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sweets4dolls · 3 months

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i just NEEEED vox using his mind control on bunny!!! not that he needs to, since she's already such a good bun but im CERTAIN his control freak ass would get a kick out of making her into an even more pliant, completely mindless mess <3

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pairing: vox + bunny!fem!reader

content warnings: smut, hypnosis, dubious consent, a lil bit of an unhealthy relationship, little bit of blood mentioned, sort of mean vox, mention of size, not proofread per usual

notes: ur so right nonnie <3, also, I just realized, can this tv even kiss?? like he's just a screen???? or is he???????

after a long day of work, all vox wants is to come up to your room and cuddle n fuck.

usually, your such an obedient little bunny that he never hears any complaints fall from your prettily plump lips, but today was different.

straight after he finishes up his work, he makes headway straight to your room, ready to get in his bunny's pretty pussy. he swings open your door and sits himself next to you on your bed where you were flipping through mindless gossip on your phone that he had given to you.

he raises a hand, using it to run through your warm hair and pet your fluffy ears, asking "what are you looking at bun," not too focused on your reply as you babble on about some random squabble happening between some of the other overlords that was on the news, annoying him - why talk about them when you have the real deal right in front of you?

so he's flipping up your skirt as you lay on your tummy before your eyes go wide and you exclaim "oh! and there's a new diner opened a couple blocks down from here that is supposed to have super good milkshakes." you crawl across his lap to stand on your two little feet, teetering slightly before searching for a pair of shoes that will go best with your outfit.

this only irritates vox more, he was certainly better than milkshakes, wasn't he? so he smooths his tone and says "c'mon, baby, I can make you feel better than a milkshake ever will," but doesn't manage to convince you. in his mind, you've just gotten so spoiled that you'd just choose anything over him, wouldn't you? so it doesn't take long after he tries to convince you a few more times that he'd do for you what milkshakes couldn't, and it doesn't work, making it so that he's grabbing you firmly by the wrist, yanking you around.

"hey, take it easy mister!" you cry as his vividly blue claws break your delicate skin, little rivulets of blood flowing down your skin and his nails. then, he pulls out his skill of hypnosis, eye going wide as he tells you to shut up and he's going to fuck away every thought of that stupidly sweet drink from your dumb little mind.

your posture instantly becomes languorous as he does so, like a limp little doll as he pushes you onto the bed, his arms around you covering you in caresses, muttering filth into your ear as he traces his name with his tongue and teeth down your sweet skin, leaving little lovebites in his wake.

before long, he's tearing off your soaked panties, a mixture of arousal and his hypnosis, as he lays you down as he's hissing about how disobedient you were in your floppy ear, "you do what I say, always bunny. I say sit pretty, sit pretty, I say we're not going out for milkshakes, we're not going out for milkshakes, and if I say you're going to be my personal fucksleeve" he trails off as he splits you open on his cock, making you mewl and tear up.

"I-i'm really sorry mister!" you cry, opalescent tears flowing down your pretty pink cheeks as he fucks your tight little cunt and runs a clawed hand over your bulging tummy.

"so your going to do whatever I say from now on, right bunny?" he asks you, not giving you room to say no in the state he put you in so you just nod your little head hazily as you spasm around him and mumbled slurred words about how sorry you were, how you'd never do it again.

"there's my obedient baby bunny"

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #vox x reader #vox smut #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox smut

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courtingchaos · 7 months

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Nectarine

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: Talk of body parts in a sexy way. Comparison of the female body to fruit, implied white/light-skinned reader due to analogy/prose. I had this very particular phrase stuck in my head and it comes across as that. Uh, I just really like how it reads so that’s why I’m putting a warning here because I didn’t want to take it out.

A/N: I’ve hung on to this for like two months now because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post it but I was rereading it tonight and I forgot how much I like writing from Eddie’s perspective. So also have this thing too.

18+ NSFW No Minors

He’s never been jealous of fruit before.

Never had the urge to rip a nectarine out of someone’s hand and huck it right into the pool for making him feel like this. He hasn’t taken his eyes off the spectacle since you bit into it, that first bite crunching through the mottled white and red flesh. You’d come out from the kitchen of Steve’s house with it already wedged between your teeth while you balanced pizzas in your hands and he’d shot right up to help. You’d laughed around the mouthful and when he’d taken the boxes you pulled the fruit away from your lips, the sound of you sucking up the spit that had dribbled against them making him almost burst.

There’s something suggestive in the way the colors meld on the skin. The deep red giving under your teeth to reveal the pale flesh, juices rushing your fingers and down your chin. He watches you laugh and jump when some of it drips down onto your chest and he watches you try to wipe it away while keeping your top in place.

He’d been stock still, leaned over the pizzas and it’s Dustin elbowing him that makes him realize he was for real staring, mouth agape and fingers clenched around greasy cardboard. You’ve been too busy laughing it up with Robin to notice him going absolutely insane.

“Dude get the fuck out of the way.” Dustin says under his breath and Eddie just slaps the back of his head.

“Language, asshole.” The ensuing shove and slap fight makes Eddie forget for a brief moment the erotic fruit imagery happening on one of Steve’s parents matching loungers. He lets Dustin win when he goes for Eddie’s hair and gets to run off with his pizza instead.

Eddie can hear the light edge of your laughter and another crunch when you bite through another not-so-ripe part of the nectarine and it sends him right into the pool. He knows he can hover by the edge and keep his interest hidden but also still remain conversational so he does a soft somersault into the deep end. Swims for the side you’re seated on and breaches the water as you decide to lean forward to dig through your big pool bag. Cleavage stares him down and he furiously rubs at his eyes and bitches about the chlorine content to cover the tears he’s sure are streaming down his face. There’s a rivulet of shine along the top of one breast, dipping right down the middle and he imagines running his tongue along it. Chasing that line of sweetness to the inside of your swim top to make you giggle like Robin does with her dumb jokes.

Another bite, more red disappearing to reveal pale pale pale. He wants to peel back that stupid coverup you have wrapped around your waist to reveal your pale thighs. He could rip it back with his teeth too, pull it clean off your body so he could revel in the softness of them. They’d give under his teeth and he’d be so careful leaving only the most perfect love bites.

“Eddie?”

His attention snaps to Robin where she stares at him with concern on her brow. “What?”

“I asked if you ate?”

“I will!” He whines at her and she catches his quick glance at you. Her mouth falls open slightly and he gives her a death glare, a warning to back off he’ll do it himself.

“Dustin’s gonna eat that whole pizza if you aren’t careful.” Robin sings at him and she gets up, tossing a wink his way.

“Not hungry?” You ask him through another bite and he catches a hint of deep pink under the pale. His thoughts race towards the unreachable, the warm pink hidden between your thighs and he wonders if the color is the same.

“Uh” his toes barely graze the bottom of the pool, his arms keeping him clutched to the side and floating “not for Pizza, no.”

Your giggle makes your nose scrunch under your big sunglasses and you hold your hand out, offending fruit held out at eye level for him. “Want a bite?”

The ever suffering sigh he suppresses rivals the eye roll he stops in its tracks. Of course he wants a bite. He wants to fit his teeth in the grooves you left there, taste your spit with the nectar and-

There’s no recovering from the show he’d give everyone if he got out of the water now so he just pulls himself even closer to the tiles. Squeezes his eyes shut tightly, tilts his head and shakes it quick. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Can I get you anything? Steve’s got a bunch of stuff in the house.” You scoot forward and that wrap inches up your legs and splits open to reveal one long calf.

“Could you get me another beer?” He says it a little too quick.

“Totally!”

He watches your hips sway the thin fabric around when you walk up towards the house and maybe he doesn’t hate it so much when it clings to your clammy skin. The swell of your hip holds the door open for Nancy and Eddie wishes it was his head pressed into your side.

He begins to wonder if it’s possible to be too horny.

There’s a jet of water at the back of his head suddenly and he turns to see Lucas holding a water gun.

“Quit sulking.” He jokes and Robin elbows him like she’s gotten him in on a secret.

You’ve obviously gotten distracted inside and he’s fine with that. Gave him time to calm down and roll his tongue back into his mouth after he obliterated Lucas and Robin in the water gun battle. He floats on his back under the midday sun, arms hooked over a float, positive he’s burning but too comfortable to care. The laughter at the other end of the pool is his white noise to drift off to until he feels a shift in the water and he’s being spun ever so slowly to face the steps in the shallow end.

“Sorry, I was talking to Max.” You come into view slowly, a smirk directed down at him while he blinks under his sunglasses.

“Thought you got lost in the mansion.”

You scoff and hold his beer up so he can see it. He lets out a small ‘oh!’ and holds out a hand for it. “Thank you.” He’s still spinning with lazy momentum so he only catches the tail end of your gaze before he takes a sip and almost gives himself a nosebleed. The rim of the bottle is sweet like a stone fruit and when he thrashes around to stand up in the water you’ve already made your way back to dry land.

The sky is painted in purples and blues and when the lightning bugs come out everyone wants the fire pit lit. Steve obliges, ever the host, and the ‘adults’ are left to yell at the ‘kids’ about not wasting all the marshmallows by throwing them at each other.

This close to fall the nights get cooler and you still haven’t put on anymore clothes. Eddie has been watching from his side of the pool, his safety barrier that Robin commented on.

“You’ll never get her from all the way over here, amigo.”

“I’m trying to not embarrass myself, hombre.”

From his post by the deep end he can see you shiver and try to wrap your thin coverup over your shoulders to no avail. Nancy offers her sweater and you roll your eyes and laugh, an obvious gesture between the two of you where you point out her tiny frame. Steve is in the middle of suggesting a blanket when Eddie jumps up from his lounge and yells about a flannel in his van.

“You don’t have to go all the way out front for me!” You holler after him and he waves you off. When he comes back he’s in his own hoodie, his old button up slung over his arm.

“See? No big deal.” He hands it over to you. “I needed my ho-oodie anyways.” He stutters hard when you stand to push your arms through and he can see your nipples pushing against your frankly too small swim top. The swell of your breast disappear from sight, along with the most important thing he’s seen all day when you tuck the flannel around you.

“Thank you so much, can’t believe I forgot real clothes.” You laugh and Eddie laughs and from behind him he can hear Robin laugh and his sandal covered foot reaches back and connects with her shin. You take the stack of graham crackers that Mike offers you before you pause and bury your nose into the crook of the elbow of his shirt. “Did you wear this recently?”

“M-me? Uh, I don’t-I mean-”

“It smells really good.”

Eddie laughs again and Robin yanks the back of his hoodie until he sits hard next to her in one of the plastic chairs.

“You sound like a moron.” She mimics his laugh while spearing a marshmallow.

“I don’t sound like that at all.” Eddie mirrors her movements. “I told you I didn’t want to embarrass myself.”

“Well you’re doing a stellar job.” She gives him a sarcastic thumbs up and Eddie decides to just sit and listen. He roasts his marshmallow to a crisp, the s’mores he makes turning into a runny mess that he shoves in his mouth too fast. He can see Robin and Steve share a look and before he can reach over to give Robin a shove, your gentle hand is in his face.

“You got a little….” Your index finger runs along the side of his cheek, puffed out with half chewed s’mores, to wipe off the smear of chocolate there. “There you go.” A smile while you hold your finger in front of him and surely you don’t expect him to lick your finger.

His eyes glance nervously between your face and your proffered finger and never once do you waver. Is that a hint of a dare he catches in your look? Could he inch his tongue out to lap at the pad of your finger? One long lick and he could suck the whole thing into his mouth and really cause a scene out here in the encroaching dark.

A yelp makes both of you jump, a tussle breaking out between the boys and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief knowing every eye was not on him taking the longest pause of his life. You wipe your finger off on a towel and he mourns the loss of an opportunity to taste you again. That brief flavor that lingered on his beer still branded into his mind, the idea of you stealing a sip on the way out to him to deliver it making him grin. Payment in the form of a kiss to glass, at least that’s how he was looking at it.

From his side he can feel two pairs of eyes burning into his skull but he refuses to look at the Wonder Twins and their big dopey eyes they’re probably giving him. Instead he grabs another handful of marshmallows and sets to roasting them, loftily avoiding any questions that might get directed his way.

The night ends late and it ends with the only other available ride being asleep on his couch, face smooshed into Robins shoulder.

“You can see if you can squeeze in with Nancy? But she’s got all the kids.” She whispers at you while Eddie lingers by the door. He’s already said his goodbyes but stopped when he heard you ask about a lift home.

“Uh, well…”

“You can see if you can still catch Eddie.” Robin’s voice sparkles with the ‘sudden’ idea. “I didn’t hear his van yet so he’s probably still out front.” There’s a light snore from Steve that you both giggle at and Eddie tries to open the door as quietly possible.

“Do you think he’d mind?”

“Who Eddie? No, he’d love to. Always trying to help out.”

Eddie rolls his eyes when he gets out in the front step. Could she lay it on thicker? He’s grateful for her slight meddling though when he hears the door open again and your quiet “oh!”

“You haven’t left yet!” You jog to his van where he’s just unlocked the door to lean in on his seat so he can act like he didn’t just hear your predicament.

“No, what’s up?”

“Would you mind dropping me off? I’m a little out of the way but I can pay you for gas.” You start to dig around in your big tote bag and he reaches over to still your hand.

“Don’t worry about it, I got you.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” He hops in so he can reach over and unlock your door, and you run around the front of his van.

“I really appreciate it Eddie.” Your movement inside brushes up the smell of woodsmoke off of his borrowed flannel and your sunscreen and he hopes the scent stays in his van long after you leave.

“It’s really not a big deal.” He tries to be smooth with his exit, one hand on the back of your seat while he reverses into the road. “More than happy to help.” He flashes you a smile and his grip almost slips on his steering wheel when he catches the heavy stare aimed at him. He swallows thickly and averts his eyes to the road, the silence settling between you two not uncomfortable but certainly weighted.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me now that I’m in your car?”

He’s happy there’s a red light he was already stopping for because he almost jams his foot through the firewall. “What?!”

Your laugh glitters in the dark cab and he can’t tear his eyes off you.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

“No I haven’t. I helped you with the pizzas and I was talking to you in the pool.” He shakes his head at you. “You got me a beer!”

“Yeah and when I first showed you made a beeline for the kitchen.”

“I was…busy.”

“I’m sure.” Your smile is conspiratorial and he wishes he knew what you were thinking. “Do you know I went shopping for this bathing suit with Robin?” You tap his knee and point at the now green light before the cars behind him start honking.

“No.”

“Yeah, I went with her because we’d been talking you see.”

“As you girls are wont to do.”

“Hush, I’m not done. Anyways, we went shopping and she told me the funniest little thing. Really a coincidence.” The playful tone of your voice makes him vibrate with anticipation. “I’d already told her about my stupid little crush and she’s not very good a keeping secrets, not like that anyways.” He can see you leaning over to rifle through your bag, a scrap piece of paper and a pen held in your lap a moment later. “Really I thought she’d spill to you first but it seems I caught her on a good day.” You reach over and tuck the now folded piece of paper into his hoodie pocket and stay leaned in, face inches from his own. “But I picked it out for you. Did you like it?”

Did he like it.

Does he breathe? Does he blink? You’ve just uttered the words he’s been longing to hear for weeks now. For you. He wasn’t crazy and all of Robin and Steve’s elbowing was just bullying on their part. He tries to keep his breathing under control and spots your street sign in time to use as a distraction. “Uh, yeah it looks great.” He turns into your neighborhood and dials his music down and still can’t look over at your indulgent grin.

“Is that why you were hiding in the pool?”

“…maybe.”

“Oh that’s cute.” You’ve got a curl of his wrapped around your index finger, slowly spiraling it up till you brush his ear and he’s going to crumble to dust. Somehow he makes the turn onto your street while you’re breath tinted with beer and something sweet sweeps over his cheek. “Eddie?” Sugar could drip off of your words and he’d stick his tongue out for every last drop.

“Yeah?”

“I think you should look in your pocket.”

He jams his hand into his hoodie and pulls out the note now crumpled in his sweaty fist just as he pulls up to the front of your house. You don’t move while he unfolds it, his hair slowly unraveling from your finger. It’s your number and a little heart at the end, an ‘X O’ just under that.

“You wanna ask me out?”

It’s gum he realizes, that sweetness that floods his senses. So fruit and beer and gum and spit is what’ll kill him.

“Yeah I-I really do.” Later he’ll kick himself for how pathetic he sounds here but for now the deep smile you give him is all that matters. You let his hair go and grab your stuff to hop out of his van and he watches you walk around the front like it’s his own personal show.

“How’s Friday night sound? I get off work at 7.” When you lean on his rolled down window he gets a clear shot of cleavage between his flannel (that’s now yours, he’s never taking that back). His mouth waters and his eyes shoot back up to your face that tells him he’s been caught.

“I can do that.” He could also climb out of his window and maul you too if you wanted that.

“Cool.”

“I can pick you up at 8?”

You nod as you walk backwards towards the front steps of your house. “I’ll be ready.” The light flicks from the inside, someone keen to get you in. “You figure out dinner, I’ll just bring the legs again, deal?” You lift one behind you when you cross over the threshold, one last smile shot at him and it’s a bullseye right through his frontal lobe.

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riaki · 3 months

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sick days ! gojo x reader ‧˚ - take a soda break…!

the rain outside your window is incessant.

it slides down the foggy glass panes in small rivulets that merge together and break apart, like the people outside on different paths of life. a sea of umbrellas moves like liquid in the streets below; a school of fish in a rainy city, under those fluorescent neons that shine like vibrant coral in the puddles of rain on the concrete.

there’s beauty even in the humid showers of tokyo, reflected in the broken lights and flickering signs; those food stalls full of warm life and fancy clothing stores that you always go in just to not buy anything, and best of all— the vending machines that dot the map.

watching raindrops race was one of your favorite hobbies as a kid. even now, you find yourself absentmindedly tracking the movements; the erratic nature of the blurry droplets as they slide down the glass makes you wonder if there’s hidden ridges on the panels that guide those watery paths.

your train of thought is rudely interrupted by another bout of coughing; that dry, itching feeling in your throat that you just can’t get rid of. drinking water to quell the cough has the same effect as telling your study buddy to stay focused for longer than five minutes. gojo is playing something on his phone again; a rhythm game, by the way he curses under his breath every time his fingers stutter and miss a beat.

you cover your mouth with your elbow, trying to expel the ghost dust that makes your breath hitch every time you try to speak, and he glances up at you, shifting in his seat. his lanky legs are cramped beneath the desktop; his frame doesn’t fit in your room. he has to duck when he enters, lest he hit his head like the first time he came over. like you, he has his head resting in his elbows. unlike you, he isn't ill with a fever so hot it burns cold and the stuffiness in your voice, and he also isn't studying.

"you sure you still wanna be reviewing? this exam doesn't really matter, y'know." gojo remarks, peering up at you from his arm pillow. "you should probably take a break, ’cus you look like shit."

he grins cheekily, pushing a pile of his papers and notes to the edge of the desk, where eraser shavings and broken bits of lead from when he couldn't solve a math problem are crammed. there's scratches and ink stains on the desk, a reminder of how you'd accidentally scribbled past the page’s edge in a sickness induced delirium. it’ll leave permanent marks; at this point you’re convinced you’re writing yourself a secret letter to the future. have you confessed to gojo yet? that’s what it’ll say. right now, it just says something unintelligible.

hopefully you’re still literate in the future, but you’re half-convinced you’re getting dumber every moment you spend caged in with this dunce of a genius.

you lean back in your chair, pulling your knee up to your chest. your pencil falls to the desk with a faint clack, soft yellow lamplight washing your faces warm as gojo scoots closer and peers over your shoulder at your progress. he has a pandora’s box of knowledge in that blue-tinted brain of his; he just refuses to apply it. it’s cocky, spoiled ego in the finest. you should hate him for it.

he snickers. "you're dumb."

"you missed forty-three notes." you countered, shooting him a glare as you point at the disappointed looking character next to a review of the stats from the song he was playing on his phone. gojo grimaces, pulling back like a sad little dog, floppy white hair covering his eyes.

"i was playing with my thumbs."

you ignore him, leaning against the wooden desk before hiding your face in your elbows again and letting out a long sigh. your hot breath curls up in the confines of your body, making you recoil slightly; uncomfortably. heat is the last thing you need with the fever you’re pretty sure you’re running.

"i hate being sick. and i hate studying. can we please give up?" you complained, glancing up at him out of the corner of your eye. your hair obscures your vision, so you can only see a faint glint of amusement in his azure irises as he studies you for a moment before scooting his chair back and standing up. without another word, he leaves the room.

wow. okay.

a moment of silence passes as you sit there, lamenting over your runny nose and the way you sound like you're about to cough a lung up every time you breathe, until you hear the soft sounds of his feet padding on the floorboards coupled with what you presume is ice clinking against glass, signaling his return. you lift your head, blinking blearily. each time you breathe in through your nose, your nostrils burn like dry ice pressed against your skin, only adding to your misery. the dreary weather outside isn't helping much, either.

the cold glass leaves a dark stain on the table, an uneven circle of condensation that soothes the aching in your fingers when your sick skin makes contact. gojo pops the can open, and you watch as he picks the glass up, tilting it to the side to pour the soda in.

“why are you holding it like that?” you asked curiously, a small yawn escaping your lips as you lean against the table. he glances down at you, a cheeky, tiny smile gracing his lips. the sound of bubbles fizzling and popping fills the cozy, cramped room; that cool, sweet liquid seems like the only thing that’ll cure your nasty cough.

“pouring it like this prevents the bubbles from escaping. you like it fizzy, don’t you?” he grins.

condensation clings to his fingers like morning dew upon flower petals as he sets the glass down. you watch the ice cubes bobble about in the soda, clinking against the cup like a mini wind chime. you’re sore from sitting in the same place with terrible posture for three hours, and there’s an ache between your fingers from gripping your pencil tight while you write.

you take a sip from the glass, letting out a contented sigh as the refreshing liquid drains down your scratchy throat. it’s not lemon honey tea for a cold, but it certainly helps. next to you, gojo takes his seat again, grabbing the throw blanket on your bed and tossing it over his legs before he grabs his pencil again. he’s using one of those short pencils, shaved down to a stub from months of use. you always offer him a mechanical pencil, but he refuses.

you sit there, waiting for him to get back to work before you realize he’s staring at you, legs crossed beneath the fuzzy blanket.

you frowned, shifting to face him as you lean against the desk. “what?”

“you’ll take care of me if i get sick too, right?” he tilts his head, like a curious bird.

“why would you get sick?”

you’re too relate to react when he makes a mad grab for your glass of soda, holding it out of your reach. a few droplets spill out and spatter onto your notebook, forcing a sigh from your lips.

“gojo…” you groaned, rubbing your temple with your fingers and praying for strength.

he just smirks, taking a lengthy sip. you watch his adam’s apple bob as a bit of condensation builds on his chin and trickles down his throat.

“you know what? i dont feel like studying either.” he announces, setting the glass back down on the wooden table with a loud thunk.

“so? what do you wanna do?” you huffed petulantly.

“download project sekai, and we can do a co-op live.”

“…you’re kidding.”

#billet-doux #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #gojo x you #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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rookieleonskennedy · 10 months

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break the bed

fem!readerxre2!leon

tags/warnings: MDNI, nsfw, sub!leon, no use of y/n, mommy kink adjacent?, leon calls reader momma, choking kink, creampie, light bondage

A/N: took a break from my hunterxprey fic to write this bad boy. not too pleased with the last little bit, but i’ll probably go over it and edit it in the next day or so. enjoy!

“C’mon pretty boy, tell me what you want.”

Your eyes blaze a trail down Leon’s naked form, his toned body supine on the bed before you. His arms stretched above him, his wrists tied to the headboard with pretty pink silk rope. Your fingers dance across his skin, a ballet of sensation that has his muscles tightening with each caress.

You move, circling the bed, continuing your feather-light touches to his body with a sly grin pointed in his direction. Leon trembles upon the white sheets, desperate whimpers spilling from his plush mouth as you taunt him. Stopping at the head of the bed, you stroke his face adoringly.

“Speak, baby boy. I want to hear you.”

Leon keens, his arm muscles bulging and flexing as they struggle against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat covers his lean figure, his hardened cock drooling a puddle of precum on his stomach. His back bows in frustration, and he lets out a frustrated whine as he nuzzles his face into your palm.

“Please momma–want you to t-touch me.”

You would never get over the way Leon’s begging sent a shot of arousal straight to your core. He was always so needy, so pretty. Ocean blue eyes boring into yours, a glimmer of desperation clouding their depths. His lips swollen from the sharp tug of his own teeth, and the bottom one quivers slightly as he pushes it out in a pout.

You hum in response to his request, your thumb trailing gently across the sharp jut of his cheekbone. With a delicate tap to the side of his face, you remove your hand and sit yourself next to him on the bed.

“Good boy,” You purr, smiling down at him knowingly.

A high-pitched moan bursts from Leon’s mouth, your praise sending a shockwave of arousal straight to his cock. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His eyelids drooped slightly, his iris heady with his lust for you. His gaze, however cloudy, is still intense as it follows the motion of your hand down toward where he wants you the most.

You lower it down, gently wrapping your delicate fingers around his scorching-hot flesh, causing his hips to rise off the bed, the headboard groaning beneath the strength of his arms as they pull against the rope once more. You chuckle down at him softly, pumping your hand up and down his shaft ever-so-slowly, your thumb purposefully pressing into his frenulum on each upward stroke.

You know what makes Leon tick, what spots to press and tease to make him mindless–drunk with pleasure. With the skillful and practiced ministrations of your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to have him turned into a begging, whining, mess of a man beneath you.

“M-momma, needa–fuck–need t’cum–feels so fucking good–love it when you touch me momma–your hand is so soft–shit–right th-there–hand feels so good on my cock–squeezing me jus’ right–such a perfect momma f’me–oh god–gon’ come–m’gonna come momma–ah!”

You remove your hand suddenly, denying Leon the release for which he was on the precipice for the umpteenth time that night. A sob escapes him, his body thrashing petulantly on the bed. You had teased him within an inch of his life, edging him over and over. He was absolutely dumb with want for you. The sight of his exasperation almost makes you feel remorseful.

“Shh,” you coo at him soothingly. “Don’t you wanna cum in your momma’s pussy, pretty boy?”

Leon sobs again, hot tears now spilling from his cerulean eyes and running in rivulets down his blushing cheeks. He nods his head vigorously, still writhing against his restraints.

“Yes momma, wan’ it. Want it so bad.”

Pleased at the state of mindlessness, you move to straddle his waist, your bare body hovering mere inches above his. His hips buck, his thick cock fighting to meet the warm, wet, and plush mound of your pussy. You pull your hips away from him in a silent warning, giving him a stern look.

“I need you to be a good boy for me Lee, and stay still while I ride you, you got it?”

He bites his lip at your words, his eyelids fluttering with anticipation. He pushes his hips back down onto the bed at your command, and he moans loudly when you press the wet folds of your cunt against the side of his twitching cock.

You can feel the amount of effort that he’s putting into holding himself still for you, his desire to please you, his desire to be a good boy for you overriding his need to thrust up against you.

You place your hands across the expanse of his chest, your nails slightly digging into his soft skin as you begin to rut against him. His breathing stutters beneath your fingertips, and his eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers.

“Please momma–please put my cock inside you–w-wanna cum in you–fuck–wan’ you to bounce on me–want you to cum on my cock–oh shit–wanna be a good boy f’you–wanna fill my momma full of my cum.”

You keen at Leon’s filthy words, throwing your head back in bliss as you continue rubbing your pussy against Leon’s dick.

“Yeah, Lee? You wanna stretch out my pussy with your fat cock–fill me up with your hot cum?”

“Yes, please momma! I’ll make you feel so good–fill you up–make you cum f’me–be your good boy.”

You reached down to grab Leon’s shaft as he spoke, lining his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes connected with his as you began to slide your eager cunt down his length, both of your mouths dropping open in ecstasy.

The bed frame creaks loudly, and your eyes snap up to watch as Leon’s arms pull relentlessly against the ropes. He seems to be putting all his energy into his arms rather than his hips, an effort to remain a still, good boy for you. When you’ve fully sheathed him inside your walls, you let out a shaky breath.

Leon’s dick was big. Not too big, but big enough that you always had to take a moment and allow yourself to accommodate to the stretch of it. Once you had, you began to bounce. Attempting to find a rhythm that hits your sweet spot on every drop down. One of your hands moved to rest on Leon’s chest, while the other wrapped tenderly around his throat.

“You feel so good inside me, pretty boy. I can’t wait to cum around you.”

Leon’s whimpers and whines grew impossibly louder at your words, his desperation to finish inside you reaching its peak. With a strangled sob, he begins to plead with you.

“Momma! Please let me move–I’ll be such a good boy for you–wanna move–wanna fuck you momma–please just let me–please–fuck–I’ll do anything f’you–just lemme move.”

You giggle down at him, your hand tightening around his neck briefly.

“Okay, baby boy. You can move.”

Leon wastes no time in beginning to move his hips once you have given him the all-clear, and he begins to thrust up into your pussy with reckless abandon. The suddenness of the motion causes you to have to use the hand you have on his throat for balance, squeezing his airway off even more.

This only spurs Leon on, a garbled groan leaving him as he pistons his hips into you harder and faster. A strangled gasp leaves you as a resounding crack echoes throughout the room. The world tilts, and suddenly you are on your back, Leon’s still tied hands resting on your chest as he continues fucking into your squelching pussy.

“Fuck momma–gonna fuck you so deep–bury my cock in you–such a pretty momma–pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice–gonna make you cum–shit–gonna make you scream f’me momma–just wait.”

Leon had broken the headboard from all his tugging and thrashing, leaving his hands tied but allowing him to flip you over and take control of the situation. Your pussy throbbed at this, the sheer strength of the man above you hurtling you towards your orgasm.

With a loud yelp of his name, you spasm around Leon’s cock, your orgasm hitting you in full-force. Leon continues thrusting into you, muttering dirty words of praise in your ear as he chases his own high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy and erratic, and with a final push deep into you, he comes with a cry.

Leon collapses on top of you for a moment before rolling off and laughing.

“Guess I gotta buy us a new headboard, huh?”

You roll over on your side to meet his eyes with a smile, your hands moving to untie his bound wrists.

“Yeah. You do.”

#rookie writes #leon s kennedy #re2r leon #leon x reader #leon x reader smut #leon x you #leon x y/n #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader smut #leon s. kennedy x reader #sub!leon

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b1mbodoll · 12 days

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me when the function got vampire enha 😝

no but seriously i’m going insane you can’t just post that and expect me to be normal about it!!!

me trying to work on my feminist criticism of snow white and then u drop the most brainrotting concept in my lap!!!

anyyywayyyyy… vamp wonnie…. ooooughh… he’d say such gentle things!! so sweet and kind!! promising you he’ll only have a little bit :3

but when you’re right there and you taste so good and you’re making such pretty noises >_< how could he stop???!

love, 🔗

(sorry if this made no sense!! i’m on new meds that make me a lil loopy hehe)

💌: LITERALLY ME WHEN THE FUNCTION GOT VAMPIRE ENHA!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 my gosh im gonna lose it plssss vampire jungwonie my beloved 😵‍💫 n pls baby do not apologize, i’m in luv with this <3

vampires are such beautiful creatures <3 some of them have lil features specifically for luring their prey; like a certain tone their voice takes as they whisper in their victims ear before puncturing flesh and draining blood.

but there’s something about jungwon that’s extremely appealing, whether it’s his sweet lil face that completely disarms you, making you completely forget that he’s quite literally an apex predator, or how he so easily he gains your trust, promising never to lay a finger (or fang) on you without permission, you’re unsure but all you know is that you’d do anything for him.

that’s how you find yourself offering a tentative hand to jungwon, he’s able to hear your heart racing and he struggles to silence a groan, not wanting to scare you off before having his first taste of your sweet blood.

“you’ll be gentle, right, wonie?” you question, voice quiet as the vampire inches closer to your wrist.

the only reassurance you get is a peck to your palm before he sinks his teeth into you, latching onto your soft skin, moaning loudly as he takes and takes and takes, his eyes red, like the rivulets of blood staining your arm and his lips.

it’s terrifying but it feels so fucking good, you think, mind hazy as the loss of blood gets to you. but he stops before you pass out, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply, slipping his blood coated tongue in your mouth, the taste of iron making you wince; is this what he tastes?

jungwon pulls away and it leaves you gasping for air, uninjured hand finding its way to his hair as he kisses along your jaw before stopping at your throat, scraping his sharp fangs along your pulse point and that fills you with fear, mutters of no, no, no are all you’re able to get out but it’s not enough to make him stop, how could you be so dumb? you shouldve known better, there’s no way jungwon would be content with just feasting from your wrist.

a choked out gasp makes jungwon’s cock twitch and he’s rutting his hips against you, chasing his orgasm as the taste of you floods his senses, you’re all he can see, taste, touch, and smell, and your painful whimpers are like music to his ears.

it isn’t long before he’s cumming, he feels sticky and soso content, breathing out a sigh of relief when he detaches from you, wiping his messy mouth with the back of his hand. all you can do is lie there, cunt wet and aching to be filled. who knew a vampire bite could make you this desperate?

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweetheart: 🔗#wah please save me from the brainrot #idgaf if this is bad i tried ok #i wanted to add more dialogue but alas..#enhypen #yang jungwon #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon smut

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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Thinking about how reo shared his passion for football with nagi to reach his goal… what if he wanted to share the passion for you too?

+ nonnie's "Why cant some ppl not understand that if we have reo we cant not have nagi too its a 2-in-1 deal reo wouldnt leave nagi behind by himself,, first thing reo did after meeting nagi was give hi m a ride to school lol so nagi x reader x reo"

nsfw, 17- please dni !

AAAAAAA ..... please... PLEASE poly nagireo is just *chefs kiss* u cannot tell me reo wouldn't absolutely get off showing seishiro all the ways u liked to be touched and played with :( letting him fuck you dumb and groaning under his breath when he notices the exact same riled up glint in nagi's eyes that he sees at the field.

"fuck- she's s' fucking tight, reo. your girl's- ah- so good." it sounds downright demeaning despite the hidden praise - makes your tummy tighten and head roll to the side in shame.

you're reo's girl, and yet there you are, no sense of dignity left with his best friend fucking you silly, thick cock rubbing up against all the spots that leave you cumming over and over. (didn't reo mention nagi's not all that experienced? he had to be playing with you then, cause this just feels way to good.)

your eyes meet your boyfriend's even in the dark that seeps over the bedroom, as he sits in the armchair by the bed, legs spread and hand languidly stroking his cock. leaking, throbbing - aching to touch you, to feel you instead of his palm :( but s'alright. he'll have his fill when nagi grows too exhausted and needs to catch a breather - and the thought of slipping into your cunt, soaked and sopping with both your and nagi's cum, makes a rivulet of precum stream all the way to the base of his cock, where his fingers tighten.

he laughs a bit at your expression - eyes almost desperate, so embarrassed. as if you didn't like it nor agree to it.

"our girl," he corrects, a carnal drop in his voice, soaked with lust and it makes you tremble. this, and the weight of his words, as if a brand was burned into your skin. "our girl is the sweetest, isn't she?"

#✧.* lovelies (ﾉ´ з `) / (reine)#ahsafakjsfha FUCKKK MEEEEEEEEE #i am abt to literally combust #two dorky boyfriends all at once :(#not to mention reo getting so ridiculously hard at the both of u #ajfhakah GAWDDAAAAMN #✩ reo.thrists #✩ nagi.thirsts #reo mikage x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro smut #mikage reo smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut

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puppygirl-bixxi · 3 months

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god please please just let me hump your body for some stimulation i pinky promise i’ll be good. i won’t incessantly whine and beg for you to use me. or bark in your ear when the pleasure starts ramping up. or even bite you super hard, making you yelp in surprise.

i won’t fight back as you push me off, seeing the anger sparkle in your eyes. or when you hold me by my neck and growl about how much of a huge mistake i just made. pushing down your pants as you force my legs open. i’ll try to squirm, to make everything you do to me that much harder, but you rub my puppycock and i go limp. shuddering and yipping under your touch.

it’s so fun to see me dazed and spread in front of you. smiling up at you while i lie in my back, drooling and giving you the dumbest smug look you’ve ever seen. i’m in the most compromising position ever and i still act superior to you.

you give me another rub, just to see what happens.

you hear some pitiful whines come out of my throat. watching my tongue loll out of my mouth… but that’s barely the main show. you do it again and suddenly see me leak over my tummy. rivulets of wetness slicking down my girldick. you barely even notice that you already took your pants off.

you know you were just waiting for an excuse to do this, don’t lie to me.

come on them, push yourself in, show your stupid mutt of a fleshlight that she should never hurt her owner. feeling yourself awash in the sudden warmth of my tight holes. thrust in and out. SLAM yourself in as i bark after you bury that pleasure inside of me again and again. get lost in it… crave it… again, you barely notice that your body has moved on it’s own and your hands are gripping my hips to push me in further.

you can’t tell if i’m barking and whining from pain or pleasure, you don’t care.

you don’t care as i hold onto you for dear life. you don’t care as my nails send deep, red lines down your back. or how i’m trying to pull you closer to me so i can bite my owner again. you hang back, just to watch me gnash my teeth at nothing. my face contorts in all sorts of slutty ways as stare down in satisfaction.

even when i can’t think it can get any worse, you pick up your pace. you’ve been going at this for so long, you know you’re close. how many scratches has this dumb puppy given at this point? too much. you need to punish her for that, show her who’s really in charge!

get closer! scratch her back! bite her. give her a taste of her own medicine as she screams in your ear. begging louder and louder for her master to breed her. you know it hurts to pound her this hard. but the pressure keeps building and building… rising up… exploding~

you slam your hips one final time, and watch as your little pup cums all over her tummy. feeling the waves of pure ecstasy overtake you both. falling on top of her as you feel her shaft throb underneath your weight…

when you come back to your senses, you can still feel her biting.

#text.xxi #my writing #dumb puppy #mtf puppy #trans puppy #subby puppy #ns/fw #t4t #t4t nsft #trans nsft #nsft #nsft text

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justabloop · 25 days

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been on a riv kick lately

So Rivulet is my favorite slugcat

Just something about them

According to code: "For some reason her dumb little face feels so expressive."

Fashion riv, Fishstick, and what my friends called "pretty riv"

#rain world art #anthro au #rain world rivulet #rw downpour #rain world slugcat #rain world spearmaster #rain world downpour #rw fishstick #Pretty riv #Nightcat shaped

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Bite Me | Lee Jeno

Summary: When the hot new exchange student took interest in your best friend, you knew something was up. You just didn’t expect him to be a murderer...

Genre: Suggestive, dark themes

Word Count: 2k

“Don’t look now. There’s the guy that’s about to break your heart.”

Your best friend Karina’s whispers joined the swarm following the new boy down the hallway.

Lee Jeno. Exchange student, origin unknown. Was he expelled from his last school for murder? Maybe. Was he gorgeous? Definitely.

As he left swim team tryouts, all eyes were on him. Well, on his tall, muscular body, that is.

Water dripped in sparkling rivulets down the miracle of his chest. Oh, and his face – it was inhumanly perfect.

Not that anyone noticed. They weren’t looking at his face.

Impossibly, he seemed to be walking towards you. You were nobody, one of the witch bitches as you and Karina called yourselves – or, the weirdos who said they could do magic, as everyone else knew you.

Jeno shook his fringe carelessly out of his heartbreaking brown eyes, and said, “Looks like we’re partners."

You didn’t understand what he meant, but nodded anyway, a little drool leaving your mouth.

Karina giggled and said, “I know, right?”

And then you realized. Jeno’s locker was next to hers. He had not been talking to you. You blushed.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. Karina was known to be pretty but not very popular, but you… you didn’t exist. She was the only one who could talk to spirits, anyway. You were just the dumb human helper.

“Well, you better give me a tour of the town,” Jeno murmured. His tall body casually arched over hers, and his eyes smoldered into hers. Karina was slowly melting into a puddle.

“But… it’s the middle of the school day-“ she stuttered.

“Even better,” he whispered. “A little ditching never hurt anyone.”

As Jeno and Karina walked past you, arms linked, you felt a slow grinding in your stomach.

You knew that feeling. It was your gut talking to you. Something was off about Lee Jeno.

---

That day was only the start of Jeno’s obsession with Karina.

Suddenly, they were everywhere together. There wasn’t a day he wasn’t calling her ‘Kiki’ and twirling one of her raven-black locks in his fingers.

Then there was what happened at lunchtime.

Jeno was sitting right in the centre of the cafeteria, surrounded by all the popular kids.

Karina was walking towards your usual table (by the toilets) when he put out one beckoning finger – to sit with him.

The room exploded with jealous voices.

“That witch girl?”

“Are they like, a thing?”

You sat frozen. This was what Karina had always wanted – to be one of the cool girls, the centre of attention. So why weren’t you happier for her? Why did this feel like some sick joke?

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That night, Karina was sitting in your bedroom, opposite you, on the little round table you used for seances. Flickering candlelight illuminated your faces.

“Is anyone with us?” you whispered. You nudged Karina with your toe. “You say it!”

And then… you noticed a blue light ruining the atmosphere.

“Are you on your phone?” you whisper-shrieked in disbelief.

Karina sighed. “Ghosts aren’t real, Y/n. Maybe we should stop calling ourselves the witch bitches. We’re not… kids anymore.”

A dagger of hurt stabbed in your chest, but you told yourself not to worry. This was some freaky Jeno mind control. That was the only explanation.

---

“Coming, babe?” Karina asked at the end of the school day, a few days later.

“In a sec, Kiki,” Jeno said, winking.

You were still confused about what Jeno was waiting for… until his face was inches from yours. Jeno slammed his hand against the locker behind you, and the whole thing rattled.

You looked up, and saw a man you did not recognize.

Jeno’s face was twisted in ice-cold fury. Only now, you saw his chiseled muscles for what they were: a weapon.

“Stay away from us,” Jeno said, his velvet murmur edged like a sword. “Or there’ll be trouble.”

You shuddered, nodding quickly. When he was gone, you sank to the ground, chest tight.

Lee Jeno was not the man everybody thought he was. Especially Karina.

You looked up… and saw something that made the blood dry up in your veins.

In the locker where Jeno’s hand had been… the metal was crushed into a handprint, as if it was no thicker than butter. You scrambled to your feet, tracing the outline of the shape with your finger.

Vaguely, something occurred to you. You realized that over the past few weeks, you had been subconsciously joining the dots in your mind.

You knew where you had to go.

As you ran into the village centre, rain was pouring down and the sky above you growled with thunder. Your wet hair slapped your cheeks. You did not notice.

The bell tinkled as you shoved open the door to your favourite occult bookshop and tearoom. This was practically a second home to you – but you weren’t here for fun.

Soon, you were sitting on the worn floorboards at the back of the shop, a sea of spellbooks and ghost hunting guides lying open around you. As you desperately flipped through pages, you scratched notes down on the back of a receipt.

Super strength…

The handprint in the metal burned into your mind’s eye.

Inhuman speed…

The way the hallway disappeared, and Jeno was by your side almost instantly.

Mysterious disappearances…

Karina’s tear-blotched face when she said, No one’s seen Jeno in three days.

An unexplained tan…

Whenever he came back after disappearing, Jeno’s skin was darker, his cheeks the colour of ripe cherries. No one could tan that fast.

Each note you made, you circled one word at the bottom of the receipt. Each black circle layered upon the last, forming an inky ring like a black hole.

There was only one word that could explain all of this.

Vampire.

The pen fell from your stiff hand.

Lee Jeno was a vampire. A vampire who, for whatever reason, had chosen your best friend as his next target. You wracked your brain. It was Friday. What was it Karina had said she was doing today, back when you were still talking?

My parents are out, so I invited Jeno over to my house on Friday.

This was the first time they would be alone.

You scrabbled in the pile of books for your phone.

8:21 PM

You had to go. It didn’t matter if Karina hated you now, it didn’t matter how dangerous Jeno was. You had to warn her to get out of there.

You grabbed your coat, yelled an apology to the shop owner and started sprinting to Karina’s house.

It could already be too late.

Hunched in the bushes in front of Karina’s house, you pulled out your phone. Maybe they were still in there, Jeno laying on his charm, his bait. All she had to do was make some excuse, walk quietly out of there.

You rang Karina. Straight to answerphone.

You swore under your breath. When the message tone sounded, you whispered the whole story under my breath.

“Karina, you have to get out of there. Now. I know you don’t believe me, but remember when…”

And you laid it all out: the disappearances, the handprint, the way his skin darkened from drinking human blood.

And then the only phrase that mattered. “Jeno is… a vampire.”

In a way, you deserved what happened next.

A deep, amused voice said, “What did you call me?”

You spun to see Jeno standing over you. His smirk, as beautiful as it was terrifying, towered over you in the dark.

Your first reaction was not one of fear. You were relieved. Because if Jeno was here, he wasn’t with Karina.

Unless she was already dead.

You eyed Jeno’s laid-back, easy demeanor, so different from his fury in the locker room this afternoon. It was the look of a man who had all his plans in order.

You felt sick again.

“I gotta give it to you, I didn’t think you’d get this close,” Jeno said, conversationally, as if you were sitting in his living room instead of lying on your back in the pouring rain. He crouched down, and you sucked in an involuntary breath. “Since the 80’s, I barely have to hide anymore. Most people don’t believe in magic.”

“W-what was I right about?” you breathed. You didn’t know why you were doing this. Survival instinct, maybe. Every second he was talking was another second he wasn’t killing you.

“The speed, the strength… all right. You just forgot an important one.” He tapped his ear with a smirk. “Perfect hearing.”

Terror gave you a strange clarity. Everything was painfully sharp. You no longer saw hedges, driveway, cars. You saw exits and escapes. As you spoke, your eyes were anxiously scanning the space around Jeno. Could you make a run for it? Throw a rock in his face and hope for the best?

Jeno lifted your wrist in his hand and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. His tongue flashed over his plump pink lips. “Not as delicious as your friend, but you’ll do.” He tilted his head to the side, flashing me a dimpled smile. “It’s almost a shame I have to kill you. You were so… special.”

Defeat sunk into your bones like cold water. Jeno was stronger, smarter, faster than you in every way.

This was the end.

You of your parents, and how you’d been too awkward to say I love you the last few years.

You thought of Karina, and your chest almost exploded with regret. She was a sister to you, she had been ever since you were five years old, making ‘potions’ with rainwater and leaves in the back garden.

You were an idiot to let your friendship go. And now, you would never have a chance to make it up to her.

Suddenly, there was a terrible squelch and Jeno’s face twisted into a mask of confusion. Then, he crumpled to the ground, right in front of your feet.

How was this possible?

Then you looked up, and saw Karina’s victorious face glowing in the moonlight.

Well, her eyes were victorious – you couldn’t see her mouth, as it was covered in duct tape. Her wrists were red and lined. Her long black hair flowed free in the night wind. In Jeno’s back, she had plunged what looked like a sharpened stick.

You jumped to your feet, and hugged her tight. It was an overwhelming relief to have your best friend in your arms again. You were giddy. You weren’t dead!

When you finally let her free, Karina’s face was streaming with tears. “You were right. I should have believed you. When I was- tied up in there, I remembered all that vampire stuff we used to talk about.” You looked down at the stick in Jeno’s back. Your heart swelled. “The vampire killing stake! The one we made when we were ten!”

Karina nodded, smiling through her tears. “I got your message. You put your life in danger… just to save me.” Her voice broke, and she pulled me into a hug again. “I am so sorry for saying you were jealous, I-“

You cut her off. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just happy we’re friends again.”

Karina shook her head, clutching me tighter. “We were always friends, you idiot.”

You laughed, tears coming into my own eyes.

Together, you dragged Jeno’s body into a nearby skip. As you were walking back, pinkie fingers linked together, Karina sighed. “This might sound weird, but I’m kinda glad Jeno was a vampire. That explains all the disappearing... I was worried he was just a fuckboy.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “Of course, he was a fuckboy, Karina! He was both!”

You laughed together, both your bodies weak, but supporting each other.

“He was hot, though,” you said, nodding sadly.

“Damn hot.”

“What a goddamned waste.”

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silvercap · 12 days

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Hi hi for the whump drabble game could I get some hurt Chris with either dangling or perhaps painkillers? No worries if not ❤️❤️❤️

For sure!! (From this prompt list)

Dangling/Painkillers

Chris's arm trembles with the effort it takes to cling to the cliff face, gloved fingers already slipping even as he forces himself to dig deep into the mud and rock in the desperate hope that it will save him. Below, the ocean thrashes at the vicious spires of rock reaching upwards like ragged claws, rain and wind lashing the frothing surf into a roil. He gasps for air, left arm stretched taut where Jill hangs below him, her limp, unconscious form held up only by Chris's hand around her thin wrist. Above them, BOWs growl audibly over the rush of the storm, scenting the blood that pours down Chris's side in hot rivulets despite being too dumb to tell where it's coming from.

Chris blinks rain from his eyes, gritting his teeth with a groan when an attempt to haul Jill higher leaves his head spinning. Below, the waves lap hungrily at the rocky cliff edge as if sensing his growing weakness, eager to swallow them up into oblivion. Chris growls. What a stupid fucking way to die--knocked over the edge of a cliff he should've seen, bleeding out and unable to reach his radio. There's no way he's letting Jill die here like this.

He clings to the rock, eyelids fluttering. No giving up, no matter what.

Chris isn't sure how long it is before the sound of gunfire and squealing bioweapons filters in over the ringing in his ears, arms burning from the endless, intolerable strain that's becoming too much to bear. He's so tired. Rainwater freezes the back of his neck in icy sheets, hair slicked to his forehead as he gasps in defeat. He doesn't even have the strength to call out.

"Captain!"

He doesn't have to, though, because one of the men who'd been part of their backup team--he can't tell who over the rain--is staring down at him wide-eyed, two measly feet above where Chris is clinging to his crumbling lifeline. The man reaches down as another soldier appears behind him, already wrapping his hand around Chris's wrist.

"No," Chris snaps raggedly, unable to hold back a cry as he drags Jill to his chest with a sudden burst of superhuman strength. His heart is pounding, vision flickering, but all he knows is that he needs to save her. "Jill first."

The men bicker amongst themselves as they do as they're told, taking Jill's weight a split-second before Chris's arms fail entirely. He whimpers as his grip slides further, left arm useless as his right hand aches from the effort it takes to hold himself in place.

"Captain!" He hears someone shout, and then the cliff is breaking apart under his fingers, solid earth giving way to open air and the drop of free fall in his stomach. His eyes widen, and then he's slamming into the dark abyss of the boiling sea, and Chris knows no more.

He comes to to the sound of shouting and helicopter rotors, rain dotting his face as the sky above him swims. He's moving, he recognizes vaguely, a blurry sillhouette holding something plastic over his mouth and nose. Chris frowns, shifting--only to meet resistance over his chest and hips, a strangled noise of protest escaping him.

"Can you hear me, Captain Redfield?" The figure slowly squeezes the plastic thing as air floods Chris's lungs, leaning down to reveal the concerned face of a medic. "You're alright, we're just taking you to the emergency chopper. Captain Valentine is safe."

Safe. Something warms blooms to life in Chris's veins, tension he didn't know he'd been holding slipping away as his muscles go limp. Well, more limp.

"Hang on a little longer, Captain, you're doing great. Those pain meds should be kicking in right about now."

Chris is too far away to respond, eyelids fluttering closed with the hazy warmth that swallows him into oblivion.

#whump #ask game #hehe thanks abby #sorry it posted prematurely #drabbles

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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I was just tidying up my google docs when I came across an old AU I thought up for Dreamling, it was partially inspired by your Sugar Daddy Dream fic (one of my absolute favorites, still praying every day for a dark sequel). It's supposed to be dubcon/noncon cause I love the idea of Dream taking advantage of a vulnerable Hob, vulnerable and innocent. Basically Dark Dream XD It is a bit cringy, but I’m hoping the horny will override that feeling lol.

The premise is your run of the mill cliché, Hob is the owner the New Inn, and it’s fallen on pretty hard times. He has an increasingly high loan to pay back by the end of the month, otherwise the bank is gonna come and repossess everything (this is how loans work right?) And due to the stress and anxiety, Hob decides to go and drink his sorrows away, at least for the night. He’s absolutely sloshed by the end of his bender, and proceeds to cry about woes and troubles to anyone and everyone in the bar, just stumbling from one table to another and talking to people. It is then he accidentally falls onto the lap of one Morpheus “Dream” Endless, infamous filthy rich mob boss known for his cruelty and cold demeanor.

Dream was just there at the bar talking business with an associate when out of nowhere this chestnut-haired man falls onto his lap, and just starts babbling away about his problems. Dream is so taken aback, he forgets for a moment that he’s supposed to be offended and should be ordering his men to beat up this random guy for even daring to come close, but this teary man’s eyes are so big and doe-eyed, looking so lost…. Dream ends up waving away his associate in favor of listening to Hob. And Hob is so adorable, trying to wipe away his tears and all the while hiccupping through his 15th rendition of his sob story, it also helps his heaving breaths are pushing his sizable chest to the forefront of Dream’s gaze. It’s pretty much love at first sight. By the end, Dream is so smitten with this man that he decides right then and there that Hob is going to be his, his precious pet who he’s going to spoil rotten with gifts and pleasure.

Dream takes Hob home for the night, holding back the urge to take his baby girl right then and there, he wants Hob to remember their first time. Before he leaves, he makes sure to note down everything there is to know about Hob, full name, birthday, bank details etc.

Hob, many hours later, wakes up with the world’s worst hangover and also to a few dozen messages from the bank and his staff, informing him his debts have been paid, and that apparently, the New Inn is getting renovated, already paid for, workers have already begun. He is so confused, he has no idea what the hell is going on, then he notices a new message coming in from an unknown number. It’s a request for him to go to an address at a specific time, it tells him not to be late, and that everything will be explained in due time. Welp. That’s not ominous at all, but Hob is mature enough to admit he’s brave (dumb) enough to actually follow through with the instructions. Hopefully, he won’t be losing any essential body parts….. (He’ll be losing his virginity and innocence instead huehuehueheuheuheu)

I actually have an excerpt, I hope you guys enjoy hahaha

“I need- nee- hiccup!- help. I just don’t know what to do.” Hob was desperately clutching onto the front of Dream’s shirt now, looking at him with teary eyes and trembling lips, and he looked absolutely… delicious. “What should I do, shtranger? Please tell me what to doo.”

Looking at the man straddling his lap, begging him so sweetly for his help, Dream licked his lips at the thought of what he could do to this man.

Dream gently framed his new precious toy’s face with both hands, carefully thumbing away the tears running down in rivulets. Kissing him tenderly on the forehead, Dream whispered, “Don’t you worry kitten, daddy will take good care of you.”

Hob was still incredibly tipsy from his binge, evidenced by his bleary eyes and slurred speech, so it took awhile for him to process Dream’s words but when he did, he looked up at Dream with such hope and innocence in his rich brown doe eyes, “You- you will?”

"Oh yes, baby girl. You won't have to worry about anything but me ever again."

-Love Yan Anon <3

Ajshdhdhfdj I'm OBSESSED. This hits some of my absolute favourite kinks!!! Intox!! Daddy kink!! Power play!!! No pressure on you my beloved, but I would sooo love to read more of this. I need to see Hob pushing his lovely plump boytits into Dream’s face, pouting about difficult everything is... I REALLY need more of Dream calling Hob baby girl because Holy Shit that's perfect.

And innocent Hob being manipulated and turned into a perfect slut by Dream’s powerful, forceful personality... Hob is so vulnerable and doesn't have anyone to protect him, so he'd better be a good girl and do as Dream tells him... After all, Dream owns him now, and if he puts even a toe out of line, there will be consequences...

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw intox

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spotsupstuff · 11 months

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What was your favorite Slugcat to play and your favorite Iterator to draw?

(i haven't played Saint yet) i suppooooooose it might be actually a tie between Spearmaster, Rivulet and Artificer? the movement of the latter two was a lot of fun, but i'm too attached to Spearmaster that i don't wanna leave it out. constant supply of spears took one of my main worries away for the whole game

and favorite Iterator to draw?? oh boy, i don't think i can choose... i do draw my own designs which i did my best to cater specifically to my enjoyment from drawing. it'd be easier to say what i like drawing the most out of their singular designs, so i'll do that (AND i get to ramble about that i love doin that)

originally i talked about like. all iterators i've ever really drawn but then i fucked up n what i had written was deleted so i guess we are doin only few. the main five i think of when trying to figure out which i like drawing the best:

• Pebbles: everything about his head is a joy to me. the shape of it, his marks, antennas.. the shape of his feet is a lot of fun and something about the combination of the Gen 3 skeletal body type and hanfu just... fits for him. along with his angry expression. it's like... a certain regal beauty but there's sharp teeth hiding within it. i like to try my best to imbue certain feelings into my designs and then how i draw them (especially on my own time- when i draw for asks i feel like... this important essence, the characterization, gets muddled at least a tad). with Pebbles i'm going for something like "small flame, burning bright- a fighter, yet so soft and fragile, sharp and divinely glorious, determined yet still so damn scared. i want to hold your hands, understand what the time has done to them and say that i'm very sorry. you shouldn't have had to become so rageful. they made you to be alive and didn't let you live." • Nish: of course *he's* here. from the scarf to the general loosenes of his fit (even though he should be more of a Tube, i'm not doin the kimono inspiration justice n i am sorry) is a lot of fun. the looser the clothes are, the more i enjoy drawing them!! i really like drawing his mark and i'm very proud of my design for his headphone audial things this time around. unlike last time, they are meant to be bigger than others' and they are red instead of dark green. the three holes in them? Especially proud of those. he's specifically high up there with my favorite iterators to draw because of his attitude, though • Boreas: he's so stupid big it makes me giggle. drawing him next to Gen 3s is so??? sir please come down we need to have a chat- hello? do u hear me???- okay but seriously, i'm very happy that i've settled on a chlamys for him. the sort of like. collar that i've decided the cloth will make for him compliments his personality well and i like drawing my collars a ton. it's not visible here because it isn't colored, but his antennas go from dark dark blue to vibrant red thru a gradient and i LOVE it so much. combined with the aggressive shape of them? mwah. also the leaf-like things on his audials are so simple to draw and add so much to his vibes that i always look forward to drawin them. revisiting his design and giving him the warranted love made him so so strong and dear to me... p sure he's currently my favorite from my ocs • Notos: a perfect example of why "less is more" is a saying. i like drawing it specifically cuz it's literally just. a bitch playing on a ghost with a bedsheet except when u look under that hood there are some Feckin yaoguai teeth waiting there. Those are a bitch to draw but i did this specifically to learn to draw teeth like that better. also. special shout out to the interaction of Iterator antennas and a bedsheet over the head. shkika keeps bein weak for those "cat ears" in our dms, it's funny to see Notos out of all my kids get those kind of reactions jglkdscmlksdmlk

• Fish: FISH IS FISH. he has big dumb round glasses what more could i possibly need to enjoy drawing a man. but also those antennas... they make him a lot of fun to draw n i look forward to drawin them each time. my thanks to @/w1ngw0ng and @/medi-bee for bettering them just by being themselves

special shout outs go to Zephyr for being challenging to represent properly (physically relatively weak, fragile, yet burning blindingly bright, sharp, determined and brave- just being a leader of a revolution even though her physical form doesn't really fit it), FAM (@/medi-bee) for bein an absolute freak (i love him. i love Nips even more)

and NRD (@/splynter) for being different yet familiar and for being colored like a dead body. Very Cool Of Them 👍

#Spot says stuff #rw #tumblr u can suck me im so fuckin angry every time this happens to me oughghhg..........#either way i really gotta shut the fuck up one day n draw FAM n NRD in their creators respective styles instead of reformattin them into-#-mine. i am of the idea that drawing others ocs will help u get better at art but same goes for styles!!! why have i not done that yet!!#aiya...#im still convinced those are raspberries growing out of NRD's eye and at this point i refuse to accept otherwise

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