Something something... Sex with Leon. (Requiem age Leon, mid twenties fem!reader) small blurb — MDNI
(haven't written in AGES, so apologies if it's messy)
Half-lidded eyes roaming over your naked flesh while large hands carefully lift your hips, angling them upwards as he slides in with a soft groan. You're slick enough for little to no resistance, and he waits for a few seconds before moving. He's careful the first few thrusts, going in and out slowly, letting your body adjust before he changes the pace a little.
The hands that were so careful before now grip your hips a little tighter, keeping you in place while he ruts into you. He huffs above you, his grunts and groans spilling from his lips before he grips the back of your thighs and pushes your legs back, forcing you into a mating press.
Loose hair obscures his eyes a little, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck as he fucks you slow and deep. Each thrust threatens to send you over the edge, and you moan softly when his kisses trail from your neck to your lips, swallowing your sounds as he deepens it.
One hand leaves your hip to slip in-between your slick bodies, fingers easily finding and rubbing your clit. "Come for me," he whispers, urging you as he applies more pressure to your sensitive pearl. His cock continues sliding in and out of your slick cunt, pace increasing as he begins to chase his release, and one last nudge of his thumb finally sends you over.
Your walls flutter wildly, clenching around his cock in a tight embrace that has him spilling inside you shortly after. Leon groans against your lips, and his hips stutter as he forces every last drop out. He doesn't move for a few minutes, relishing the aftermath of this little tryst, and the way your lips are parted so beautifully as you pant softly.
"Beautiful," he notes, panting softly before slowly peppering your neck in kisses that trail downward. His cock twitches inside of you, ready for another round. "One more time, sweetheart."
cw: threesome, two cocks one hole, cock rubbing, slight belly bulging, neck licking, bet making, double creampie, fingering, slight orgasm denial, cumflation.
I'm not responsible for the content you view. That being said, reader discretion is advised.
tags: @stygianoir
Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
This was supposed to be your day of rest and relaxation. Just one day, really. That was all you had asked for. What you didn't ask for, however, was to be joined by the Deliverer and the Kremnoan Prince—not that you had an issue soaking in front of others. The issue was that they came in already arguing, or so you assumed, and before you knew it, the two had dragged you into some sort of bet.
Who could please you the best, or something along those lines. You didn't have much time to dwell on the nature of the wager, as hands were already grabbing and tugging you up out of the bath, positioning you so that you were sandwiched in-between the two men on the steps. Your chest pressed against Phainon's while Mydeimos positioned himself behind you, his bare chest pressing against your back, squishing you against the Deliverer even more.
You attempted to speak yet again, only to yelp in surprise when a finger pulled aside your bottoms before sliding inside of you. "There we go," Phainon smiled, his cyan eyes staring down at you in a half-lidded gaze. His index finger curled, the tip pressing up against a particular spongey spot that caused you to moan sweetly.
Behind you, Mydeimos growled under his breath before his own index finger nudged its way into your cunt, curling beside his rival's. "You aren't the only one that can make her sing." With that, his digit stroked along your walls with a sudden eagerness, earning another moan from your lips.
As the Deliverer mimicked the prince's action, he chuckled when your back arched just a little. "I think she's enjoying my touch," he teased. His words were nothing more than a challenged, and the Kremnoan was easily goaded into it as his efforts redoubled. You moaned for a third time, face pressing against Phainon's chest to hide the redness of your cheeks.
It was embarrassing, really. Two of the Chrysos Heirs fingering you in the private baths. It felt divine, physically, even if the risk of Aglaea finding out was almost guaranteed. You were almost certain that you saw the faintest shimmer of gold just behind Phainon's head when your face lifted up to meet his gaze—but perhaps it was your imagination?
Your thoughts on the subject were quickly broken when a tongue slid a thick stripe up the side of your neck. Pleasure tickled up your spine, causing your back to arch some more while forcing your clothed tits to press further into the Deliverer's chest as you whimpered. "Need you to focus," he told you. "Can't have your mind drifting off when we're trying to please you."
Behind you, Mydei grunted in agreement, his finger curling for the nth time inside of you and drawing yet another moan from your lips. It was slowly becoming too much for you, and you were beginning to think that they had already made that assessment long before you did. "She's close," the prince noted, index finger slipping deeper into your slick heat.
"I'll make her cum," you heard Phainon say. His words caused the Kremnoan behind you to click his tongue, obviously annoyed, and taking it as yet another challenge in this bet of theirs.
Your nails dug into the Deliverer's shoulders, bluntly scraping against his skin as his finger quickened the pace. Mydeimos followed suit, his own digit rubbing against his rival's as well as your gummy walls. The squelching sounds echoed in the bath chamber, mixing with the soft moans that spilled from your lips as you teetered on the edge. Closer, closer, a little more, and—
Both men slid their fingers out of you with a lewd pop, and the emptiness made you whine, which caused Phainon to chuckle. "Aw, don't pout like that," he playfully teased.
Your brows furrowed, and your lips parted as you attempted to speak, only to gasp when the thick head of his cock rubbed against your wet folds. Behind you, Mydeimos huffed at the boldness of his rival, and you soon felt his tip prodding against your heat as well, rubbing against the Deliverer's own length before bullying his way inside of you.
Phainon sucked in through clenched teeth at the feeling, only to follow suit and force his own cock into your cunt. To say it was a tight fit would've been an understatement—the two men were massive. Both of the Chrysos Heirs were impressive in their own right. While the Kremnoan was girthy, his rival was longer. While the Deliverer curved slightly to the left, Mydei curved a little to the right, yet both had prominent veins along their shaft, which you swore you felt pulsing. It was an indescribable feeling, really; especially when they both finally began to move.
Mydeimos rolled his hips first; shallow thrusts that slowly dragged his dick against your walls and the other cock pressed snug against his own. The movement, along with the overwhelming feeling of being filled by both men, had you mewling softly against Phainon's shoulder. "So tight," he breathed out, causing the prince to grunt in agreement.
"Though it doesn't help with you in the way, Deliverer." His words were met by a light chuckle from the ashen haired man.
"Can't help myself," he replied. Phainon's arms slid around your midsection, pulling you flush against his chest as he rolled his hips against your own, shoving his cock a bit deeper before sliding it back. The friction was delicious, forcing you to moan loudly when he repeated the motion once more. "Especially since I'm going to be the one to win."
His playful words were anything but to Mydeimos, and if it weren't for the way Phainon's cock had your gummy walls fluttering with his thrusts, you would've been fearful when the prince's hands gripped the fat of your hips with a bruising grip. When the Kremnoan pulled his hips back and slammed them forward, a sharp cry ripped from your throat.
It wasn't painful, but it certainly surprised you, especially with how hard he fucked into you now. Their cocks worked in tandem alongside one another, stretching your walls further than what you assumed was your limit. Apparently not, and the more you moaned, the more your cunt squelched, which only seemed to egg the two men on even more.
"Won't be able to hold off much longer," Phainon said, in-between grunts.
"Don't you dare, Deliverer," Mydei growled. His ragged breaths tickled the back of your ear as his chest pressed down against your back, and one hand remained squeezing your hip while the other slid under the lower part of your belly. He pushed upwards slightly, fingers spreading out against your skin to feel their cocks inside you. It satisfied him, despite the fact that his rival had done the same. The prince then pressed his hand a bit more firmly against your belly, forcing you against him.
Phainon noticed and squeezed his arms around your midsection, attempting to pull you closer to him—as if it were even possible with how squished in-between the two you already were. His actions caused a small tug-of-war with you between the Kremnoan, and as silly as it was, the friction it caused eventually sent them both over the edge.
Mydei's hips slammed against your ass one last time while Phainon thrusted into you, finally spilling with a loud groan. The man behind you did the same, if not a little louder—as if that were a competition as well. Your walls were painted in thick, white ropes as their cum mixed together, and the amount from each of them had you whimpering.
Your breaths came out in harsh pants as you rested against Phainon's chest while Mydeimos let his forehead press against the back of your neck. Their cocks still throbbed, but you focused more on the way their seed seeped out of your used cunt and dribbled down your inner thighs.
After a few moments of heavy breathing between all three of you, the prince spoke up. "I won," he claimed.
"Mhm, no, I think I won," Phainon replied. The pair locked eyes for a moment, only for the Deliverer to speak again. "Who do you think won?"
His question, obviously directed towards you, lingered only for a split second before you answered. "It's a tie." Silence followed after that as the men shared a look.
"Well, that's a shame." The man beneath you chuckled softly, his arms tightening around your midsection.
While he did that, the Kremnoan behind you gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your plump flesh. "There aren't any ties."
"I suppose we'll just have to do it again." Phainon's hips moved slowly, his stiffening cock moving inside of you once more.
"I concur," the prince grunted, his own cock twitching as his thrusts began once again.
So long as it kept ending in a tie, the pair would simply just start again until there was a sole victor.
yo this is a long shot but ive asked two people and they've all ignored my request. could you possibly write albert wesker cardiophilia smut (fem reader)? i can only presume people are skipping over my submissions because they think it's like bad but it's basically just a heartbeat fetish i don't get why people keep ignoring me 💔💔💔 only if you're chill with it. the kink itself can go either way whatever works best for you
I certainly can. 🫡
cw: cardiophilia, brief mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, use of the word "darling" as both endearment and property.
There was something about your heartbeat that fascinated him. Not in the way a researcher was fascinated by their test subject—at least not anymore—but fascinated in the way that made him feel pride. A different kind, but pride nonetheless. In the way your breath would hitch and your heart skipped the tiniest beat when his fingers would curl inside your cunt, hitting that spot he knew elicited such reactions. Or the way it would quicken when you were close, fluttering wildly like a bird in a cage beneath your ribs, only for the sound to return to a soft and steady thumping after you came.
Though his favorite is when he's inside of you, yet he'll never voice it aloud. As pleasing as it is to hear your heart flutter with his fingers inside of you, it's entirely different when you're stuffed with his cock. Your heart will always start out with soft thumping when he takes it nice and slow, only ever increasing slightly with a few small thrusts. Your breath will hitch, your heart will skip a delicious beat, and he'll keep at it.
But only for a short while. The steady rhythm of your heart is pleasant to his ears, yet he craved more. Always more. Albert's hips snapped against yours, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. The action caused your heartbeat to quicken, and he liked it. He needed more of it. "More, darling," he whispered, lips pressed against your ear while he continued to fuck into you. The way your walls fluttered around his thick length was heavenly, but not as much as hearing the wild thumping of your heart.
It spurred him on, forcing him to drive into you a little harder, a little faster, until your moans and whines filled the bedroom. You were close, and so was he, yet he ignored it and continued rutting into you wildly. When he felt your walls clench around him, the blond pressed his ear against your chest, listening to your heart as your release washed over you.
The thumping of your heart was loud and wild, and he relished in it. His hips gave a few more sharp thrusts before he finally spilled into you, letting his seed paint your gummy walls in thick, white ropes. But Wesker didn't focus on that, no. All of his focus was on you, your heartbeat, and the fact that he was the only one to get it fluttering so wildly.
"Don't move," he said. A command more than anything, but one you listened to without complaint. His head shifted around a little on your chest, moving to hear the rapid beats before they softened to slow, melodic thumps. He remained quiet like this with you for a little longer, until he finally moved to sit up. "Rest while you can. We'll go again when the beating is calm."
He'd do it again, and again, and again. As many times as it took to hear that fluttering heart of yours. To know that he was the only one capable of raising it that way. Perhaps his fascination ran deep, or perhaps he enjoyed the way he could toy with something so mortal? That knowing he could push you well beyond your limits, but why would he? He'd hate to break such a wonderful toy, and a new one was too hard to find—especially with a heart like yours.
No, he wouldn't break you. Not yet. Not when he finds it delectable to make your heart flutter wildly and completely calm itself like this.
CW: smut, master/servant dynamic, possible OOC Mydei, creampie, slight exhibitionism
(got him, and now saving for his husband)
Wherever he went, you followed. Passersby often recalled it looking like a pup trailing after a lion. No one knew the full story on how you came to be in service for the prince, nor did they seem to care. The few rumors that circulated were quickly shut down by him. You were his servant, nothing more and nothing less—or so you thought.
The private baths provided peace and quiet, which was what the prince liked about them. The warm water was simply a bonus to him, and you. What was supposed to be a simple routine of soaking and washing turned into something not even you imagined. Truth be told, you couldn't even remember how you landed in this situation, but not once did you complain. How could you when the man had you mewling beneath him?
"M'lord!" You cried out, voice echoing off the walls. It was by the grace of the gods that no one else was here to witness the scene, let alone hear the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin. He had you bent over the edge of the baths, your upper body held down by his hand pressed firmly in-between your shoulder blades while he rutted into you like a wild animal.
His other hand squeezed the fat of your hip, eliciting another cry from your lips as his cock drilled into you. "Hush," he growled. His hips snapped forward, causing the water to splash around. "Or do you want everyone to hear you?" The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and Mydei's lips curled when he felt your walls clench around him. "The idea of being caught excites you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, m'lord," you mewl out. The hand pressing down on you moved down to your hip, joining its twin in squeezing the flesh there as the prince leaned against you.
"Dirty girl," he whispered. His hot breath tickled your ear, and you whined softly in response. It only made him chuckle. His movements soon became sloppy, with his cock spearing into you as he grunted into your ear.
The tightly wound ball within you finally snapped, and pleasure flooded your senses as you came. Your walls clenched around him, coaxing him further before he finally spilled into you. It was a heavenly feeling, and one that forced your body to go slack beneath his as he thrusted slowly. The prince's movements were languid as the last spurts of his seed slipped out, but he soon stilled before slowly removing himself.
"M'lord," you panted, body shifting as you tried to stand up in the baths. He assisted, with one hand holding yours while the other firmly pressed against your lower back.
"Mydeimos," he corrected. You caught the look in his eyes, a strange softness that quickly hardened before anything more could be said. "We're past the use of titles."
You stared at him for a moment before finally giving a slow nod. "Of course, Mydeimos," you answered.
While he didn't really care for what people called him, the thought of you referring to his title even after this was... Well, things needed to change. After all, it wasn't like he saw you as his servant anymore. It was true that you were indebted to him after he rescued you, but that debt had long been repaid.
Perhaps you didn't need to know that, at least not yet. Mydei quite enjoyed having someone tend to him, so long as they were you.
CW: Remy being soft, spooning, neck kisses, cock warming, hints of sex at the end.
Note: I haven't seen Deadpool & Wolverine yet, but spoilers let me know that Gambit girlies ate well. That being said, I'm basing this around 97's Gambit. Pardon if my French is poorly written.
Rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains of his room, illuminating your sleeping figure beside him. The sheets were draped over your hips, allowing for his fingers to gently dance along your side. Remy wasn’t a pious man, but moments like this seemed like a small slice of heaven for him. Moments that he could selfishly cherish every morning. His body scooted forward a little, the added warmth of his chest against your back causing you to stir slightly.
“Ma chérie,” he whispered. His lips pressed against your bare shoulder, trailing soft kisses up to the sweet spot behind your ear. He heard you chuckle in response, the sound causing his lips to curl as he pressed another kiss behind your ear. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s fine,” you told him. “I have to get up, anyway.” Your body shifted as you tried to roll over and face him, but he slid an arm around you, keeping your back flush against his chest. “Remy—.”
“Stay,” he said. His arm tightened around you while he adjusted himself, moving so that your head now rested on his outstretched arm. “Drills can wait, mon amour.” Remy was a stubborn man and lover—something you had learned the more time spent with him—and you knew how much he disliked your morning drills in the Danger Room. They were mornings in which he deemed could be better spent with him instead.
A small sigh fell from your lips. “Fine, morning drills can wait a bit longer.” He smirked a little before letting a hand drift down your stomach, relishing in the way your thighs parted, as if expecting his touch. Instead, his hand slid under your thigh, fingers curling around the plump flesh before lifting your leg up a little. It was just enough for the head of his cock to push through your folds before letting himself rest in your warm, gummy walls. The feeling of being filled caused your body to squirm a little against him. “What are you doing?” You asked. It was a rhetorical question, really. You already knew what he was planning.
“Stayin’ warm,” Remy answered. His eyes closed while his lips trailed kisses from the spot behind your ear and down to your bare shoulder. You wanted to roll your eyes, but all you did was moan when his dick twitched, causing your walls to squeeze him just enough to make him groan in satisfaction at the feeling. “Makin’ it difficult to stay warm, chérie.” Remy’s fingers dug into your thigh a little. “We can have a little morning drill of our own, yeah?”
The suggestion he tossed out was too good to pass up—as if he’d ever let you in the first place—and your head gave a small nod. “Okay,” you agreed. A little workout before morning drills never hurt anyone, right? Your lover smirked against your skin, soon peppering a few more kisses to your shoulder before trailing up to your neck. Unbeknownst to you, however, the Cajun man had no plans on letting you go for drills. Not for a while, anyway.
CW: mentions of being a pet/caged, slight dubcon, clipped wings, mentions of an injury, stubborn!Sunday, mentions of mating/courting rituals, spooning position, cock warming at the end, creampie.
tags: @sweetchildcloud
Themetober Masterlist
Being a wildlife rescuer, you had encountered a plethora of sick, injured, and even orphaned animals. However, one specific rescue yielded some rather strange outcomes What seemed like a regular swan, presumed to be a captive pet due to his clipped wings, had, in truth, turned out to be much more than that.
The pretty and injured swan you had rescued ended up being a hybrid with clipped wings, and a stubborn one at that. How someone could keep a beautiful creature like him as a pet was baffling. However, despite all of his hissing and grumpiness towards you, Sunday eventually grew closer with you as his caregiver—attached in a way only a swan would ever be with someone.
Honestly, you should have taken the signs a bit more seriously back then. The constant ruffling of his feathers whenever you were in his presence, the need to always be around you, the subtle attempts at grooming you with a brush and pampering you—all signs of courting. It wasn’t until he took drastic measures one morning, making you finally realize that he truly desired you.
Sunday held you against him, his face pressed against the back of your neck as he slowly inhaled your scent. He had slipped into your bed that morning with only one intention: finally making you his mate for life. It was such a sacred thing amongst swans, and the thought of enacting it sent a shiver down his body.
The feeling of being held roused you from your slumber, and his arms tightened around you when you tried to squirm out of his hold. “Don’t move,” he whispered. He moved his hips against yours, pressing his hardened length against your ass, letting you feel him entirely. “I’ve waited too long for this, but I had to be certain of my choice.” Again, he rubbed his cock against you, smearing small globs of precum along your flesh. “After all, swans mate for life.”
Your body tensed when he moved an arm and lifted your leg just enough for him to squeeze inside of you. The hybrid let out a shaky breath before pressing a tender kiss to the back of your neck. “Sunday,” you groaned softly, followed by a slight whining sound as he buried himself fully. His hand let go of your leg before moving to rest at your hip, and he slid his other arm down to tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
His hips pulled back before moving forward, thrusting into you at a slow and repeated pace. “You feel so good,” he mumbled. His lips continued peppering the back of your neck in featherlight kisses before trailing them up to the space behind your ear, where he began to suck lightly on the skin. His thrusts increased slightly, and you let out a moan when his tongue slid over the teased flesh below your ear. “You were made for me.”
Your body moved in tandem with his, rocking back and forth on the bed at a steady tempo, yet it soon increased when you moaned once more. Sunday’s hand gripped your hip a little tighter, his fingers digging into the skin as he switched his pace up. He pistoned into you a little faster now, his hips smacking against the back of yours as he huffed in your ear.
As much as he desired to enjoy the moment and make it last, his instincts to mate you were overtaking him. The hybrid’s feathers tickled your cheek the faster he fucked into you with need, and your delicious sounds only served to spur him further. A strained hiss slipped out between clenched teeth as he slammed into you one final time, letting his cock twitch once more before spilling inside you.
Sunday hummed softly, satisfied at the deed being complete. His hips moved against you once more, slower now, as his fingers traced gentle patterns against your hip. “There we go,” he whispered. His face nuzzled the back of your neck before kissing it softly once more. “So nice and full now.”
His movements continued, growing lazier by the minute until he finally ceased altogether. The swan kept his cock inside of you, keeping his cum in your hole, not wanting a single drop to slip out. It was his way of marking you, claiming you as a lifelong partner. It was something he had longed to have for years, and he wasn’t the type to squander his chances and let them slip away. Not with you.
TW: sex in a barn, slight choking, love bites, prosthetic limbs, slight overstimulation, licking, creampie.
Edit: This got way more attention than I honestly thought it would. So, if it hits 2k, I'll make part two. 😉 Or! Perhaps a full fic of this blurb?
Things weren't supposed to end like this, but you couldn't be blamed. A handsome stranger paid your esteemed ranch a visit, hoping to get one of your finest Thoroughbreds, only to end up with something far better.
One hand firmly gripped the fat of your hip, the metallic fingers digging slightly into your skin while the other was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him to kiss along the side of it. Your thighs trembled with the way his thick cock bullied your slick cunt, dragging yet another moan from your pretty lips.
Boothill's lips curled into a slight smirk at the sound before letting his tongue slide up your neck. It was hot and wet, and your hands gripped the stall door, causing the wood to chip ever so gently with the way your nails dug into it. "Dirty girl," he teased. His chest pressed against your back a bit more as his hips smacked into the back of yours harshly, his pace remaining merciless. "I came for a stallion, not a broodmare." The hand around your throat squeezed a little harder, causing you to let out a pitiful whine. "But I can make a new deal."
You already knew what the new deal was, but you remained silent, too focused on the pleasure that coursed through your veins with each thrust of his meaty cock. He filled your gummy walls, shaping your pussy all for himself as he brought you orgasm after orgasm. It had been a while since you had a good fuck, and with a customer of all people. Still, you had to hand it to him. Boothill had the stamina of a Thoroughbred, plowing into you repeatedly without so much as a break, and he hadn't even come yet.
Your head lolled to the side, allowing him another chance at kissing your neck, though he soon bit down on the soft flesh, causing you to moan at the sudden feeling. One final thrust had your body up against the stable door, pinned as he finally came, painting your walls in thick, white ropes of his cum. The hand gripping your neck only tightened, yet he made sure to at least let you breathe.
Boothill kept your body pinned against the stable door as he panted hard, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape. "Fuck," he breathed out, "haven't had this good a time in a while." His hand on your hip loosened as his metallic thumb rubbed gentle circles against your soft skin. "Now," he chuckled, "how 'bout we discuss the new deal?"
