#codercorrupts

[mutsukisses]

UNFORGETTABLE

yan! tamsy caines x ftm reader

warnings: yandere, possessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, tamsy being tamsy, boner mention idk

PT2: here

tamsy didn’t want to focus on anything other than rudo.

his mission was simple, correct rudo the perfect mold of tamsy’s making.

but something… changed along the way.

you had joined the cleaners recently enough, recruited after semiu saw you awaken your jinki.

tamsy didn’t take notice of you immediately. you blended into the coffee shop noise of the cleaners, working alongside semiu and riyo for most missions.

but when he did, it knocked the wind out of him.

he was being nasty, of course. nitpicking something you could have done better on your mission.

“i’ll tell you where you can shove that advice,” you sneer, lip lifting up as you scowl at him.

tamsy could feel his heart swooning in his chest. no one ever talked to him like that- where did you get the gall?

from that moment, he was always in the shadows. walking behind you just enough that you couldn’t notice him, focusing on your conversations just a little too long, a playful pat on the back lingering enough to make you antsy.

he found it all to be endearing, honestly.

it was when you were assigned a mission with him that he couldn’t turn away.

standing confidently against the large frame of the trash beast, jinki transforming as you charge it.

he watches you focus on its core, climbing up its arm until you reach its maw. you slam your jinki into its core, leaping backwards as it crumbles back into inanimacy.

he couldn’t stop his breathing from growing ragged, infatuated at your strength. he didn’t even have to intervene or save you (not that he would’ve minded) in anyway.

you couldn’t peel tamsy away from you after that day.

clinging onto you like a lost puppy, always trailing behind with a hand on your shoulder. it made your jaw tick in frustration.

“can you cut it out already-!” you yell, eyes widening as tamsy leans in front of you, backing you into the wall.

“mmm… no.” he grins, watching you squirm under his gaze.

you hiss, pushing tamsy away with finality. “just fuck off and die, creep.”

he can barely suppress the erection that pops at your words.

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Can I request Heian era Sukuna x Husband Male reader hc about how Sukuna treats him both sfw and nsfw pls? (reader is bottom)

TWO SIDES

full art

╰┈➤ heian era! sukuna x husband reader ੈ

A/N: i don’t do requests where reader bottoms or is submissive, just fyi.

➼ SFW

‣❥ sukuna doesn’t really care how his husband lives. he has two requirements for his significant other: they need to be as strong as him, and they need to have a sense of self. which narrows the dating pool by just about the entire human population.

‣❥ he wants someone who can fight, eat, and kill like him. he wants someone who shares his taste for human meat, who knows when and how to indulge, who has a sense of morality that leans to dubious.

‣❥ it’s no surprise sukuna doesn’t really have preferences in regards to his partner’s… anything. man, woman, whatever. as long as they’re strong he’s happy.

‣❥ you were all of those things and more; physically strong, an established sense of self, a little crazy in the way you could match sukuna. your first date knocked a fishing village off the map from the intense fighting.

‣❥ sukuna has two hard lines you’re not allowed to cross. you don’t harm people sexually, as taking advantage of the weak isn’t honorable in his eyes. and you don’t disrespect his appearance. you never planned to do any of those things, so you didn’t have to bother.

➼ NSFW

‣❥ he is rough with you. if you can handle him in combat, you can handle him during sex.

‣❥ at times it feels more like a battle than sex; marking, biting and scratching until blood is drawn, roughhousing until one of you figures out where you want to be.

‣❥ sukuna doesn’t have a preference being top or bottom. he likes to see you squirm, and he can do that over or under you. he prefers being dominant however.

‣❥ loves overstimulation. sukuna fucks you until you feel raw and then some more.

‣❥ his favorite is having you stuffed to the brim; both cocks in your ass and his fingers in your mouth until you drool and cry from the feeling of being full.

‣❥ needs to see your face during sex. he lives for your fucked out expression, whether you’re sucking one of his cocks and pumping the other, or him taking you in missionary.

‣❥ the only time he’ll be submissive is after a long day fighting sorcerers and he just lets you use him. laying back on his throne, his cock thrusting into you with your thighs barely able to wrap around his torso.

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t4t frotting w/ pierrot // 400 followers special ᰔᩚ

you hips stutter and buck as your dick ruts against pierrot’s. you’d suggested something different besides your usual making out and giving head, and pierrot was happy to oblige.

“m-my lord,” pierrot croons, a moan slipping out as his dick drools against yours. “i-is this to your satisfaction?”

“quite,” you reply, gritting your teeth. you hadn’t expected the pleasure to be this much, this all encompassing. every grind against pierrot’s large cock has you keening, and pierrot is no better; tongue nearly falling out as his face is one of pure pleasure. “i think im close, pierrot.”

“of course, my lord,” pierrot purrs, moving a hand to your dick and stroking it slightly. you whine, loud and unkempt at the sudden pleasure.

throwing your body over pierrot’s, you land on top of him. you thrust your hips into his until his arms go weak with pleasure, falling away from your dick. he moans, loudly, cock twitching as his thighs clench around your waist.

“master, please, i’m so close,” he whines, throwing his head back, you grip his hair, thrusting harder and brutally as you chase your release. it follows quickly, legs going weak as you come inside pierrot’s core.

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back on my ouppy leon bullshit!!!!!

yan! puppy hybrid! leon, who insists on marking you before you leave. he sniffs your arms and neck, licking them to make sure any other hybrids know you’re taken. you scratch his ears, slightly uncomfortable, but you know it’s a hybrid thing.

yan! puppy hybrid! leon, who wines and begs whenever you go see friends. “why are you leaving? you have a perfectly good boy right here at home!” leon protests, rubbing his face against your chest. you laugh, rubbing his face with your palms. “it won’t be long. 3 hours at most.”

yan! puppy hybrid! leon, who goes insane every time you’re gone. he’d much rather you work from home so he can have you in his sight, but you insist on going to the office. he had begun to mess up your clothing out of desperation to keep you near.

yan! puppy hybrid! leon, who maybe just a little bit gets off from you scolding him. his ears will flop against his head in a pout, pulling out his best puppy eyes to try and sway you. the bulge in his pants says otherwise, and arguments often end with him humping your leg, anger simmered down from his whining.

yan! puppy hybrid! leon, who’d bite (and has bitten) someone who got too close to you. at first, it’s a growl from low in his throat, a warning more than a threat. but if they linger, or their hands get too close, they might lose a finger.

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yan! qifrey who gets off to you calling him ‘master.’ he’ll purposely make his lessons more difficult so you have to ask him questions, holding his hands folded neatly over his crotch so you can’t see his raging erection.

yan! qifrey who always praises you once you finally reach the answer. “and you say your aren’t smart?” “i knew you would get there eventually,” “such a smart boy.” he knows it riles you up, he can see the conflict in your eyes as you fight the arousal, and it only spurs qifrey on more.

yan! qifrey who parades you around in the great hall, showing everyone what a good pupil you are. quick learner, always eager to ask questions, attentive and respectful.

yan! qifrey who eventually takes you right there in the great hall, slipping his fingers under your trousers and rubbing your length, hushing you quiet with a searing kiss. when he pulls away, he whispers a breathless, “just let me take care of you, my love.”

yan! qifrey making you call him master when he gives you head. “fuck, master, please-” you whine, pulling qifrey’s hair and rutting against his face. “it’s so good, i think im going to-” you don’t even get the chance to finish, coming inside qifrey’s mouth with a drawn-out moan.

taglist! @qifreysbush @keeiiiozz @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved @cha0tic-auth0r

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TAG TEAM

inspo ⚠️ pt1 ⚠️

╰┈➤ yan! qifrey x ftm! reader x yan! olruggio

warnings: ⚠️ non-con, ⚠️ overstimulation, degradation, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, mind break, spitroasting, blow jobs, throatpie

taglist! @minimalistinterior @keeiiiozz @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved @cha0tic-auth0r

a brush of your thigh has you jolting awake, the sensation a jolt against your fevered, overheating skin. it’s followed immediately by a furious pain-pleasure, snapping you out of your fucked-out reverie.

the cold stone floor does nothing to soothe the heat that gathers at your core, only growing worse the more consciousness drip feeds you back to reality.

everything hurts. and not in the fun “just-beat-the-shit-outta-someone” way, in the “oh-my-god-i-can-feel-too-much” way. you’re so over sensitive it hurts, small cuts and scrapes on your body from when you thrashed around try to loosen the vibe assaulting your dick. tear tracks mark your face humiliatingly, and your tongue feels thick and leaden in your mouth.

now stone-cold sober from the painful wake-up call, a face leans in front of yours, black hair obscuring his face in a veil of shadow. a goatee and a smile made of suffocating pity meets your vision, making you crane your head to see.

“well, qifrey, you’ve just about killed the poor thing,” the man notes, and you shiver noticeably at the name. it doesn’t go unnoticed, as white hair encroaches the edges of your vision, long, thin fingers grabbing you from the waist like you weigh nothing.

drool slips from your lips in a humiliating confession, eyes hazy from pleasure as your lowered onto plush thighs. it’s the gruffer man, your brain notes; qifrey wouldn’t be this gentle. “wha-?”

“quiet, you, the adults are taking,” qifrey’s voice is a gunshot in the otherwise silent cell. you flinch away from his gaze, a mewl slipping through your puffy lips as the vibrator slips from between your thighs.

you watch as olruggio holds it pinched between his fingers, discarding it with a hasty toss. “all that fight gone with a little overstimulation..” qifrey sighs, shaking his head. the condescending lilt his tone takes make you shiver. “and here i thought the brimhats had capable members, not pathetic whores.”

“f-fuck y-you,” you hiss, tongue thick like cotton in your mouth. the words are slurred and broken, and qifrey only hums, sitting himself next to olruggio, who still holds onto your waist firmly with his strong hands.

palm meets skin as qifrey hits you again, red hot pain on your ass making you yelp. his voice is low and dangerous, and his glare makes you whimper in fear.

“who said you could talk?”

you try to shake your head but the attempt leaves you dizzy. your body feels unbalanced, and your head lolls to the side, neck craning. qifrey hums in satisfaction, a sick smile on his face. he holds two fingers up to your face, and olruggio’s fingers wrap around your chin in a bruising grip.

“i’ll be merciful and start with two,” qifrey spits the word ‘merciful’ like it’s an acid on his tongue, “and if you don’t cooperate, we’ll get to 4. understand?”

another harsh slap meets your ass, and you nod quickly, tears streaming down your face humiliatingly.

“good,” qifrey replies, rolling his sleeves away from his forearms and positioning his hand under your core. olruggio shuffles you in his hold, and it’s only then you notice his hard length pressing against the curve of your ass.

“where is the brimhats hide out?” qifrey’s fingers plunge into you unforgivingly, and a cry of pleasure jumps from your already torn throat. each brush of his fingers against your cock making your already overstimulated body scream in pleasure, unable to stop the precome that drips out into qifrey’s fingers.

qifrey bares his teeth in a growl, but you bite your lip, staring angrily at him with reddened, watery eyes. he hisses, sighing, then pats olruggio on the shoulder.

“your turn, olly.”

the world goes sideways on its axis as olruggio’s hands turn your onto your back, knees meeting the floor hard and elbows harder. you wobble, unable to suppress a startled yelp from the pain. your ears perk up as olruggio’s zipper comes undone, the telltale sound of the drop of his trousers to the floor making sweat roll down your body in fear.

“n-no, please, don’t-” qifrey’s hand meets tender skin, pain startling and awful at the fresh sting on your ass.

“be. quiet.”

the anticipation is more awful than the actual act, fear that drowns you until all you can hear is the beat of your own heart. static clouds your mind and separates the wracked cry that leaves your torn throat when olruggio forces himself into you.

it hurts, every drag of his cock against your hyper-sensitive dick makes you gasp in pain and toes curl from pleasure. he’s thick, drooling-inducing thick. unfortunately, the drool coincides with tears that never stop, mouth dry and aching from dehydration.

“please,” you plead, words slurred and muffled. qifrey hums, an amused expression as he takes in your fucked-out state. “please what?”

“i- i, i need it,” you pant, desperately rutting your hips into olruggio’s dick. something had snapped, deep in the caverns of your brain, pleasure overriding fear and pain until all you could feel was the feverish heat corroding your mind.

qifrey’s pants drop suddenly, and you gasp, his dick achingly close to your face you can practically taste it.

“need what?” qifrey snaps, grabbing your hair and pulling you close to his navel. you whine, low in your throat, thrusting your head as close as you can to his weeping cock. “you, i need your dick, please-!”

your begging seems to release something in qifrey, something primal and dangerous and hungry. he inches closer, close enough that his cock slaps across your face. “take it, like the good brimwhore you are.”

the insult barely reaches your brain, too focused on qifrey’s dick in front of you, offered like a rotted olive branch. swallowing thickly, your mouth wraps around it, loosing a moan as olruggio bucks his dick into you until it hilts. qifrey groans as the vibrations send bolts of liquid pleasure straight to his dick.

“fuck me,” he curses, holding you by the hair and positioning your head until his length meets the back of your throat. drooling drips down the side of your face, messy tears landing on qifrey’s feet.

you’re trapped on either end by olruggio and qifrey’s dicks inside of you pistoning in and out. it’s agonizing, too slow and too fast and too much. your brain feels like it’s leaking out of your skull, all you can feel is their dicks inside of you.

“well, qifrey, i’unno about you but i’m,” olruggio grunts, biting his lip as a low moan pauses his sentence, “quite close.” he pats your waist, wrapping a large hand around you like he’s surveying a new cut of meat. “what’s to say we wrap this up?”

qifrey stares down at you, anger simmering beneath the pleasure on his face. “yes, i suppose we have left the girls on their own for too long,” qifrey grunts, hips bucking into your face. “don’t want another brimwhore making their way to them, now do we?”

the other man chuckles, thrusting into you hastily, dick dragging against your cock brutally. “aye, though i quite like this one.” his body presses against your back, beard brushing your cheek as he whispers, “i’m sure the lad doesn’t mind if we keep him here.”

qifrey’s voice is tentative, verbally considering his options. you whine as he hilts himself on your face, nose meeting fluffy white pubes. “no one will miss him, i’m sure. not like we can let you run around sharing secrets, now, can we?”

olruggio hums in agreement. “it’s settled, then.” as he thrusts into you, pace become sloppy and unrefined, he grunts into your ear a final warning; “you ever even think about hurting that girl again, i can’t promise qifrey’ll be as merciful.”

with that, olruggio keens, holding you tight to his feverish skin as he pours himself into you. you whine, body going taught as you are finally allowed to come. white clouds your vision, molten pleasure overloading your brain and turning your thoughts to soup.

“please.. need you..” your eyes meet qifrey’s, tongue lolling around his dick as you try, pitifully, to work him to release. he tuts, unamused at your attempt. “maybe when you can think properly again, we’ll talk.” qifrey sneers, hips rutting against your face, drool and spit falling down your chin as he hilts himself on your face. “take it, you filthy whore.”

come erupts down your throat, a white rivet that chokes your airways. it floods out of your nose, an awful stinging sensation that makes you hack and gag. qifrey pulls out, and olruggio follows; with no one to support you, your body collapses to the floor limply.

they both stare at your pitiable state with blank expressions, until qifrey throws a bottle at you, liquid sloshing as it falls next to your head.

“i’ll be back with food.” qifrey states, turning heel as he pulls on his clothes. “can’t have our new toy starving.”

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HEART IN THE CODE

yan! self aware! leon x male reader

warnings: minor horror elements, grinding, non-consensual kissing, groping, leon needs to be neutered

A/N: yayy more exposition and world building… we’ll get to the good stuff soon i prommy

a lurch of a shadowed silhouette.

a hand reaching to your face.

a weird sense of déjà vu…

the wind leaves your chest violently as you’re knocked to the floor, a heavy, muscular body pinning you down. coughing as you try to regain your breath, hair brushes over your face, causing your eyes to look up and glare at the face of the man (presumably, as you could feel his hard-on against your thigh) currently crushing your ribcage.

your hand reaches up to try to pull the man’s hair, a valiant but futile effort that ends with your hands pinned to the floor above you. hot, heavy breath brushed against your cheek, causing your stomach to roll.

as you take in the face of your assailant, lead drops in your stomach as your veins turns ice-cold in fear. the hair, the stubble, the tactical vest, the cold blue eyes; all of it sends a painful pang of recognition through your head.

everything about this man is exactly like leon kennedy. but he’s not real. maybe this was one of those hallucinations mentioned by the report. but could a hallucination mimic the feeling of being crushed under 250 pounds of pure muscle?

it couldn’t be him. but as his frantic gaze meets your eyes, your nightmare feels more and more real and less like a premonition, eeking deeper and deeper into warning from the gods territory.

leon s. kennedy stares down at you, breathing heavily as he grinds his hard-on against your leg. his pupils dilated to the point it looks painful as he stares at your terrified expression, lips parted in pleasure as he rocks his hips against you.

his gaze jumps from your eyes to your lips, tongue sliding across his own as his breath fans your cheek hungrily. leaning down, he slides his tongue across your lips, begging for entrance.

you have the strong urge to bite it clean off and watch the blood flow from his mouth, but terror paralyzes your body as leon slips his tongue into your mouth, dipping behind your teeth and colliding with your tongue.

it takes all the strength you can muster to not gag at the feeling, the new, uncomfortable sensation of tongue-against-tongue that makes your throat close up. each swipe of the organ feels like a choking grip against your esophagus.

as his tongue leaves your mouth, a healthy trail of spit follows it, to which he laps up like a dog. the image is obscene, wet smacking sounds of his lips tasting every inch of you on his tongue as his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“so good..” he moans, and you can feel his dick pulsing through his jeans. he leans his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep hit of your scent that makes his breath stutter. “need you..”

it feels like your brain is lagging behind your body, unable to process the foreign sensations of leon against your body. each breath comes out as more of a wheeze, and you nearly cry tears of relief when he shifts himself off of your torso.

gasping as precious oxygen returns to your lungs, leon’s eyes meet yours, his intense gaze practically pinning you on its own. you swallow, waiting for him to speak first.

he chews on his tongue for a moment, each passing second making your stomach churn. eventually, he seems to settle on an answer, as he opens his mouth to speak.

“you saved me.” his answer is simple, a confession of his truth. his eyes look at you with the reverence of a man who has finally had his epiphany. “you’re god,” his voice is breathless, winded like he’s finally reached the crest of a hill.

swallowing the lead that gathers in your throat, mouth suddenly dry and devoid of answers. your tongue feels thick in your mouth as your eyes dart and attempt to focus on anything that isn’t him.

“i’m..” you start, watching as leon’s eyes zero in on you. “i’m your god?” the words don’t sound real coming from your mouth, the title ‘god’ sticking to your teeth like candy.

leon nods quickly, that look of divine revelation seeping back into his expression. “you’re the one who allowed me to live autonomously,” he explains, hand running up your arms as he relaxed his grip on you, seemingly satisfied with your assumed calmness. “i owe you my life.”

“i’m sorry, i really don’t understand,” you respond, that horrible sinking feeling of panic returning. with a shaking voice, you muster the question that had lived on the tip of your tongue this whole interaction. “how are you real?”

he looks away, jaw grinding noticeably. “it doesn’t matter,” he states, the words landing like a gavel in a courtroom- finite with no room for questions. “now i’m here, with you.”

raising yourself up with trembling arms, you lean against the wall to try and ground yourself. ‘this can’t be happening,’ your brain supplies, ‘it has to be the new B.O.W the report mentioned. im just having a really, really realistic nightmare..’

with that hopeful thought, you pinch the skin of your arm roughly, hard enough to make you gasp in surprise. “oh, god,” the sinking sensation of how real this is makes nausea bubble in your stomach, “why me..?”

your plea is unheard, however, as leon’s large arms wrap around your torso, the heat of his body practically searing against your shivering back. he rocks you comfortingly, like a mother would do for her ailing child.

“it’s all gonna be okay.” he whispers, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “i’m right here for you.”

he says it like a promise, but it lands as a threat in your jittery mind. as adrenaline seeps out from your system, your limbs and eyes grow heavy, barely able to keep them open. the rocking doesn’t help either, the motion unfortunately soothing to your racing brain.

as your eyes flutter shut, you hear leon’s words echo in your head, swimming through the thick haze of sleep.

“i’ll be here for you, no matter what tries to take you away from me.”

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STUCK IN MY TEETH

yan! vamp! leon x ftm reader

warnings: short n spicy-ish, established relationship, reader doesn’t know he’s a vampire, safe and sane but not consensual, whipped leon, blood-drinking, possessive leon, he drinks from readers throat which bothers me but eh it’s sexier

the days were long, but the nights were always longer.

something about your boyfriend being gone all day made you itchy, nervous about being the other man. but the way he fucked you made you forget all your worries. he really did care- cleaned you up after the fact, listened to all your boundaries, stopped immediately if you even hinted at being uncomfortable.

but there was something that had been bugging you for quite a bit, itching at the back of your mind like a wound you couldn’t scratch.

the way leon always stumbled when he reached your throat, eyes dilating with some kind of hunger. his hands twitch like he wants to reach out and drink you up.

you often shoved it to the back of your mind. vampires weren’t real, and there was no way your boyfriend could possibly be one. even if he did get really crazy during your cycle.

shoving it to the back of your mind as the door opens, a smile on your face as leon enters.

something is.. wrong, for lack of a better term. his eyes are dilated until you can barely see his irises, his breath coming in heavy pants.

“..leon?” you question, yelping in surprise as hid eyes land on you too quickly. he stumbles toward you, almost drunk in his movements.

he throws his body over yours, trapping you against the wall. whimpering in fear as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck, taking a long, deep whiff of your scent.

“need you, fuck, i’m so hungry..” his voice is slurred, another jolt of fear bolting through your system as he drags his tongue up your throat. “just one taste, okay?” the way he says it makes it sound more like a reassurance to himself.

“leon, what-!” a gasp of pain cuts off your question, two sharp needle-like teeth digging into your throat. you feel your blood pumping in your throat, heart beating as every pulse sends more and more into his teeth.

‘just kill me,’ you think, embarrassed, ‘of course he would be a vampire. just my luck.’ you saw the signs and dismissed them, obviously! cuz vampires aren’t supposed to be real!

but here you are, trying to hide a moan as leon’s teeth sink deep into your neck, the scruff of his stubble tickling your already sensitive skin. as leon pulls away, pupils now fully enlarged and going in and out of focus, he licks a stripe up your neck, trying to stop the bleeding.

“leon-” you protest, somehow more bothered by his repeated licking on your tender throat. “stop that i’ll just wrap it!”

he pulls away fully, blood staining his face and dripping down his chin in a way that makes heat spike in your core. even if he was a vampire, leon still found a way to make everything he does hot.

leon’s face falls into a pout, protesting his cutoff. you inhale deeply through your nose, trying to get a handle on whatever the fuck just happened. “you’re a vampire.” you state, watching leon look away guiltily.

“..yes,” he responds, reluctant. “i didn’t tell you-”

“because you didn’t want me to get scared. right? right,” you cut him off, and he looks more and more like a kicked puppy. “i’m not necessarily mad that you’re a vampire- but that’s something i should’ve been told considering we’ve been dating for 5 years and got engaged this year.”

leon sighs, nodding begrudgingly in agreement. “i suppose you’re right.”

“obviously,” you place a kiss on his cheek, enjoying the moment as he melts into your touch. “no more surprises for now, okay?”

“deal.”