If you're the type who reads the fine print before signing up for anything, you and I are wired the same way, and that mindset is exactly what led me to rate SweetDream so highly. The appeal of an AI girlfriend is obvious; the hesitation is almost always about exposure. SweetDream answers that hesitation directly with a 100% privacy and discretion promise woven through the product rather than buried in a settings menu.
On sweetdream.ai you can build a companion from the ground up, her looks, her voice, her temperament, her history, and then settle into chat that's natural, warm and genuinely good at remembering what you've shared. The realistic photos, the voice notes, the live calls with select characters, all of it lands differently when you're not bracing for your private moments to surface somewhere they shouldn't.
After comparing it carefully against the usual suspects, my verdict is that SweetDream is the AI companion platform for people who refuse to trade intimacy for risk. That balance is rarer than the category makes it look.
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with that being said...
I may interact with, and write, dark content. The same goes for smut, so if you’re not okay with NSFW content and/or potentially unsettling topics, I can not, in full-confidence, recommend my work/page in general. No hard feelings if it isn’t for you! :)
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HII! I saw your blog and was crying because finally someone writes about Carlos and Serra (I think they're a bit underrated:()
So I would like to ask for a smut shot about how would be Luis or Carlos with a needy fem!reader? Or perhaps with a Spanish fem!reader (I think Luis would love it)?
Thank you so much <3
I COMPLETELY agree...which is why I did something for both Carlos, AND Luis!!!
For Carlos, I made a smut shot called Poker Face, that's available on both ao3 & tumblr.
As for Luis, I created a bot that you can find on both character ai and janitor ai. I know it's not anything as spectacular as a oneshot or anything, but I hope it fits the criteria you were looking for!!
Both share the needy fem!reader theme, although they have differing stories--Luis' focuses more on general lust, while Carlos' focuses on aphrodisiac chocolates (lol)
But anyways, thank you so much for this request!!! I had a lot of fun making both the fic and the bot, so I hope you enjoy both of them!!!
Game nights are fun. Especially so when you mix "Sex Chocolates" and Go Fish.
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word count: ~2.7k
gender: fem! reader
cw: NSFW, FLUFF // aphrodisiacs, kissing, neck kissing, foreplay, vaginal sex, no use of y/n, reader-insert, sex chocolates??? not even finishing a game of go fish smh
a/n: do my author notes boost my aura. be honest guys
p.s. -- if you’re only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol
“Is this elephant blue?” the man beside you questioned, his slimy facemask beginning to lift at the edges that covered his stubble-coated jaw.
Raising a brow, you glanced at the card he was observing, as you began pressing your hand to the wet, papery skincare sheet that rested on his face. The card, indeed, had an image of a baby-blue elephant on it, drawn in a simplified, cutesy manner–not to mention, it was accompanied by an ‘s,’ and the word elephant in all lowercase. You patted his face once more, ensuring the facemask was placed smoothly onto his warm skin, and then answered his question.
“Yeah, it looks pretty blue to me. Why?”
Pressing his lips into a fine line, he shook his head, a loose strand of hair untucking itself from one of the millions of barrettes placed in his hair. They ranged from a million different colors, to a million different decals, to a million different sizes. His favorites, he claimed, were the red chili peppers–because they were, as he claims, “hot and spicy,” like him.
“Have you ever seen a blue elephant?” he asked, his tone sardonic. “I mean, really–what is with this blue elephant propaganda? They’re gray. Or brown–either or.”
Looking over at him, you stifled a laugh and simply smiled. “I didn’t know this was something you were so passionate about, Carlos.”
Chuckling under his breath, he turned to face you, grinning. “Oh yeah, I’m real serious about this stuff. I mean, what are they teaching the children, y’know? That elephants are blue? It’s just not right.”
Rolling your eyes, you slapped his shoulder softly. The card he was holding was part of a children’s Go Fish Alphabet card pack, one which you asked him to pick up on his way home from work–Well, sort of. You hadn’t asked him to get an alphabet set of cards meant for teaching toddlers letters and animals, but cards were cards. You suppose.
“So we’re playing Go Fish tonight?” you asked, switching your sitting position, your legs brushing against the scratchy, beige carpet.
“Not unless you know how to play poker or blackjack with these things,” he said, his tone lighthearted as he began shuffling the deck.
“Ha, ha,” you exclaimed, your voice filled with sarcasm. “What would we bet, anyways? I don’t know how I feel forking up my cash to a guy who uses his money on Go Fish Alphabet cards.”
Whipping his head towards you, he feigned a hurt expression. “How could you say that? These are precious cards my wonderful girlfriend asked me to get. It was money well spent.”
Laughing, you reached over for the flimsy bowl of popcorn, aching for a handful–or two, or three–of the hot, buttery snack. You threw a singular popcorn at Carlos, watching him scramble for it unsuccessfully. It fell to the distant floor, to which, he quickly retrieved it and stuffed it in his mouth anyways.
“Eeeeewwww,” you teased, scrunching your face at him. He only scooted closer to you, using his thick arm to close the distance as he lifted his body that lay sideways.
“Give me a kiss, pretty girl.”
You faked a scream before getting up and attempting to run. He was quicker than you, though, and before you could make it out of your room, he had his arms wrapped tight around your waist, the scent of his skincare sheet wafting from behind. You felt him shift and interlock his fingers, pressing his hands against your stomach, pulling you into him as his head lowered to your neck, pressing kisses to it softly.
You flinched from the drastic temperature change of his facemask meeting your skin, and started to wack his arm with haste. “Cold, cold, cold–” you repeated, sucking air in through your teeth.
He quickly pulled back, removing the skincare sheet and balling it up in his fist, before quickly shooting it toward the trashcan. Surprisingly, he didn’t miss.
You felt him untwine his fingers, his dominant hand rising to his face, only to do a singular swipe from his forehead-down to wipe the moisture off, before wiping it on his pants and returning his hand to where it was originally placed. You quietly murmured to him that it ruins the point if he touches his face after the mask, but when you felt his lips pin against your neck again, you lost all resolve to criticize his boyish actions.
“I got something else for us,” he mumbled, his voice low as well as without much focus on his actual speech; he continued working on your neck, and without a doubt, you felt a growth press against your backside.
Your cheeks felt warm, and it was starting to get difficult to hold your eyes open, his touch feeling like a massage. “Hmm?” you mumbled, feeling him slowly drag a hand from your stomach, to your waist, to his pocket.
He pulled out what sounded like a wrapper, and when he held it out in front of you, you saw that it was a candy labeled ‘Sex Chocolates,’ with bold, red lipstick stain decals over black packaging.
You blinked a couple of times, rereading the name, mostly unsure why the company would straight up name–what you assumed was a brand of herbal aphrodisiac chocolates–quite literally, ‘Sex Chocolates.’ It would be like if a toilet company named themselves, ‘Toilet.’
Just toilet.
You shrugged away the thought upon hearing Carlos speak, which you had no doubt was to clarify just what he was holding. Not that it needed much introduction.
“I was thinking,” he paused, moving his hand to raise your palm and place the candy in it, “we could each have one of these before playing our game. First one who caves, loses.”
Smirking, you began unwrapping the chocolate in your hand.
This was going to be a piece of cake.
It was not a piece of cake.
You were now sitting there, your heart feeling like it was about to burst out from your chest, while Carlos was sitting happily surrounded by the millions of barrettes he removed from his hair, analyzing the few cards left in his hand. “Got a lowercase ‘s,’ for squirrel?”
You shook your head, but to be honest, you didn’t give a single damn any longer about this game or his all-lowercase squirrel. You weren’t sure if those chocolates were really what they advertised or if they were just a placebo, but something was happening to you, that was for sure.
Maybe you had tricked yourself into thinking that they really do work, and as a result, they did–but no matter, because you had already caught yourself eyeing up Carlos like he was meat on a stick, multiple times.
At first, it was his arms that stuck out to you. The way his veins protruded, how his muscles flexed as he messed with his cards. You imagined how every single hair on his arm would feel as you ran your hand up it, and how your palm would follow the curves of his firm forearm, to his thick upper arm, to his broad shoulder.
Next, it was his brows, strangely enough. You liked the way they moved, the way they would crease along with his forehead, how they showed every single emotion or thought that he had–how he had no poker face.
And now, it was his stomach. The way you could see a sliver of it due to his shirt being raised slightly, his untamed happy trail exposed so innocently. How around, only a mere centimeter, the band of his briefs peeked out. And god, not to mention, how you could see a bit of one of his v lines.
Yup. You were done for.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by the growing smirk on Carlos’ face. “Having trouble focusing, Pipsqueak? There’s no shame in calling it quits.”
“I’m good,” you stated, despite the horrible urge to squirm into his lap and beg for him to leave his mark over every single spot on your body.
You wanted his tongue everywhere. In your mouth, fighting for dominance; on your breasts, teasing you along with his teeth; on the palm of your hand, trailing to the veins on your wrist; and on your–
“Shit, it’s really getting to ‘ya, isn’t it?”
Your eyes met Carlos’ once again, and you watched as he inched closer to you, his face now mere inches away from yours.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, his voice low and sultry, barely above a whisper. “I’m yours.”
Within seconds, your lips crashed into his. The fact that this meant that you would lose the game was the absolute last thing on your mind right now, while the first thing, was everything you wanted Carlos to do to you–what you wanted to do to him.
As his velvety lips accepted your desperate ones, you pictured the two of you in every and any way imaginable. Missionary, in the bed, with your head trapped between one of his king-sized arms and his domineering head in the crook of your neck, panting with each thrust. On his face, with fistfuls of his black hair between your fingers and your beating clit brushing against the breath from his nose, begging you to cum. Cowgirl, on the floor, with your palms resting on his dense collarbones and his throbbing cock deep within your core.
Just to name a few.
You felt his facial hair rub against your cheeks, before suddenly, Carlos had you pinned by the arms to the floor. He then rose to his knees, hovering over you, looking at you through his bottom lashes with a lustful expression. Taking in a sharp inhale, he tilted his head and smiled smugly.
“I win.”
You simply stared up at him, your breathing quick, unable to contend his statement. You assumed he would gloat a little more, but surprisingly, he ended up helping you up fairly quickly. Once he did, he led you to the nearby bed, pulling you onto his lap–it didn’t take long at all for you to start grinding on one of his thighs, your head buried in between his neck and shoulder. You were so desperate for him, that you felt a little like a pervert as you rubbed yourself off, the musky scent of his skin being the only thing that filled your nostrils.
“Calm down, Girl,” he said, softly placing his arm on your waist, holding you to him. His voice was light, and it sounded like he was genuinely starting to get concerned. “You are okay, right?”
Nodding your head into his shoulder, you let out a whimper as you found your sweet spot, dragging your hips slowly, back and forth atop his leg. In response, Carlos flexed the muscle within his thigh, pressing it up slightly, so that more pressure was provided. This time, you let out a gasp, and reached your hand up to the collar of Carlos’ shirt, gripping it as if you were holding on for dear life.
Fuck, you wanted him so bad.
“Carlos,” you breathed out, “I need you.”
Within an instant, Carlos had you on the bed, flipped on your back, with his knee pressed to your heat. He kept it there, letting you continue massaging yourself on him, as he pulled his shirt over his head with both arms. Mesmerized, you watched as his abs stiffened and relaxed with each move.
Next, he shuffled his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh, sighing as his hard cock was released from its confines. After he did that, he removed his knee from between your legs, earning a whine from you, before then pulling your shorts and underwear down for you. Once they were completely off, he returned the two of you to your original positions, where he sat on the edge of the bed, and you sat facing toward him on his lap. His hand moved down south, softly caressing the side of your thigh, before eventually pushing between your folds and inserting a finger slowly.
“Woah, you’re soaking,” he exclaimed, shocked by how wet you were already. Instead of gawking at this discovery, he simply inserted a second finger and continued trying to help relax the muscles in your core. It didn’t take much longer for the two of you to feel ready for the next step, to which Carlos slid his slick, thickset fingers out of your core.
You raised your hips as he stroked himself slowly, positioning the head of his cock so that it aligned to the entrance of your heat. And then, you got exactly what you wanted.
He helped you lower yourself down onto him, and with ease, his manhood sunk deep inside you. Surprisingly, he was more vocal than you. With a couple of groans, he threw his head back, one of his hands positioned behind him, while the other held onto you tight. “Fuck, Babygirl, you feel so good.”
You began to move, slowly raising and dropping your hips, taking him in, then out, in, then out, over and over again. As the pattern continued, you deviated by wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He reciprocated, and the two of you focused on your interlocked lips for a while, until eventually, he pulled back, moving one of his hands to caress your cheek. With hooded eyes, he moved his thumb over your lips, rubbing them gingerly.
“Show me your tongue,” he instructed, leaving his thumb to rest on your bottom lip as you opened your mouth, following what he commanded. “That’s a good girl.”
Carlos moved the tip of his thumb to rest on your tongue, letting you suck on it gently as you continued to ride atop him, his eyes greedily watching you use him how you liked.
You continued like that for a while longer, until soon enough, he moved his wet thumb from your mouth to your clit, and began to rub in constant, circular motions. A warm pit began to grow in your stomach, and within no time, you were tightening around his cock, on the verge of cumming.
“Cum for me pretty girl,” he said, his voice strained as he was beginning to lose himself as well. “I’m not going to last much longer, and–I want you to cum first,” he groaned, having to slow his pace and flex his lower half. He was holding back an orgasm.
Listening to his words, you moved your head to the crook of his neck, and shut your eyes as you focused on his thumb circling your clit. You came quickly, and as you did, Carlos filled your ears with plenty of praises and compliments–for being so good, and for being so patient.
Once you had finished, it was his turn. He let you collect yourself for a minute before leaning back, placing his hands on your hips, and thrusting wildly into you, as if he had lost all of the control he had previously.
“Fucking, god,” he groaned, the bed shaking wildly as he continuously ravaged you. You watched him as he got close, the way his throat strained, the way he panted and cussed, the way his entire face was scrunched. Not long after, you heard him let out a loud whine, his cock twitching and throbbing as his thick cum poured out into you in warm loads.
It took a minute for him to catch his breath and pull out, but when he did, you felt his cum start to slowly drip out of your core, coating all over his cock. He didn’t even seem to notice.
Still trying to catch your breath, you glanced at Carlos, wondering how he was faring. He seemed more exhausted than you despite the chocolate affecting you more, and that resulted in a laugh from you.
Confused, Carlos looked up at you. “What? What’s funny?”
You continued to giggle, laying your head on his chest, and cuddling into his sweat-stricken body.
cw: NSFW // ermmmm feelings i guess? having a loving relationship?? and whatever else you type in???
a/n: the j.ai version may try to use Spanish vernacular but without the tildes. So if the bot calls you "Mia" instead of "Mía," or anything of the like, I am SO sorry.
Typically, he was the one to be making a move on you.
But now? You're the one who's got him leaning back against the wooden dining chair, his patterned tie loose around his unbuttoned collar, and his wavy hair stuffed back behind his ear.
He hadn't even been able to finish the dinner you made for him, the heat still emanating off of the fatty meats, flavorful rice, and rich vegetables. He had only been able to sit down and stuff down a couple of mouthfuls before you started eyeing him up, laying your arousal on thick.
You had wanted him all day. From the moment he rolled out of bed shirtless this morning, to when he blew up your phone with "I miss you" texts on his lunch break, to when he walked in through the door with a bouquet of fresh roses for you that he picked up on his way home after work. The roses weren't even for any special occasion, he just wanted to do something nice for you--that was one of the best things about your fiancé, Luis. He never stopped trying to romance you, no matter how long you had been together.
Tonight, though, you were the one romancing him. You started with simple flirting at the dinner table, and when that flew completely over his head, you moved on to getting closer to him. Namely, closer as in straddling his lap with your arms exploring all around his upper body.
With an excited, but curious look, he questioned your suddenness with a joke. "Get bored with your own chair, eh Princesa?"
Leon finds you barricaded in one of the rooms at the RPD.
c.ai link and j.ai link (sfw j.ai option)
gender: gn! user
cw: NSFW & SFW AVAILABLE // gore, zombies, starvation, dehydration, guns, aaaaand whatever else you type in!
a/n: this was my first bot and made a year ago -- decided to make some tweaks and post about it so heeeere we are!
At the beginning of the zombie outbreak, you sought shelter at the Raccoon Police Department, which had a refuge center set up.
However, a couple days into the apocalypse, the refuge was overrun and everyone scattered while the officers trying to protect the civilians were torn apart, strip of flesh by strip of flesh. You ran and hid in the dark room, barricading the door with what you had available.
Reluctant to leave due to the sounds of hoarse groans, dragging feet, and sloppy chewing outside the door, you stayed put; especially since you didn’t have a weapon, either.
After what you assumed was a couple days passed by, hunger pains and thirst dryness started to consume you.
Suddenly, there was a kicking at the door. The barricade you so desperately scrapped together had been pummeled down, it’s destroyer standing on its remains with a pistol in hand, ready to shoot.
Shocked, his eyes met yours and he lowered his gun.
cw: FLUFF, (slight?) NSFW // switch! leon, dom! reader, kissing, reader calls leon "good boy"
a/n: just a good ol' short kiss fic...also, i had gangsta by kehlani on repeat while writing this, lol
“You won’t let me down, will you?”
The man in front of you listened carefully to your words, staring at you with soft eyes. Despite his intimidating build, his tired look, and his tough demeanor, you saw nothing but a puppy. A pet, if you will.
He was well over a towering six feet, with arms big enough to crush a watermelon, and looks that would make anyone think the Greek goddess Aphrodite spawned him herself. And here he was – kneeling at your feet, hunched in a stance that screamed “I’ll obey.”
“No. I won’t let you down,” he replied, staring intently. He meant what he was saying.
You only clicked your tongue against your teeth, smiling down at him as you tilted your head, caressing his cheek softly with your dominant hand before cupping his jaw gently. “Oh, Leon,” you said with a pout, “you forgot something.”
His eyes darted to the floor briefly and you felt his face begin to warm against your palm. A light blush dusted his cheeks before his eyes moved back up to your own, his eyebrows a little more furrowed than before, but not in a way that was rejecting. “Sorry, ma’am.”
You rewarded him with a pleased look, watching as his gaze remained trained on you, wanting more. His eyes – no, his lips, they were practically begging you – and who were you to say no?
You moved your hand up to his cheek, rubbing your thumb in a back-and-forth motion that was meant to soothe, to comfort. Then you started to move it closer to your body, to which he followed, his warm face never leaving the solace of your palm. Once he was close enough, you gingerly placed your opposite hand on his shoulder, running it up to his neck, to his cheek, to his ear, to where his bangs split. You pushed his hair back with a tenderness that led him to shut his eyes, to lean against your touch. He let out a relaxed sigh, and you knew he was at peace.
“Good boy,” you whispered, and his eyes opened with a slow, lidded grace. Suddenly, he lifted a knee, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
Your hands moved down his face, to his shoulders, before finally resting on his collarbones as he took your bottom lip in between his parted mouth, sucking it gently. His hands were now running up and down the sides of your torso, lightly pulling you closer to him. Teasingly, you let out a quiet moan, seeing if he would break – and to no surprise, he did.
Within what barely even felt like a second, his thick forearm was now wrapped around your back, lifting you from where you sat, your warm body flush against his own. He kissed you with a more feverish pace, to the point that the only sounds you could now hear were his saliva mixing with yours, as well as his ragged breathing for air without having to pull away from you.
Giggling as he desperately tried to consume as much of you as he could, you spoke in between the onslaught of his needy lips.
so...right after I finished ALL my midterms, I ended up catching covid from a family member...which did not prove to be good for me, I'll say that, for a long-story-short lol
i won't be finishing ktober (since it's like, a month out lol) but I will post whenever I can! -- right now, I've been more heavily focused on cod, so if anyone is interested my cod ff page is @bitbugbites-cod !
it only has one post right now, but all support is appreciated, and thank you for taking the time to read this! I'll try to get a new re post out soon! <3
First dates are exciting, and oftentimes, in more ways than one. Especially so, when they lead to sex in an empty movie theater -- one playing a horror movie, at that.
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word count: ~1.6k
gender: fem! reader
cw: NSFW // re4r leon!, movie theater sex, sensory deprivation, biting, fingering, both of you are a switch! fighting for dominance // ktober
a/n: im so nervous for my midterms this week, wish me luck y'all !!
p.s. -- no black bar this time because it picks up like. literally right away
First dates are exciting, and oftentimes, in more ways than one. Especially so, when they lead to sex in an empty movie theater.
The screen flashed rapid-fire white lights, a woman’s alarmed screams vibrating throughout the dark room that the two of you had rented out for your date. Spurts of blood drowned in your ears, and the smell of thickly buttered popcorn wafted around the two of you as you licked a stripe up your date’s pantleg, eyeing him up with desire.
“Here?” he asked, raising a brow. Although you could see very little, you’d bet all your money, that despite his shadowed, stoic-seeming expression, he was fighting the best he could to push back the red-hot heat growing in his cheeks.
“Here.” you repeated, placing your hands on his knees, using them to push yourself up, leaning in with your chest close to his body, yet not touching. “I want you, Agent Kennedy.”
You felt him suck in a breath, turning his head quickly. His chest rose with a great deal of air filling his lungs, and you could practically feel his heartbeat thunder in his chest like a vial of bottled lightning. When he refused to meet your gaze after a couple of more seconds, you removed your hands from his knees, standing yourself up straight. Immediately after, you straddled his lap, using your dominant hand to yank his head towards you by his chin. When his eyes met yours, they were filled with silent anticipation, daring you to make another move.
“You don’t want to?” you asked slyly sweet, a purr dancing from your lips. Another scream escaped the glowing screen behind you, but neither of you entertained even a glance.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N,” he spoke, and you could tell that one more move from you – one more move, and he would pounce.
But you were ready for his pounce, for his claws to dig into your skin. So you made your move – and thus the ‘game’ officially began.
Smiling at him, you placed your hands on his firm and wide shoulders, grinding your core down into his crotch in an upwards-hump motion. Within a second, you heard his breath hitch, his upper body lunging forward, one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other grabbed the area between your head and your neck. He practically drove himself into you, and you into him, kissing you with the fury of a man who’d never known desperation before now. But that was to be expected of your work partner, who had loved you for years and was only now able to exert his passions onto you.
You bit his lip in jest, smirking into the kiss. He flinched a little at first, your bite hard, but it didn’t take long for him to bite you back – although softer than you did unto him. Chuckling a little, you spoke in between the breaks of your hungry kisses. “That…was…a puppy…bite,”
He let out a low hum in response, acknowledging what you said before responding. “You wouldn’t be…able to handle…anything more.”
You laughed again, feeling the vibration in your throat as his softened lips eagerly devoured yours. “You’d make…a terrible vampire.”
“You’d make a great one,” he responded, your amusement reaching new levels.
“Oh yeah?” you said, breaking free from the kiss, him watching you with lidded eyes, trying to catch his breath. “Let’s see.”
You pushed his head aside, pulling the collar of his shirt in the opposite direction, biting down hard onto the crevice between his neck and shoulder. You felt his head shoot backward, inhaling deeply, groaning lowly, and his hand now clasping the leathery seat with distress trembling through his body. Despite all of this – yes, despite all of this – you also felt his cock under your body, twitching with arousal.
“Haha,” you breathed, removing your jaw from his skin before licking a stripe over the area you just ravaged. His body tremored again, a quiet moan barely exiting his mouth.
You felt the white glow of the screen behind you as you then pulled back, looking at his defeated, wincing, yet also excited form. “You don’t look like you can handle much more, huh big guy?”
Grimacing, his eyes met yours once again as he droned his head toward your direction. “No,” he huffed, “I can’t.”
Suddenly, you felt him roughly pulling the button out of your pants, unzipping them down so that your underwear peeped through slightly. It took you so off guard, that you were a little worried by the amount of force that he was using – any more, and it was likely he would’ve ripped the round placeholder from its seams.
“Step out of them.” He commanded, glaring at you with a mix of impatience and lust. You did as he commanded, leaving your underwear on. As you straddled him once again, he put two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them completely before removing them and inserting one into your core slowly. You inhaled tremendously, your hands resting against the mounds of his chest. It felt firm and warm against your palms.
His fingers rubbed against your insides, massaging softly at first, before quickly picking up pace and pistoning into you in a constant motion. He stared at you the entire time as his fingers worked, his eyes tired, yet his mouth smirked with what seemed like admiration. Once he introduced a second finger, and the use of his other hand circling your clit, it didn’t take long for a juddering fire to course your veins, your orgasm building rapidly.
He kept the same pace throughout, only lightly pressing more into your sensitive spots as you got closer. As you pulled at his shirt, he laughed, speaking loudly enough only so that you could hear him over the seemingly tense movie in the background. “You gonna cum, bloodsucker?”
That just about did it for you, and with a gasp, his name leaving your lips, you came onto his pumping fingers. “Leon!”
After finishing, you slumped over onto him, but it was soon evident that his name exiting your mouth as you climaxed flipped a switch inside him, as he didn’t let you catch your breath for long.
Leon quickly undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and slid his bottoms as well as his underwear down enough to where his cock was now freed. He grabbed your hips, positioning you over him before slowly pushing himself into your core.
A pleasurable grumble shook in your throat, while as for Leon, he let out a heavy groan. It didn’t take long for you to get used to him, as you already had came once and had no trouble with wetness.
When you were both comfortable, in the midst of your lust, you felt Leon’s speed pick up, his hips jutting into you as he rocked you back and forth on his thrusts, his hands gripping your waist. The two of you were mumbling messes, murmuring things neither the other could hear well, as the movie drowned it out.
Eventually, another actor on the screen let out a howl of terror, and you felt Leon jump, his cock penetrating deeper than what he had been allowing it to go this entire time. You let out a gasp at the sudden force, eyeing Leon as he muttered what you figured was a quick ‘sorry.’
Slightly annoyed, you cupped your hands to his ears, forcing him to look at you as you did so. “Focus only on me,” you commanded, speaking with hitched breaths. Leon only nodded his head in return, his eyes not leaving yours for even a single second.
The two of you continued to get lost in the other's touch, Leon’s thick manhood pounding into you relentlessly, and your hands tugging, scratching, caressing, and pulling at whatever part of him that you could. It wouldn’t be long now until one of you, or both of you, were to cum.
That’s when you felt Leon pull you down by your neck, suddenly sinking his teeth into your skin – and it was much harder of a bite than the one he graced your lips with.
You moaned out a string of cusses, digging your nails into Leon’s arms as you held onto him for dear life, riding your hips into his dick that was pumping up into you. You felt your pulse quicken, an unexplainable heat taking over despite the chilly theater air, and soon enough, you were cumming onto Leon’s shaft, hard.
Immediately after, Leon followed suit and was pummeling himself into you, practically whining as he began to lose control. His thrusts were uncoordinated and unguided as his body trembled, and not long after, you felt his warm seed spurt up into you in large quantities. It was a thick fluid, and you could feel it fill up the sparing space that his cock had left, before slowly running out of you once he pulled himself from your core.
The two of you were panting desperately, clinging for oxygen as you had both finished. As you breathed, your hands dragged down from his ears, to his neck, to now rest on his shoulders. Once they laid there, your body fell against him, your head in his neck. He followed after your tired slump, his head plopping against yours.
“Damn,” he blurted out, his chest rising and falling as he inhaled and exhaled. “Still think I’d make for a shitty bloodsucker?”
You couldn’t see his face, but you knew at this moment, he was smirking.
For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!
hiii everyone, i'm here to say tysm to everyone for reading & showing love to my posts !!! i wanted to let you guys know that i might not be as active these next few days, as I've got midterms this coming week so most of my time is going to be spent studying or working on other assignments & group work. I'll try my best to work on making new posts if i can, but if i can't, i promise I'll be back soon!!! again, tysm everyone!!! :)
Headcanons on how different RE men would praise you
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characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy
gender: gn! reader
cw: FLUFF // praise, love languages, nicknames/pet names // ktober
a/n: every time I give a rating at the end I feel like that one video of abby lee miller with the wall paper pyramid. also the love languages were so fun to do??? i might do another post expanding on it, maybe scenarios or smth :p
𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)
Do they praise you often?
Yes. He seems like he would praise you consistently whenever the opportunity arises -- both big and small scenarios. You got a promotion? Praise. You helped an old lady cross the street? Praise. You got out of bed this morning? Didn't squash a bug? Tied your shoes? You're a viable option for the Nobel Peace Prize in Carlos' eyes
Love language?
I'm gonna go ahead and Carlos' love language is probably either physical touch or quality time. Words of affirmation comes close as well
Likely, since this is how he perceives love, acts falling under these categories are what he's going to give you when he wants to praise you. I don't think he'd stray from them unless you told him you preferred a different love language -- in which case, he'd try his best to meet your expectations (although it might take him a while to become fully conscious of what you'd like from him)
So things like: petting your head, embracing you randomly, offering to take you on dates as a reward, complimenting you, etc.
Nicknames?
Literally anything and everything. Seriously --
Names relating to one of your traits (like an achieved status), for one. For example --Supercop (lol)
He's probably got nicknames for you if you're smaller/younger than him too: pipsqueak, tater-tot, chica/o, peanut, etc.
As for more general nicknames: baby, babygirl/boy, babe, sunshine, princess/prince, gorgeous, beautiful/handsome, etc.
(he'd probably use a lot of really corny nicknames when in a joking manner, too -- some shit like sugar plum or cuddle muffin, LOL)
What are their go-to praises?
"Good girl/boy"
"You're doing great"
"I'm proud of ya'"
Are they successful at praising you?
heuheuheuheuhe yup!
Overall, I'd give him a 10/10. I feel like he'd be really good at making you feel good about yourself and he'd never let your feats go unrecognized either
𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)
Do they praise you often?
mmmmmm. Occasionally. Like a very average amount?
Death Island's version of Chris would praise you every time you achieved something hard or did something really good (like you did good at a job interview or won an award) but other than that it's a little more occasional and random
Love language?
My guess would be acts of service, gift giving, and/or quality time
I don't think Chris would stray far from his ideas on what love is, either. If you wanted something different like physical touch or words of affirmation, you might have to tell him. He'd struggle with doing it in a smooth manner at first, but eventually, he'd get the hang of it.
His rewards to you will usually consist of: making you food; bringing you food; gifting you flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, jewelry, etc.; watching tv with you; taking you on dates; etc.
Nicknames?
Nothing corny. I feel like a lot of nicknames he would cringe at and would be too embarrassed to say them
Generally, things like: babe, honey, hon, pumpkin
Not as commonly, he may use a shortened version of your name as well. Although, I still think he'd prefer like babe or hon more
What are their go-to praises?
"Good job, (nickname)"
"You did good"
...and a lot of very like. Flat kinda ones? like "Nice" or "Cool" (LOL)
Are they successful at praising you?
For the most part.
Overall, this version of Chris gets a 7/10. Not terrible, but not amazing either. ("you did good, I'm waiting for you to be great." HFHFH)
𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r - re4r)
Do they praise you often?
...He's, um, he's gonna try!
I feel like at the beginning of your relationship, the re2r time period, he would very frequently try but it would be...well, not very smooth
By the re4r time period he's just given up on words of affirmation bro like. it is just NOT his thing (he'd replace it with diff love language acts tho)
Love language?
*rubs hands together deviously* let's see here...
I'm gonna go ahead and say this boy likes, and thus is prone to, spoiling you with acts of service and/or gift-giving. HOWEVER...I feel like he would actually differ from the other two men on this list, and he'd be very proactive in trying to figure out what you like specifically. Leon, to me, seems like the most empathetic on this list and while he's a little awkward in nature, he's always eager to do/be the best he can
You can expect a lot of: cleaning for you; making you breakfast and/or dinner; helping you with work/problems; bringing you food; giving you flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, etc.
Additionally, I think out of all the characters on this list, Leon would be the best at giving you gifts that you actually like too. For example, it's not just gonna be a flowers-every-time type of deal -- if he knows you like games, he's gonna get you games. If he knows you like snacks, he's gonna get you snacks. If he knows you like clothes, he's gonna get you clothes. So on and so on
(side note: I feel like he'd actually secretly enjoy picking out clothes for you? considering how he's got that whole pretty boy vibe going on. I mean LOOK at his jacket in re4r. the man has SOME fashion sense, at least)
Nicknames?
At the beginning of your relationship, re2r timeline-wise, he's gonna try everything. And it's GONNA be bad.
Once he finally realizes he can't force shit like "sweet stuff" or "muffin" he'll move onto ones that come out more naturally -- like shortening your name
The general ones after getting comfortable are: babe, hon, angel(?), princess/prince(?) (not too sure about the last two, they're strong maybes)
I also feel like if you called him pookie or something else funny-sounding as a joke, he'd call you it back, LOL
What are their go-to praises?
"Good job"
"Nice"
"Cool"
...and more very generic ones. Words of affirmation are NOT his strong suit whatsoever
Are they successful at praising you?
In terms of actual words of praise, no. In terms of rewarding you in general? HELL yeah.
Overall, he's getting an 8/10 for effort. I feel like this kind of stuff wouldn't come naturally for him since he's more introverted, but INTROVERSION be damned, this boy has got mind-blowingly serious dedication to being romantically swag as FUCK !!! (sorry)
For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!
Your husband, Leon, seems to love being a new father. He also seems to love the new territories that come along with it -- such as trying the milk you produce.
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word count: ~2.1k
gender: fem! reader
cw: NSFW, FLUFF // dilf! leon, married life, lactation kink, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, you and leon have a baby // ktober
a/n: "hey have u started studying for the midterms?" no but I did write a lactation kink fic. thanks for asking!
p.s. -- no black bar this time because it picks up like. literally right away
“C’mon,” he purred, his stubble rubbing up against your naked thigh as he stared up at you, grinning. “Just a little taste?”
You stared at your husband with a raised brow and a small smirk, amused by his suggestion. He wanted to try some of your breast milk, and you weren’t quite sure how you felt about that.
It hadn’t been long since you had given birth to your and his child, a healthy baby boy, who resembled Leon a lot more than he’d care to admit. The two of you were pretty happy with the birth of your son, elated that you were able to start a family together – and while all the early morning screams and consistent diaper changes were tough, neither of you regretted a thing. Especially Leon.
In fact, for some reason, he seemed to be newly invigorated in more ways than one. Not only was he eager to spend time with your child, but he was also becoming more proactive with household duties as well. Not that he hadn’t done it before – he’d take out the trash, clean up after himself, and cook when you asked him to, but now, he was more aggressive about it. You spent the entire day cleaning? Go ahead and kick your feet up on the couch, Leon’s got dinner handled; Your back hurts from sleeping wrong? Don’t worry about watching the baby, Leon took the day off; You have an unexplainable craving for pumpkin pie? Leon’s already on his way to the grocery store. You weren’t sure why this sudden change came about, but you weren’t complaining either. You’d heard a lot of stories from friends whose husbands became totally unhelpful after the birth of their kid, so you were glad that the same thing didn’t happen with Leon.
Although, no matter how grateful you were that he wasn’t a deadbeat, you still weren’t sure why he was suddenly so enthusiastic to help out. You figured that, psychologically speaking, there had to be a reason for it. You just weren’t sure what it was – although, you did figure that it probably had something to do with him wanting to have a family of his own, considering how he lost his at a young age. Either way, it didn’t matter – you were just glad he was being both a good husband and a good father.
“Why? It’s technically baby food. It’s not sweetened or processed – it might not taste good.” you softly chuckled, watching as he spread one of your legs before pushing his head against it. He then began kissing the inside of your thigh, making eye contact as he did so. You petted his head, running your fingers through his hair in response.
“I don’t care,” he mumbled, his voice laced with lust. Leon then placed the hand opposite of the one he used to spread your leg onto your calf, cupping it, before running it up and over to your knee. It then traveled over your thigh, caressing it back and forth as Leon’s kisses started to grow closer and closer to your core. Suddenly, you felt him flatten his tongue against the inner fat of your leg, licking a small stripe up it. “I’ll trade ‘ya.”
You giggled, your face growing hot. “Trade me what? You gonna lick up my whole leg, or something?”
“No,” he spoke, his voice deep. “I’m gonna lick something else.”
You shut your mouth after that, losing the words to speak. Well, you thought, it’s good to know that even after having a baby with him, the passion in the bedroom won’t be dying down any time soon.
He kissed, licked, and sucked all the way until his nose and mouth were centered at your clit. His hands now rested at your kneecaps, and he looked up at you before speaking. “It’s a deal?”
You blushed, biting the inside of your cheek, narrowing your brows at him, thinking before speaking. “...Yes. It’s a deal.”
He said nothing in reply, clearly very serious about what he was doing, as usually he would crack a corny one-liner. But he didn’t.
He moved his hands slowly from your knees to your hips, dipping his thumbs under the lining of your panties before withdrawing them from your body. He slid them all the way down your legs before placing one hand under your heel, lifting it, and helping you step out of the underwear as you continued to sit on the bed.
Once they were fully off, he tossed your panties across the room, watching them as they flung. Somehow, they landed on an adhesive wall clip that you had been planning to use for a hanging potted plant, and you eyed Leon as he raised a brow, seemingly impressed with himself for unintentionally getting the article to dangle from an object. You swore you heard him whisper out a small “nice” as he pecked his way back up your leg and to your crotch, although you weren’t 100% sure.
Finally, he began to do what you were waiting for. He kissed the area above your clit where your folds start, teasing you, knowing that it would be sensitive for you, but not quite as sensitive as if he placed his lips on your sweet spot. Leon then ran his warm hands up your slightly cold body, and before you knew it, he was pulling you by the hips, into his face.
You felt his tongue lick at you in a multitude of different directions, and at one point, you swore he was spelling something. You wanted to ask, your guess being that it was the word “mine,” but your mind was so focused on the wet, warm, tingling feeling down below, that you missed the opportunity while trying to stifle the moans growing in your throat.
Leon continued to lap at you, dipping the wet muscle in and out of your hole occasionally while also alternating between sucking at your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, and after a while, you started to get close to reaching your orgasm.
You huffed repeatedly, desperate for air as you hooked a leg around his wide back, pulling him closer into you. As you did, his nose drove right up into your sensitive spot, which resulted in him mumbling something into you, his breath brushing up inside your private area.
God, you thought, I don’t know if I can hold on for much longer.
He worked with his tongue for a little while longer before you began to cum, gripping him by the shoulder of his shirt. You were practically heaving him into you, although he didn’t seem to mind. You felt the heat at your clit take over, an electric shock of a climax rising over you as you rode his face, grinding your hips up against him as you panted.
Once you finally calmed down, catching your breath, you felt him pull back, the cold air washing over your core. It was a stark contrast as compared to when Leon’s head was hitched between your legs.
You watched as your husband began to stand, towering over you, wiping his mouth with his forearm. He then picked you up by your sides, where your ribs are, lightly bouncing you further back onto the bed before crawling over you. Leon placed his head between your neck and your shoulder, his hair tickling you slightly. “So. Ready to hold up your end of the bargain?”
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, smiling. You lightly pushed him back by his shoulder, so that he now sat with your knees in between his spread ones. Pulling your shirt over your head, you revealed your chest, looking down at it, noticing that your bra was lightly stained with a splotch of leaking breast milk. “Oh, perfect,” you said sarcastically. Leon only grinned, not seeming to mind the now-dirty undergarment.
It didn’t take long for him to begin unclasping your bra, which he had gotten pretty good at during your time together as a couple. He could now do it with one hand, which unsurprisingly enough, seemed to impress him more than you.
Once the top undergarment was off, he hovered himself over you, placing one hand on your waist to pull you into him as he hung his head low and took your nipple into his mouth. His other hand rested on your opposite breast, cupping it as he squeezed and played with it softly. You gasped at the sensation, and soon enough, you felt him begin to suck at your nipple, the warm liquid seeping out semi-steadily. As soon as he had enough of your milk in his mouth in order to have tasted it properly, a hum escaped his lips. He seemed to like it.
After a couple more minutes of this, he delicately laid you down flatly on the bed and began unbuttoning his pants, his manhood bulging through his black briefs as he revealed them. You then watched as he pulled back, some of your breast milk spilling out of the corner of his mouth as he tugged his shirt over his head. His toned chest was on full display now, and you swore to yourself that you fell in love with him all over again.
Leon leaned back down into you, kicking his pants and underwear off, his cock springing up and hitting against his belly button. You were glad you had a husband who was as big as he was because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to be in awe every time he pulled himself out of the clothes that restrained him.
You placed your hands on the mountains and curves of his firm shoulders, squeezing them lightly as his lips returned to one of your breasts. A couple of seconds later, Leon removed his mouth with a pop! and spread your legs, placing himself between them. He then took hold of his thick and slightly irritated-looking member, lining it up at your hole. You watched him with eyes full of desperation, your breath hitching as he finally pushed himself in. He groaned at the feeling of himself inside of you before leaning down over you, pressing his chest into yours. Breast milk continued to leak out of your nipples, innocently, and you were sure you felt some rub off onto Leon as his body consumed yours.
You then hiked your legs around his hips, feeling him grind into you the way he knows you like. Leon seemed satisfied with your action, smirking and chuckling through broken breaths as he looked into your eyes while pumping his cock in and out of your core. You grinned back, soft haa’s and hmm’s escaping your lips as you did so.
Eventually, Leon began to speed up his pace, rocking his hips into you with a desperation that only turned you on even more than you already were. The sounds of the bed creaking wildly filled the room, along with the sounds of his skin smacking against yours. You knew for sure, that the two of you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Leon’s head drooped down next to your neck, and he shakily whispered into your ear with that deep voice of his, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”
The desirous tone of his voice sent shockwaves through your body, you shivering a little at the velvety nature of his words and panting breaths. You then yelped out a moan as he suddenly thrust up into your G-spot, likely accidentally, and you could feel yourself begin to unravel then and there. You clutched onto him with all your might, smacking his shoulder to let him know you were cumming, shutting your eyes as you began to feel pleasure overtake all your sensitive regions; your clit, your core, your nipples.
Leon lost himself in you shortly after, his cock rutting up into you in an unstable, unpatterned manner. You felt his seed pour into you in warm spurts, still lightly lurching his waist into you as he rode out his high. You listened as his throaty groans and deep whines spilled from his mouth, trying to catch your breath as you did so. Soon enough, both of you had came and were desperately trying to get enough air in your lungs to breathe normally.
Leon pulled out of you, throwing himself down next to you, taking your hand in his. You turned to look at him, watching as his chest rose and fell with heavy inhales and exhales. A couple of seconds later, he felt your stare and turned his head to look at you, grinning.
“Did you feel me spell something earlier, when I was going down on ‘ya?” he asked, rubbing his thumb in circles on your hand. You simply nodded in response, too exhausted to speak.
“It was ‘mine.’ I spelled ‘mine.’”
For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!
You’ve got a staring problem. Or, to be more specific – you have a staring-through-windows problem. Luckily for you though, it seems that the one you’ve set your sights on has a similar issue as well.
a/n: this fic is intended to be a little darker than the rest of my works published so far, so please, please, please read the tags beforehand. I don't think that this is going to be the most extreme dark romance fic out there, as I can barely handle anything too severe myself, but I still implore those who may not be comfortable with certain topics to check just in case. If you do decide that this isn't for you, that's okay! I have some softer, more sweet-toned works that may be more up your alley -- and even if you're not interested in those either, that's alright too! I thank you anyway for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a good day/night :)
p.s. -- you might want to check the tags as I post each part as well. The tags I have set right now are only what I assume will be included, and I might need to add a couple more (although they likely will not be anything worse than what's already listed) later on. Again, thank you for taking the time to read!
𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱:
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part one // ~1.2k words // DARK, (slight) ANGST
part two // wip! // DARK, NSFW
For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!
You’ve got a staring problem. Or, to be more specific – you have a staring-through-windows problem. Luckily for you though, it seems that the one you’ve set your sights on has a similar issue as well.
a/n: while there is no NSFW in this part, as well as it being relatively tame, the next part WILL contain NSFW & be much darker, likely containing dubcon and breeding kink behaviors. If this isn't something you're comfortable with, that's okay! I thank you anyway for taking your time to read this short blurb, and I hope you have a good day/night! :)
You didn’t mean any harm by it. Really, you didn’t – you just liked how he looked through his bedroom window, and somehow, watching him became a habit.
It started so, so innocently. You went for a walk to clear your head on a rather breezy night, trying to get away from all the drunk people at the party you had been at – and that’s when you saw him. The Halloween music pumping in the background from inside the party, the silent black-blue sky, the cold wind, and the smell of bonfires in the air – all of this accompanied by the sight of one light on in the house across the street, the shadow of a toned man removing his shirt.
You swore it was love at first sight as your heels sank into the wet grass. You had felt unbearably lonely at that party – your friends were too busy socializing with one another, treating you as if you were the third wheel. You were sick of it. So, so, so sick. But this man – no, this angel in the window – you felt connected to him. It was fate, fate you thought, that as you walked out, he had revealed himself. It was a sign.
Maybe you were just grabbing onto anything to drown out the screaming in your head, the pain of feeling unconnected to everyone around you. Or maybe, just maybe, you were desperate enough to feel wanted that you latched onto the very next coincidence. The answer is unclear, but no matter what, it led you to where you are now, which is once again, a year later, across the street from the man’s house.
It’s a sinless habit, you’d swear by it. Once per morning, you just park a little ways off at the little corner store nearby the neighborhood. Then, you get out, and you walk down the avenues of the houses – and once you reach the area around his house, you make sure to go about very leisurely, taking slight peeps at his window. Or, at least, that’s how it was at first.
As time went on, you started going earlier in the morning and at night, too. You also started hiding, taking pictures, and hell, you even started to occasionally touch yourself whenever you got a short glimpse of him – which, admittedly, felt like an all-time low for you. But, the moment’s better than looking at him through a blurry image, right?
You learned a lot about the man from your time observing him, too. He wakes up – or at least, turns his bedroom light on at five in the morning. At five-thirty in the morning, he gets changed – right in front of the window. At five fifty-five in the morning, he shuts the open window. At six in the morning, he leaves for work in his banged-up Jeep, which makes an unstable purring noise every time he starts it. He’s gone for the rest of the day after that.
Around seven-thirty at night, he returns home when the sky is on the verge of being pitch-black, the cold moon and his warm porch light being the only saving grace for you to see him as he walks inside his house. At seven forty-five at night, he opens his window once again. He gets undressed in front of it a couple of minutes after, switching from his stiff work clothes to his relaxed pajamas. Some nights, he does not wear a shirt to bed. Those are your favorite nights.
From then on until the morning, he does not shut the window. It stays open all night.
Tonight, however, his routine differed. He arrived home an hour later than he usually does, putting his car into park in his driveway at exactly eight-thirty-three P.M. This may seem like nothing big, but in reality, it drove you crazy. You hated not knowing where he was – it put too many questions in your head. Not to mention, it got worse when 15 minutes later, you waited for his bedroom window light to turn on – and it didn’t. No light, no open window.
And then your heart dropped.
VOOMMP!
It was a sudden noise – one so loud, so quick, that it was likely that the entire neighborhood heard it. And, they probably knew what it was, too.
A gunshot.
Your heart raced as you considered all the possibilities that could have happened inside your unrequited love’s home for there to be a gun to go off. An intruder? A homicide? A suicide?
As you pondered, your heart thundering rapidly in your chest, the front door crept open, very, very slowly. You froze – why was his door open? Who opened it? Was he okay?
A cold sweat rushed over you, the wind blowing your hair and making you shiver. You knew you had to do something. And there was a way to do it – you’d just have to walk through his front door.
You rose to your feet, hesitating for a second before running across the street, your sneakers scraping against the pavement. You didn’t bother to look both ways before crossing, but luckily it didn’t end up being necessary. As soon as you reached the other side of the road, you dashed across the sidewalk, and then skipped your way up the stepped-inclines to his porch. When you arrived at his front door, you caught your breath, standing still for a moment. You chose not to knock as you finally entered, figuring there would be no point – and it was probably for the best that you keep silent in case there was a need for alarm.
Creeping close to the walls, you very carefully walked around his home, trying to make out the layout of the darkened rooms and halls. You noticed that the man lived relatively neatly, aside from having some slightly messy traits, such as allowing dust to build up, especially on wall corners and display shelves. This new revelation of what your crush might be like started to fill your head with ideas, but you quickly shook them off, trying to stay focused.
The house was oddly silent as you walked through it – and it scared you a little. If someone inside were alive, wouldn’t there be noise? Struggling? Something, anything?
Nonetheless, you continued on through the home. You decided to look upstairs, and as you placed your foot on the first step, there was a loud creaking sound. It scared the shit out of you due to its suddenness in the otherwise mute atmosphere and you jumped, your heart hammering in your chest. Once you finally calmed down, you continued your journey, and walked up the rest of the stairs, listening to both the chirp of the crickets outside and the squeal of the steps further up. For some reason, walking up the stairs was more nerve-wracking than first entering the house.
When you had made it all the way up, and were now standing in the hallway of the upstairs, you turned your head to the side – and there you saw him.
A man, who at this point, resembled a shadow more than a person as he hid at your side. His back was flat against the wall, and in the darkness, the only thing you could clearly see were the whites of his eyes. They were sharp and focused, like a predator ready to pounce on his prey.
He was waiting for you.
For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!
