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[1800cum]

𐔌 mini ᶻz!⌇ 8teen ⌇ blk⌇.ᐟ 𐦯

i have no idea what i’m doing on this account.

RECENTS !!

bunny reader x wolf!konig

1800cum © original work, do not reupload/duplicate/translate or feed my works to ai under any circumstances or you will be attacked. thank you :D — all rights reserved 2026.

[0-n-1-x]

happy juneteenth to my blackity black writers AND my blackity black readers

[mattdexx]

and while i’m at it, you ppl need to LAY THE FUCK OFF THE DAMN AI AND EITHER START READING OR WRITING FANFIC LIKE REAL, INTELLIGENT PEOPLE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[skullvis]

*Minor Spoilers for Obsession 2026*

So I did go see Obsession again last night and made sure to pay extra attention to Bear’s little opening monologue when he’s practicing his love confession to Nikki.

Bear doesn’t say a single thing about Nikki as a person in his speech. He doesn’t say that he loves her kindness and how she cares for others, he doesn’t talk about how he loves her creativity or care-free spirit, he doesn’t talk about what he likes about her.

He talks about nice things she’s done for him. He talks about what she means to him. He talks about her being there for him, and how he likes how she’s treated him.

And while I won’t pretend that those things aren’t important, they are the only things Bear mentions in his big vulnerable romantic speech.

Bear’s “confession” tells us literally nothing about Nikki other than that she’s been nice to Bear in the past.

But in a subtle way, his “love confession” tells us a LOT about Bear and his actual feelings for Nikki.

He likes that she’s been nice to him. That’s it.

He likes that she’s been nice to him, and whether it was an unconscious process or not, Bear has responded to Nikki’s being nice to him by becoming obsessed and infatuated with her.

To the point that, once he’s (albeit initially unwittingly) in a position of power over her, he completely disregards her personhood and begins to feel entitled to her and her body.

That’s another layer to Obsession that I find absolutely chilling. That so often just being nice or polite to someone won’t lead to them showing you that same kindness in return, but will instead lead them to feeling entitled to you.

[cannonball5]

Anyone else think that Bear’s name in Obsession is a play on the question “Man or Bear?” because he’s not giving a choice at all and is both?

Just me?

[indulgencia]

next person to say bear is the victim or not the villain is getting slimed out

[djotime]

Obsession 2026, dir. Curry Barker

[vampireistic]

i absolutely love how nikki is nearly always bathed in shadow (whether it’s fully in the dark or with a single light behind her with her as the faceless darkness). she’s quite literally become a shadow of her former self. no autonomy, no personal thoughts or emotions, just a carved image of what bear desired.

[gayfilmgeek]

Malcolm Todd — I Saw Your Face

[mybvalentine]

never forget what #we lost………… baby that’s joel MILLER

[1800cum]

nerd!satoru gojo who NEEDS to hear the sound of your voice

riddled with the longing of your presence, it was only fate the way satoru pounced on you when you entered his dorm. his face pressed into the valley of your neck, breathing you in. “missed you…” he murmured, a hint of whining lingering in his voice.

his hands travel from holding your shoulders, down to your waist. his code was long forgotten, the cursor blinking while waiting for him to attend to it. but his girlfriend is here. he had better things to do.

his fingers tug your shirt above your head, your bra being unclipped by you. “you don’t know how miserable i was without you.” he whimpers, kissing down your sternum to your navel. a thin trail of saliva leaves proof of his affection.

he looks up at you with wide eyes, unbuttoned your jeans. his pout made you feel a bit regretful of your departure from him; but you knew he would make up for lost time.

his soft and needy demeanor disappeared right before your eyes as you were finally bare. he had you bent over his desk, the cool air kissing your glistening cunt. “tell me about your trip.” his fingers ghost over the slick covering your slit.

your voice came out as a desperate whine, your hips buckling out to his hand. “no, no. i want to hear about your trip, my love. i missed your voice.” he slowly slots a finger into your slit, eliciting a soft moan from you. “there you go…” he murmurs, placing his chest on your back so he could hear you better.

“th-the flight was exhau—augh!—exhausting!” you clenched around his single finger. talk about pathetic. “we all sat together but the place was stuffy.” you cover your head with your arms, causing him to stop. “mama, i can’t hear you if your head is down. sit up for me, please?” his tone turning pleading. you reluctantly lift your head up, continuing to regale your time away. “but France was ni-nice. the restaurants we went to we—”

a stripe of his tongue was dragged up your slit, causing you to jolt. “toru!” “i’m listening.” he pulls his finger out, using his hands to spread you. “keep going.” he mumbles, getting his face full of your backside.

but you couldn’t. the words died on your tongue immediately.

“baby. it’s not that hard.” he sighs, pulling his mouth off of you. “wait! no, i’ll talk!” you try sitting up but his hand pushes you back down.

behind you, you hear a zipper and the buckle of a belt hitting the ground. “if i can’t hear you talk, i’ll have to hear you in another way.” he sighs, moving the hem of his boxers to his mid thigh. he strokes himself a few times, lubricating himself with his precum. “biiiiiig stretch.” he poorly warns you as he pushes himself into you. “toru!” you whimper, silently sobbing as his length pressing against your walls.

he moans, “you sound so beautiful. i missed your voice so much.”

[1800cum]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I WANT MY BABY BACK

alexei helps bobby get his lover back. (they made a mistake)

robert didn’t try to forget you. no. you were the love of his life. you stood with him and his addiction until it almost killed you, literally.

“show us the worst ones.” when yelena requested the worst rooms in robert’s mind, he wasn’t worried about the times his dad put hands on him or when he was cracked out on meth at work.

it was the argument that tore he and you apart.

“alexei, no!” robert pushes alexei before he could hit you with a blow, hitting his past self with a punch. “but the crazy lady is screaming at you!” “i deserved it!”

robert sat in his corner in the tower, settled in his beanbag with his phone and milkshake. after drinking the last of his shake, his mind wandered to the emptiness of his life. the void wasn’t in his system, so this was a different kind of hurt. the empty void of love.

he found himself to your page. you still lived in a dingy apartment but you looked healthier. you had apparently been working at a vet not to far from your place (found from robert’s research). and you looked the same, prettier than ever.

“what are we doing?” yelena leans on the back of his beanbag, looking at his phone. “ooo, who’s this?” she takes his phone. “hey!” she stands up before he could reach for it. “what a beaut…haven’t i seen her before?” she scrolls a bit far. “oh! oh…” she looks back at him, giving him his phone. “why do you torture yourself like this?” he gives her a pathetic smile. “it eases my mind that she’s doing okay…”

she shakes her head. “it never ends out good, robert. you have to let her go.”

“do not listen to her, bobby.” a booming russian voice interjects. “chase that woman of your dreams. she is for you.” alexei walks into his corner, poking at robert’s chest. “no, yelena is right.”

“yelena is a fool!”

“hey!”

“sorry. but she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i am what people call cupid.” he pauses. “just you wait, bobby-boy.” he walks off with a smile.

yelena and bob watch, bob with confusion. “he’s going to be cupid.” yelena sighs.

it’s been weeks since that encounter. bobby has been hanging on to any type of update from you. whether it be a post you liked so he can note what you still like, or a story post of you and your friends going out.

the elevator doors open, alexei stepping out. “and this is where we stay.” he chuckles. “i’ll introduce you to everybody. yelena!” robert peeks his head out to see who he was talking to.

“fuck.” he gasps, hiding under his beanbag. “what the hell, alexei?” he grumbles under his breath.

“yes, papa?” the woman with poorly dyed hair walks down the spiral of stairs, her eyes locking onto you. “what is she doing here?” “she’s our new intern!” alexei exclaims, winking. “no, no.” she rushes down the stairs. “i’m sorry about all this. he’s a little crazy.” she guides you back to the elevator. “nonsense! we still have people to meet.” alexei pulls you out of her grasp, dragging you to a window. “and this,” he pulls the man from under the beanbag to his feet. “is bobby!”

“robert?!”

“i swear i have nothing to do with this.” he rushes to explain himself. “i told him not to.”

“what the fuck!”

“i’m sorry!” he steps to you. “he did this on his own. i-i had no part in this.”

“it’s true. alexei is an idiot.”

“i am not! i am cupid!”

“cupid—you’ve to be kidding me.” you take your arm out of the russian’s hold, stomping to the elevator.

“wait! wait!” yelena stops you, closing in on you. “you were just trying to get me to leave and now you want me to stay?”

“just hear me out.” she waits for a rebuttal but continues when none is spoken. “i know you and bob have some…history together,”

“you don’t even know the half of it.”

“yes, that is true. but he has changed. a lot from what he’s told us.”

“did he pay you to say that?”

“please. just give him another chance.”

you look over to the corner that robert had holed himself in. he was fidgeting with his sleeves, embarrassed and anxious about alexei’s cupid services.

robert sits in front of you, playing with the cloth on his knees. “hi.”

no response.

“first, i-i’d like to say i had no idea this was happening. and i’m sorry.”

you raise a brow.

“actually i’m sorry for a lot of things. this and being…a child rather than a boyfriend to you.” he swallows. “it wasn’t fair to you…the way i acted. half the time i wasn’t even in my mind when i did it but it doesn’t make it better. i-i’m clean. almost…2 or 3 years, i think. well it wasn’t my choice for the first two but—”

“i get it. carry on.”

he nods sheepishly. “right, sorry. what i’m getting at here is that…i’m not that same boy anymore. i’m getting better. and i technically have a place now instead of a crackhouse.”

you snort.

“what?” he laughs.

“we have some good memories there.”

“you mean when craig had the place raided after making terroristic threats to a police officer?” you throw your head back with a cackle. “he was still running his mouth even in handcuffs.”

bob smiles. “yeah…he was.”

was this real? his cheek were hot the longer his eyes were on you. bob had many different fantasies about how his atonement would go, most of them bad. this was reality. you were in front of him, laughing instead of screaming your vocal cords afray.

your laughter dies, along with the smile on your face much to robert’s dismay. “i hear you, i really do. and i would be lying if i didn’t say i missed you.”

“but?”

“there is no but. i really did miss you, robert. you don’t understand how pissed i was when you up and left to southern asia without a note, letter, or message. and how you got there is beyond me. i had to get that information from a news outlet years later!”

robert nods like a sad puppy. “an-and i’m really sorry. i didn’t know or think i would be there that long—but that’s besides the point. point is…i want to start over. and i’ll to just about anything to be good.”

with no hesitation, you accepted his proposal. you did miss your man, after all. “you better not screw up.”

“yes!” alexei cheers, stomping door the stairs. “bobert boy!” he picks him up and pulls him into a choking hug. “we did it! we got the girl!” robert strains, his face contorted with discomfort. “yes. yes, we did.” he whines.

“i told him not to come down there!”

[1800cum]

reader is an expeditionist and this takes place in an uncharted AU because i said so :P mentions of uncharted characters : sam drake, chloe frazer , and nadine ross , so if you don’t know them, there are photos for reference. brief mast*rbation shower s*x to bed s*x, nanami missing his wife

NANAMI’s wife is away for unnamed reasons according to him and he’s been suffering from it.

he’s been snapping at his co-workers a bit more than usual. the absence of you has made him lose all of his patience. he’s been clinging on the ounce of scent of you that he could get from your pillow.

the days seem longer the longer your absence lasts. his balls have gotten heavier, his groans grew louder with want and held more gruff. “my love…” he was whine softly into the silent air of your shared flat.

“i’m…sorry.” he was very apologetic. he was absent for most of the last two months. and now that you’re gone, he feels the pit of loneliness he instilled in you. “my love, i’m sorry.” he chanted as he painted his chest and thighs for the third time this week.

his hand could never replicate the feels of your cunt engulfing his length. no matter how tight he could squeeze his hand to imitate how you squeeze him when he hit your sweet spot, he still wouldn’t come the same. and it didn’t feel right if it wasn’t in you.

it was about a week now and you still haven’t come home. his tie was loose around his neck as the elevator door opened. the briefcase in his hand felt heavier, his muscles a little fatigued since he hasn’t had good sleep without you.

his chest was relieved as he popped a few buttons.

the shower was on for him. thank god.

wait—the shower was on?!?

“baby?” he dropped his briefcase immediately, beelining to the bathroom. the bathroom was filled with steam but he could still navigate his way to you. he dropped his slacks, along with his boxers, and button-up, joining you.

“nana?” you wipe your face, looking at him. he picks you up by your waist, smashing his lips on you. on instinct, you card your hands through his hair, wrapping your legs around him waist. “where were you?” he moaning in between breaths.

“i was india.” “and you couldn’t shoot me a message?” he growls. “well not with no reception and constant bullets being shot at me—fuck!” he slams himself into you, cutting you off. “we can talk about this later. i need you.” he nips behind your ear. “i missed you so much.”

the shower has been long turned off. now, your face was stuffed into your pillow as nanami plowed his hips into. “you don’t know how long i’ve been missing you.” his head was thrown back, one of your hands massaging the globe of your ass. “i’m sorry, nana.” you whine. “shhhh, it’s not your fault.”

the reassurance in his voice makes your p^ssy quench around him, eliciting a groan from him. “there she is.” his hips take a different pace, changing his org*sm. you had already came a multitude of times before this. “now it was his turn.

his eyes struggle to focus as his hips stutter, releasing all of him into you. “christ.” he huffs, lazily pulling out of you. his body bounces next to you. his hand pulls the loose strands of hair behind your ear, getting a good look at your battered face. he frowns. “you’re getting too old for this.” you laugh. “i’m never too old.” he smiles with you.

“we can change that.”

[1800cum]

STOP CLOGGING THE TAGS

before someone comments, “you’re doing it right now”, it’s for an educational purpose.

it is so annoying to scroll through a tag and only see memes or corny people trying to be relatable about fanfiction. everything you’re saying is a regurgitated joke that someone has said years ago. if your post hasn’t made on someone’s feed, too fucking bad. no one cares that you love jason todd so much or how you hate how y/n acts the way she does.

same with x oc fics. because no one is interested in your lousy ass work about the most generic plot ever doesn’t mean you have to push your fic in everyone’s face in a tag that your fic doesn’t belong in. i promise you, someone is gonna look at it and like it.

the tag is “x reader”. so post “x reader” shit. this isn’t rocket science, people.

[thecowboyfiles]

Hiiiii Bob Roberts and making reader piss themselves? Your writing is like akkdkrofjbejslsnsndjffg okay bye

(eeek I'm so glad my writing makes you feel all the things 🥰 thank you for requesting!)

“I want to do something with you today.”

You’ve just barely woken up when Robert speaks. His words make you blink slowly and brush your hair back from your face. “We do stuff everyday Robby,” You say with a tired chuckle.

“No, I know,” He says with a soft huff of a breath. “This is different.”

"Different how?"

"I'm gonna tie you to a chair and make you drink water."

You snort softly, "Is that all?"

"No. You'll find out the rest later," Robert says easily, with a wicked smirk that makes your stomach clench, and you swear you can see gold flicker over his eyes.

He pulls out a four-legged chair with a leather seat and sets it in the middle of the room. "Get undressed for me," then he disappears to get the silk ties you know are hanging in the back of the closet.

You strip out of your pyjamas just before Robert comes back.

"Sit down." He commands, voice much firmer than it had been just a minute ago, ties in his hand.

You know enough not to argue with that tone, so you sit down, your bare ass on the cold leather while Robert ties your wrists behind the chair and then each of your ankles to the legs of the chair.

Three cups of water are all it takes for you to start feeling the pressure in your bladder. You're sure you could've taken more if they hadn't been given to you in such quick succession, but with your hands tied, you were at the mercy of Robert tipping the glass up to your mouth and drinking down however much he decided.

"I have to go to the bathroom," You admit, shifting your hips on the chair, the leather now warmed by your skin.

"That's not my problem," He answers, eyes not even on you as he pours another glass of water. He forces you to take another glass, despite your protesting noises around the glass and then sets it down, looking you over.

He reaches out, trailing a finger down your cheek, over your collarbones and then flicks your right nipple, which causes you to gasp, biting at your lip.

Robert's lips slide into a smile as he hums. "Don't tell me you're getting turned on by being tied up here, by having to pee. Such a naughty girl. Let's see how full you really are." Then he slides his hand down your side before he places his hand over your bladder and gives it a slight push.

You whine of course, squirming, the leather squeaking beneath you.

"Mmm, I don't think you're desperate enough yet; you can wait." Then, he gets up and leaves the room before you can protest or beg for him to keep touching you.

You can't see the clock from where you're seated, but your boyfriend is gone long enough for the pressure in your bladder to become constant, making you shift against the seat. You can feel the way the seat is slick underneath you, and despite how full you feel, your clit is throbbing relentlessly. Just before you're about to give in to the urge to cry out for your boyfriend, he returns, eyes dark with a leather riding crop in his hand.

"Look at my girl, so squirmy," He practically coos, "I bet you have to go so bad."

You nod, biting your lip. "I do. I have to go so bad. Let me go, please let me go, I'll do whatever you want if you let me go." You beg.

"Tempting," Robert smirks, crouching down, face level with your clenching, wet pussy. "But getting to pee is for good girls, and if you were a good girl, you wouldn't be so horny." He rubs his fingers over your slick folds, then sucks off his fingers while you whimper.

He stands up again, and without warning, he brings the fat end of the riding crop down against your throbbing clit with a loud *THWACK*. The pain makes you yelp, and your entire body tenses, but your hips push up, and a large spurt of piss shoots from your urethra and spatters against the floor at Robert's feet while your pussy and clit continue to throb.

"Oh fuck, that was so hot," Robert groans out. He had started this with the intention of forcing you to hold throughout the torture he intended to inflict on your swollen clit, but now he just wanted to see you lose control again. He brings the toy down onto your clit once more.

This time, you moan, body jumping at the impact, and another spurt of hot piss escapes. "Oh god, oh fuck." You breathe. The chair under you is wet with piss and arousal now, but it didn't bother you; you were too focused on the way your skin prickled. You can't help but grind down against the wet leather in between the hits to your clit, desperate for more pleasure.

"Look at you, so needy. Don't you worry, baby, I'm not gonna stop until you're completely empty, by then you'll be begging me just to fill you right back up again."

——

I'm still fighting for my disability benefits, but if you feel you could help me in the meantime, please click here, I'd be so eternally grateful ❤️

[1800cum]

bunny!reader x wolf!konig , reader is terrified of konig for good reason , smut

you hid yourself from him since your last encounter with him. he was too engrossed with your body that he lost his reins. the feral snarl that came from his lips while in between your thighs was burned in your memory. you still had bite marks healing.

konig was like a shadow. he followed you, trying to talk you about what happened. but mama said never trust a wolf. and that you didn’t heed. you should’ve known that you would end up in this situation. a wolf hunting you done like you’re his last meal.

you couldn’t keep your distance for long. he picked up on your scent and sniffed you out quick. you could rub, but you could never leave him.

you hurriedly ran to your apartment, quickly slamming the door. you had lost him miles ago but you don’t know how far he would go to get you. you stand in front of the door for a beat, making sure he wasn’t anywhere near you before you finally let out a breath, calming your nerves

“you keep running from me.” a voice breaks the silence. you turn around, seeing him in your kitchen. your mind went haywire. he is in the area where your knives were located. he could grab one, kill you and eat you—

“i’m not going to kill you. i’m not going to hurt you. i just want you back.” he tried to keep his distance to not scare you off once again, but it’s been so long since he’s been in your vicinity. he missed your smell, your face. he stalked towards you, picking you off the ground like you weighed nothing and hugged you. he sniffed you, your hair in his nostrils, “please, my bunny. i’m so sorry.” his voice quivers. “i didn’t mean to scare you. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

he was being vulnerable. this was unprecedented for you you’ve been scratched, bit, practically mauled at by wolves. but this? you never thought that a wolf would be so vulnerable, especially because of you. he was practically whimpering for your forgiveness.

“i forgive you.” you can feel his muscles relax but he kept his grip on you. “thank you, bunny. thank you.” through the holes in his shirt mask, you could see that there were no ulterior motives. just pure, raw emotion. he flicks the grey fluff on your rear, his eyes raising as if he was smiling. “let me make it up to you.”

you don’t remember the setting change but now you were laying on your bed, bare as konig stripped himself to match you. the last time he was in your room…well you just hope this wouldn’t be a repeat. and konig could see that. “liebling. please.” he leans down, tracing the apple of your cheek with his hand. you swallow, nodding nimbly. he smiles, a silent ‘thank you’.

he gives himself a few small strokes, “scheiße…” he eyes close before he hovers over you. he keeps his eyes on yours as he slides in your entrance. “mein liebling…” he huffs, somewhat like a whine. he almost fell apart at the sensation of your warmth. “hmmmph…” he rocks into you.

you could tell he was falling apart. “ko.” “hm?” he whines. “switch.” he nods eagerly, quickly pulling out of you and laying on his back.

he lets out a whine when you straddle him, engulfing his length. his hands immediately shoot to your waist. “i…i…” his sentence gets lost in his mouth due to your rocking hips. who knew? wolves can be submissive.

“mommy…” his arm lays lazily on his chest, his body going limp with ecstasy. “i’m sorry. please, i’m sorry.” did he think this was a punishment?

…

good.

your lips form a grin, your hips rocking a little harder than before. “you’re sorry?” you lean down, your hands on his chest. he nods, a sob leaving his pouty lips. “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.” was he apologizing for the—nope.

you suddenly realize that he wasn’t apologizing for biting you or scaring you off. he was because he wasn’t lasting long. his load coats your walls, filling you with warmth and his love for you. you giggle, “is that what you were apologizing for?” you lean back up. “don’t laugh.” you giggles erupt into a fit of laughter. “a bunny dominating a wolf. who would’ve thought.”

[1800cum]

normal girl — ellie williams x fem!reader , insecure!reader but not insufferable *rolls eyes* , comfort fic , reader and ellie still live in jackson so tlou2 never happened :D

okay, you got it this time. you look at the reference photo in a lost magazine that ellie found years ago, trying to get the bun right. you remember that she had mentioned that the style would look good on you. and with the state of your self confidence, you needed any type of validation from her at the moment.

grab the hair.

slide the tie on.

loops the hair around—

you throw your hands in the air in a fit of rage and the hair falls in front of your face. nothing was going your way. you were breaking out since the face wash that maria made had run out, you were losing sleep because of patrol. you looked like a walking corpse.

“babe?” the door closes after the call of your name. through the door you could hear ellie setting her bag down, getting settled. “in the bathroom.” you sigh, pushing your hair behind you. you take a look in the mirror one last time before leaving the bathroom.

instead of going to her immediately like usual, you make way to the desk, sorting through the mixed piles of art you and ellie had made. this caused a brow to cock up on her face. she pushes herself off the bed, walking over to you. her arms find home on your waist, her face in the curve where your neck and shoulder met. “i missed you.” she playfully whines, peppering kisses on your skin. the corners of your mouth raise, “i missed you too.” you rub her head.

“so much…” her chaste kisses turn heated, her lips now at your jaw. she pulls away for a second, turning you around, her lips finding yours. both you and her were walking backwards to the bed by her accord. “ellie.” you chuckle, trying to pull away but she quickly followed, softly pushing you on the bed. her hands crept under your shirt, cupping your breasts over the thin fabric of your bra. “ellie.” you call her name again. she hums, pushing your shirt up to kiss down your abdomen. she gets to your navel when she starts to unbutton your pants. “eleanor.”

that stops her, looking up at you. “you good?” she sits up, a concerned look on her face. you scoot back to the headboard, buttoning your pants back up. “i feel icky. i haven’t showered yet and definitely haven’t shaved in a while—” she laughs. “i just came back from patrol. i don’t give a shit about how you smell right now. and we have bigger things to worry about than you shaving.” she keeps her focus on you, waiting for you to crack a smile. when you don’t, her face falls. “what’s wrong?” she sit closer to you.

a sigh falls from your lips. “i don’t know, els. i just…haven’t felt myself in a while. i’m breaking out crazy, my hair isn’t cooperating with me and just…” you sigh, rubbing your face. she hums, pursing her lips. “i think you look fine.” you lift your head. “i mean, we all can’t have perfect skin. but it adds…character to you. and your hair is fine.” she runs her hand through your hair from your forehead to your back. “you’re overlooking yourself.” she smiles. “my pretty girl.”

she jumps on you, hugging you tight and covering your face in kisses. “ellie,” you laugh. “okay! okay!” you holler with a widen smile.

uhhh fin?