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Barry: “So... I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Y/N: *Smiles* “Definitely. Bye, Barry.”
Barry: “Bye, Y/N.” *Turns and leaves*
Snowstorm: *Enters the room and smiles at his brother* “What’s that look for?”
Y/N: *Turns and frowns* “Look? There’s no look.”
Snowstorm: “Right. It’s the same look Mark gives me the way you look at Barry. Less horny and lustful.”
Y/N: “Come on, Storm. Barry and I are just friends.”
Snowstorm: *Smiles softy* “You know it’s okay if you want to be something more than friends with Barry. He’s the first guy I’ve seen you look like that at since Ronnie.”
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#cw the flash#the flash x male reader#the flash#barry allen x male reader#barry allen#grant gustin x male reader#grant gustin#jon cor#Jon cor x male reader#mark blaine#mark Blaine x male reader#chillblaine#chillblaine x male reader#male killer frost#ronnie raymond#robbie amell#firestorm
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Barry: I'm going on patrol. See you guys later.
As he was about to leave the cortex, an ice wall blocked his path.
Forst: Not so fast Allen
It was April 25th, 2024. The day your friend Barry Allen was supposed to disappear during the multiversal crisis. So you and the rest of Team Flash were not taking any risks.
Barry: Come on, we dealt with Crisis almost five years ago.
Y/n: We're not risking it, Barry. You're staying here.
He tried to interject but you stopped him.
Y/n: Iris is on the way, and the rest of the team agrees with us. Plus, it wouldn't hurt you to take the day off.
Caitlin: Y/n and Frost volunteered to cover your patrol, and if anything happens, they'll call you.
After some more hesitation he said:
Barry: Alright, just let me know if Thawne shows back up.
Frost: Let's go before he changes his mind hotshot.
She took your hand as you both left the cortex.
#arrowverse#crisis on infinite earths#dc comics#dc universe#frost x male reader#frost x reader#killer frost#cw killer frost#cw flash#the flash#killer frost x male reader#killer frost x reader#danielle panabaker#danielle panabaker x reader#danielle panabaker x male reader#flash x reader#flash x male reader#x reader#x male reader
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CW’s Killer Frost x Male Reader (Lemon)
(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DC COMICS OR ANY OF IT’S CHARACTERS!)
In this universe Season 3 ended with all the heroes dying from Savatar after his final plan to splice himself across time was foiled by said heroes then he faded out of existence leaving only Killer Frost. Not caring about doing the right thing anymore she went on a massive killing spree all throughout Central City. Until she started feeling ill which reminded her that she needs to consume heat as an energy source to sustain herself because like her fallen friends before her she’s a Metahuman & a Metahuman has limits. She then starts killing her victims with her iconic cold blooded kiss of death, soon news of her killing spree’s was sending chills down everybody’s spine’s. Everyone in Central City is terrified of her, well all except one.
M/R’s POV:
The first night in ages where the news is all quiet on Frosty Front as I’m currently taking my usual back alleyway shortcuts when I start seeing smog breath I stop dead in my tracks can it be? I thought then I hear “Well look who’s in the wrong place at the wrong time..” as I instinctively try to make a break for it my feet are frozen to the ground & then she starts strutting out of the shadows right up in front of me revealing it’s her Killer Frost. She says “you think you can get away with stumbling into my turf without suffering any consequences?” My heart starts pounding as boldly say “I actually wanted to find you.” “Really?..” “Yeah I heard that you were going through the city kissing people who didn’t want you to kiss them, but I do want a kiss from you. You’re very beautiful & smoking hot.” She deviously smiles at my eagerness then she circles around me as she says “Well that’s awfully sweet of you to volunteer to sacrifice yourself to me, it’s a good thing that I’m currently in need of such a ..willing partner, but not here!” Killer Frost hits me at the back of my head instantly knocking me out cold.
Hours later-
I am woken up by breeze of cold air being blown into my face only to see it’s her Killer Frost & I’m completely naked with my arms & legs are currently all tied up to a bed to both ends of the bed. “Wakie wakie!” “W-where am I?!” “In my apartment, I’ve been watching you for a while now.” ���Wha- why the constraints?!..” “..Oh sweetie, don’t threat.” She then covers her body in ice mist then it disappears & her body is now completely naked, then she climbs onto the bed then crawls on top of me, straddles my waist then says “I just want to give you a kiss..” she then closes the distance to plant her cold luscious lips onto mine, I instantly open my mouth to her tongue dance together with mine. As we’re both starting to have a aggressively deep & passionate make out session she lowers herself onto my throbbing hard member, completely taking me in we then started instantly rapidly thrusting into each other.
She then starts moaning out “OH YEES!.. Your body heat is soo delicious! HMMM!..” we resume our make out session then I feel my body start to cool down every second her body is touching mine, I feel her fingertips run down my chest leaving behind icy frost bitten scratch marks, she momentarily seperate’s our mouths to start 3rd degree love-frostbites all along my neck & shoulders as she’s breathing her ice cold breath covering the surface of my neck, sending literal chills down my spine. As my skin turns blue she resumes making out with me as I feel my body start to slowly freeze & in a desperate attempt to increase my body temperature I start thrusting into her faster & she moans out “OH I’M GONNA CUM!” & I feel my end approaching too & stutteringly shoutout “M-Mme-Me T-Too!..” then as I finally cum into her she gives me one last deep passionate kiss as she moans into my mouth when she came onto my shaft. As she’s climaxing I feel my entire body freeze into solid ice, then as she’s moaning into my mouth I feel my mouth, nose, eyes, cheeks all freeze into solid ice one by one with the rest of my head following soon after.
I’m now frozen solid & killer Frost says “HMMMmm.., Thanks for the meal M/R. You were fun while you lasted..” then she takes one last big passionate hump right onto my ice shaft, with the force of her power hump cracking & shattering my whole body into small pieces killing me instantly..
The End!..
#male reader#fanfic#original character#lemon#seduction#cw the flash#danielle panabaker#CW Killer Frost#killer frost#killer frost x reader#x male reader#cool girl#DC Killer frost#dc comics#dc fanfic
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Okay, frens, I’m about to probably be a lot less available once NaNo starts tomorrow. Which is kinda saying something, given how I’ve been pretty absent lately. Being sick sucks rocks through a straw. 😕
However, the exceptions will be if:
I’m stalling (despite the fact I’m probably panicking that I’m not writing at the same time 🤷♀️)
I’m blocked (in which case I might ask for prompts just to try to get something short going again)
My writering muse* is being a little jerk (there’s no cure for this 😣😛)
(*I just caught this weird typo and left it because “writering muse” felt appropriate for some reason, lol, kinda like she’s wandering around, maybe gonna write eventually... 😛)
Again, depending on how I feel/how things are going, I may start editing and posting things just to give me a much-needed serotonin boost. We’ll see!
I’m hoping going to write “The Price” (Frosthunter, The Flash, NSFW) in its entirety because I have a total of one (1) person at AO3 who has politely asked me about it a couple of times over the past - what, year? Two years? - since I first mentioned wanting to write it. Just when I’m about give up on it, this lovely person writes me a sweet note saying how they hope I’m doing well and that I’ll still write it one day. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting on, lol!
Despite the fact that, well, Zoom isn’t usually a laugh riot, “The Price” is intended to be rather explicit smut with a humorous slant. Just how explicit and how humorous... we’ll find out together! Even if it’s just me and that one lone person over at AO3, lol!
(If you ever wonder if your comment will make a difference, then I can promise you that yes, it definitely does. Just knowing that somebody cares is SO important. 🤗)
Secondly, I want to finish “Cupid’s Kiss” (Snowells, The Flash, NSFW) and “Guardian Angel” (Snowells, The Flash) at long last. 🤞😣🤞
This will probably close out my Flash fics for now. I wish I could’ve gotten them done sooner but... Life, right? 😕 I hope that anybody who still cares how they ended will get the chance to see them.
“Try” (aka the Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne) still might randomly appear one day, despite being a thing that exactly zero (0) people probably want to read, lol. But I still want to see how it all works out and it has worldbuilding and there are already 3 chapters written so... We’ll see. It definitely has enough mileage to it to give me the 50k for this NaNo.
Over in the world of Halo... “15 Minutes” chapter 6 (John/Reader) and “Recreation” chapter 3 (Kai/maleReader) are in pre-planning. (“15 Minutes” is the rare beast of mine in that I actually have so many events still in store for it that I’ve done an outline. As a long-time pantser, that’s saying something, lol!)
“Choices” (tentative title, Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) is something I’m still very excited about! It starts with the premise in chapter 1 where the reader meets Noble Team. At the end of ch1, you’ll choose who you’re going to go with and there will be links to the appropriate chapter that will conclude the story with you and either Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, Jorge or Six (male and female versions).
I’ve always loved Choose Your Own Adventure type stories and after reading @lialacleaf‘s awesome and super fun Master Chief x Reader interactive fic “The Medic,” I was inspired to try my own variation (mine is, of course, a very simplified version, you only make that one choice of who you’re going with but still! Similiar if simpler! 😁)
If you’d like to be tagged for any of that, just let me know. 😉
Flash Masterlist
Halo Masterlist
Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. I have only a really basic NaNo playlist done but that can fall into place as we go along. 🎵💃🎵 I just mainly gravitate to songs with a good beat to type to, lol! This one is already on there...
youtube
“Sing Along” - Sturgill Simpson
Noble Team is kinda running to the beat in my GIF, lol! 🤷♀️😂
Anyway, it’s helpful to me to spell out my goals, hence why I wrote all of this. 😉 Good luck to those who are also participating in NaNo and happy November to those who aren’t!
🤗💖
#nanowrimo#nano#writing#snowells#caitlin snow x eobard thawne#frosthunter#frostzoom#killer frost x hunter zolomon#halo#halo: reach#master chief x reader#kai-125 x male reader#noble team#ageless aislynn
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the paralyzed cicadas I picked up from a failed cicada killer nest are the perfect material to show off some cool features of insect anatomy! (although the wasp’s venom would keep them alive for her larvae to eat, I froze them to make sure they’re fully dead for dissection).
cicadas are powerful, fast fliers, and all of their thorax is taken up by a bulk of reddish, stringy flight muscles, which I’ll talk more about later. this cicada is a female, so her abdomen is full of white, elongated eggs that she will insert into tree bark with the bladed ovipositor at her rear.
the male cicada’s abdomen, however, is almost entirely empty, and that air-filled space is used as a resonator for his loud calls. the biggest structure visible there is a curved pair of muscles that deforms the tymbals, producing a click with every contraction.
here's a view of the complete muscle, and the tymbals themselves which look like overlapping plates on his belly. if you're curious what the white frosted appearance is, some Neotibicen have a coat of waxy powder or pruinescence; this male N. tibicen is particularly pruinose.
onto the flight muscles:
powered flight is a pretty complex mechanism in any organism, and is never so simple as just flapping wings up and down, but most insects power their flight in a really unintuitive way (at least for us vertebrates): they contract muscles in their thorax that aren’t even attached to the wings!
this method of flight is called indirect flight, in contrast to the direct flight of the dragonflies and mayflies where each of four wings is directly attached to a muscle and can flap on its own.
instead, most insects have a longitudinal (image 1 above, d below) pair and a vertical (2, c) pair of muscles that deform the shape of abdomen, pulling the upper segment of the thorax (notum) up and down, and this moves the wings which are attached to the notum. useful indirect flight gif from wikipedia found here
even if compressed manually, the dead cicadas "flap" their wings due to the motion of the notum:
insect flight is a lot more complicated than this simplified look at them, but I think these cicadas offer a pretty good look at how most insects get around essentially by squishing themselves internally!
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Earth 2-Barry Allen x Male!reader headcanons
*I'm currently doing a rewatch of the arrowverse and got to the earth 2 episodes and earth 2 Barry was so adorable I just had to write something for him. Anyways here's a quick recap for earth 2 for anyone who's forgotten because I surely did; Barry is still a forensic scientist, Iris is a detective, Joe is a lounge singer, Caitlin, Ronnie and Cisco are all evil metas and I brought Eddie back just for fun since Barry is with reader
● you're a new detective who fell for the adorable nerdy forensic scientist Barry Allen of earth 2
● when you originally asked him out on a date he thought you were just messing with him cause everyone at the station knew he liked you
● but why would the handsome detective (who was also his best friend Iris' partner) want to go out with him?
● Iris assured him that you really did like him and that date eventually led to you guys getting married 3 years later
● every morning before work you make breakfast while he makes the coffee
● it's a nice peaceful moment to start your day and spend quality time with Barry
● you also help him pick out a bowtie that matches whatever sweater and vest he's wearing that day
● double dates out with Iris and Eddie to see Joe sing at Jitterbugs
● as well as having dinner once a week with his parents
● you hear the "so when are we getting grandkids" question all the time
● "soon mom, soon"
● he's so pure and never swears
● he only says "what the heck" or "dang it" or "fudge"
● it makes you laugh at how sweet it is
● watching sci fi shows with Barry and not knowing anything that's going on
● he tries to explain to you all the sciency stuff behind it which still doesn't make any sense but he gets so excited and is so cute doing so you happily listen to him
● being impressed by your husband every time he creates new tech to help in your hunt for Killer Frost, Deathstorm, Reverb and other metas
● Barry keeps tracks of every meta you have put away and all of your other achievements to brag about how great of a detective you are
● one time you and Iris faced off against Killer Frost and Deathstorm and she nearly froze you to death
● Barry never left your bedside in the months you were recovering
● "Barry stop worrying I'm okay"
● "you're the love of my life Y/N I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you"
● "well it's a good thing you don't have to find out"
● when you get approved to go back to work Barry and Iris throw you a big welcome back party
● Barry is super romantic
● he plans something big for every anniversary from the anniversary of the day you met to your first date/first kiss and even the day you proposed
● you don't know how but he manages to get reservations at the most exclusive restaurants in Central city
● Iris "so what did you and Barry get up to over the weekend?"
● "Barry surprised me with dinner at that fancy French place downtown"
● "how?? Eddie and I have been trying to get a reservation there for months but they are booked until next year"
● even though you've been together for years Barry is still so nervous in the bedroom like it's the first time
● he's clumsy and always knocking things over, you've had to replace so many lamps in your home
● he gets embarrassed by how his body reacts to you and still apologizes for moaning too loudly or bucking his hips uncontrollably
● which you always have to reassure him that it's okay for him to enjoy what's happening and that you love how turned on he gets
● especially when you are role-playing and pretending to arrest him
● or when he sees you in your gym clothes after a work out
● he really can't help staring at your biceps it's his weakness
● when earth 1 Barry shows up to fight zoom he is shocked to find out you two are married (as you are Joe's partner on his earth that he's been crushing on) after you take him to an empty hallway at the station to make out when he was pretending to be your Barry
● your Barry finds out and is not happy about it, "he got frisky with my husband?? I have to find this guy and give him a piece of my mind"
● "you're so cute when you're jealous"
● Cisco "I've been trying to get my Barry to ask you out Y/N for so long now I have proof that you guys would be adorable together"
● Barry "maybe we are just meant to be on every earth"
#the flash imagine#barry allen imagine#barry allen x reader#earth 2 barry allen imagine#x male reader#headcanons
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new beginnings. clark kent x male, older, reader
you meet the new interns and one in particular catches your eye.
notes. this was honestly put together pretty fast bc i just finished watching the new show! but here ya go!
details. no warnings! only fluff
Working at the Daily Planet has its ups and downs, it's good days and it's bad days, but you're glad to say ever since Lois started to intern there's been more goods than bads. Although you yourself aren't an intern and work quite closely with Perry White as a reporter, she's brought some much needed fresh perspectives to the scene and you two have become quite close friends, but even you knew she was hitting the "killer robot" idea a little too hard. You cautioned her not to bring it up, or at least be more careful with her intern title, but even you couldn't nail the point down in her mind. Part of the reason why you enjoy being around her so much, but you knew she was getting on Perry's nerves, so let's just say you weren't surprised when Perry didn't take. The doughnuts were a new addition, though.
You grab a pink frosted one, atop the boxes written in a neat hand writing "take as much as you want!" You immediately recognize it as a stranger's, and the vague reminder that there are two new interns coming in today swells in your mind. Since the break room is empty, you fill your coffee and head back to your quite cluttered desk, but before you can reach it you hear the high noise of Lois' voice talking to someone else. Curiosity killed the cat, but you walk over to the commotion.
"It'll be fun, c'mon!" And that doesn't sound like a good idea.
You rear the corner and see her with two other young men, your doughnut and coffee cup in hand as they notice your new presence. Lois squeaks and falters, recalling your insistence on not to do the story, but regains herself and beams at you. You eye the two men curiously, boys more like, and watch as they immediately recognize you for the renowned reporter you are. You push that aside and grin softly at them, remembering your days as an intern and how hard it can be.
"Y/N, just the man I wanted to see!" Lois says, bouncing over to you. "This is Jimmy and Clark, the new interns!"
"Nice to meet you." You smile at them, nodding your full hands as if in a handshake. Jimmy wobbles and sputters as he blabbers about "Y/N L/N? The reporter Y/N L/N?" but your eyes catch the blue of Clark's.
Being a bit older, you can see the obvious physical cues of his breath stunting when you lock eye contact, a subtle red blush coming to his face. You tilt your head a bit, analyzing him with a calm nonchalance, admitting to yourself that he is very attractive and (a bit more begrudgingly) taller than you, despite the difference being subtle. As Lois begins to talk about how they were just leaving, you wink at him with a more confident grin, making his face flush more and his eyes to look away in shyness. You almost laugh at the endearment of him, but focus back on Lois instead.
"We were just grabbing... coffee! You know, that new place down the street?" Its obviously a lie, but you know you can't stop her at this point, and just give her a knowing look.
"Just be careful, you three." You say deeply, and Lois seems to thank you with a small nod. You meet Clark's eyes again, smirking. "Nice meeting you two, I'm sure I'll see you around!"
Turns out sooner comes rather than later as only a mere few hours go by with you writing a document when the interns burst through the door and straight to Perry's office. Probably not a good sign. You lean against the doorway, watching keenly as Lois tries to convince Perry to make the story, but the man is practically fuming. Seeing a break in conversation just before Perry is about to fire them, steam almost coming out his ears, you speak up.
"Just give them one more chance, Boss. They can do it." You stand up for them, making them all turn to you. While not looking at him, you can feel Clark's thoughtful gaze on you. Perry only huffs, but eventually gives in.
"They better." He mutters after their dismissed, Lois following you to your desk with the camera. Clark and Jimmy follow her, and you feel the sense she probably didn't even show them around the building yet, but you only shake your head affectionately.
"Look, there's a Superman now!" Showing you blurry pictures that you can't make out, she's still excited about it so you won't damper it. As she begins to talk about the robots and the flying man, your eyes find Clark's once again with a gentle laugh.
"Superman, huh? Cute." You chuckle, not wavering off Clark, watching at he blushes more harshly at the word "cute." Cute indeed.
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Hello! I am currently trying to make a document including all evidence of Viv's problematic behaviour, and since you're quite popular in the critical community, I wanted to ask your opinion on the structure of it. If I missed anything feel free to correct me!
Vivziepop is a horrible person
I-early signs
-Nazi sausage party ocs (inspred by doctor Mengele, following a nazi blog
-drawing Kesha and glorifying her illness
-Zoophobia (contains the Addison drawings, Mirage being depicted as goofy when she's a pedo, Sahara and Latika designs
-supporting blaire white and Shoe0nhead (her too since Shoe has recently been revealed as a neo nazi)
-transphobia (discord messages)
-drawing Mimzi as a caricature/stereotype of Jewish people
II-Spindlehorse & twitter
-Raphielle shipping valangel, saying their a proshipper and still working on SH
-Following multiple proshippers, including someone who used audios of REAL kids for his digital CP and someone who actively ships Rick/Morty
-allowing and encouraging the harrasment of people who critique her shows to the point they are forced to come out or receive rape threats
-Blaming A24 for the lack of competent advertisement on Hazbin Hotel and replacing the voice cast
-encouraging harassing Erin Frost and Kendraw for coming out with their experience with her
-Studio reviews revealing the nepotism and abuse in the SH studio
III- The shows
-finn/ cole was made cis when he was originally trans
-sally mae only regarded by the fandom as a trap or futa, sexualised in every piece of her merch with her dick being emphasized to the point the fandom fetishizes her
-alastor being made creole or mixed as an afterthought, when Viv had already used real life voodoo symbols, very clearly inspiring alastor from Wendigos without any research, made him white as paper and depicted him as the 100th " asexual and aromantic person is an evil murderer!".
His asexuality and possible aromanticism is always ignored by the fandom in favor of shipping, and inclusive Vivziepop even said to do as they pleased with his sexuality for shipping.
-forced positivity, pushing the idea that even murderers, abusers and horrible people can change hazbin hotel
Depicting abuse (Crimson hitting Moxxie, the whole Valangel tag existing) and sexual assault (again woth Moxxie and angel) as funny jokes or sexy
-Noticing a pattern, Viv tends to promote M/M relationships a lot but depicts them as overtly sexual, predatory and toxic, and seems to have a problem with having "twink" characters abused sexually in a yaoi-ish way (Addison, Moxxie and Angel, Vox. Stolas/blitz too.)
-the only two people of color that are confirmed are Alastor, Velvette and Valentino. Velvette's color is very ashy and she is often infantilised (this might have more to do with her being a woman in Vivs eyes) she presents no POC features at all, neither does Valentino who is a stereotypical black man who is a pimp, abusive (sexually too) and has a short temper.
-using "it's hell " as an excuse to make horrible characters to glorify and depict as the true victim while doing nothing to become better. (Ex. Stolas is a rapist , Blitzo Sexually harrasses his co-workers and is very toxic, Alastor is a serial killer.) Depiction is not glorification, but Viv actively makes it seem like all of it is okay to do and has a show who has a very negative message that affects the viewers and fanbase into excusing disgusting shit.
-disrespecting religion by not accurately researching the demons she talks about
-Sexist writing in helluva and hazbin that favores males(Loona,Millie,Stella, Verosika)
-ableist language by Blitzo, refusal to acknowledge this and even joking about not being able to say a slur
-collaborates with Brandon Rogers,whose work is clearly sexist,racist,homophobic and ableist
-making fun of eating disorders (Moxxie)
-involving kesha in her show while she is trying to get justice for being abused and trying to recover, making the character she voices based on all the things she hated about herself
-included famous voice actors, pays thousands for them but actively underpaid and overworked her staff
-No trigger on an episode that contained Blitzo vomiting
-Barbie wire grooming a teenager is considered a joke (and the tweet doesn't count, we should be able to tell if the teen was actually older by his design or any line of dialogue, if those who don't have twitter won't know it means it's a problem)
-various incest jokes hinting at proshipping (Moxxie/Millie, and a rumor +dialogue cues hint at Andrealphus and Stella being in a relashionship)
-merch of almost all female characters being somewhat sexual
-depicting the Woman/Man as the only healthy relationship (Moxxie/Millie) while the queer couples are toxic (Chaz/Moxxie Blitzo/Stolas)
Holy shit that's a long read, I suggest you make that into a blog post or something. The only portion I can assume that you got correct is the third section. Most of the first two sections are spot on to me, but I am not sure if they're both completely correct because I'm not really aware of what Vivziepop did in the past, just what she has been doing since like last year. Sorry to disappoint, but it is pretty great from what I'm reading.
Modify it to what you think is best so that people will read from it and test read it yourself in case you got something wrong. I suggest you use Grammarly for grammar or spelling issues because even though English is my first language I still struggle with those
#helluva boss#vivziepop critical#helluva boss critical#helluva boss criticism#vivziepop criticism#vivziepop#helluva critical#helluva boss critique#vivienne medrano#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel critique#hazbin critical#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin hotel criticism
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Off Script: Part 1
banner by @yujaemna
Link to Part 2
Pairing: The Legion!Xiaojun x Yan!Survivor!Female Reader
AU: Dead by Daylight
Genre: smut, aspects of horror
Wordcount: 12.3K
Content: little rundown of the dead by daylight game at the beginning so you don’t need prior knowledge going into this, allusions to violence and death but nothing graphic (xiaojun’s a killer in this so), yandere content (including stalking, obsession, and possessiveness), fingering (female receiving), praise, petnames (sweetheart and baby), oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, he fucks you against a generator, riding on the couch, little bit of nipple play, knife play, some mask kink, hair pulling (male receiving), no established power dynamics but there’s some switching going on
Taglist: @mint-yooxgi, @hall0ween-twn, @jenoslutie, @yujaemna, @mrkis, @ncteez
The frosted kiss of snowflakes upon your face awakens you. You squint against the snowflakes that land on your skin, melting them with a rub of your fingertips before allowing your eyes to open. You’re surrounded by grass so tall that you have to stand to see above it. The looming overcast and fog is so intense it's impossible to tell if the pervasive haze signifies day or night, though the gloom of shadowed teal indicates that sunlight must be a distant memory. A scattered sprawl of boulders and broken trees lies before you, with snow coated evergreens dotted throughout. Open structures of wood, brick, and concrete are strewn about the grounds, as though the buildings that once were have been dismembered at the seams. A range of snowy mountains looms in the distance beyond the fence of brick towers looped together by steel that mark the boundaries of the territory.
A smile forms on your face as you take in your surroundings. You’ve awakened in this realm before. Mount Ormond Resort has become a favorite location of yours. You wonder how this area, which was once a beacon of relaxed escapism, became such a desolate waste. You don’t know how this place became consumed by the ever present Entity, but you know exactly how to navigate this snow coated domain. The only question is if he appeared here as well.
You start to wander through the grass, searching for the others that appeared in the arena with you. The pursuit of escape is a familiar routine to say the least. Each time you awaken in a new terrain, with no memory of how you arrived, three others awaken with you. The goal is for the four of you to open the doors on either side of the expanse and escape. The price of failure is death, for if you fail, the terror within will hunt you down.
The terror within is different each time. An assortment of killers inhabits this world, killers that vary in skill and ability. The killer that you face changes each time, but the same ruthless drive to murder links them all. You've been through enough of these trials to have encountered each one at least a few times.
Other than the variance in locale and killer, these trials follow a constant format. You attempt to escape, or you fall victim to the evil that lurks about. The killer will chase and wound you with their weapon of choice, until you’re weak enough to be caught and hauled away. Once caught, said killer will mount you onto one of the ghastly hooks strewn about the terrain like a crude offering of meat. Should you fail in escaping its grasp, an unholy entity emerges from the darkness, spears your body with the sharp points of its limbs, and takes your lifeless body into the void above. Your goal is for your group to flee before that happens and survive these horrors.
Ordinarily, the civilians clamor for escape, craving the warm glow of The Campfire that marks the end of the trial. The other option is to succumb to the sweet release of death once the horror and pain of these twisted trials proves to be too much.
You choose neither, instead deciding to be an active player in these games. These trials, a source of terror to so many, are nothing short of thrilling to you. The excitement of the chase, the satisfaction of sabotaging and outsmarting an assailant, the sense of wonderment you feel watching these killers utilize their varied abilities, have all melded together in an addictive adrenaline rush. You deride a great deal of gratification from mastering these trials, taking your time to discover every strategy there is to succeed. To you, a defeat upon one of those grisly hooks is not a harbinger of doom, but rather a spark that sets alight the desire to improve and escape the next time. You have no concept of life beyond this endless loop of death and resuscitation. Since you exist as nothing more than a pawn in this cruel game, you might as well have fun playing.
You locate the others you’re meant to survive with, spotting them hard at work on a generator; a large engine complete with a row of pistons on either side and a floodlight mounted up top. If your group succeeds in activating this one, only four more need to be activated to power the exit doors. You’re already giddy with excitement, all but skipping into the fractured building to join them. The flickering flame perched on a brick beam lights the way as they work. They tinker with the mechanical structure and it begins to whir to life, the cylinders on the side slowly starting to fire off one by one. You aid them, taking your place on the side and fiddling with the machinery. The floodlight begins to come alight as you make progress, glowing brighter the further along you are in repairs. You’ve done this so many times it’s easy to let your hands automatically move over the console, and even easier to let your mind wander. The whirring of the machine, the blaring beam of the lights, the red paint on the accents, all starts to fade from your perception.
You wonder again if you’ll see him this round; the knife wielding killer with a smiling face scrawled onto his ceramic mask.
You’ve only encountered him a few times, but that was just enough to have you fixated. You admire a great many of the killers, but he’s the one that has you this enraptured. For one thing he’s fast, faster than any of the other killers, with the unique ability to mortally wound an entire group with a single burst of speed. It turns the lethargic sense of looming danger into a rapid rush of dread, which excites you to no end. The excitement of his pursuit always courses through you with the speed of a match being struck, igniting a flame of arousal in its wake. That flame is fanned by his sheer revelry in ruthlessness, and the way he wields his hunting knife with such expert malignance. You find yourself contemplating the thought of his knife against your skin, slowly running along your flesh, scintillating your nerves with its sharpness. He thrills you to no end, so much so that you’d often linger as he executes his kills. The advantage of being able to immediately pluck your teammate off the hook is abandoned when you watch him. For a few stolen moments, completing the trial ceases to matter. All that matters is him.
While everyone’s heart races loudly out of trepidation when he’s near, this masked killer has your heart pounding out of titillated desire. You feel yourself getting turned on the more you think about him, wondering how the edge of his blade will feel right against your neck if he does catch you.
Lost in your thoughts, your hand slips on the generator, and you fumble on the console. Sparks fly from the machine and the resulting boom brings you out of your reverie. Everyone hears the telltale sign that the killer is closing in, your tandem heartbeats pounding louder the closer they get. Your companion is shaking, and you can tell that he already feels the sluggish crawl of cortisol through his bloodstream. You on the other hand are invigorated by adrenaline. You all but jump when you see a flash of that mask among the distant trees. It’s him! You don’t know when you’ll encounter him again, and you’ll be damned if you let this opportunity go to waste.
This is your chance.
“I’ll distract him.” You whisper sharply to the others, “Run!”
They don’t need to be told twice. They’re quick to scatter off into the night, hoping to never be found. You know that he’ll be able to catch them with a single charge through the woods, but not this time. This time you’re determined to keep his focus on you. This time, he’ll be pursuing you and only you. You step away from the generator and right into the center of this broken building.
The killer steps past the threshold and into the light. The firelight flickers over the curve of his white mask, a mask that’s been muted with scratches and blood stains. The half lit floodlight casts a glow over the demented smile scrawled on the surface. Your heart pounds as he steps closer, as he clutches his knife tighter in his hand. Even from this distance, his presence is looming. It makes the hoodie and jeans he dons appear as if they’re darkened not by dye, but by the umbrage of the night itself. It makes his weapon seem like more than just a simple hunting knife, but a more imposing, dangerous blade. The jagged serrations towards the point of the spine glint with the threat of added agony should he manage to wound you. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you feel his piercing gaze through the holes poked onto the ceramic cover, drawn to those piercing centers by the circles drawn around them. You focus on those central openings as if you’re staring into his eyes, and in your mind, that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Your heart races with glee. Right now it’s just you and him, just as it should be. No one else deserves to be on the receiving end of his intense stare. With a grin, you take off across the realm, and he immediately rounds on your heels.
The realm passes by in a blur of shadowed teal and towering trees as the chase ensues. The grass rustles noisily as you race through, offset by the ruckus of running over different floors. You dash between buildings, vault over boulders, slide past corners, in an effort to outrun him. He matches you move for move, showing no sign of slowing or stopping. You throw down a pallet to block his path, he hops over it. You run through a shed and jump through a window, he leaps after you. You round a corner only to dash in the opposite direction, he catches onto your trick and follows after you. He remains right on your heels just out of reach, so close you can practically feel the sharp end of his blade, and you have to sprint faster just to gain some distance.
This is why you love chases with this killer so much. You have to be faster to outrun him than any of the other killers, which makes your heart pound and your lungs strain from the effort. The sheer exertion of maintaining such intense speed physically stimulates you. You’re made to employ every strategy you’ve acquired in these trials, providing simultaneous stimulation for your mind. Adrenaline merges with alarmed suspense in the most delectable way, forming the arousal that courses through you. He’s making you work for your victory, and you love every moment of it. The intensity of his stare alone is enough to have you pulsing with need, and now that you have his full attention, now that you have him this close, pure desire starts to bloom within you.
You know exactly where to lead him next.
The killer is grinning behind his mask, his grin only widening as he closes in. He pays no heed to the way the grass gives way to wooden floorboards underfoot as he follows you. Chasing you is the most fun he’s had in ages. You managed to make him break a sweat in this freezing terrain. The challenge you posed has been thrilling to say the least, but now he’s closing in. He’s so close to catching you, so close to achieving payoff for such an intense challenge. He raises his knife, ready to bring it down with a brutal stab, ready to execute a satisfying kill.
But you don’t continue to flee. Instead you stop and turn to face him, not moving, not even flinching as he advances. He’s so stunned that by the sudden shift he halts, the point of his knife hovering right at your collarbone. Only the rise and fall of your chest brings you in contact with the knife for brief moments at a time.
The frenzy of the chase begins to fade, his heart still hammering from the rush as he takes in his surroundings. He sees that you led him into the decrepit chalet that was once the center of the resort, but is now the center of this cursed arena. The blight of age and frost has deteriorated every corner of this place, from the office to the side, to the bar tucked away in the back, to the rooms situated up and around the main area. Black spray paint is scrawled all along the chipping walls and only adds to the sense of disrepair. The roof is so dilapidated that snowfall seeps through, and icicles line the splintered roofbeams. Broken windows fogged up with frost let in whistling gusts of wind and blasts of snow, snow that collects in piles on the ground. The only fixtures that haven’t completely decayed are the fireplace at the center of the room that’s connected to the ceiling with a chimney reminiscent of a furnace pipe, and the conversation pit situated in a circle around it.
You must have stopped in here to offer yourself as a sacrifice, the way so many have before. He can’t fathom another reason to stop mid chase. Except, he notices that you haven’t stopped him in some corner on the far side of the room, pausing when you realize there’s nowhere left to go. You’ve stopped right next to the generator by the stairs, right next to the very thing you need to activate in order to escape. But you don’t. You don’t make any move other than to lean against the rustic contraption, holding your ground even with the blade dangerously close to piercing your skin, tilting your head with coquettish intent. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume that you wanted him to catch you.
It’s certainly an interesting thought.
He takes a single step back to get a better look at you. Even in the dim cover of shadow, your visage is completely illuminated, as if capturing the glow of the fire and claiming it for yourself. It makes it easy for his eyes to rove over your form, and that’s when he realizes-
It’s you! You’re the one that keeps getting away.
He’s only seen you a few times before, when The Entity decides you should be among the next batch of people he hunts and kills. You’ve always stood out amongst the scores of people subjected to these trials. You’ve always been quicker, more clever than the others. You’ve never shied away from the brutality or cowered in terror. You don’t even seem to fear The Entity, which made you stand out even more. He could never corner you before now, could barely ever get you within reach, but the chase with you was always the most exhilarating. You’ve made him work for it, made him be more agile and quick just for the chance to catch you. With you, he simply had to be better. So even though you always manage to elude him and escape, he finds a round far more satisfying if you are among the humans clamoring for survival. You give him a good enough challenge that he feels his blood pumping faster than before.
He’s only ever seen you in fleeting glances as the landscape whizzes by in a blur, never long enough to take in any detail. In this moment of stillness, he gets to truly gaze upon you for the first time, and he’s in absolute awe. Simply put, he can’t believe just how attractive you are. From your pretty face, to the appealing shape of your body, he’s drawn to every part of you. In his eyes you’re downright alluring, perfect in every way. He’s never encountered anyone this tempting before, and the confidence you exude makes you all the more enticing.
“I was wondering when you’d finally catch me.” Your quip breaks the silence, and your boldness has him taken aback.
“Finally?” He questions curiously, “You’ve been waiting for this?”
You reply with a grin, “More than you know. Took you long enough, by the way. I was thinking you’d never pull it off.”
It seems you’re intent on presenting a challenge in more ways than one, which only tantalizes him more. He struck gold with you.
“Well aren’t you bold?” As bold as you are beautiful, though he reigns in that musing to maintain some veneer of control. Slowly, he runs his knife right along your face, lightly enough to barely ghost your skin. He continues to admire you, his line of sight following the path of his blade. He eyes your alluring features as he traces the knife along the curve of your face and down to your neck. The phantom touch has you shivering in excitement before him. He places the blade right at the soft part beneath your jaw, right where it gives way to the flesh of your neck, “Alright, you have my attention. What is it you want from me?”
He’s been in this situation before, though admittedly there’s never been this much tension sparking in the air like static. But regardless, he’s cornered a person before, so he knows how this goes. He’s certain that your next words will be a plea for him to spare the others, telling him whatever you feel you have to so you’ll let them pass through the exit alive. Maybe you’ll make an appeal for your own life, offer the others so that you might have a chance to escape. He’s fully expecting the same dull appeals he’s heard countless times, but your next words have him stunned.
Instead of reciting some recycled plea for mercy with an equally overdone shrill cry, you request in a rather sultry voice, “I want to see what’s under that mask of yours.”
The suggestive undertones echo loudly, lingering in the air amidst the heavy silence that follows.
Well, this is new. People have wanted to unmask him before, but that was always so they could try to catch him off guard, or otherwise leave him exposed. No one has ever wanted to unmask him out of a want to see what lies beneath. He’s never inspired such infatuation in someone before, though to be fair he didn’t think it was possible in this environment. Hearing your emphatic confession has him considering that possibility, has him drawn that much more to you, has him pressing you right against the generator in the middle of the room. You start panting softly at this, unable to contain your eagerness.
These trials present only two options, escape or death, but you’ve somehow presented a third. No one has ever been this bold before, nor has anyone expressed such shameless interest in him. It’s refreshing, like an early winter chill, one that’s instantly followed by a wave of heated hedonistic hankering. He hasn’t felt the touch of another since before he had gotten trapped in this godforsaken figment of reality. He had forgotten there was more to existence aside from the endless pursuit of victims. He didn’t know people could feel anything towards him besides fear, not until now.
He didn’t know he was capable of feeling such lust until now, but you have him absolutely enraptured. You’re so fucking gorgeous he can’t help his attraction to you, which is as instant as it is intense. His mind wanders the longer he stares at you. He’s transfixed by the rise and fall of your chest in time with your breathing. He wonders how your breasts would feel in his hands, and how you would sigh in bliss as he fondles them. Your hands clutch the pipe arched over the generator. He wonders what they would feel like running all over his body, or wrapped around his cock. He wants to make you come undone for him, to bring you to the height of pleasure over and over until you’re trembling. He wants to make you moan, make you cry out, make you beg for more. He wants to tell you his name just so you have something to scream when he makes you cum, just so you have something to remember when he makes all your other thoughts vanish.
The heated glint in your eyes tells him your mind is reeling with equally depraved thoughts about him. The way your frosted breath puffs from your lips and fans out over the smile on his mask is enticing to say the least. He wonders what you would do, what he would do, without the barrier of his mask between you. Which of you would be the first to close the distance between your lips? At present, it’s truly anybody’s game.
Perhaps now is the time for a new sort of game, especially since you’re so willing to play.
“Alright, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you see my face,” He ponders aloud, pressing the knife right against your racing pulse, “But you’ll have to earn it.”
The wispy waver in your voice tells him you’re already brimming with titillation, “How do I do that?”
“Keep my attention. Show me why I should reveal myself to you.” He quips playfully, wondering if you’ll be just as much of a tease.
Though instead of playing coy right back, you all but blurt out what you want, “What if I satisfy you? Show you pleasure beyond what you’ve ever felt before? Would that make me worthy enough to see your face?”
Now it’s his turn to hear his racing heartrate in his ears, but he retains his composed hum as he speaks, “Perhaps it would. There’s only one way to know for sure.”
With his free hand, he reaches down to undo his pants. Your line of sight is instantly drawn down between his legs, your lower lip retreating beneath your teeth. You can see that he’s already half hard from the pent up tension, which only serves to make you crave him more. He lazily strokes his cock, your eyes following the motion of his hand. You swallow, your mouth already starting to water as you watch. He chuckles at this, “I’ll let you please me, and if I’m fully satisfied, I’ll let you have a glimpse beneath my mask. Sound fair?”
“Yes.” You barely get the word out before you’re already lowering to your knees. The moment your knees meet the floor, you’re replacing his hand with your own, stroking his length.
“Guess I won’t be needing this right now.” From the corner of your eye you see his grip loosening on the knife, and you’re quick to comment.
“No, keep it.” You insist, peering up at him through your lashes, “I wanna feel it against my skin while I suck you off.”
“You’re even kinkier than I thought. I like that.” He obliges you, bringing the blade up to your throat. His voice deepens to a sensual timbre, accented by the cold press of the blade, “Now suck.”
Slyly, you pull his pants down more and press a kiss to both of his hips, sending pleasant shudders through him. Then, slowly, you take the head of his cock into your mouth. From the moment you wrap your lips around him, he’s already moaning out in pleasure. Your lips feel so fucking good wrapped around the tip, and the way your tongue toys with the head already has his toes curling. You start to take him in deeper and fuck the way you engulf him is downright scintillating. His other hand rests on your head, pushing you down further, already wanting to feel more. You keep up easily, bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace, letting your tongue trace patterns along the underside. Your hand wraps around the rest of his length, working in tandem with your mouth.
Though muffled by his mask, his moans are unmistakable, seeping through the ceramic cover like the snow seeping through the broken roof. The slick wet sounds of your mouth moving up and down overpower the crackling of the fire and the persistent whistle of the wind. He’s already submerged in pleasure, pushing your head down to take him deeper and deeper with every bob. Pleasure flows through him in time with your motions, overtaking his mind with wanton need. He almost forgets about the knife in his hand until he sees the blade glint when he looks down, and that’s when an idea comes to mind.
He taps your chin with the tip of his knife, prompting you to, “Look at me, baby.”
His breath hitches sharply when your eyes meet. Your gaze emits a surge of arousal so intense his cock twitches in your mouth. He manages to keep the knife steady against your neck, and he clutches it tighter to anchor himself, elsewise he would surely unravel right before your eyes. Half of him wants to let his eyes slide shut in bliss, while the other half wants to take in the way the firelight flickers over your gorgeous face.
“Fuck, you look so pretty, baby.” He can’t help but let the musing slip, letting the visage of control slip just a bit. It’s just so easy to lose himself in the pleasure you give him, to let his mind go blank and just enjoy the wet heat of your mouth and the soft warmth of your hand. It’s so easy to endear you with praise and pet names, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s worth it, seeing your eyes come alight and feeling the vibrations of your excited hums.
You pull back with and stroke his cock at a brisk pace, gasping out a plea for him to, “Keep talking to me. You sound so fucking hot.”
“That’s it sweetheart, don’t stop.” He guides your head back down onto his cock, “Keep using that pretty mouth of yours.”
The praise has your mind reeling, pride swelling in your chest. Even as your mouth works the turgid flesh of his cock, the corners of your lips turn upwards in a proud smile. Every pet name and endearment makes your chest warm with elation, and makes your core pulse with arousal. Reveling in the way his cock fills your mouth, you pick up the pace. You suckle faster, harder, in time with his rough grunts and groans for more. You move down lower and lower, until your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of the tip breaching your throat. Every time you swallow, you feel the cold, sharp press of his knife against your throat, your heart racing at the sensation. His hips buck in time with your motions up and down on his cock, and before you know it, your nose meets the zipper of his hoodie with every thrust.
You look up intently, staring up at the ivory colored cover over his face, and the cruel smile scratched onto the surface. With the barrier of the mask, you’re made to focus on the sounds emitted from within, on his filthy words and guttural moans of pleasure. There’s something melodic to his voice that makes it sound like he’s singing your praises, and it makes pure, aching need radiate from between your legs. Your other hand slips into your pants, pressing against your clit to try and seek some relief. He sounds so fucking good, and you wanna hear more.
“You’re so good at this baby, so fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” He pants shamelessly, and it takes everything in you not to cum from his praise alone. You’ve managed to make him come apart already, managed to unthaw his icy resolve with the liquid heat of lust. You can tell he’s getting close from the way his cock throbs in your mouth, from the way his balls tense against your chin. You pick up the pace, sucking faster to bring him to climax. Your other hand fondles his balls, softly enough to tease and titillate, keeping him enveloped in you as you bring him closer to release. He stops you before you right before he cums, tugging you off his cock with a hand in your hair, letting out rasping gasps for air.
Right as you’re about to question him, he answers the query forming on your tongue, “Don’t wanna cum yet. I wanna fuck you first.”
Despite being out of breath, you manage to smirk and breathlessly quip, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
You’re quick to stand and lean back against the generator, spreading your legs so he can slot himself between them. Anticipation has your hands working quickly to undo your pants and shove them out of the way, already aching to feel his touch on your bare skin. You barely manage to step out of one pant leg before he pulls you closer with a growl, “C’mere baby. Lemme get you ready for me.”
It’s flattering as well as erotic to see that he’s just as impatient as you. With a strong grasp, he hitches your leg over his hip, bringing you flush against him. That same hand trails down to your inner thigh, before stopping right between your legs. Even through your panties, the contact makes your breath hitch sharply. He strokes your folds through the fabric, the slight stimulation making you shudder already.
“You’re so wet for me baby.” He murmurs, fingers curling into the garment to move it to the side, “Is all this because of me?”
“Don’t be so fucking smug.” You retort, grabbing his shoulders for balance, “I just had you begging for me.”
“And here you are, soaking wet just from sucking my dick.” He tilts his head, leaning in close enough to mutter right in your ear, “Do you really need me that bad?”
“No more than you need me.” Your fiery retort fizzles out into gasping embers on your tongue the moment his fingers slide between your bare folds.
“Hmm, what was that sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that.” He hums, chuckling at your wanton moan before he keeps going. Even as he brushes over your clit with meandering strokes, he has you close to losing yourself completely. You arch your hips up into his touch as he rubs circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sound of your needy whimpers delights him, and he picks up the pace so he can hear more.
Your head tilts back the moment his finger pushes past your entrance. By now your mind is beyond hazy with need, and the relief of finally feeling him inside you has you whining aloud. He thrusts slowly, the slide slickened by the gloss of your arousal. He adds another finger soon after, already feeling you open up for him. The slick friction within you has your mind racing and has a litany of breathy, curse ridden moans pouring from your lips. His thumb keeps rubbing circles over your clit, fueling the flames of pleasure that rage hot enough to burn. You grab onto his shoulders tighter, clutching the fabric of his hoodie for balance as your legs tremble. His fingers move with expert deftness, and you can’t help but whimper, “How the fuck are you so good at this?”
He smirks behind his mask, reaching that tender spot that has you gasping at the sudden surge of elevated pleasure, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
In truth he’s going off of innate conjecture, simply responding to the cues from your body and the wavering pitch of your voice, but it’s fun to tease you this way. He massages your sweet spot with come hither motions, further submerging you in bliss. Just to add to your ecstasy, he wields his knife with his other hand, cutting your shirt open before placing it right between your collarbone and the top of your breast. The blade slowly drags over your skin, the scape of pain sparking static flares of pleasure that have you clenching around his fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry out and arch up against the sharp edge of the blade just to feel more. He keeps going easily, wielding his knife with expert deftness, dragging the edge right over your racing heart. He makes you feel the intensity of the blade without breaching the skin, all while ravaging you with his fingers. The only thing that keeps you from writhing in his grasp is the threat of the knife piercing your flesh, the looming danger of which has adrenaline mixing with pleasure in the most delectable way.
If it wasn’t for that damn mask, you’d surely be moaning right against his lips and letting your tongue stroke his own. Your mind reels envisioning what he looks like beneath that mask, and it anchors you to this moment. Would his brows crease the longer he pleases you? Would his lips remain parted as he stares at you? Is his intense stare one of carnal hunger, amorous desire, or some combination of the two?
As good as he’s making you feel, you want to feel even more. You want something bigger and thicker than just his fingers, something that connects you to him fully. Your back arches, pressing your chest right against his. Your body craves even more contact, even more sensation, even more of him.
“Fuck me already.” You plead, earnest desire shining in your eyes, “Please, I want you to fuck me, now.”
Neither of you waste another moment. With his aid, you’re perched right against the generator, precariously balanced right on the edge of the jutting console. He grabs your hip and both of you moan aloud as he slides into you with ease. He eases his way all the way inside you, fully enveloping himself in your tight heat, groaning all the while at how good you feel around him. Rocking his hips, he starts to fuck you right against the generator, keeping the blade pressed against you all the while.
The rustic engine creaks loudly and rocks with every thrust, but neither of you pay this any heed. All he’s focused on is how you’re practically sucking him in with every thrust, and all you can focus on is the feeling of being stretched out on his cock. He fucks you at a steady pace before gradually picking up speed, smoothly rolling and gyrating his hips to make you gasp out in pleasure. The knife provides the perfect press of pain to have you spiraling into a whirlwind of bliss. You both come apart easily, melting into each other, merged right at your thrusting hips as you grind against each other in search of sensation. Despite the pervasive frost, heat builds between you both intensely enough to have sweat beading on your brow.
“So good.” He groans languidly, drawing out the syllables, the forehead of his mask pressed to yours, “You feel so fucking good baby, fuck.”
You clench around him at this, making him moan louder. You buck your hips to meet his thrusts, trying to get him even deeper, trying to feel him even more. Your mind blanks, your body absolutely alight with bliss, and you pant out moan after wanton moan. He shifts the angle ever so slightly, just enough to have him reaching another soft spot deep inside you. The action makes you keen aloud and tossing your head back, arms wrapping around his neck, “Fuck yes, right there! Right there, yes! Harder!”
Tossing his knife aside, he uses both hands to grasp your ass instead, pounding right against that spot. He pistons his hips, faster and faster as the moments pass, grunting in pleasure all the while. The head of his cock presses right against that tender spot over and over with each thrust, your breathing reduced to rasping puffs of air as you try to keep up. He rails you with reckless abandon, surges of pure euphoria coursing through you at a breakneck pace. You take it all in eagerly, greedily, grabbing him tighter so you don’t completely slip away.
“That’s it sweetheart, that’s it.” He mutters, his voice lowered to a rough growl, “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. Can’t get enough of this pussy.”
Unbeknownst to you, a couple of the other people trapped in this trial sneak near the chalet in search of a generator. Their hearts begin racing being in such close proximity to the killer, but they inch closer nonetheless. They peek through one of the busted windows, only to see you getting railed right against the generator they need to power to escape, only to hear him groaning shamelessly about how good you feel while you let out choked cries of bliss. They scurry off in search of another generator, though even their loud footsteps can’t be heard over the cacophony of carnal decadence within.
Caution has been tossed to the winter wind. Right now, the circumstances that led you here; the trial and the looming evil that permeates this world, don’t fucking matter. All that matters is the profound pleasure you feel, the intensity of your close proximity, and the satisfaction that you finally have each other within your grasp. The coil of ecstacy curls tighter in your core with each passing moment, signifying your impending release. His pace starts to falter, hips stuttering, signifying that he’s right there with you chasing his high.
“Gonna cum baby.” He manages to breathe out between rough groans, grabbing onto you tighter to anchor himself, “Wanna feel you cum right on my cock.”
“Cum in me. Please I wanna feel you cum in me so fucking bad” Your plea sounds like a half delirious babble, but he hears you loud and clear.
A few more thrusts and he’s stilling against you with a drawn out groan, spurts of liquid release shooting deep inside you. Feeling his cock pulse with every spurt of cum has you careening over the edge of ecstasy. The infernos of euphoria sweep through your body in blazing waves that consume you whole, making tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you scream. You shudder and tighten around him in fluttering pulses through your orgasm as he works you through it, suspended right in the throes of pure, primal passion.
You pant heavily as you cum down, letting your hands slip from his shoulders down to either side of the generator. He likewise loosens his grip on your ass, though his hands still rest on the curve of your cheeks. You lean back and away from him, just to get a reprieve from the intense heat. The pervasive winter chill settles over you both, cooling you in just the right way.
Your query breaks the silence, “So, have I earned it?”
“Earned what?” He questions, still somewhat out of breath.
“Getting to take your mask off.” You quirk a brow and chuckle, “Have you forgotten already?”
“In my defense, my mind has been occupied for the last little while.” He slyly replies, running his hand along your bare thigh, “Can’t imagine why.”
You huff out a laugh that brings with it a puff of cold air, “Yea that’s a real mystery.”
“But I’d say yes, you’ve earned it sweetheart.” Pushing back his hood, he reaches behind his head, undoing the fastening that keeps the mask in place. You straighten up attentively, eager to see him fully. Finally you’re getting what you’ve been waiting for. You can’t keep the smile off your face when you see him lower the mask and move it aside. The ceramic no longer conceals his face and oh…wow…
You assumed he would be hot. You hoped he would be hot, but the face staring back at you is nothing short of stunning perfection. You’re drawn right to his sharp eyes, so intense you can easily get lost in them. His smooth skin glows in the radiance of the firelight, the highpoints of his face reflecting the flickering gleam. Your line of sight roves over his thick black eyebrows, his raised cheekbones, his sharp jawline, and you’re left wondering how the hell someone can be this beautiful. He’s a living contradiction, with long hair gray as ashen snow framing a face that exudes youthful elegance. The personification of regal beauty stands just across from you, the kind of beauty that must be shielded from hellish landscapes like this one. Perhaps that’s why he wore the mask. You don’t know. All you know is that the bow shaped pout of his lips looks so soft, you want to pull him in for a kiss and never let up.
Smug pride doesn’t begin to encapsulate what you feel when you realize that you’re the only one that gets to witness such beauty.
Your expression must be one of stunned bewilderment, because he comments on it with a bemused chuckle, “You can pick your jaw up off the floor, sweetheart. I didn’t think I looked that bad.”
You adamantly refute this with a shake of your head, “No, on the contrary. You look even better than I ever envisioned.”
“Am I really that hot?” He jests, huffing out a laugh.
“Better.” You tell him earnestly, “You look like royalty.”
You reach out to him, fitting your hand to the curve of his face. He lets you, and even leans into your touch ever so subtly, which has a giddy sense of glee blooming in your chest. The longer you stare, the more heat rises to the surface of your cheeks. You’ve seen his face, claimed your ultimate prize, and it’s even better than you could’ve imagined. All of this begs the question; what do you do now?
As far as you’re concerned, there’s only one thing to do.
A moment later, both of you close the distance with a series of searing kisses. Already you’re moaning into each other’s mouths as you savor the softness of each other’s lips. Already you’re grasping at each other as you try to get impossibly closer. You’ve been wanting to kiss each other the whole night, so now is your time to ravenously indulge.
Without breaking contact, he helps you off the generator, leading you over to the couches that line the conversation pit. He falls back onto one of the curved cushions of the couch, pulling you down with him by the hips. Your tongue slips past his lips and meets his, and he eagerly parts his lips to let you lick into his mouth. Your tongues come together with each kiss, sensually stroking each other, and you moan right into each other’s mouths. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to pull you closer, just as your own hand runs through his hair. You straddle his lap, letting yourself settle right on top of him as you continue to make out.
Now that he’s finally kissing you, he only wants you more. Your lips feel so fucking good against his, so soft and perfect, and he never wants to stop feeling you. Hearing your satisfied hums against his lips only adds to his delight. He wants to keep being your source of enjoyment, the reason for your sighs of content and your cries of ecstasy. He wants to keep exploring your beautiful body, to discover all the ways to make you feel good, to shield you from the harsh winter chill by kindling the fires of fervent desire. Most importantly, he wants to be the only one to do so. Fatigue from such intense sex is the only thing keeping him from acting on his desire to give you more. Besides, he quite enjoys languidly kissing you like this. It’s pleasant to say the least.
The apples of your cheeks simmer with the heat of infatuation, searing hotter as his thumb starts running over the curve of your face with every kiss. Your heart soars at the fond interest you feel emanating off of him, which is just as potent enough to match your own. You never want to leave his side, never want him to stop dousing you in such intimate affection. Pleasure was fun, but this is just as rewarding. Sharing kisses is just as satisfying as sharing orgasms, and now that you’ve done both with him, you’re over the moon with elation. Having the exact source of your obsession in your arms like this fills you with covetous joy, and you don’t plan on letting him go any time soon.
The kisses you exchange get gentler and gentler until they come to a stop, that sensual softness building between you taken over by the pull of slumber. Before you know it, the only sounds in the room are the crackle of the flame, the ever present trill of the winter wind, and the soft sound of your breathing. The last thing you remember is resting on the rise and fall of his strong chest, and the soft warmth of his lips upon your cheek.
Beyond the bounds of your perception, the dark entity that reigns over this cursed domain feeds off your emotions, and thus lets you remain to indulge in each other for the time being.
*****
You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep. The endless night makes it so you can never tell how much time passes. It could’ve been a few hours, it could’ve been a matter of days. You have no way to know. The sky is just as dark and the snowfall is just as heavy as before, so it’s truly anyone’s guess as to how long you’ve been here.
You hear the telltale cry of agony and anguish as someone gets mounted on a distant hook. The bellowing, otherworldly snarl that follows tells you The Entity has come to claim yet another unlucky soul. Mild disappointment settles in your chest when you realize you missed a chance to watch him kill again. You suppose your time with him is over.
You tug your clothes back in place, planning to depart through one of the gaping holes in the wall. Surely at least one of the exits is open now. Surely the others couldn't have been that incompetent. Time to survive yet another trial. That disappointment festers and permeates as you scan the walls in search of an opening in the worn wood. You don’t want to leave to face another killer that’s not him, especially now after you’ve just been so intimately entwined. You glumly ponder how long it might be before you get to see him again.
Before you can make it away from the couch, he advances on you with a burst of speed. In the blink of an eye his body is pressed against yours, his arms are wrapped around you, and the edge of his knife is laid against your throat. He murmurs, low and rough in your ear, “Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?”
He’s still here! Fuck, this is the first time he managed to catch you off guard, and it’s even more thrilling than you ever imagined. That familiar match of arousal is stricken up your spine, prompting you to let out a soft moan. The cover of white in the corner of your eye tells you his mask is back on, that the latest unlucky victim didn’t have the privilege of seeing the beauty that’s concealed within. He’s fired up from a fresh kill, and your pulse pounds between the serrations on the back of his blade.
You shrug, though you settle into his arms, “Going back to The Campfire. Shouldn’t you be off to another realm by now?”
“That only happens if everyone here either dies or runs off, and as far as I can see, you still remain.” The frosted wisps of his breath tickle the side of your neck and drive a warm shiver through your body.
“Then hook me, or let me pass through the exit, so we can complete this trial.” You tell him, though your reluctance to continue that endless loop seeps through in your voice. After waiting for so long you finally got the chance to have him, and you’ll be damned if you let this go to waste. But the warmth of The Campfire calls, and the image of its flaming light flickers at the forefront of your mind.
Thankfully, he seems to have the same mindset, for he admits that, “As far as I’m concerned, the game’s not over yet. I’m having way too much fun playing with you baby, and I have a feeling you wanna keep playing with me too.”
He’s right. He’s so right. You waited so long for this, and there’s no way you want to stop now. The piercing frigidness of the blade against your neck contrasts the warmth of his body, and you want nothing more than to melt in his embrace. You want to keep feeling his touch all over you, for him to fully acquaint himself with your body, to give yourself to him completely. Now that you’ve seen his face, you want to feel his lips join the fray and grant you pleasure. Just thinking about it makes you ache for the possibilities.
Seeking to add to your desire, his other hand slowly trails down your side as he hums right in your ear, “Why go back out there in the cold, when I can keep you warm in here?”
His words sound rather intimate, warmed by the smooth, endearing lilt with which he spoke them. His query rolled off the tongue so naturally neither obscure the moment by questioning it. Heat brims right at the surface of your cheeks and your heart flutters rapidly. Both sensations are only intensified as he grasps right where your hip meets your leg, wordlessly requesting to keep going. You arch up against him and grant him access, letting your thighs part just enough for him to slip his hand in your pants between your legs. His fingers find your clit instantly and you whine at the sudden surge of pleasure, whimpering as he slowly strokes your sensitive bundle of nerves. He strokes you at a meandering pace, keeping his focus right in your clit with the perfect amount of pressure to have you moaning in his arms. Already his touch sets your body ablaze. Already you crave more of what he has to offer. Already you’re sinking into his touch. The press of the knife keeps your body tense enough to remain upright, because without it, you would’ve surely melted into the floor by now.
“Besides, I can’t possibly let you go now.” He murmurs right in your ear, his voice sending pleasant shudders down your spine, “You’ve seen me without my mask. How do I know you won’t just reveal my identity to the next batch of victims?”
You halt his motions by grabbing his wrist for emphasis, turning your head just enough to smirk at him, “Because I want you all to myself.”
His eyes widen in shock, stunned again by your words alone. He’s not sure what he expected you to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. You’re just full of surprises.
You surprise him yet again by turning around in his grasp, taking off his mask so quickly he barely has a chance to react. You fit your hand to the curve of his face as the blade rests against the curve of your neck, though there’s not a hint of fear in your voice when you speak, only avid affinity, “I’m the only one that got to see this stunning face. I don’t wanna share this with anyone else.”
You lean in closer, your face so close he can almost feel your mouth against his when you say, “I want to be the only one to ever see you like this, the only one to please you. I want my lips to be the only ones you’ll ever feel against yours. I want my embrace to be the only one you fall into. I want to be the only one you give yourself too. I want you to be mine, all mine.”
He stands there in shock, lips parted to speak but he’s stunned to silence. It’s like you reached into the deepest recesses of his mind to draw out his innermost desires, desires he didn’t even know were present until you brought them to the forefront. He’s never had someone so enamored he inspires such possessive infatuation, though to be fair he’s never afforded himself the chance. But he wants what you’re offering. He wants you to overtake him completely. He wants it so bad, and he didn’t even realize how much until you brought it out of him. He wants to be yours, just as he now wants you to be his. No one else should have you, and he doesn’t want to give himself to anyone else.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He leans in, almost close enough for your lips to touch, “Make me yours, sweetheart.”
When your lips meet, an inferno of decadent desire blazes within you both. Your kisses are messy presses of lips, the slick slide only enticing you more. You grasp the hair on the back of his head, and his knife falls to the floor with a clatter, his hands finding purchase on your ass once again. You fall back onto the couch and pull him on top of you, just as he had done with you not long before. His thighs rest on either side of your hips, his tongue running over the swell of your bottom lip, requesting access to your mouth. You’re quick to pull him closer, grabbing his shoulders while you let your tongue mingle with his. Already, his hips are rolling against yours, grinding against you as he moans into your mouth.
He’s yours. No one else’s, just yours. An avaricious growl deepens your moans as you move your hands down, grabbing hold of the zipper of his hoodie. He nods, silently telling you to take it off. You make short work of the zipper before sliding the garment off his shoulders. He ardently reveals himself to you, and you move to do the same, sitting up to grab the hem of your shirt and tug it off. You discover he was only wearing a simple tank top beneath the hooded sweatshirt that leaves little to the imagination, and the sight of his muscular arms and toned chest has your breath hitching.
“Oh wow…” He emits a low sound of awe at the sight of you without your shirt, his eyes instantly drawn to your breasts.
“Like what you see?” You quip, tilting your head slyly.
“Love what I see.” Is his growled response. You feel his hums against your skin as he leans in and peppers kisses all over your chest, exploring the slope of your breasts with his eager mouth. You sigh in content and arch up against him, loving the soft warmth of his lips against your skin. It’s so easy to lose yourself to him, to let yourself go and let lust take over, to sit back and take in the sensations he gives you. He kisses his way down your body, his lips lingering at your belly as he unfastens your pants. He takes his time tracing the contour of your waist with his mouth, slowly making his way down to your hips, making pleasant rushes flutter through you. He eases your pants down your legs, and you lift your hips to aid the slide. He pauses once your panties are exposed, rubbing your clit with his thumb right through the fabric.
“You’re already so wet, baby.” He stares right at the wet spot in the center of your panties in awe, watching it get even wetter right before his eyes.
Instead of a snarky quip, you confess with a soft sigh and run your fingers through his hair, “You make me feel good.”
He peers up at you with an impish grin that has no right being as attractive as it is, “I bet I can make you feel even better.”
“And how would you do that?” You tilt your head curiously, though you already know the answer to your own question.
He curls his fingers in your panties, not taking them off just yet, wanting to tell you exactly what he means first, “Well, you did make me feel really good when you went down on me earlier. It’s only fair that I return the favor, right sweetheart?”
“Sounds fair to me. Go for it.” You nod emphatically, already clenching around nothing at the thought of him using his tongue on you.
Your approval spurs him on. He shucks your panties down in one smooth motion, kneeling on the floor before you. You turn and spread your thighs, and he’s quick to move between them, his tongue already making its way between your folds. The first drag of his tongue against your folds has you moaning aloud, head tipping back against the couch. He licks at you slowly, taking in the way you taste, letting the tip of his tongue flick your clit before he’s diving back in. His hands grip your thighs as he presses in deeper, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue laps up the slick arousal seeping from your entrance.
“Fuck, why haven’t we done this sooner?” He rasps out in bewilderment, and before you can answer, his lips latch right onto your sensitive bundle of your nerves. He suckles slowly, drawing out the pleasurable sensations and drawing languid moans from between your lips. You grab onto his hair, pulling it up and away from his face.
How he manages to look so pretty from this angle is beyond you. His full lashes fan out over his cheekbones in the most charmingly coquettish way. The high points on his face glow with a flickering golden amber hue from the fire. His eyes have deepened to a beautifully deep hue of hedonistic want, and when his eyes meet yours, your breath is drawn right from your lungs in a sharp hitch. He hums as he pleases you with his mouth, moving his head back and forth every so slightly, just to make you moan. His tongue runs right over the very tip of your clit, and sinuous sparks of sensual bliss shoot up your spine in surges.
He pauses once more to catch his breath, mouth agape as he stares up at you and earnestly says, “I can’t believe I waited so long to taste you. Fuck, you’re delicious.”
As much as his shameless raving about how good you taste makes you swoon, you feel that aching need for more radiating from your core. You grasp his hair, pressing his face right against your quivering folds, “Then why don’t you stop talking and make up for lost time?”
His eyes roll back before fluttering shut at your commanding tone, instantly obliging with an eager moan. He pulls you closer, tugging your hips to the edge of the couch so you can drape your legs over his shoulders. He increases the intensity, sucking and licking your clit with a fervor you haven’t yet seen. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you whine for more, your hips arching up against his face. Your nails dig into the couch and scrape along the cushion before you decide to grab onto his hair, tugging the strands of ashen silver for purchase. He grasps your hips with both hands, but makes no moves to stop you from fucking his face. The more incessantly you buck your hips, the faster he goes, determined to bring you to the edge. He moves down for a moment to trace your entrance with his tongue, making you squirm right against his tongue.
“Please, more. Fuck, give me more.” You pant, your thoughts too scrambled to form a coherent sentence, “Wanna keep feeling your tongue.”
He smirks up at you, seeming to understand exactly what you mean. Your eyes roll back before fluttering shut as you feel his tongue push inside you. The wet muscle fits to the contour of your inner walls, stimulating you from the inside. You whine louder, chest rising and falling rapidly as your mind begins to whirl. He licks up your arousal right from the source, hungrily feasting on your essence. He groans at the taste, sending vibrating thrums of titillation right through your core. You buck your hips up faster, all but fucking yourself with his tongue, and he lets you fuck his face with fervent enthusiasm. Pleasure courses through you in intense waves, your thighs trembling on either side of his head the longer you remain immersed in the sensations. Your pleasure quickly begins to mount, that coil in your core tightening with the tension and pleading for release.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You whimper, rocking your hips against his face as you chase your high, “Make me cum baby, please.”
He keeps fucking you with his tongue with a rough groan, the vibrations of which only intensify your pleasure. Bringing his hand towards the apex of your thighs, his thumb traces circles over your clit, driving closer to the edge. All it takes is a few circling strokes of his thumb and another few laps of his tongue before you’re coming completely undone. You cum right against his face, the wet heat of your release flowing right onto his tongue. He laps up your essence eagerly, greedily, taking everything your orgasm gives him. Your eyes squeeze shut as you ride out your high, rolling your hips against his face in time with each bout of ecstasy that rolls over you.
Your eyes meet as soon as you come down, and you’re instantly overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare. He grins up at you, pressing kisses to your thigh that have your heart fluttering in your chest. His lips are completely slick with your release, glistening in the firelight, and his face is tinged with the prettiest pink hue from the exertion. His hair in complete disarray, the silver locks haphazardly strewn about and falling over his face. Even though he looks totally fucked out, he still manages to be so damn pretty, his visage elevating his fucked out appearance to paint the portrait of absolutely wrecked debauchery. You’re ready to move to your knees to return the favor, only to be stopped by a shake of his head, “I want you to fuck me.”
He takes his place on the couch right beside where you’re sitting, making quick work of his pants and underwear. He chucks them aside, revealing his fully hard cock. Your tongue sweeps over your bottom lip at the sight of precum beading at the tip, flowing down the length of his turgid flesh and glinting in the light.
“Did you get that turned on just from eating me out?” You return the jest from before, leaning closer to him. Instead of quipping back, he leans in too, capturing your lips with a searing kiss. Your lips meet in a messy lip lock that’s little more than a tangle of tongues, fully portraying your need for more. You shudder in arousal at the taste of yourself on his tongue and the slick softness of his lips.
Pulling away, he beckons you closer with a sultry stare and a hand stroking his cock, “C’mere and ride me, sweetheart.”
You don’t need to be told twice, especially not in the face of such a delectable display of desire. Straddling his lap, you’re quick to sink down onto his length, hands resting on his shoulders as you ease yourself down. You take him inch by inch, stretching around his girth, moaning all the while.
“Fuck you feel so fucking good, so tight and wet.” He groans, grasping your hips to bring you all the way down onto his dick.
“Only for you baby.” You hum, grinding your hips once he’s bottomed out, “Only for you.”
A pink hue stains his cheeks at the pet name and you grin at the sight. Slowly, you start up a pace of moving up and down on his cock, making you both moan at the feeling. From this angle, his cock gives you exquisite pleasure in a new, impeccable way, brushing against a tender spot you didn’t even know was there. The head of his cock meets that spot every time you bring your hips down, making you shudder and squirm on his lap. His hands roam your body while you set the pace, rolling his hips up to meet yours in search of more friction. Tugging your bra out of the way, he fondles your breasts, his eyes transfixed on the way they move in his hands.
You gasp out a whine when his lips wrap around your nipple, relishing in the radiating warmth of his wet mouth, “Fuck, keep doing that baby. Keep fucking doing that.”
Nodding he keeps sucking on your nipple, letting his eyes slide shut as you pick up the pace. Your pleasure intensifies, making you bring your hips down harder as you chase another rapidly approaching orgasm. He matches your fervent desperation, his hips bucking up to meet yours at the same rapid pace. Your fingers run through the hair on the back of his head before grasping the strands right at the root, pressing his face in deeper. He whimpers out a deep moan at this, pulling back just to rasp before sucking on your other nipple, “Harder baby, fuck me harder.”
You bring your hips down harder in response to his plea, feeling him moan around your nipple. His hands roam your thighs before grasping your ass once more, holding onto you as he feels himself slipping away into bliss once more. You’re quick to follow him into that chase for ecstasy. It mirrors your chases with him across the arena of the trials, with him hot on your heels as you speed ahead. Only this time, the arousal from before is replaced with palpable pleasure that has your head spinning, that has your body rolling with every flare of bliss that’s ignited within you. This time you have each other in your grasp, with no plans to let each other go. This time, you sprint to your final goal of ecstasy as one, working in tandem to bring each other to the edge.
You breathe out that you’re about to cum, your hips stuttering every so slightly as the need for release overrides the attempt at coordinated movement. His thrusts are just as sloppy, simply focused on driving his cock deep inside you over and over again. He mumbles right between your breasts, pressing himself as close to you as he possibly can, “Cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna feel you cum on my cock so fucking bad, please.”
You bring your hips down one final time, crying out in bliss and arching against him. Feeling you clench around him in fluttering pulses has him falling into the abyss of euphoria with you, his release spilling into you in spurts of hot cum. He tosses his head back and you see the ecstasy that overtakes his gorgeous face, his lips falling open to let out cries of bliss. The flickering flames of ecstasy burn much hotter than the fire behind you, bombarding you with a hot white deluge of passion that rolls beneath the surface of your skin in cresting waves. You grind against him, driving the head of his cock against your tender spot, riding out your orgasm for as long as you possibly can.
As you both come down from the precipice of pleasure, your lips meet once more. Your kisses are softer this time, your mouths slotting together in barely there presses of lips as you try to catch your breath. You let your hands curl around the column of his neck and caress him, just as his arms wind around your waist and keep you close. For a while you bask in the warmth of the fire, and the warmth of the sentiment brewing between you.
To say he’s ecstatic is an understatement. In a dull existence of endless trials to appease a dark entity, you’ve given him the perfect respite. You provided more than just stimulation, but true passion and excitement, something to actually get his blood pumping. He can’t believe that he was being pursued by someone as gorgeous as you all this time, and the realization has his face warming. Holding you in his arms like this, sharing in that post orgasm afterglow while you’re still connected in the most intimate way, is something of a dream come true. A smile lifts the corner of his lips, widening the longer he kisses you, and he’s sure you can feel his grin against your lips. He can see himself falling for you already, and he can feel an obsessive affinity beginning to brew. He already can’t envision being with anyone else like this, ever. Already, he feels like you’re the only one that he needs. Already, he wants to be the only one that you ever need.
Little does he know that he already is.
As for you, you’re elated that you’ve managed to snag your own slice of heaven in this hellish world. Even though you’ve already fucked twice, you still can’t believe you finally got him all to yourself after what felt like endless pining. Basking in his undivided attention, his surprisingly gentle embrace, his curiously tender kisses where he smiles against your lips, is better than you could’ve ever hoped. What makes you even happier is that he seems to yearn for you as you yearn for him, that in all of this, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You can’t believe you’re intimately entangled with him, savoring the warmth of his body as you lean against the rise and fall of his chest. When you shift closer, and press your chest to his just right, you can feel that his heartbeat is in sync with yours. Just as it should be. Just as it should always be.
There is just one glaring detail that’s missing.
“What are you thinking about?” He gently breaks the silence, his hand meandering over the small of your back in soft strokes.
“Honestly?” You huff out a laugh, “I realized something. I don’t know what to call you besides baby. You seemed to like that quite a bit.”
“It’s Xiaojun.” He says, quietly enough to be hidden by the whistling howl of the wind.
You weren’t expecting him to open up so quickly, “What?”
“My name. It’s Xiaojun.” He repeats without hesitation, quickly adding, “I’ve never told anyone that before, but if I’m yours, I figure you ought to know that.”
“And as much as I like calling you sweetheart, I wanna know your name as well. I want you to be mine just as much.” The very real feeling of his hands caressing your thighs is the only thing that tells you that you’re not presently dreaming. His request, as well as the grin that lifts his lips when he makes it, makes you dizzy with joy. He wants to know you too? He wants you to be his? You can hardly believe it, your mind reeling so much you have to steady yourself on his shoulders. You barely feel your own lips moving as you tell him your name, but the way his eyes brighten tells you that he must’ve heard you. He repeats it to himself, slowly, savoring the way the syllables melt sweetly over his tongue like candy. You smile knowing that he’ll be the only one to know something so personal about you, and you’re the only one who will ever know this detail about him. He really is yours. Xiaojun is really yours.
Up until now, The Entity has been feeding off of the lust and the affection brewing between you both. The Entity has let you be for what it has deemed to be long enough, and now it compels you to reset. That entity implants an image of The Campfire in your mind so intense it’s all you can focus on, making the familiar flame call to you with a shrill, piercing command to return. He sees you grimace, and instantly knows what’s going through your mind.
“The Campfire calls?” He attempts to smile, though a touch of dismay crosses his features.
You sigh once the shrill sound quiets down, mirroring his expression, “The Campfire calls.”
You pull away from each other, gathering your clothes from where they’re strewn about on the couch and sliding them back on. The fabric of your shirt is split over right around your collarbone from where he cut into it earlier, and you smile at the reminder of your time together. Maybe next time, he’ll leave marks of lovebites and hickeys upon your skin. Now you have something to yearn for the next time you see him. You watch as he puts his clothes back on, your gaze lingering on his hands as he zips up his sweatshirt and puts the hood back on.
He grabs his trademark mask from off the floor, but he doesn’t put it on yet. Instead he makes his way over to you, pressing a final kiss to your lips with a vow of, “I will see you again.”
You grab his hood and kiss him as well, whispering your own vow against his lips, “You better, or I’ll fight through The Fog myself to find you.”
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Y/N: “My brother, Snowstorm wants to double date tonight with Mark.
Barry: “Mark Blaine?”
Y/N: “Yup. My brother got the Ex-Villain. I got the hero. It’s strange how we have different taste in men.”
Barry: *Chuckles*
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#cw the flash#the flash x male reader#barry allen x male reader#barry allen#grant gustin x male reader#grant gustin#Mark Blaine#chillblaine#Male Killer Frost#Mark Blaine x male reader#jon cor#Jon Cor x male reader
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Hoe's request rules!
Hi there! I love getting requests, but since I've gotten a specific one recently, I figured I should set up some rules/things I won't write for. This will likely be expanding, so check in before requests :)
Who I write (pink means current fav)
Jack Champion
Ethan Landry
Spencer Reid
Draco Malfoy
Peter Parker (All)
Xavier Thorpe
Matthew Gray Gubler
Gwen Stacy
Steve Harrington
Gar Logan
Barry Allen
Dick Grayson
Charles Xavier
Pietro Maximoff
Wanda Maximoff
Natasha Romanoff
Dave Lizewski
Killer Frost
Note: for real people I will not write smut.
Charlie Slimecicle
Coriolanus Snow
Conrad Fisher
Character traits/experiences/actions I won't write:
Explicit POC reader (I write my x reader's to be race-less, but as a white woman I don't feel comfortable writing for POC specific)
Explicit male reader (I include the pronouns I use, but I am a woman, so I don't feel comfortable writing an AMAB reader)
Self Harm (I will write for ED's)
Pregnancy
Parent reader
Relationships I won't write:
Teacher x student
Age gap
Boss x worker
Poly/open relationships
Cheating
Step-cest
NSFW things I will not write:
The previously mentioned relationships
Skat
Piss kinks
Rape
Forced pregnancy
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Caitlin snow x male reader x killer frost
where Caitlin and Frost decide to have a polyamorous relationship with the reader
Caitlin: hey baby
Caitlin gives Y/N a kiss, and so does Killer Frost…
Killer Frost: hey lover
Y/N: I’m in heaven
Killer Frost: despite our powers, we’re gonna keep you so toasty
Caitlin: cuddle party?
Y/N: yes please
#killer frost#caitlin snow#poly relationship#Caitlin x reader#killer frost x reader#killer frost imagine#Caitlin snow imagine#the flash#arrowverse#dc cw universe#dc comics imagine#dc comics incorrect quotes#dc comics fluff#dc comics
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-Characters-
All characters listed are in alphabetical order for ease of access.
Do note that characters marked with (L) are canonically lesbian and thus will not be paired with male characters as per the rules.
-Accepted RWBY Characters: Adam Taurus, Adrian Cotta-Arc, Alyx Liddel, Amber, Ambrosius, An Ren, Arslan Atlan, Banesaw, Bianca Prisma, Blacksmith, Blake Belladonna, Bleiss Schnee/Gele, Bolin Hori, Bram Thornmane, Brawnz Ni, Cardin Winchester, Caroline Cordovin, Cinder Fall, Clover Ebi, Coco Adel (L), Corsac Albaine, Deery, Dew Gayl, Dove Bronzewing, Elm Ederne, Emerald Sustrai, Fennec Albaine, Fiona Thyme, Flynt Coal, Fox Alistair, Ghira Belladonna, Grimm, Gwen Darcy, Harriet Bree, Hazel Rainart, Ilia Amitola (L), Ivori, Ivy Thickety, Jacques Schnee, James Ironwood, Jaune Arc**, Lewis Liddel, Li Ren, Lie Ren, Maria Calavera, Marrow Amin, May Marigold, May Zedong, Mercury Black, Nadir Shiko, Nebula Violette, Neopolitain/Trivia Vanille, Neon Katt, Neptune Vasilias, Nolan Porfilio, Nora Valkyrie, Octavia Ember, Olive Harper, Original Characters, Oscar Pine, Ozpin, Penny Poledina, Peter Port, Pyrrha Nikos, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Reese Chloris, Rhodes, Roane Ashwood, Robyn Hill, Rolf, Roman Torchwick, Roy Stallion, Ruby Rose, Ruda Tilleroot, Russel Thrush, Sage Ayana, Salem, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Scarlet David, Sienna Khan, Sky Lark, Summer Rose, Sun Wukong, Taiyang Xiao Long, Terra Cotta-Arc, Tock, Trifa, Velvet Scarlatina, Weiss Schnee, Whitley Schnee, Willow Schnee, Winter Schnee, Xanthe Rumpole, Yang Xiao Long, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Yuma.
-Unaccepted RWBY Characters: Apathy, Arthur Watts, Bartholomew Oobleck, Curious Cat, Jabberwalker, Jinxi, Juniper, Little/Somewhat, Leo Lionhart, Muses, Pietro, Reader, Red Prince, Red Soldier, Tyrian Callows, Vine Zeke, Zwei.
-Characters Outside RWBY That I Write:
Arcane/LoL: Caitlin, Jinx, Vi
Avatar: Aang, Asami, Azula, Bolin, Jin, Jinora, June, Katara, Korra, Kuvira, Mai, Mako, Prince Wu, Sokka, Suki, Toph, Ty Lee, Ursa, Zuko
AWOG: Gumball Watterson, Nicole Watterson
Beastars: Haru, Jack, Juno, Legoshi, Louis
Ben Ten: Ben Tennyson, Gwen Tennyson
Big Hero 6: Aunt Cass, Hiro Himada, Honey Lemon, Tadashi Himada, Wasabi
Carmen Santiago: Carmen Santiago, Ivy, Zack
Chainsaw Man: Denji, Kobeni, Power
Cyberpunk: David, Rebecca
DC: Bane, Barbra Gordon, Batwoman, Beast Boy, Black Lightning, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Flash, Guy Gardener, Hal Jordan, Harley Quinn, Hawkgirl, Hawkman, Jason Todd, Jessica Cruz, Jinx, John Stewart, Killer Frost, Lois Lane, Poison Ivy, Raven, Selina Kyle, Spoiler, Starfire, Star Sapphire, Steel, Superman, Talia Al’ Ghul, Terra, Tim Drake, Victor Stone, Wonder Woman
Five Nights At Freddy’s: Roxanne Wolf, Vanessa, Vanny
Frozen: Anna, Elsa
Grave of Andrew and Leyley: Andrew Graves, Ashley Graves, Mrs. Graves
Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Pacifica Northwest, Wendy
Helltaker: Azazel, Baphomet, Beelzebub, Cerberus, Helltaker, Judgement, Justice, Loremaster, Lucifer, Malina, Modeus, Pandemonica, Zdrada
Helluva/Hazbin: Alastor, Angel Dust, Asmodeus, Barbie Wire, Blitzø, Charlie, Husk, Fizz, Loona, Millie, Moxxie, Sally May, Stolas, Striker, Vaggie (L), Verosika
Incredibles: Bob Parr, Dash Parr, Helen Parr, Violet Parr
Invincible: Debbie Grayson, Mark Grayson
Kim Possible: Ann Possible, Bonnie Rockwaller, James Possible, Jim Possible, Kim Possible, Monique, Ron Stoppable, Shego, Tim Possible
Legend of Zelda: Ganon, Link, Urbosa, Zelda
Mario: Bowser, Daisy, Peach, Rosalina
Marvel: Bruce Banner, Drax, Eddy Brock, Flash Thompson, Gamora, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Hope Van Dyne, Jennifer Walters, Kang, Loki, Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales, Mystique, Natasha Romanov, Nebula, Peni Parker, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Pietro Maximoff, Rio Morales, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, T’Challa, Thanos, Thor, Tony Stark, Venom, Wanda Maximoff, Wolverine
Miraculous: Adrian Agreste, Alice Kubdel, Alya Cesaire, Felix Agreste, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Lê Chiên Kim, Luka Couffaine, Marc Anciel, Marinette Dupain Chang, Max Kanté, Mylène Haprèle, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Nino Lahiffe, Rose Lavillant, Sabrina Rain, Zoé Lee
Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid: Elma, Kobayashi, Lucoa, Tohru
Modern Family: Alex Dunphy, Claire Dunphy, Gloria Delgado, Haley Dunphy, Luke Dunphy, Manny Delgado, Phil Dunphy
Murder Drones: N, Uzi
Overwatch: Ana, Ashe, Baptiste, Brigette, Cassidy, Doomfist, DVA, Echo, Emily (L), Genji, Hanzo, Ilari, Kiriko, Life Weaver, Lucio, Mei, Mercy, Moira, Pharah (L), Ramattra, Reaper, Reinhardt, Roadhog, Sojourn, Soldier 76, Sombra, Widowmaker, Winston, Zarya
Owl House: Adrian Graye Vernworth, Alador Blight, Amity Blight, Camila Noceda, Collector, Darius Deamonne, Eda Clawthorne, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Hunter Noceda, King Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Luz Noceda, Odalia Blight, Raine Whispers, Terra Snapdragon, Vee Noceda
Percy Jackson: Annabeth Chase, Apollo, Aphrodite/Venus, Ares/Mars, Athena/Minerva, Bianca di Angelo, Dionysus, Gaea, Grover, Hades/Pluto, Hermes/Mercury, Hestia, Jason Grace, Kronos, Luke Castellan, Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson, Piper McClean, Poseidon/Neptune, Sally Jackson, Thalia Grace, Will Solace, Zeus/Jupiter
Regular Show: Mordecai, Rigby
Resident Evil: Ethan Winters, Lady Dimitrescu
Rick and Morty: Morty Smith, Summer Smith
Scooby Doo: Fred, Daphne, Scooby, Shaggy, Velma
She-Ra: Adora, Catra, Glimmer
Star Wars: Aayla Secura, Anakin Skywalker, Ashoka Tano, Assajj Ventress, Barriss Offee, Ben Solo, Bo-Katan Kryze, Cal Kestis, Cody, Darth Maul, Fennec Shand, Finn, Fives, Han Solo, Hera Syndulla, Hunter, Iden Versio, Jesse, Jyn Erso, Luminara Unduli, Mon Mothma, Obi Wan Kenobi, Omega, Padme Amidala, Po Damerin, Princess Leia, Rex, Rey Skywalker, Sabine Wrenr, Satine Kryze, Shaak Ti, The Armorer, Wrecker
Steven Universe: Connie Maheswaran, Greg Universe
SVTFOE: Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly
Zootopia: Bonnie Hopps, Chief Bogo, Fennic, Gideon, Jack Savage, Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, Skye
(Lists subject to change.)
*Established Gender Swap Names:Oscar - Ozma / Mercury - Moira / Adam - Eve / Jaune - Joan
**Exceptions apply. Gender bent, bottoming, MLM, and cuckolding are accepted. Jaune is only allowed to be properly with a character if it is in a polycule, he is with another man, or it’s with his sisters, Pyrrha, Nora, Ruby, Weiss, or Jessica. Please avoid “dead Jaune” requests. Jaune harem requests will be denied even if it follows the list of female partners. One male and one female partner with Jaune topping/domming them both is accepted but no more than those two partners. Two female partners will be allowed but not guaranteed to be answered. Any more partners than that will be an automatic deletion of the ask. Please do avoid making your asks cruel in nature and sad endings, this blog is for fun so have fun with it.
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Male reader x Kara Danvers.
could you do a story where reader and Kara is dating but Kara is a cuckquean and just loves watching her boyfriend fucking other dc women characters.
killer Frost, just loves fucking reader and just teasing Kara about it
kf: his cum was amazing, I think I might be pregnant
Iris feeling kinda weird about until reader shoves his cock inside her.
Iris: I could do this again
nora knows because she fucked him in the future and then fucked his younger self.
nora: you are more experienced in the future, but your younger self amazing stamina
felicity just like to be fucked and pounded.
felicity: im just here for a good time.
and whatever more characters you Can /would add
Wow ok 😳👍
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Some anal sex with male S/O headcanons for Killer Frost (dcau), please?
If the rq wasn't a TW enough, this is also my first smut piece.
Killer Frost
You brought it up to Killer Frost one day that you would want to try anal sex and see if you liked it. She was definitely okay with treating new stuff, but let’s be honest here: she has a bunch of toys.
Before you waltzed into her life, she thought she would forever be alone when it came to her love life. So, she invested in quite a collection of sex toys. You've used some on both her and even yourself.
One such toy would be a strap-on that she has. She was prepared for this very moment, and she was down to try it right then and there.
Then, the question would be if you wanted to insert yourself into her, or if you wanted her to insert herself into you. She's game either way, so yeah.
She has lube, she has toys if you want to work your way up to the girth and length of the strap-on... which is very girthy and lengthy. She would definitely lube up any toy that you wanted to try before sticking it inside herself or you.
IF YOU CHOSE THE FIRST, she is just going to tell you to stick your cock straight into her after lubing it up. She's definitely a dom, so she will probably be whispering praises as she tells you how good you're doing.
Her moans filled the room as you kept plowing into her. It doesn't even matter if you last long because she already came. There's something different about having your lover inside of you instead of some toy that she really felt.
It might have been the emotional connection between the two of you, and the trust she gave to you. You were making her feel good because you loved her, and she realized that. It was emphasized with your final thrust, and she almost teared up a bit.
IF YOU CHOSE THE SECOND, she will start off slow. She knows the intimacy in taking your virginity, but your anal virginity is something different. She makes sure that you know the safe word as she enters her strap-on into you, and will ask if you are good to go after a few moments of letting you adjust.
The amount of trust that you are placing in her makes her heart melt, ironically, and she will gradually increase her pace. She will lean forward as she's just going at it, and she will tell you how much of a good boy you are and how your moans are so pretty.
Her hands on your hips as she's thrusting into you while pulling you back onto her, using a bit of her powers to give you just a bit more stimulation. Her palms were cold, and she felt you shiver at the touch. To know that you were completely at her mercy was something that aroused her greatly.
Hope this satisfies you~
#dc#dc x reader#dc comics#dc comics x reader#the flash#the flash x reader#killer frost#killer frost x reader#caitlin snow#caitlin snow x reader#dc smut#dc x reader smut
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My headcanons on DBZ characters sexualities
Why am I sharing this? No idea, just kinda felt like it, and am curious if people agree with me. If not, that’s totally cool, fans can headcanon however they want, I don’t judge. These are simply what I headcanon:
Goku - Bisexual (preference to women). He’s a pretty innocent man who just likes everybody, more or less open to everybody. It’s possible he’s also asexual, but it’s not entirely impossible for him to have some sort of sex drive.
(This could count as pansexual, but since there are several races in the DBZ universe, I kinda feel like EVERYBODY is most likely pansexual. Moving on)
Vegeta - Bisexual (preference to women). Being the prideful man he is, I feel like he’d be hesitant to be romantic/intimate with another man. But no matter who his partner is, he’s likely the “dominant” one.
Frieza - Bisexual (preference to men). In the past, I could see Frieza being gay, especially since there’s no doubt he has a feminine side. But I still imagine he fancies women as well - specifically, he likes to “dominate” over women and more submissive men. However depending on the male partner, he might also enjoy being submissive. Also, I imagine his whole species being hermaphrodites, or intersex. This *could* count as him being transgender, and I see the logic of that, but I personally believe the term “trans” isn’t necessarily recognized or needed in his race’s culture (but I’m also not opposed to the idea).
Cooler - Bisexual (preference to men). Honestly, most of my insight on this is based of how Anonymous_h writes his character. But I mostly believe he just prefers being with male partners, specifically ones with a more feminine side, though females aren’t out of the question either. And yeah, he’s almost always the dominant one, though he’s very respectful of his partners comfort.
Cell - Bisexual. Not gonna lie, I see Cell as the most pansexual of pansexual characters. He’s into just about everyone and everything, and is almost always the one on top.
Zamasu - Gay. Overall, Zamasu always sees others as inferior to him, so I actually wouldn’t doubt if he was asexual, and/or aromantic. But! If he did want a partner, I can’t imagine women would catch his interest. He’d rather have a partner of the same gender, so they may understand him in a way women can’t. He’d be hesitant towards sex, but if convinced, he’d probably prefer a submissive role so as not to have the pressure on him.
Hit - Gay. Again, I believe it’s also possible he could be aromantic/asexual, if only because the idea of a relationship never crosses his mind. But if he was interested, I feel he’d prefer to have a male partner -specifically, someone he feels can protect, as opposed to being the killer he’s used to being. And no question, he’s ALWAYS on top.
Frost - Gay. I absolutely imagine Frost strictly being into men and their usually strong builds. However, I feel he usually feels too nervous or untrusting to try and form a bond with anyone. It’d take a lot of patience to help him open up. I also believe he’d always be the submissive role, which would only add on to his fear of being vulnerable to others.
Yamcha - Bisexual. Similar to Goku, I believe Yamcha is generally into everyone as long as they’re attractive, liking both women and men equally. However, I DO think he has a special interest in ice-jin specifically. And he’s likely almost always the top in the relationship, but he always keeps his partner’s comfort into consideration first.
Zarbon - Gay. It’s no surprise that lots of people headcanon this guy as gay, or even trans. And I guiltily admit I also see him as gay, though he’s not nearly as feminine as he’s made out to be. In fact, similar to Vegeta, I believe he’d want to keep his attraction towards males hidden so he can viewed as the strong warrior he is. He could be either dominant or submissive, depending on the partner. Though when it comes to sex itself, he feels a little uneasy, if only because such vulnerability is foreign to him, especially in a submissive role.
That’s about it! Who agrees with me? Who doesn’t?
#dragon ball series#dragon ball#dragon ball z#dragon ball super#frieza#frostdbs#son goku#vegeta#zamasu#zarbon#perfect cell#yamcha#hit#cooler
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