least I got a podium too unlike you last week." – y/n probably after Charles forced her to comment :')

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y/nusername

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y/nusername summer break with the kids 🐶 😺

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y/nfan4 I would in fact die for ruby and milo if I need to

charlie_16 ruby and roscoe playdate when?

hammyton didn't they try that before but ruby is like terrified of roscoe 😭

y/nleclercc yeah they met in Monaco last year and my girl ruby was like 'is that a boy? Disgusting, get me outta here.' 😂

bott_ass imagine being afraid of roscoe :')

Zhouey24 why's milo staring at me like that what does he want..my soul?

y/nusername the more the merrier 😻

landonorris what book are you reading, racing for dummies?

y/nusername bet you laughed real hard at that when you thought of it..

y/nusername I'll give it to you after the break, god knows you need it

landonorris ouch..okay

landoscar 💀 welp if charles and y/n isn't going to happen, let it be these two

ferraricharles Charles what are you doing here? 🤣

chilisainz 👀 👀

Hannahh don't think we don't see you Charles

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landonorris posted on his story

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y/nusername

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y/nusername team-building or something..I don't know, something in the contract that we didn't read when signing it..kinda fancy him I guess ❤️

tagged: charles_leclerc

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grussel63 we've come a long way lads but we've made it, they've finally seen the light. Good job everyone 👏

ricricdaniel took y'all long enough..:))

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

y/nusername ❤️❤️

scuderiaferrari what a team 👏

sainzjr55 yall better keep an eye on the drivers' rooms 💀

charlesnyn finally 🥰🥰

danielricciardo @/landonorris so when are we going on some team-building trip?

landonorris soon, I'm planning something as we speak

danielricciardo thanks babe

norrylando when I tell you I love the grid, this is what I meant 💀

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles x y/n #charles leclerc fanfic #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc au

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lifblogs · 8 months

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Thanks for the tag @vanillachip10!

what book are you currently reading? The Silmarillion by J. R. R. Tolkien, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins, A Soul of Ash and Blood by Jennifer L. Armentrout, Dracula by Bram Stoker, and Moby-Dick by Herman Melville.

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? Puss in Boots: The Last Wish! Can't really go to theaters anymore.

what do you usually wear? Currently, basically living in pajamas. Shorts and a cat t-shirt. I do like to wear dresses though, especially since they're less painful to change into than pants.

how tall are you? So I was 5'3 when I was 20, right? Recently found out I'm 5'4 and I'm horrified. Take me back! Shrink me!

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Aries, and I share a birthday with Cobie Smulders who plays Maria Hill in the MCU, so that's pretty cool. Ooh, and apparently Adam Scott. Also found out about this while looking it up:

1974 U.S.A. - 148 Tornadoes

1974 : 148 tornadoes hit North America from Georgia to Canada within 16 hours and at times there were as many as 15 separate tornadoes on the ground at one time. The Super Outbreak affected a total of 11 US states and Ontario in Canada.

The irony. I'm terrified of tornadoes.

do you go by your name or a nickname? I have a close family nickname that I have tried going by outside of family, and my god it feels weird. Since I'm bed-bound, currently just hearing a lot of Li, and Li-Li. I have tried going by Lif just a little bit, but I'm too terrified to really try.

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? lmfao Gonna just laugh my way off stage and the lights go out.

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? Nope, but would weirdly love to be in one right now. Probably because of the loneliness. No crush, but I basically got a crush on any tall person I see.

what’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? Fantastic at writing, I believe. Bad at art, which I could work on since I have the talent, but meh.

dogs or cats? Cats live in my soul. My son is a cat. I do love animals though, so dogs are great. They're just not my kitties.

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? Possibly this line: "Sokka didn’t want to be a soldier anymore, didn’t want to defeat the Fire Nation. He just wanted to be in his dad’s arms, warm despite howling wind outside and temperatures that would freeze his nose off if he was out in the cold for more than two minutes. He wanted home, he wanted peace."

what’s something you’d like to create content for? I'd perish if I got to work on Good Omens.

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Oh, too much. Good Omens. Somehow still Supernatural. Tales of Arcadia. Teen Wolf is sneaking its way back in there. The Lord of the Rings. Always Star Wars.

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? Healthcare.

what’s a hidden talent of yours? Dolphin impression.

are you religious? Buddhist, and not as devout as I should be.

what’s something you wish to have at this moment? Healing.

Sorry, not tagging anyone. Just really not feeling well.

#tag game #about me

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holocephal1 · 6 months

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thank you @pocketsizedquasar for tagging me :0 !

LAST SONG: Death, Thrice Drawn by The Scary Jokes

FAVORITE COLOR: lavender-y purple or deep turquoise

CURRENTLY WATCHING: uh?? im technically in the middle of rewatching various things, namely hannibal and the terror, but they're both slow going.

LAST MOVIE: The Lighthouse!!! weird fucking movie. i really liked it but GOD DAMN . that thing sure can psychosexual lmfao

CURRENTLY READING: umm started but didn't finish On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous and now my borrow time has run out.

LAST THING I GOOGLED: sleuth or dare (kids book series i used to love)

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY: i have a massive sweet tooth. sweet, savory, spicy. i like spicy food but im a bit of a coward about it.

CURRENT OBSESSION: i think currently the terror. though im having a moby dick flare, too... and various video games. not really deeply obsessed with anything at the moment, just bouncing around like a ping-pong ball.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: not a whole lot, unfortunately! lots of little zines. im making a shark zine, there's that. and- oh, i guess the terror Lighthouse Keeper AU too. tagging: uhmm. @regicidal-defenestration @fluff-support @whiteworms @spineless-lobster @jacktorrancekinny and anyone else who feels so inclined!

#babbling

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bigboobshaunt · 1 year

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I posted 3,098 times in 2022

214 posts created (7%)

2,884 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@heywizards

@redmoondreams

@calamitaswrath

@iavenjqasdf

@kibibarel

I tagged 3,071 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#pokémon - 849 posts

#bayonetta - 152 posts

#tloz - 152 posts

#pokémon legends arceus - 145 posts

#monster hunter - 87 posts

#animal crossing - 50 posts

#fave - 46 posts

#dark souls - 46 posts

#mm - 45 posts

#personal - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#my only nitpick was using gen vi as a backdrop for the mewtwo fight like anyone associated it with that? flop behavior

My Top Posts in 2022:

Ohhhh my god they are friends 😭

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See the full post

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Live Slug Reaction is my favorite Bloodborne ending

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Jeanne is such a fucking dork lmfao

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My #1 post of 2022

I feel like any read of NitW that concludes that you're meant to dislike Mae because "she is a horrible person," which there are many of, is a reading that fundamentally misunderstands the game and how it forces you to key in to her humanity and hopes you empathize with her.

I think my favorite moment like that is at lategame in an optional conversation with Pastor K where Mae ends up upset at how the pastor said she also has difficulty believing in god sometimes.

Of course even Mae realizes she just behaved like a dick to Kate by asking her what the point of her job is if she can't definitively tell people that a higher power is real... and Kate is 100% correct in saying that it wouldn't actually do any good for her to get up in church and tally how many times she believed during that week. It's a discussion about Faith.

But it's important to see that interaction in concert with what's happening in Mae's life: not just the mental illness she's dealing with, but also that time she met who she believed to be God... and it pretty much told her it doesn't really care.

Mae's young adult alienation is a key theme of the game and at that moment, all she wanted was to have someone tell her there is an easy answer to everything, but once again, Pastor K correctly tells her there isn't one... which ties back into what the cat god said... and once again makes Mae feel lost, directionless and adrift in life.

You can understand why, even though she messes up a lot, sometimes on purpose, sonetimes not, she would feel the way she does - and making the climax of the plot heavily tied into her emotional journey is cogent with a narrative that wants people to get better, even if it may not happen all at once.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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homiro · 1 year

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Only saw this now, rip. Thanks for the tag @valkaryah i don't need to tell you that Ily but I will anyway. True Queen

Nickname: Sil

Sign: Scorpio

Height: 166cm (5'6'')

Last thing I googled: Madara Natsume Yuujinchou (I needed to show him to a friend)

Number of followers: 480 or something I'm on mobile sorry I won't check because that's too much trouble and I'm in a mood, but thanks for being here y'all

Amount of sleep: 4-5 hours, less if I don't take a bunch of benzos lol yes hello I'm addict I'm not flexing it's bad and I can't do rehab at this time

Dream job: I do not dream of labour /hj I guess I'd like to write but I'm mid so

Wearing: right now old school undershirt, pyjama bottoms, underwear, Christmas socks

Movies/books that summarise you: assuming this means my faves and the stuff that I relate to the most or has the biggest impact on me, for movies I'm gonna say Warhorse, Coco, Django Unchained, Interstellar, Paddington (both yes, judge all you like), Mr Bean's Holiday. For books it's gotta be The Old Man and the Sea, The Process, and Moby Dick.

Favourite song: God I hate this question lmao I love a lot of songs and don't really have a favourite. But I suppose Che sarà by Achille Lauro, Mille by Achille Lauro, Fedez and Orietta Berti, 1/3 Junjou na Kanjou by Siam Shade, Dust in the Wind by Kansas, Hurt the Johnny Cash version, Everyday by Buddy Holly, La Bamba by Ritchie Valens, Under the Boardwalk and Up on the Roof by the Drifters, and Abissale by Tananai. Those are the ones at the moment some of them are recurrent ones lol

Favourite instrument: the violin and the acoustic guitar

Aesthetic: I don't have one. Hobo chic if you want to call it something lmfao I like vintage stuff but that's mostly because I'm poor and old technology lasts longer and is currently quite cheap (eh.: CDs and cassette tapes not vinyls I don't have a player and they're expensive now that people are getting into that stuff again). I'd say I'm pretty old fashioned and if I time travelled to like the 80s the only thing that'd give me away would be my phone lmao

Favourite author: Ernest Hemingway

Random fun fact: one time when I was a kid I put a dried up dog turd inside a tuna tin and gave it to my aunt as a prank

Aish, I'm not tagging anyone I feel so hated right now I just don't feel like it. But uh yeah do it if you want. It's fun and it's whatever nobody cares.

#negative #tag game #personal #long post

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drunkjaked · 2 years

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GAWD HELLO tumblr didn't notify me that you answered my ask but then again tumblr's always acting up 😤 i'm days late but i hope ur throat's all good now <3 !! i also caught up to ur dazed fic and it was 😨😨😨😨 just Wow Amazing Brilliant Would Sell My Soul For It

BUT ALSO FORREAL ON THE WEATHER THING ,, it's so intensely hot these days but it's always somehow freezing at night like make it make sense ! pls ! thank you !

!!!! i had a dream a few hours ago after my nap and it was 😪 like atp i'm tryna get dick again irl but all i can think of is sunghoon's LMFAO ... genuinely beginning to think these r the side effects of covering for my co-worker's shift for almost four days straight send help 🪦🪦🪦

anyways dw for the late reply !! 'cause this one's even later 🥸

— 🌿 anon (aka ur beloved chia ; here's to my emoji appearances ;)

HIIIIII 🌿AYEEEEEEE congrats on ur emoji debut, i’ll sort out ur tags ASAP (ooohhhh ooooohhh) ‼️ this app needs a lot of work and revision but i love her 🫶

i’m feeling much much much better it was like a one day thing apparently 🙄 someone’s praying on my downfall and it’s WORKING 👎👎👎

AGHHHHHH UR IN UR HERB-DAZED ERA THIS IS THE COMEBACK 🕺🕺🕺 i’m super glad to hear that u enjoyed it bff that means a lot i was kinda worried about it idk but THANK U FOR UR SWEETNESS 🫂

see here it’ll be like pretty hot out and then just TORRENTIAL RAIN outta nowhere (i mean it’s always in the forecast but still) like .. it’s very irritating, the nights are pretty cold here though #NoClouds 🚫☁️

my dreams are SO weird these days like.. i haven’t had one in a while but here’s the last one i did have

like??? anyways. THOUGHTS OF SUNGHOON’S COCK ARE AT AN ALL TIME HIGH 👎👎👎 it’s problematic.. i can’t shake the thought of him it’s irritating but i hope you’re able to satiate your need for dick 🙏🙏🙏

YOUVE COVERED SHIFTS FOUR DAYS IN A ROW??? you’re actually an angel you’re angelic you’re an amazing person 🫶🫶🫶 everyone cheer for 🌿!!! god i just hope you’re able to rest soon, u deserve it ‼️ look after urself bae, talk soon i hope 🤍🎈💌🫀

#sry about the length of this on the dash forgive me but the readmore thing never works for me 🥹#when the post has a picture anyway.. forgive me 🧎#🌿 anon #saxophonist 💌🫀#s name media

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partyinthemysterymachine · 4 years

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as a classic cats fan what did you think of the 2019 movie?

FOREWARD: i have full respect to those who enjoyed CATS 2019 and show their support and engage in that part of the fandom. rock on. very truly, honestly, sincerely, i hope you have a blast and create and share and have the best of times. welcome to the fandom, it’s great to have you here; thank you for joining us and i really, really do mean that from the bottom of my heart and soul. it really makes me happy that CATS has become something good for you like it is, and has been, for so many of us. i’m ecstatic to see the fandom expanding and i’m so very serious about that.

unfortunately this is the time to jump ship if you don’t want to hear any more complaints about it. thank you and ilu all and once again, welcome to the fold, i love that you’re joining us and y’all being here honey butters my toast xoxo

there was a 2019 movie?

runs hands down face

from the very first sneeze of an idea of doing a CATS movie went around being speculated in what.. 2012?? i have been against it because i knew it wouldn’t be done right. what i really wanted, really hoped for, what the fandom very honestly deserves and STILL does to this day and beyond is another honest, no dances cut, full on professionally shot video of the stage production again.

i’m still putting my hand to the cold glass and pulling my thin shawl around my shoulders as i gaze past the rain blurring the dreary world outside and sighing a tremendous, weary sigh because Hamilton is getting a full professionally-shot stage movie...... and CATS likely won’t ever.. and how cruel that is.

(not hatin on Hamilton, btw; im just old and bitter LOL i have zero hard feelings towards Hamilton and honestly good for them for getting that done, they deserve it)

so...... listen. i appreciate the thought and commitment to making a CATS movie. i think the biggest thing that busted my balls about it was the use and execution of the CGI cat people. ofc this is a big thing in a lot of opinions. but i’ve always been sitting here like.......

there are... decades of fanart. decades of productions and photos and costume design. but the fan. art. did anyone go in and look at it? artists have been drawing these characters a wide variety of ways, but when it boils down to the anthropomorphic take on it, i thought it was pretty damn clear how good it could look. i feel like they should have been diggin in the CATS art trenches all this time, all these years, and really taken all these artistic interpretations very seriously to heart.

it felt like a slap in the face when they overhauled nearly everyone’s design/look to the point where i don’t even know who i’m looking at. and listen, i’m here for redesigns, don’t get me wrong. i dug Jason Derulo’s Tugger design. i dug Idris Elba’s Macavity base idea because he was made a shorthair and clearly all source material says otherwise? and where’s the ginger, mate??

(NOTE: in the b’way revival the new Macavity costume is easily 99% black in contrast to the original design in which the costume was 95% red and orange. stark difference. “Macavity’s a ginger cat” contradicts the revival costume a bit since, again, it’s largely black. so in its defense, the costume’s red/orange accents are well placed and the black pays more tribute to the “very tall and thin” aspect he’s supposed to have. (the old costume was wild and hairy, it kinda puffed him out a bit, esp with the much fuller and taller wig.) the revival wig is more on par with main wigs, and it has that coppery color, the makeup is simplistic (as it needs to be added on to Plato) and the color use FOR base Plato brings out the red and etc etc etc. i like the revival costume; it didn’t go overboard on the reds and oranges, it was sleek and powerful, and oh my god you’ve got fingergless gloves with fucking fringe there is a MANE wiht FRINGE who designed that bc i gotta kiss em and offer a piece of my heart and soul)

everything felt muddled, disorganized, foreign, and god why did we do Jennyanydots that why please why are the cockroaches people please are you all ok in production? blink twice if you need help

oh yeah and the fat jokes. i think we were supposed to be getting over that but ok

very interesting thing with Macavity kidnapping the potentials. kinda dug that. fuck it up, Skimbleshanks

and speaking of fuckin Skimbleshanks you have no idea how much of my shit i lost when he started the tap number. i was over the MOON. GOOD shit, FUCK yeah, GO OFF and it was brilliant, absolutely beautiful

ALSO when i heard Judi Dench was gonna be in it i was really hopeful she’d finally play Grizabella. what a fucking treat that would’ve been. she was set to debut the role in the West End, then she tore her Achilles, so Elaine Page replaced her and the rest was history. i’ve really wanted to hear/see her Grizabella. :(

(and briefly on the topic of Grizabella i’m kinda not here for the trend of younger actresses in the role just hhhhhhhh kinda takes away and misplaces her whole vibe and story imo)

i just.. i didn’t understand some of the plot changes like how Macavity was up in everyone’s bs tryna force himself up to the Heavyside Layer, it was silly, and yeah i shouldn’t take CATS so seriously even with the longtime fan background but

gestures helplessly

y’all fr??

there were a lot of super questionable decisions across the board and all that has already been gone over by so many people a dozen billion times. on one hand, i’m glad CATS got some exposure. on the other, :( not like this

however, on a very good note (other than skimbleshanks bless him): let me tell you how EXCITED i was that they used the original Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer arrangement. what a fucking pleasant surprise. HELL yeah. i LOVE that arrangement and i’m tickled to pieces that it was chosen. good shit. good shit.

tbh as Serious and Bruh Calm Down this might all sound, it’s honestly no skin off my teeth. it’s a frustration, sure. i’m so very tired. i’m disappointed. i didn’t have any specific expectations about it, just a lot of hopes. maybe too many hopes.

being a longtime CATS fan i know as well or even better than other people what a fucking dumpster fire the show is LMAO it’s wild and it’s ridiculous and god it doesn’t make any sense, it has a plot and it has no plot and everything about it is so horny and it’s the greatest fucking thing to ever happen to me

i obviously have a lot of feelings and history with CATS, and 2019 did not “ruin” anything for me, it didn’t “taint” anything about it, despite everything i’ve complained about i don’t consider myself a purist. (ok. except about the revival choreography. some things are more sacred than the vatican.)

i don’t dig 2019 as a whole. i don’t want to completely disregard it. there are bits and pieces i did like and that i can appreciate. i wish it wasn’t done that way. i just wish we had gotten a true blue professionally shot, no dances cut, honest portrayal of the stage production.

but hey it is what it is. at the bottom of it all i’m just glad there are new people coming in and taking a look around. it’s nice to see a resurgence of the fandom. it feels really good to see more people here and loving it. i missed CATS and the CATS community. it feels so good to be home.

#ches writes #ches writes stuff #cats musical #cats the musical #anti cats 2019 #is that the tag? god i feel like such a dick tagging that lmfao #if there's another tag i need to add lmk pls #in which i barf words and do mostly complaining but also wholesome #frnkfucker69

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