Half Eaten Star Fragment

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Blog contains nsfw writing keep that in mind

Fandoms: TLOU, resident evil, silent hill, Danganronpa, Genshin, my hero academia, alien stage, and more!

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Will write for: danganronpa, mha,, TLOU, RE, and silent hill!

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Dni: pedos, zoos, homophobes ,racists, anti-therian, anti yumeshipper and objectums (nothing personal it just makes me uncomfortable sorry yall)

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Won’t someone help him

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Fem! Leon Kennedy brings me a lot of joy, she'd be the sweetest girl

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People who make gore their whole personality are so corny. It doesn't make you edgy.

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weird crossover duo

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Im back home everyone U^ェ^U

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Burning desire

leon kennedy x fem!reader. smut. words: 3,5k reader has from ovulation cramps, needy reader, leon saving the day, dry humping, fingering, missionary, protected sex, leon trying to be funny, badly written smut im sorry, lowkey self-indulgent, this probably has grammar errors or sentences that dont make sense lol

a/n shoutout to those who suffer from ovulation cramps i see you girlies!! this is my first time writing smut like this whoops i hope its good enough (≖⩊≖)

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Ovulation was supposed to be all sunshine and rainbows – but that wasn’t exactly the case for you. The egg leaving your ovaries decides to announce its departure with a sharp pain to the right side of your lower abdomen. Thankfully the pain was way less intense than your period cramps, but still bad enough to bother you.

With rain pattering harshly against the windows of your and Leon’s shared home, you curled up on the couch and tried to desperately wrap the soft blanket around yourself as tightly as possible. It smelt faintly of Leon. You buried your nose against the fluffy fabric and took an impossibly big inhale in an attempt to fill your lungs with the comforting scent. 

You could not wait any longer for Leon to get back from work. What could be taking him so long? It was a Friday evening, usually he was already home by this time. 

You were getting impossibly needy. The throbbing between your thighs along the sharp, precise pain in your abdomen refusing to go away. The soft sounds of your breaths were getting shorter and quicker. The cool brightness of your phone screen lit up your face in the dim livingroom, as you took your phone from the cushion next to you and texted Leon. 

Where are you??? You better have a damn good reason┃

Your intense typing was suddenly interrupted by a drop of water falling on the phone screen. Was the rain leaking through the ceiling? 

Nope! A couple tears of frustration were slowly rolling down your warm cheeks. Oh come on, so embarrassing! A grown woman crying out of pure neediness for a man… 

Before you could mentally beat yourself up further for being so overly emotional, you heard the lock on the front door click open. You launched yourself up from your previous spot at the speed of a rocketship, the tears long forgotten.

The sight you were met with in the hallway nearly made you fall onto your knees. Leon Kennedy standing tall, his back towards you. Hair a shade darker than normal, being damp from the intense rain. Shiny leather jacket hugging his buff arms perfectly. Damp jeans clinging onto the mass of his thighs. 

As soon as the heavy boots were off of Leon's feet and put neatly on the shoe rack to dry, he turned to face you. Giving him no time to settle, you jumped on him and started peppering his face with aggressive kisses, the rough stubble on his jaw tickling your lips. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap or kiss him, but chose to go with the latter. 

“Hmf … well hello to you too!” Leon muffled against your mouth as your lips moved from his jaw to his lips, not bothering to push you away from him. “Shhhh…” You pulled back briefly  to shush him by pressing your palm against his mouth. “Don’t.., just don’t”, you shook your head and dove back in eagerly. 

Leon felt your hands travelling up his arms and finally settling around his neck. You shifted your hands to the back of his head and tugged at his damp hair, earning a muffled grunt from him.

Finally you pulled back. Partially because you were still angry with him for coming home so late and wanted some answers, but partially because you felt like you’d just run a marathon. 

Your eyes met his icy blue irises, and you had to stay seriously strong to not completely melt under his intense, yet soft gaze.

 “So… what took you so long? Y’know, I’ve been waiting for you literally forrreeeever! I’m seriously mad at you, Leon”, you took a step back and crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively. Just maybe using them to push your boobs together. No comment. 

Leon raised his eyebrows at you, “You didn’t seem mad”. He then huffed in amusement, tried (and failed) to stop a smug grin from spreading on his face, “maybe I should make you mad more often if I get greeted with this much passion”

He quickly noticed that you weren’t as amused as he was. To be fair, he did owe you an explanation. It wasn’t right to keep you waiting all alone for an unknown reason. He took your hands into his and held them so impossibly gently, like you were made of porcelain. 

“You know, I left work around the same time I normally do, but as I was driving I noticed this little girl, like eight years old at most, on the sidewalk all alone. She looked upset and was standing in the pouring rain without an umbrella. So, I pulled over and asked if she was alright”, 

You lifted your eyes away from Leon’s hands holding yours and shot him a curious look, silently urging him to keep telling the story. “She told me that she missed her bus, and her phone was out of battery. I asked her if she knew where her parents worked so I could maybe drop her off there. I didn’t want to appear too intrusive by straight up asking her home address,” Leon chuckled dryly, “...thankfully, she knew that her mother works at the library. I gave her – Hailey, that’s her name – a ride there, and we went in together to find her mom. She seemed very thankful I brought Hailey to her safe”

You almost teared up at the heartwarming story, but there was a way stronger feeling inside you that you couldn’t push aside. It most definitely had something to do with the sharp pain still reminding you of its existence in your abdomen. You unconsciously pressed your thighs together tightly. The image in your head of Leon taking care of a lost kid had you feeling like you needed to give him his own child right here, right now. Wait, whoa. What’s gotten into you – hell, you’re not sure you even want kids!

Leon was starting to grow worried at your sudden quietness and detached his hands from yours to lift your chin up with his index finger, “...You okay?” He asked carefully, trying to read your mysterious expression. 

Finally you opened your mouth to speak your mind, your words escaping from your lips much more loudly than you intended, making Leon almost flinch in surprise, “Fuck, Leon! I’ve been sitting here all day waiting for you – feeling like my ovaries are about to burst, trying to stay at least somewhat sane, and you come in here looking all wet and sexy, telling me how you helped some random girl find her mommy, proving how incredibly caring you are! Can your stupidly handsome head even begin to grasp how attractive that is?” 

You grip him by the collar of his leather jacket and attempt to shake him back and forth dramatically. He lifted his arms above his head in surrender, “Sorry! … Or something? Are you mad at me or not?”, he looked down at you helplessly, confusion now very clear on his face. 

“I’m about to be, if I don’t see you in the bedroom with your shirt off in two minutes”, you release your grip on the rough fabric of his jacket. His eyes widened at your sharp order and he hurriedly took the upmost garment off. You watch him with a pleased smile as he jogged to the bathroom to wash his hands. You almost find yourself too pleased with the way he takes care of his hygiene, before realising that washing your hands is quite literally the bare minimum. You scoff at your ovulation-induced thoughts and make your way to the bedroom.

You removed your cozy loungewear outfit, tossing the clothes mindlessly onto the floor. You’ll fold them away later. Your dark lacy bra held your breasts gracefully, the fabric matching with your panties. You’ve been waiting for this all day long, of course you came prepared. 

After like a minute, Leon showed up to the bedroom, shirtless, like you asked. Just on time, took him under two minutes. Perfect. 

The sight in front of Leon made him dizzy. Was it just his imagination playing tricks on him, or did you really have a glowing aura around you, like an angel? You were seated on the edge of the firm mattress, fluttering your lashes at him, legs crossed on top of each other. Leaning back on your elbows with a subtle arch to your back to emphasize the curve of your boobs.

“Sit.”, You signaled him to get onto the bed with you and go lean against the bedframe. He obeyed with a quick nod of his head. You fluff the pillows behind his back to make him more comfortable. He flashed you a soft smile. Before Leon had the chance to ask what happens next, you moved on top of him to straddle his lap. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I woke up this morning”, you confessed and planted a hand on Leon’s chest to lean forward, then cup his cheek with the other. You felt him nuzzle his head against your warm touch. “I’ve been dreaming of you all day” You began pressing slow, affectionate kisses around Leon’s face and whispering praise between each peck

“Your face, your nose, your lips”, a kiss to his forehead. “your arms, your abs”, to his temple. “your back, your thighs and especially your cock”, you finished your attack of kisses by meeting his lips. He whimpered into the kiss, embarrassingly flustered at your praise. You didn’t mind that at all.

“Have you been aching all day, hmm? Want me to make it better?”, Leon didn’t let you answer before whining, “please let me make it better, please baby I’ll be so good to you”

Now it's your turn to get flustered. You loved to hear Leon begging for you – who wouldn’t? 

You only got yourself to nod at his pleas, words getting stuck in your throat. You changed your position, sitting directly on top of the tent that had formed on Leon’s jeans. You’d have him take them off soon, but you had to tease him first. You just couldn’t help yourself. It was almost better than the actual sex.

Speaking of teasing, you began sloooowly rocking your hips back and forth, the sensation emitting satisfied gasps from the both of you. The rough denim felt incredible against your aching clit through your thin panties.

Leon’s big hands found your hips and he pressed you down to gain more friction as you kept moving against him at a steady pace. Soon, his breaths became quicker and more shallow, the very tips of his ears turning pink. You dove in and kissed him deeply to hide the mischievous grin spreading on your face. You knew he was getting close already. 

Like clockwork, Leon let out a pathetic groan and pulled back from the kiss, looking at you all glassy-eyed, “waitwaitwait, angel, fuck – slow down” he swallowed thickly before shyly admitting, “you gotta stop, or I … won’t last long”

You wanted to mess with him, you really did, but chose to save it for another time. You were too impatient today and swallowed your pride. “Oh yeah?”, you nodded at him and steadied yourself by planting your hands against the mattress on either side of Leon’s head, lifting your hips. 

Your action uncovered a wet patch that had formed on the front of Leon’s jeans, mostly from your own arousal. Neither of you said anything about it, but it definitely didn’t go unnoticed. “Take your pants off, then”, you stated firmly, moving on from the mouth-watering sight under you.

Leon’s shaky hands fumbled with his belt for a few seconds, which felt like hours, before he got to the zipper and slid his dark jeans down to his calves – the fabric still being a bit damp here and there from the earlier rain making the task more challenging – then kicking them off to the floor somewhere near the pile that consisted of the rest of your discarded clothes. 

You got up on your knees, with your legs still caging Leon’s body between them. You had to pause for a brief moment to admire the man. You literally felt your mouth watering.

Leon swore he could see the gears in your head shifting right before you plopped down to lie next to him. He couldn’t resist your plump, glistening lips and pulled you in for another heated kiss. His dick was painfully hard at this point, causing helpless grunts and moans to arise from his throat.

“Mmh, please, Leeeon”, you whined into the kiss. He cocked a brow at you, “Please what? I need you to be more specific, honey” You hated having to directly tell him what you needed, it made you impossibly shy for some reason. “Need- I need your fingers, Leon …”, you trailed off and tried shying away from him by burying your face into the crook of nis neck. You heard him chuckle at your sudden shyness and felt a hand petting your hair comfortingly.

“Your wish is my command”, he exclaimed proudly, making you bite back a laugh. What a charmer. Without wasting any more time, Leon propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand sliding down your stomach, until it reached your panties and slipped right underneath.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back against the fluffy pillows, feeling him run two hands along your folds, his thumb rubbing steady circles on your clit. “No, open your eyes. You gotta look”, Leon whispered firmly as he planted an encouraging kiss on your temple. You reluctantly opened your eyes and glanced down, the sight of his hand moving under your flimsy panties caused you to shiver all over.

“You are so wet! I’m afraid my hand is about to drown. An emergency snorkel would’ve come in handy! All this for me?”, you rolled your eyes at Leon’s teasing but nodded your head anyway, too focused on feeling his fingers prodding at your entrance to actually register what he said. “Uh-huh, yeah, what- whatever” 

Just as you were about to grip his wrist and shove his fingers inside yourself, he slid the two digits in with ease. You almost got worried he might be able to read your mind. Or maybe the frustrated huffs falling from your lips gave him a hint of what you wanted.

He started rather slow, but quickly increased the pace. A lewd squelching filling the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the bedroom. “Is this okay?” Leon asked to ensure giving you exactly what you needed. “Mmhf, yea … just– could you go a bit harder, please?”

And he did exactly that. Keeping the pace at least somewhat the same as before, now plunging into you at an increased force. You were seeing stars.

You tangled your fingers with the hairs on the back of Leon's head, tugging and pulling, while gripping the cotton sheet with your other hand. You gave Leon’s head a push to get his lips on yours. You took his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a few experimental nibbles, making him moan softly into your mouth. Success!

Your walls began clamping around Leon’s fingers, so he began coaxing you over the finish line, “C’mon make a mess on my hand, will you?” your kisses got gradually weaker as the euphoric feeling of pure bliss finally washed over you. You had to pull away to catch your breath. That was surprisingly intense - not that you were complaining. You felt Leon retract his fingers out of you, frowning at the sudden emptiness.

He casually sucked your juices off of his two fingers. Hot. Then turned to look at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze laced with worry, “Did that make your cramps better at all? Does it still hurt?”

Oh. Right – the cramps. The sharp, mean pain had completely slipped from your mind as soon as you got Leon all to yourself. Now that you really paid attention to it, there was a faint ache left. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as before. Apparently sex doesn’t only help with period cramps, but ovulation cramps too. Is that really how it works, or is it just the effect Leon has on you? You're not sure.

You clear your throat before answering his question, “Yes, it actually helped. The ache is still there, but it’s just lingering. Doesn’t hurt like it did before.” Leon sighed in relief and sat up to run his fingers through his hair. “That doesn’t mean I'm done with you, though” you smirk and pull him on top of you.

“I like the sound of that”, he smiles and cages you between his arms. You glance down between your bodies, signaling him to remove his boxers. He also slides your panties down your legs in a swift motion while he’s at it. 

Then, to your surprise, he leans over to the side and grabs a condom from the top drawer of his bedside table. You reach up to hold his hair back, away from his eyes as he returns to hover over you. 

He raises his brows at your doubtful expression, “What? Did you wanna go raw?” He tilts his head as you shyly nod, avoiding eye contact.

He sighs. “Baby, we really should use protection, especially during this time of your cycle”, gently stroking your cheek with his calloused thumb. “I don’t want you spiraling over a pregnancy scare again. It’s not worth it, and you know that.”

“I don’t need a sex ed from you! I know how my cycle works” You buried your face into your hands and groaned like a teenager getting scolded. You knew he was right – it would be stupidly irresponsible to not use protection. And you’ve already had a couple pregnancy scares in the past. It was not fun. At all.

“I’m not trying to give you a sex ed, honey-” he was cut off when you tore the condom from his hold and ripped the packaging open with your teeth.

“I know, you’re just looking out for me and I appreciate that, but I can’t bring myself to really care right now – fuck, whatever, put this thing on and just get to it, Leon!”

He looked at you momentarily, pupils blown wide at your burst of passion, “Yes, ma’am”

Leon rolled the rubber onto his throbbing length. He glided the tip along your glistening folds, gathering wetness, before aligning himself to your entrance. “Open your legs a little wider, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

You quickly opened your legs as wide as you comfortably could, and then felt him slide himself inside you, inch by inch.

The stretch was heavenly. Leon wasn’t huge, but fairly big, for sure. At least the biggest you’ve seen. You wrapped your legs around Leon’s waist to keep him as close as possible as he started moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you slowly. “Leon … fa- faster, please”, you begged, and he delivered.

“You feel so big inside me”, you gasped softly and pulled him in for a kiss. “My perfect Leon… I love you”, After Leon retracted his tongue from down your throat, he slurred, seemingly out of breath, “I love you too. You feel ssooo good, like you were made specifically for me”

Leon’s hand made its way down between your bodies to play with your clit. After a minute you felt the familiar warm tension coiling fast in your belly, and without warning, it snapped. Your walls spasmed around Leon’s girth rhythmically as you whined in pleasure, making his thrusts uncoordinated and sloppy. Leon pressed a hand to your lower stomach to hold you still, and to feel himself moving inside you. With the way you were squeezing him, it only took a couple more thrusts for Leon to release long, thick strings of cum inside the condom.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead and cradled the back of his head as he rested it against your plump boobs. You realized that you were still wearing the lacy bra, but it didn’t matter. It was really pretty and made you feel confident.

After coming down from his high, Leon slowly and carefully pulled out of you, tossing the condom into a bin in the corner. Then turning back to you again, taking in your flustered face. “Are you okay? Want me to get you some water? Run a bath?” He asked and rubbed your thigh soothingly. 

You thought for a while and then smiled, “A bath would be nice” Leon smirked and scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom bridal style, “But only if you join me”

Leon glanced down at you and chuckled mischievously “Took the words right out of my mouth”

[daisylovesss]

Ok I think this is a long shot BUTTT Abby x reader who has had a migraine for days now and as a last resort begs Abby to fuck her until she falls asleep or is so out of it she feels no pain

You’ve been in pain for two days straight.

The migraine has settled behind your eyes, pulsing and harsh, and nothing has touched it. Not the meds, not the dark room, not the cold cloth Abby kept swapping out. You’re curled on your side in your shared bed when the last of your pride finally cracks.

“Abby,” you whisper, voice small. “Please. Just- Please fuck me until I pass out. I can’t do this anymore.”

She’s quiet for a second. Then the mattress dips as she moves closer. Her big hand settles on the back of your neck, warm and steady.

“Baby,” she says, voice low and soft. “You’re still in a lot of pain.”

“I know. That’s why. Please Abby. Make it stop. Make me feel something else.”

Abby doesn’t argue again. She just rolls you carefully onto your back, dims the already low lamp even further, and strips you out of your soft shirt and underwear with surprising gentleness. She settles between your thighs once she's stripped herself and secured the strap, slicking it up and pressing the head against you.

“Breathe,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

She sinks in slow. The stretch is grounding, heavy, something solid to focus on instead of the pounding in your skull. You let out a shaky breath as she bottoms out and stills, hips flush against yours, giving you time to adjust.

“That’s it,” Abby says quietly. She starts moving in long, deep, strokes, nothing frantic, just steady and rhythmic. Every thrust rocks you into the mattress. Her forearm braces beside your head so she doesn’t put her weight on you making you feel completely covered and safe.

“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes fluttering. “Don’t stop Abby- Please.”

“I'm not stopping baby, not until you need me to.” Her voice is rough but careful. She keeps the same pace. Deep, slow, almost hypnotic. One hand slides under your thigh and hooks it higher on her hip so she can go even deeper. The other stays gentle on your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone while she fucks you.

The migraine doesn’t vanish, but it starts to blur. The pain is still there, but it’s background now. What’s in front is the thick drag of Abby's cock inside you, the steady slap of her hips, the low sound of her breathing above you.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Abby murmurs. “Just take it. Let me fuck the hurt out of you.”

You moan weakly, hands curling into the sheets. Your body is already tired from days of pain, and the deep, constant stimulation is dragging you under faster than you expected. Every thrust makes your eyes heavier. You’re still wet, still clenching around her, but the desperation has shifted into something softer.

Abby notices but she doesn’t speed up. She just keeps the same deep, grinding rhythm, like she’s trying to rock you to sleep from the inside.

“That’s it,” she says against your temple. “Let go. I’ve got you. Just feel me and let yourself fall asleep baby.”

Your moans get quieter, broken into little soft whimpers and gasps. Your thighs start to tremble around her hips. The orgasm that builds is slow and heavy, a full body wave that takes over. When it hits you barely make a sound, just a long, shaky exhale as you pulse weakly around the strap.

Abby fucks you through it without changing pace, still deep, still steady, until your body goes completely soft under her. Your eyes are half-lidded, the migraine is still a dull pressure, but it’s distant now, drowned out by exhaustion and the thick, grounding presence of Abby inside of you.

She leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep,” she whispers. “I’ve got you.”

She keeps moving. Slow, deep, almost gentle now, until your breathing finally evens out and you slip under, still full of her, the last thing you feel the steady rhythm of Abby fucking you to sleep.

[caitvi1room]

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 ꒰ your hands are like magic ꒱

╰┈➤ content, dom/sub ᝢ tribbing ᝢ mention of leon being a father figure to her ᝢ strap on ref cock ᝢ pathetic grace ᝢ nipple play ᝢ fucking her anger away ᝢ praise ᝢ mommy kink ᝢ

- master list

╰┈➤ about grace is having ptsd, it being a year since all that trauma, and she was laying in bed, refusing to get up, but obiously-- she had other ideas on how to let her anger out

dating grace after that whole incident, yes that one where her stupid manager or boss whatever the fuck had sent her back to the wren wood hotel where her mother had gotten murdered, well had led up to her getting kidnapped, by victor Gideon, but throughout all that she had met a man.

Leon s Kennedy, she helped him and her helped her throughout the whole hell-night, and, grace also met a blind little girl, her name was emily— when she met her Emily was in a cage? well a room that was locked, one next to it, empty.

emily had told grace her friend used to be there, which grace kept in mind, yet ignored.

but enough with all the backstory, after they got out, elpis managed to save leon and emily— because leon didn't hit any of Emily weak spots, and after that leon and grace stayed in contact.

leon was like her, father you could say, and grace ended up adopting Emily, and she even wasn't blind anymore, it was like a mirical teaching her to read, she loved it honestly, but even with leon, and emily she still felt.. alone?

she felt like it wasn't enough even though she loved them both, dearly with her whole heart. she needed a prtner, someone to hold her, keep her safe from all the monsters, the thoughts in her head, hold her through her pstd attacks where she would just freeze.

she needed a girlfriend.

and thats when leon set her up with you, leon only knew you because you were friends with sherry, and jake.

but on the first date you guys bonded instant, mainly over the nerdy interest like, minecraft, mha, anime etcetc, and over truama, even though your trauma was vaguely different you both had ptsd.

(and her working for the fbi was hot as hell)

but a few dates later, she importantly introduced you to emily, which seemed to take a liking to you and you liked her, since kids had always been your soft spot in your heart, you were a natural.

but,a few dates later had ended up with late night phone calls, family trips and photo frames on your wall— and leons wall.

but tonight had been hard on grace, it was a year of the worst day of her life, when she got kidnapped and when all that fucking shit had happened to her, she had been laying in bed all day, while leon had taken emily for a sleepover.

she was in the same clothes as yesterday, she barely got up to eat. drink or use the bathroom, and she also reeked of b/o

"cmon grace, lets get up" you grumble, laying yourself down ontop of her and burying your face into her neck, closing your eyes as her scent fills your nose, "you need to shower too"

she mumbles, "shut up" and slowly sits up, pushing you off of her as she gets off the bed, taking her glasses then taking her shirt off, putting deodorant on, "is this better perfectionist?" 

"mmm… no." grabbing another shirt, a black tanktop you throw it at her face but she just scoffs, throwing you down onto the bed. "im fucking pissed and i need to fuck this pussy now." she grumbles.

"o-oh. grace—" your face flushes, your ears burning as you look up at her, what the fuck has gotten into her? is she just out of her mind, maybe— "have u drank? are you drunk?"

"no baby, im fully sober and need to fuck my baby please." she whimpers, fuck she was turning pathetic as always whenever u questioned her, maybe she was just.. using this as another way of coping, so you just brush your hand upon her cheek, a sign of consent.

"baby you're so gorgeous i could just get off to your pretty little expressions." she whimpers, grinding herself onto your thigh, her hips were trembling every move, stuttering even.

she slides your shirt up with her hands. it bunching up on your stomach as she leans her too heavy head down and kisses your stomach, everywhere, every mole, every freckle, even your bellybutton, she leaves a wet kiss above your belly button— whimpering as drool drips out her mouth, onto your stomach.

you stifle your moan by putting your lips together, your back arching by itself as your eyes fall down to her face,. she looked pathetic, her glasses half falling off her face, her hair sticking to her forehead already, but you move your hand from under you, to push her hair back, "let me put it back baby."

she looks up at you, biting her bottom lip, looking up at you like a puppy as you put her hair up with a hair tie, so it wouldn't get in the way.

her hands grab onto your shirt, slowly lifting it off your body as she holds eye contact, watching you as your eyes close when it goes over, the way you bat your eyelashes when you open them back up, you looked like the brightest star on a foggy night.

grace unclasps your bra, her hips still stuttering on your thigh, letting out a pathetic whimper now and again, she bites her lip as your bra slides off, her mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking like a girl starving.

her tongue slowly slides over your nipple in a circle, making you let out a throaty moan, coming straight from the soul, she lifts her head, and string of saliva coming with her. "need to eat your pussy.. please."

she bites her bottom lip, looking up at you like a starving puppy as she runs her hands down your thighs, shimming down the bed so her body was basically hanging off the edge, her head in between your thigh as she grabs your right leg, her hand sliding down to your thigh, her other hand moving to the waistband of your pants, slowly sliding your pants off your legs and down onto the floor.

"your an absolute goddess" she whimpers out, resting your thigh on her cheek as she takes a whiff of your scent, you were so perfectly wet, a little damp spot staining on the middle of your panties, the smell of arousal in the air.

she looks up at you, sliding your panties off of your body, grabbing them as she pulls them all the way off, bringing them up to her nose and smelling them, fuck they smelled just like your perfect pussy. the most perfect smell ever, "f-fuck this smells s-so fucking good baby,"

she grabs the own hem of her pants, pulling them off, of course she wasn't wearing underwear, she hated underwear.

she looks down at you, spitting on your pussy before getting on the bed, aligning your clit with hers, one leg over yours, positioning her back in an arch as she slowly grinds on your clit, letting out a whimper as your clits align with each other, fuck.

"ngh- oh god oh my fuc.. ugh!" she moans, the sound of your slick, wet vaginas together was creating a wet, messy sound filling the room, along with your moans and whimpers.

grace puts her head down, bitting her lip, "my baby.. my pretty baby i wanna get you pregnant" she whimpers, her clit hitting yours as you arch your back, your mouth hanging open as loud moans leaves your mouth.

"mommy.. oh baby" she whimpers as she runs her hands up your saliva filled belly, her hand finding your nipple— pinching it, rolling it in her hand, her hips stopped on yours for a secon— "fuck baby why?" you whimper out.

grace fixes her position, grinding harder on your pussy, her pathetic whimpers getting louder, she was hitting your chest with her hand every time she rocked back, "god— mommy im gonna cum" she grinds harder on your hard clit.

the tightness in your stomach was growing tighter, and hotter— along with hers.

she lets out a whimper as you both reach your orgasm, the wetness of your squirt mixing with the stickiness of her cum, her hips stutter as she rides over her orgasm— but she wasn't done yet.

"i-i i need to fuck you with my cock please baby i need to—" she whimpers out, getting up with shaky legs and grabs her harness, putting it on her hips along with the pink dildo, she walks back over to your cum filled pussy and shoves herself in, it just slipped right in.

"oh fuck you take my cock s-so well look at you." she groans, fixing her hips as she slowly starts thrusting into you, your pussy making squelching noises in return.

but slowly., the knot was growing in your stomach again, but you had to hold back— had to let grace fuck her cock into you.

"baby—" she covers your mouth, clamping her hand onto it as her thrust got harder, sloppier.

she rest her free hand on your stomach, pushing down so you could feel her cock in you, even fucking better.

as she does that, you felt the tightness burst, having yet another orgasm, the sound of her cock slipping out, mixing in with your moans, but all she could do was stare at you— wide eyed, mouth open, heavy breathing; "gorgeous."

@godhatesgoodgirls @mxchi-mxxn @all-things-lilac @notsovintage

[lalalalalalallallalaand]

a little longer for me?

“you’re irreplaceable…”

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tags: grace ashcroft x reader, top!Reader, bottom!Grace, grace is a pathetic subby, wlw, porn without plot, puppy play, baby talk, leashes and collars, mommy kink, breeding kink, strap ons, oral (g!Recieving all), overall strange kinks, FINGERSINMOUTHSYEAAAA

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i watched a long, thin arm outstretch towards me, hand practically pawing at my thigh with a whine. her face formed a pathetic pout, her eyes droopy and low. “mmm…”

i looked up from the book i was reading, still running the curve of my finger down the page before closing it. i toss the book somewhere across the bed, before sitting up to face grace. “what? what’s your problem?” i spoke mockingly, crossing my arms across my chest.

grace whined again, nudging me with the palm of her hand. “y/n…” i chuckle lowly at her tone, a smirk pulling at my lips as i placed my hand over graces. “now now…is that how you ask, puppy?” grace frowned, then recalibrated. she arched her back into more of a…downward dog position and made proper eye contact with me. what a sight to see. a thin torso hugged by the tight fabric of her tank top, toned shoulders with visible collarbones, and hips for miles. her voice was a mere whisper, a glimmer of confidence amongst the sheepishness. “p-please?”

“please what?” i teased, grabbing the edge of graces chin and tipping it up with gentle fingers. graces whined, squeezing her thighs together and attempting to form words. “t-touch me…?” my brows raised. she gave up easy. “there’s a good girl.” grace gave a soft smile at the praise, her eyes slightly hooded.

let’s not keep the lady waiting. at this hour, the moon had casted a soft glow through the window, making graces face all the more beautiful when she thumped back onto the bed, and i climbed onto her hips, straddling her with one knee on either side of her waist. just like that, a switch had been turned on. for the both of us.

grace had been repeatedly squeezing her thighs together, legs crossed at the ankles. no, no… that won’t do. i learned you don’t need to force them apart yourself. grace will listen to my command. “did i give you permission to touch yourself?” my eyes shot daggers into hers. “n-no maam…” she sheepishly pulled her legs apart, pulling her knees closer to her to hide the tremble in her thighs.

i give a satisfied hum, extending a hand towards this poor puppies face. she had sweat dripping in small beads from her temples, her cheeks hot and red. at this sight, i lean forward, opening my mouth and licking stripes across her skin to clean the sweat. grace gasps at the sticky, uncomfortable sensation, but she says nothing. i clean the sweat from her forehead, moving the glasses on top of her head to get the sweat on her eyes. when i finished, i admired the now dry grace…dry on her face, at least.

my hand meets her cheek again, tracing smooth skin under rough fingers. she locks her eyes directly onto mine, even though i wasn’t watching her whatsoever. my thumb made a path across her cheek, meeting the underside of her chin and tracing previous love bites on her neck, tender to the touch. my thumb resurfaced, finding graces lips.

i used my thumb to pull down on her bottom lip, but it seems she wasn’t taking the hint. “open for me, baby.” her jaw immediately drops. i laugh momentarily at her willingness, then slot my thumb between her lips. she takes it in eagerly, wrapping her lips around the digit and sliding her tongue on it. she sucked on it softly, her eyes flitting closed in complete trust. her hands lifted to my shoulders, squeezing the skin underneath like an anchor.

my thumb slid from her mouth, causing a whine to fall from her lips. i replaced that thumb with my middle and ring finger, which she took just as eagerly as the thumb. if anything, this was easier to work with. her tongue swirled around the two digits, working saliva on to and into them. i slid my fingers from her lips again, this time permanently. she whines quietly, but doesn’t dare complain about it further than that.

“ready to get these clothes off of you, pup? i know it’s sopping wet, and i bet it’s so uncomfortable…” i gave a mocking empathetic stare, a false sense of relief building in grace. she nodded frantically, unbuttoning her blouse with shaky, warm hands. her fingers sweat and her muscles twitched with every little further movement. i just sat back and watched as fabric fell from her skin. the little red button up that slid off her shoulders. work pants that were way too small on her, shifted out of and tossed aside. she found herself on her knees on the bed, unclamping her baby blue bra and tossing it onto a nearby chair. her underwear she hesitated with for a moment, before hooking her fingers underneath and lowering them. there was a faint wet patch on the bottom, which grace caught herself and grumbled in embarrassment before tossing the pair aside.

i bit my bottom lip. once she finished undressing, i did the same, my clothes in a rumpled pile beside me. graces mouth went dry as she stared. i climbed back onto the bed, instructing grace to lie back. leaning over her, my hand finds the bedside drawer. inside is a whole plethora of sex toys. whips, ropes, vibrators, and even some weird fuck machine we were yet to use. i found what i was looking for. a long, thick strap-on dildo, that grace could swear was pulsing, but that might just be the arousal talking.

i took my time putting on the toy, adjusting the harness and buckling everything up. once i was done, grace reached to turn the lamp off, instructing which i quickly leaned over to smack her hand away. “ah…no way. i want to see you.”

she whined, but albeit fell back into the pillows and let her legs drift open. she bit her bottom lip, hiding her face from my view. i let it pass, instead focusing on lining up the strap with her hole. the silicone slides past her exposed clit, grazing the oversensitive nub in a way that caused grace to bite down into her lip harder. once the toy was aligned, grace got no warning. it was slammed inside of her, forcing her body to accommodate to the size. i give a small smirk, pulling my hips back achingly slow just to get a reaction, then meeting her skin again in rapid succession.

my hands move to her hips, keeping her thighs well and spread as i fuck her. her legs wrap around my back, toes curling into me in attempt to both push me away and pull me closer. i use this new position to my advantage, ramming her quicker. each thrust is the same. a sharp slide inside of her, then a slow roll of the hips on exit, making her feel every bit of the strap inside of her pussy.

wet, squelching noises filled the room shortly. with each thrust, you can hear the squirm of her sopping cunt, arousal and sweat mingling then dripping down the toy. my pace picked up, hips snapping in and out repeatedly, shaking the headboard with each one. the neighbors probably hated us at this point.

i held that pace, ramming grace into the headboard, entire body moving with each rough thrust of the strap-on. thump. thump. thump. and within about five minutes of this, grace was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. my rhythm changed. the thrusts got shallower, throwing her off. she was about to whine before i cut her off.“beg. beg for me to fill you right up.” graces eyes widened, her voice a babbling mess. “p-please, mommy…fill me up…make me full…please..”

a harsh thrust. grace sobs. i speak louder. “you want me to get you pregnant, hm? make you a mother? you’d like that. getting off to the idea of me giving you a new responsibility.” my hand finds her stomach, tracing over the smooth tight skin that would stretch and ruin with pregnancy. (even if i can’t really get her pregnant.) i palm over her uterus, using my hand to apply pressure to the sensitive area.

she cries out, thrashing her head from side to side as she struggles. she just wanted to cum, not this weird humiliation ritual that i tortured her with. i slowly rocked against her, brushing the best spots inside of her that made grace throb. “cmon. you know you want to. beg for me to make you a mother.”

grace cries out but obliges, considering she really did want her to impregnate her. “fffuck…p-please make me cccum…fill me up just right…” she squeals at the deep thrust i give, head slamming back into the headboard. “mmmake me a mother…make me cccarry it to term, please…i dd-dddonntt give a fffuckk..” i give an impressed look. i start to fuck her faster, my own hips twitching just from watching her orgasm build.

grace is extremely close now, not quite cumming without my say. she lets out a string of desperate “please”’s and “let me cum”’s. i honestly pity her. this poor woman landed herself in a relationship where her whole world was flipped around. grace had always been quiet and kept to herself. i came along and exploited that to hell. fingering under the table, fucking on counters, and millions of sex toys she had to adjust to? she’s doing great for someone as straightforward as her.

i decide to give grace a bit of reprieve, and let her finish. “cum for me, baby…do it.” that’s all the approval grace needs. her body spasms, a loud moan ripping from her lips, and hips thrusting desperately in the air as she rides out her high. i help her through it, only slipping out of her once i see she’s lying boneless on our bed. “there’s a good girl…” im already unclipping the harness and chucking it somewhere across the room.

“what? you think we’re done? get off your back.” grace sat up immediately at my tone, still panting softly as she tries to catch her breath. her body is shivering, trembling as she sits up against the headboard with her legs still spread.

i move towards her in a crawling-like manner, finding my chin lowered onto her stomach. “aw, look atchu…” i coo, hand sliding to her waist and squeezing the smooth skin there. she twists in overstimulation at the pinches, but can’t move much under my hold. i make an ‘aww’ sound condescendingly. “little sensitive, huh, babygirl?” she nods frantically, still squirming just from my hot breath on her stomach. a grin slips from my lips, and i climb down her body, till my face is aligned with her pussy.

my hands come to either thigh, pushing them apart enough that her legs can rest on my shoulders. my face dives in, mouth meeting her clit and latching on. my tongue swirls around the sensitive bud and she mewls, squirming from my hold. “ggaaahh!!—“ she cries, hands desperately clawing at my hair.

i suddenly pause, and pull back. she gives an exasperated whine but silences herself soon after. i pause, then reach into the bedside drawer to pull out a thin leash. “even good little pups must be kept close by…” i mumble, attaching the collar to her neck, tight enough to choke, and take hold of the leash. my face returns to its previous spot, the smirk on my face growing, “not so tough now, hm?”

she sobs softly, giving me a little pouty face. i resume going down on her, tongue now lapping at her clit. she leans back, and i tug on the leash, forcing her to look at the mess she’s made of herself. “mmm..mommy, please..” she whines, struggling against the collar, only to choke herself as she tugs.

i give small kitten licks to her clit, flicking my tongue out and grazing the oversensitive nerves. “now, now…be a good pup…” i coo, tugging the leash once more for good measure. she whines, shaking her head and arching her back when the locks continue. “iiit…it hurts…” she whines. god. so dramatic. i roll my eyes in annoyance, letting my lips latch back onto her clit. “you can take it.”

“ffffu—i’m gonna come..i’m gonna cum so fast…” she cries once more, tugging on the leash to catch my attention. my tongue doubles its efforts, now working to push her over the edge by overstimulation. she gives a roll of the hips and moans, squirting right on my face. the liquid coating my lips, hitting my nose and even getting in my eyes. i lick my lips, then wipe my face, chuckling.

her body slumps against the bed frame, collar still around her. i give a kiss to her nose, unbuckling the collar and tossing both items aside. i fall onto the bed next to her, reaching out and pulling grace tight. “you did so good.” i mumble, hand reaching to her hair to stroke the strands at her scalp. she gives a soft noise, quickly dozing off into my arms.

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i’m sosoosso sorry this is a little sloppy…i was rushing to get it done🥹 idk this was very difficult to write hopefully i’ll get better in the future. thank you all!!!!!

@erenternity @ookamiale @protexioncharm @amenzaaa @aphxy @skypack @hopeflhharls @cupidolette @valencrofts

[matzsupremacy]

For someone who has never done a substance in their life I really wanna get high

[thatweirddeadgirl]

Texts w/abby anderson pt.3

one – two – three (ur here!)

i’m not feeling good enough to really upload any of my writing but ive been really obsessed with smaus lately so i thought i could at least upload this. tbh i think i might do these more until i feel motivated to write cause they’re more easier to do. remember, if you wanna send a request or anything else my asks are always open.

cw!!; cussing, suggestive in some parts, possible ooc, reader is described as fem but no specific features or pronouns are used, abby uses sweetheart, babe & baby as nicknames for reader. b99 reference lol

also sorry if this is shorter than the others, i have a headache and needed a break halfway through making these but i still wanted to upload this so yea.

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hope u enjoyed

im def gonna do more for abby and the other fandoms im into but imma eat and then take a nap cause this fuckass headache won’t fucking leave.

anyways love yall, my asks are always open byeee

[wildblurr]

texts with gf!abby

[reallybadhabit]

CLOSETED!ABBY ANDERSON X READER

𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 (18+) 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝

Abby had never been close to anybody except Owen and even then she wasn't really into it so when she confessed she'd never been with a girl you decided to help her explore...

You and Abby are best friends, you were the one person she trusted most but recently she's been quiet, too quiet. Her silence now can only remind you of when she'd been procrastinating breaking up with Owen so obviously you were concerned.

It was "movie night" aka the only night you two were both free from patrol duties. You were sat on the couch of your shared dorm waiting for her to finish showering after her workout and by the time you'd picked a movie and laid out a bunch of snacks she was walking out of the bathroom in just a pair of boxers. straight past you to grab the shirt off of her bed. She knew you were into girls, knew you were watching, knew that her muscles were beyond impressive, which only made you wonder if she let you see her like this to boost her own confidence or if maybe just maybe you had a chance.

She slipped on her favorite sleeveless shirt and plopped down beside you. She looked over and tried to hide that stupid smug smile she'd given you countless times as she put her back to you "Can you braid my hair again?" she asked despite being perfectly capable of doing it herself, you obliged despite being perfectly aware.

Once you finished braiding her hair she laid down, legs sprawled across the whole couch, leaving room for you to lay your head between her legs, like "best friends" usually do.

After a while she kept sighing and playing around with your hair, so restless to the point you sat up and asked if she was okay when she replied with a simple "hm? no-yeah i'm fine" you gave her the most dissatisfied face you could muster "i'm not taking that as an answer, you've been all weird and quiet all week, cmon. spill the beans"

She stayed quiet for two minutes that felt like ten "When you... How did you know that you liked girls? Was it obvious or did you have to figure it out or?- Not saying that I am I just... been thinking about it a lot. i'm curious is all."

Your couldn't help the shit-eating grin that slipped across your face, you had a hunch and she had only helped to confirm that suspicion. "I thought I might've like some guys at first but then I just kinda realized I was looking for women not just at them. Like I'd been with guys but I never liked it the way they did, they were so into it and I was just bored wishing they were girls instead but I think it's kinda different for everyone. Do you think you might?-"

She froze like she couldn't think before nodding then shrugging like she was too shy to admit it but she needed someone to know, someone to help her carry this. "I dunno, I mean Owen was just kinda- it wasn't what I thought- the sex- I didn't even..."

You smiled at her "nothing wrong with liking a girl, do you wanna test it out? I know a couple girls you could go on a date or two with?"

She shook her head immediately "I don't trust them-"

"Well who would you trust?"

"Can I try a little with you? Ive never even kissed a girl so I don't know if I'd be good at it or if i'm into it but I think I wanna try- if you want?-"

She sat up looking at you like she was about to stress herself out. "If not I get it I just-"

You pulled her into a kiss and suddenly her hands snapped to your hips like they'd already be taught what to do, she whined in a way you'd only heard from her while getting patched up. She pulled you to straddle her lap and she couldn't keep her hips still.

"You okay abs?" You pulled back just enough to look down at her and let out a teasing huff as you looked down at her hands gripping your hips like they were holding on for dear life.

"I think I'm better than okay- Can we do that again? more-"

You leaned back down into another kiss only breaking it to pull your baggy shirt off (technically hers, stolen by you) and she looks up at you with eyes the size of the moon before playing with the waistband of your shorts, trying to peek under them without seeming weird.

"Can I take your shirt off?"

She nodded immediately and sat up for you to take it off easier.

You kissed down her chest and she immediately got to wrapping her thighs around your leg and grinding like she couldn't help herself, she was pathetic, whining, grabbing at your hips.

You kept kissing at the sensitive spot you found on her neck, letting her use your legs to help herself, finally getting her to start coming out of her shell.

She was soaking though her boxers even leaving her mark on your legs and this was the most open you'd ever seen her, mouth open letting out those pretty breathy moans, calling your name like she was about to cry till she her grip on you started getting tighter. Her hips moved faster to grind herself on your thigh and she moved one hand to dig her nails into your back and you sucked one of her nipples, just as you realized how close she really was you felt the wet spot on your leg grow, she let out a final loud moan before stilling her body. She was panting and flushed and oh so shy but it was too late for the now.

You watch her face as you slipped her boxers off and she easily complied even when you opened her legs. You dipped your head down to kiss at the poor swollen bud between her legs and she whined, grabbing the hair at the nape of your neck for some sort of emotional support as you got her familiar with your tongue.

"Pleasepleaseplease don't stop-" was all she could afford to mutter with how hard she'd been breathing.

You watched her as you said your tongue in and out, using your thumb to rub her clit and the tears in her eyes only fueled you more. She needed more, she was already so close again, whining out for you wasn't enough. She used the grip in your hair to keep you head steady as she stated to grind herself into your face, completely lost in the moment.

She went faster, more frantic, chasing until finally she let go. She twitched and whimpered as you licked her clean and kissed your way up her thighs.

"Poor baby" you muttered as she relaxed back into the couch.

"Shut up- You better not tell a soul."

"So you like girls or just me?"

She smiled before throwing a pillow at you.

[halfeatenstarfragment]

FUCKKKK I MISS EVERYONE STOP IT

[daisylovesss]

I love you SO much thank you for doing my request 🥹 I have another one!!! I know there’s a few like this, but I need it in your writing style! Ellie with a chubby reader who’s ovulating but is also in her feels about her body image?? Just needy and self conscious wanting her wife all over her but feeling too bad to ask because “she’s too big” and feels undeserving 🥹🥹🥹

Naww I love YOU nonny! You’re so welcome xx TW: negative body image / self talk

You’re ovulating and it has you restless in the worst way. Needy, warm, skin too sensitive, and every time Ellie walks past in one of her old tank tops you’re left practically drooling. You want her hands on you. You want her mouth. You want her to press you into the mattress and remind you that you’re hers.

But every time you go to open your mouth, the negative thoughts in your head get louder.

You’re too soft. Too big. Your stomach sits differently when you lie down. You have cellulite and stretch marks. You’re convinced that if you asked right now she’d only say yes out of obligation, and the thought makes your chest ache.

So you stay quiet on the couch, knees pulled up, oversized hoodie drowning you, pretending to scroll your phone while Ellie finishes whatever she’s doing in the kitchen.

She notices, of course. She always does.

Ellie appears in front of you, drying her hands on a tea towel, and just looks for a second. Then she drops into a crouch so she’s eye level.

“You’ve been weird all evening,” she says softly. “Talk to me.”

You shake your head. “It’s stupid.”

“Try me.”

Your voice comes out small. “I’m.. really horny. And I keep thinking about you touching me. But I also feel huge and gross right now and like you’d only do it because you feel bad for me. So I didn’t want to ask.”

Ellie’s expression softens into something almost pained. She reaches up and cups your face with both hands.

“Baby. No.”

She stands, tugs you gently to your feet, and walks you backward toward the bedroom without another word. Once the door is shut she peels the hoodie off you slowly, like she’s unwrapping a present. When you’re left in just your bra and underwear she doesn’t look away or hesitate. She just lets her eyes move over you, soft stomach, full thighs, the places you’re most self-conscious, and her voice comes out low and certain.

“You’re not huge. You’re not gross. You’re mine and you’re fucking beautiful, especially when you’re all needy like this.”

She guides you down onto the bed and follows, settling between your legs. Her hands stroke up your sides, over the curve of your stomach, like she’s mapping territory she loves. When you subconsciously suck in she makes a quiet disapproving sound and presses a kiss just below your navel.

“Don’t. I like you exactly like this.”

She takes her time after that, mouth warm on your breasts, hands gripping your hips, fingers sliding between your legs to find you already soaked. Every time you tense or turn your face away she brings you back with soft praise and firmer touches.

“That’s it… Let me have you… Look how wet you get for me... My pretty girl.”

She eases two fingers inside and curls them while her thumb works your clit, steady and focused, never rushing. When you finally come it’s with a loud sob, thighs trembling around her hand, and Ellie stays right there, murmuring against your skin.

“I’ve got you sweetheart,” she coos in your ear.

She doesn’t stop until your moans have turned to soft whimpers and the ugly thoughts have gone quiet. Then she pulls you into her chest, one hand still stroking slow circles over your side like she’s daring you to feel bad about it again.

“Next time you’re feeling like this,” she says into your hair, “you tell me. I’ll remind you how much I want you. Every single time.”

[cloned-sheep97]

Neighbour: hello

me: say that again...

hello: neighbour

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