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Angels in Flight Ch 21 - Xigbar x Fem!Reader
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You rested your head against your arms, gazing out the tower’s window to the fireflies dancing below in the moonlight. Their golden glow reflected off the babbling brook and colored the flowers scattered along the water’s edge. It was an ethereal sight, one that helped calm the restlessness inside you.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Xigbar asked from behind you.
You gasped softly, looking over your shoulder to see the moonlight casting over his shirtless silhouette. The surprise melted into a soft smile as he sat down beside you. “I didn’t even hear you get up,” you said softly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“Nah, well sort of.” He shrugged, yawning. You stifled a giggle at his adorable sleepy state. It was such a rare thing to see. “Went to feel you up and all I got was a fist full of blanket.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” you replied with a quiet chuckle, your face warming.
He chuckled along with you, smirking as his gaze danced over you. “So…what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
It did your heart good to hear him use that phrase again—just like before. Despite it, your smile fell slightly, your brows knitting together. Fingers brushed across your cheek, pushing back your hair. You leaned into his touch, your eyes sliding shut.
“It’s a lot to get used to,” you whispered. “Having a heart.”
Xigbar hummed, his thumb grazing your cheek. It was different having him be so quiet and tender, something you only ever really got to see in the quiet moments on sleepless nights like tonight.
You slid your hand over his and kissed his palm, before confessing, “I wish you were able to have yours.”
You said it so quietly, you wondered if he heard you as he didn’t reply right away. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw him looking out the window. A weariness weighed heavily across his features. His usual confident stature was slumped and the scars across his skin appeared more prominent under the moonlight.
Was this the man he was always hiding?
Endless layers of secrets concealed behind a cocky smirk and enticing words. You ran your hand along his forearm, giving him a subtle squeeze. The affection caused the slightest smile to tip his mouth and he drifted his gaze downwards.
“I don’t know, Hot Stuff,” he muttered. “Sometimes it’s easier without one.”
You swallowed, a mixture of emotions swelling from his words. Sliding your hand back up to his, you gently grabbed his wrist and led it towards your chest. He watched with a quirked up brow, a snarky comment seemingly on the tip of his tongue, but he remained quiet. You pressed his palm above your breasts, against your heart. Even through his hand, you could feel it beating. Xigbar looked at his hand, then up at you.
“If you wanted me to touch your tits—”
“I want you to feel my heart,” you interrupted him in a rush, your entire body warming. “Though, maybe later you can touch my…um, my tits.”
Xigbar’s smirk cracked into a grin and you averted your gaze. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, rubbing his thumb against your chest. “I’m all ears.”
You opened your mouth to talk, then crumbled into a breathy laugh, your head hanging forward.
“Did I ruin it?” he asked, making your laugh fuller.
“No,” you assured him, wiping at the corner of your eyes. You leaned forward and met your lips together. “I didn’t have anything worth saying anyway.”
“I seriously doubt that,” he mumbled before sliding his hand behind your neck and kissing you deeper.
You sighed into his mouth, your heart bursting with life at the feel of his lips moving against yours. That’s what you wanted him to feel. What you only felt a fraction of as a Nobody. The thing you desperately wanted to never end.
Your lips parted and breathless gasps filled the air between you.
“I love you,” you breathed out and Xigbar grinned, kissing you again with a lingering kiss that made you softly whine with need.
“I think I do too, Hot Stuff,” he replied with a low voice just loud enough for you to hear.
You expected that sentiment to make your heart nearly explode, but instead a warmth enveloped you and in that moment, you could only describe it as being finally home.
“Let’s get you back to bed.” Xigbar mumbled, kissing along your jaw.
You let out a soft sigh, nodding as your eyes fluttered shut. “Y-yes, please.”
You didn’t even have to get up as Xigbar swept you up off the ground and carried you across the room. The cold sheets of the bed greeted you, grateful for your warmth on the cold night. Xigbar climbed over you, his lips trailing your neck as he laid you down completely.
“You know what?” he murmured into your ear and you could only whine in question. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you on my last mission.”
“Y-Yeah?” you asked, your back arching and hands trailing up his back, feeling his scars beneath your fingertips.
“Kept hearing your little moans in the back of my mind,” he replied, his hand trailing up your side to your breast. He squeezed it in his hand, making you moan. He hummed approvingly, his voice rumbling through you. “That’s the one.”
“I-I’ve thought—” you gasped, rolling your hips but you couldn’t reach his, “—about y-you touching me. Almost… almost every night.”
He groaned in your ear, lowering his body to be completely on top of you. His cock rubbed against your thigh and even through the fabric of his pants, you could feel how hard and wet it was.
“And what would fantasy me do?” he asked, pulling back just enough for you to see his smirk.
Your breath left you, despite the way your body warmed and tingled from your fingertips down to your thighs. “A-Anything he wanted,” you stammered out breathlessly.
His smirk grew into a grin. “Anything, huh?”
You barely had the chance to nod before Xigbar’s hand pressed between your legs. A gasping moan broke out of you and Xigbar chuckled. He lifted off of you and you immediately missed his warmth. His fingers hooked the sides of your pants and you lifted your hips without question, lost in a trance. The fabric tugged off and Xigbar tossed it away before pushing apart your legs. The cool night air rushed against your wet folds, making you shiver. You looked up at Xigbar, seeing the glint of his golden eye as it danced over you. His hands slid along your legs, taking his time and savoring the moment.
Blush burned through you. There was something exhilarating about being so exposed for him to see. Anyone else and you would be mortified. Xigbar though. The mere thought of it got you wet on lonely nights.
He shook his head, breathily laughing. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to a sight like this.”
You giggled, leaning up on your elbows. He met you halfway and leaned forward, kissing you for a lingering moment before pulling away and trailing his lips along your legs. Your head slung back, feeling his breath get closer and closer to your clit. His hot tongue slid along your folds in a long drawn out lick and your entire body shuddered with a wave of deep pleasure. You fell limply onto your back, whining and toes curling as Xigbar continued with slow, deliberate flicks.
A finger pressed past your entrance, your nerves igniting with a resounding throb that so dearly missed his touch.
“Fuck, Xigbar,” you groaned, your back arching and hands gripping the comforter.
His laugh rumbled through you, making you shiver. He quickened his pace, the sounds of his lips smacking and his fingers sliding in and out of you mixed with your moans and whimpers. Your legs wrapped around his back, desperately pulling him closer. He took you in greedily, his free hand gripping your hip, holding you in place as the rest of your body convulsed and twitched with every flick of his tongue.
It didn’t take long until you cried out, every muscle in your body spasming with euphoria. Xigbar groaned, suckling your clit as you came against his tongue. Just as your voice dissipated into gasping breaths, he lifted from between your legs and climbed back over you. He kissed along your neck, his finger sliding out of your pussy and idly circling your folds. You whined, still lost in a trance even after your orgasm.
“Was it something like that, Hot Stuff?” he asked, his voice low and breathy.
You swallowed hard, nodding. “E-Even better.”
He hummed, licking your ear. “You think you’ll think about that next time?”
“Y-Yeah,” you admitted and he chuckled.
“Good.”
Your hips jerked against his hand and you bit your lip. Xigbar smirked against your neck and he pulled back and rested his head against yours. His finger teasingly circled your clit, then your entrance.
“You going to cum for me again?” he asked.
You whined, your hips rolling.
“Yeah, that’s right Babe,” he murmured, his own hips rolling against your side, his cock rubbing against your thigh. “Cum for me.”
“Xigbar,” you sighed, your head rolling back. Your hand gripped his shoulder, your nails digging into him, but that only spurred him further.
Even with just his fingers, your body was so alight, every little movement sent you reeling. The rush washed over you in a wave and you gasped, your back arching entirely off the bed. Xigbar’s heavy breaths matched yours as he watched you cum, his cock leaving precum against your thigh. Just as the wave settled, his slicked fingers left your clit and he rolled you onto your side.
“X-Xig—” you started to ask in a near delirious slur, before his cock slid inside you. “Ooooh fuck…”
Xigbar’s hot breath panted against your back. One arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing you against him as he slid in and out of you. His other hand slid up your body, squeezing your tits, then wrapping around your neck. You slung back your head, completely lost in him. Your hands grabbed him anywhere they could, desperate to bring him closer. He groaned against your skin, his cock deep inside of you over and over again.
“Y/N,” you heard him mutter your name amidst a slew of curses and words you couldn’t fully understand between the sound of your bodies meeting together and your own gasping moans.
His hand slid down from his neck, and pressed hard against your chest where your heart pounded strongly. Xigbar bit down on the back of your shoulder and you cried out from a mixture of pain and ecstasy. His hips jerked forward, his body tightening. You could feel his cum spilling inside of you and you whined with subdued throbs of pleasure.
Both of your heavy breaths filled the suddenly quiet air. Beaded sweat covered both of your bodies, only now allowing the night’s chill to affect it. Xigbar’s grip on you loosened and he silently prompted you to turn around to face him. You breathlessly smiled, meeting his grin before you kissed him for a lingering moment.
“I wish it could always be like this,” you whispered.
Xigbar smirked. “Who knows, Hot Stuff? Maybe someday it will be.”
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໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ DUMP TRUCK DRIVER! TOJI who purposely arrives too early just to watch the lonesome and exhausted housewives — like you — run out in their cute little nightgowns with messy bedhead hair, and no bras to support while running for him…
Toji would chuckle every single time. Catching that confused turned frantic look you always gave through the kitchen window; hearing him haul by earlier than usual forced you in a panic… Shit! You've missed trash day twice already! You needed to get this stench out of your house ASAP but the grimy man crooking a wry smirk pressed on the gas soon as you popped out the front door.
Shit!
“Wait!” Crying out with a waving arm; running barefoot with weeks-old trash hauling behind you in your nightwear was not in your morning routine — but it sure as hell was in his… You wheeze, chasing that green truck like an idiot, you were cursing your husband for always forgetting to take the damn trash to the curb beneath your breath too…
Soon as you were able to get his attention — Well, you've been had it through a small side mirror… but he finally stopped!
His lips are slicked. Admiring the skimpy view of another man's wife's tits heaving and ass bouncing around in baby-blue sheer cloth, even that coffee spilled down your chest which globbed down to your belly from the chase, was his morning coffee…
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#idk he'd be just as grimy as the trash he's hauling#now which husband forgets to bring the trash out and makes toji a lucky man???#gojo for sure SIGHHH#🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮!#ᝰ toji fushiguro!#jjk x reader#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#toji smut#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#jjk toji
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lucky - cl16
Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
Summary: in which you and your childhood best friend, are most definitely in love, but it's too complicated.
Warnings: BAD FRENCH??? (I don't speak French...please correct me so I can make some edits!!! Would be greatly appreciated), angst!!!!!, no smut but maybe if I make a part 2?
Word Count: 1,332
Author's Note: I'm thinking I want to make another part to this maybe??? Idk what do we think. It was just a random thought that came to mind. I didn't edit or proofread. Please fix my French if you can!!! xo UPDATED FRENCH: edits thanks to @dannyramirezwife!!!!
PART 2 BONUS
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"Ah, merde!" You exclaimed, dashing up the stairs of your apartment building. As usual, you were running late, but this time it was for your own dinner party. Your hands were full, and the constant vibration of your phone in your coat pocket suggested your friends were wondering were you were.
In the home stretch, you reached your door, ready to unlock it. To your confusion, the door swung wide open just as you approached. Charles leaned against the frame, a hand towel casually slung over his shoulder, like he owned the place.
"Où étais-tu tout ce temps-là, Lucky?" Where have you been all this time? Lucky. Your childhood nickname. His lucky charm. It warmed your heart to hear.
His eyebrows were scrunched as you stepped through the doorway, brushing past his shoulder and into the living room where all your friends sat chatting loudly. A small speaker played music in the background softly while your friends all chatted and laughed. It took a moment for them to notice your arrival.
"She's here!" "Mon dieu, finally." "I am so hungry." echoed through the room as your friends expressed their relief and hunger. Their flushed cheeks suggested they had indulged in heaps of wine while waiting for your arrival.
"See Charles, no need to have an aneurysm. I knew she would show up soon," Joris teased, winking in your direction before casting a glance over your shoulder. No doubt, Charles towering over your frame behind you.
"Je suis désolé," I'm sorry. You apologized repeatedly, sensing the tension. After urging everyone into the dining room with a wave, you added, "Sit, please," prompting your friends to take their seats. You hurried into the kitchen, dropping your bags by the kitchen table.
"Où étais-tu?" Where were you? You felt his hands on your hips as you opened the wine fridge to grab more bottles of wine for the table.
Butterflies. The warmth of his hands made your stomach flutter.
"Got caught up at work and missed the bus," You explained in a huff. "I had to walk all the way back here."
His hands tightened on your waist, turning you around to face him. His eyes were darker than normal, eyebrows still furrowed. "Mon dieu! Why didn't you call me?" My God. He seemed frustrated even more so now. The tone in his voice was rather sharp. "It's freezing outside."
"Ca va, Cha." I am fine. You reassured him, gently moving away from his embrace. You carried the bottles into the dining room and placed them on the table. Charles following, a large pasta dish in hand for the table that everyone immediately dug into as soon as it hit the table.
As the guests eagerly dug into the meal, you settled into your seat, intending to fill your wine glass. However, Charles beat you to it, taking the last seat beside you and topping off your glass, his actions notably conspicuous.
The dynamic between you and Charles was far from straight-forward. Best friends since childhood, who also hook up, who also don't tell their friends about it? It was complex for sure.
You both didn't look at it as an exclusive thing either though. You both go on your fair share of dates. More Charles than you. Yours never went further than a few dates for fun.
Since Charles and his ex-girlfriend last broke up, he has been more needy and more possessive of you. You figured he would get back together with her at some point, like he always did. It was just a ticking time bomb at this point. You, counting down the days until he takes her back.
"Hot date?" You heard Arthur ask from across the table, winking at you. "How was it?" You felt Charles hand slip to your thigh under the table, gripping it tightly.
You truly were coming from work tonight. But you did have a date last night. One that you didn't need Charles to hear about.
"Non," No. You felt your cheeks redden, a dead giveaway that you in fact did go on a date. "I got stuck at work, imbécile," you stuck your tongue out playfully at Arthur. Everyone laughing immediately, except Charles.
Charles squeezed your thigh again, clearly wanting your attention. You turn your head to him giving him a pointed look. Saying stop. Saying please wait until later. He understood, slipping his hand off of your thigh and faking a smile for the table as he falls into conversation with the rest of the table.
After a few hours, with everyone in a cheerful state of inebriation and satisfied bellies, the apartment was finally cleaned up and emptied. The lively chatter had faded away, leaving behind a quiet space. The only person lingering was Charles, sprawled comfortably on your couch, waiting.
You weren't privy to the excuse he had given to avoid going home with the others, but at the moment, you didn't care. No one seemed to question or pay much attention to him staying behind, as if it were a routine occurrence.
"Qui c'est?" Who is it? He sat like he was on his throne. Except it was your couch. Looking at you, like you owed him every explanation.
"Cha, s'il te plaît," please.
You could feel him getting more frustrated by the minute. You loved him to death. He was your best friend. Your person. You fought like siblings sometimes. But, you also fought like lovers.
You didn't want to get into who you were going on dates with. It was casual. Just for fun. It's not like Charles is officially yours.
"Non, dis-moi." No, tell me. You noticed him clench his hand into a fist just slightly.
"It was just a date, no one important." You waved him off. Taking a seat beside him on the couch. Silence followed. As if he was lost in his own head.
"Merci," you thanked him. For setting up dinner. He is the only other person with a key to your place after all.
His eyes flicked from you to the TV. He couldn't look at you while he said these next words.
"I don't want you to date."
It was unfair. And he knew it too. Which is why he couldn't look you in the eyes as he said it. He doesn't deserve to tell you that. He doesn't deserve to feel this way.
You let out a loud sigh, "Cha. You can't say things like that." You wanted to cry honestly. "Let's keep this simple, oui?"
You both were too blind. Blind to see that no one else would ever make you happier. But, you both were too scared to fully commit. Because you knew once you did, that was it. There could be nobody after you. There could be nobody after him.
"J'en ai marre," I'm sick of it. You felt him stand up from the couch. He was now pacing in front of you, the sound of the TV barely heard as he raised his voice. "J'en suis malade de mentir," I am so sick of lying.
You knew what he meant. You felt that way too. But it wasn't time. You both weren't ready to make it official. It was too scary.
"Assez!" Enough. You exclaimed. You couldn't handle this right now.
"Just go home," you felt shut down. You were not ready for this conversation. You knew Charles patience was wearing thin. But it was unfair. Just because he thinks he is finally ready, does not mean you need to be.
Charles felt as if he could rip out all of his hair. He wanted to pound his fists all over the place, just to get you to give him something. You were completely shut down. He wanted a reaction. He wanted a confession. Nothing you would provide at the moment.
"C'est pas croyable ça," Unbelievable. He said bitterly with a small laugh. "Have fun on your dates."
And with that, he was out the door. Slamming it hard enough that the walls of your apartment shook.
#charles leclerc x reader#f1 imagines#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc angst#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc fic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#charles leclerc#lucky
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Crowned Prince Shouto who is so very much in love with you, even if it did take a while to come around after the arranged marriage occurred.
Crowned Prince Shouto whose brow creases and eyes twitch every time people in high court mock how plain you are under hushed breaths.
Crowned Prince Shouto who gets absolutely sloshed at a royal banquet to try and drown his anger when he hears a rumor going around that his marriage is unconsummated due to finding you so repulsive before storming off to find you.
Royal Advisor Izuku who rushes off to try and follow, only to hear a shriek coming from your room. When scrambling to investigate if you're okay he finds his master on his knees absolutely devouring your cunt while your receiving chamber door remains open a crack.
#and I mean the man would go at it till your crying out his name#cause he doesn't give two fucks about what it means to his decorum or repuatation#he's gotta prove a point to his people that he's lucky to have you every single day and night!#and Izuku understands the power play going on here#knows shouto ain't dumb and purposefully left that door open and purposefully took you in your receiving chamber instead of your bedroom#where there would be more privacy#the only thing now is#does Izuku stay and watch? or does he scamper away and try and forget how your face looked contorted in pleasure?#all he knows is he won't be able to meet you eye for a long while#and all I know is that those rumors stop after that night for SURE#i'm being bold on the dash today#thought has been running rampant in my mind for HOURS#so here we are#🔮.the peddler mumbles#shouto todoroki#shouto x reader#bnha shouto#shouto smut
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Please weiter a Chris fix Like this 🙏🏽🙏🏽
⃗ ❪ WATCH YOUR MOUTH ! ࣪ ❫ — chris sturniolo.
starring. chris sturniolo x reader. | wc. 516
includes. lowkey highkey angst. reader kinda gags him 😬😬. chris being the sexy yummy toxic man we all know and love 💝 ^_^.
storyline. what the req says shawty
⌖.˚◌ you sit at your makeup vanity, curling your eyelashes as a reality tv show plays in the back. tonight, you and chris were having dinner with your family, more specifically your mom and dad. your parents were uptight, strict and not very fond of your boyfriend. this isn’t the first time you’ve planned this. you and chris had agreed on what day, what outfits, which restaurant multiple times but once the night would come, he’d come up with a shitty excuse on why he can’t make it.
you hear the front door open and close from downstairs, heavy footsteps walking towards your shared bedroom. you turn around to see chris; his curls slightly wet and untamed, a green hoodie and grey sweatpants decorating his body. if you couldn’t tell, this isn’t exactly dinner attire. you let out a sigh as you take in his appearance. “c’mon go get dressed. we have to meet them there at eight!” you explain, applying a cool-toned brown lip liner to your lips.
he leans against the doorway, scrolling away at his phone. “i’m not going. i gotta … gotta help nick with some stuff.” he says, his eyes not leaving his screen. you blink at him, confused on what just came out of his mouth. “w-what are you talking about? you promised me.” you whine, growing slightly irritated with this idiotic pattern.
he rolls his eyes before putting his phone in his pocket, looking up at you. “stop whining. just reschedule it for another day, ma. they’ll live.” he replied, hoping you’d just drop it. you rest your head against the wall next to you, trying not to cry.
“that’s not the point. it’s the principle. you can’t keep flaking on them!” you raise your voice to get your point across. his eyebrows furrow as he looks around the room and out into the hallway before speaking. “who the fuck do you think you’re raising your voice at? cause it ain’t me.” he says, pushing himself off the wood before walking over to you. usually, you would let it go to prevent an argument but you couldn’t take it anymore. he got you so hyped up for this dinner just to dip? you were gonna speak your mind this time.
“you! i’m raising my voice at you! you do this shit all the time and i’m sick of it. you’re an actual. fucking. joke, chris.” you basically scream. you stand up and walk over to him, pushing his chest as tears stream down your freshly dolled up face. chris stifles a laugh before mushing your cheeks together.
“you keep talking to me like that and i’ll knock your fucking teeth out. you understand?” he asks, tilting his head. you freeze for a moment before nodding your head the best you can in his bruising grip. his eyes scan over your features before he shoves you away, making you fall back into your vanity chair. you sniffle as you pick up your phone to call your parents, telling them you can’t make it … yet again.
“yeah, that’s what i thought. watch your fucking mouth.” he mutters before walking out the room and heading back downstairs.
lai speaks. this was kinda sexy i fear. that rafe cameron influence got to my head … had me thinking i was writing this for him and not chris 😭😭😭. toxic!chris have my babies challenge?? this is so short but ermm … you get the gist man.
taglist. @fawnchives @prettyvyll @trickywritters @breeloveschris @sturniolho @lorarri @gnxosblog @firexovni @tylerstacobell @ivonchetooo1239 @bernardsgf @dracoflaco @strniolo @ilovethesturniolotriplets @paibey @hearts4chris @sturniololol @rootbeerworshiper @tillies33ssss @writtenbywonyoung @katluckybear @realuvrrr @junnniiieee07
#𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝜗𝜚.#its 1am you guys are lucky i love you#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo angst#chris sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo prompt#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#matt stuniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo angst#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo prompt#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic
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Kratos would still be able to kill a titan even after you railed him
ABSOLUTELY
NSFW UNDER THE CUT, FEM-ALIGNED/MDNI.
he doesn't give a damn about who hears the sounds of his voice carrying past the doors of his bedroom or anywhere he deems fit, kratos is letting everyone know who you belong to. having you eat him out before those dull meetings with the other gods, occasional praise of how good you're being for him because to you-- your king's word was law. licking up his cunt as it drips slick sweeter than the finest ambrosia, it's hard not to want to suck at that sensitive clit of his.
or when kratos comes home after weeks of leading his troops, high off of the thrill of blood and the sheer adrenaline of battle— you have little chance against him. he rides you like there's no tomorrow, there really is no chance of you leaving without having properly satiated your god. kratos is insatiable during these moment, pleasure and pain running through his veins like one of dionysus' most addicting herbs.
he allows you to bully your cock onto his needy cervix, leaving you bruised and bitten with his rough touch with each desperate thrust into his throbbing cunt. kratos will let you cum, but don't expect a break until he deems fit. he's a cruel, sadistic god, watching with glee as you cum in him again for the nth time tonight. he took pleasure and seeing how overstimulated you got.
but of course, kratos has a job to do, things to kill. he leaves your sleeping form with a brief kiss to your lips before he cleans himself up and leaves to slaughter those who have wronged him once more.
then he comes home, covered in blood and that insatiable lust in his eyes— this cycle starts all over again.
#achilles' scripts 🌟#he is too fine... aphrodite lucky as hell to have been able to see that pussy#nonnie !!#top male reader#dom male reader#dom reader#top reader#male reader#x male reader smut#x male reader#kratos x male reader#kratos x reader#dom kratos#sub reader#kratos
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𐙚 a little snippet from the rafayel fic I'm working on... lemme know if you wanna be tagged >·<
"Hey, are you okay?"
Your soft voice breaks him out of his reverie and he tries to bring the hand you're reaching out to him into focus. Your palm presses against his forehead, fingertips gingerly brushing away strands of light hair, the furrow between your brows deepening.
"You're looking a little flushed."
Fuck, he thinks. You can't keep doing this to me. Getting so close. You're going to make me do something I shouldn't.
Without warning he grabs your wrists, yanks and hard, until your body is topping forward right into his chest. He's far warmer than you expected him to be, almost as if he's...
"You can't do this to me," he whispers, voice thickened with something you can't quite place as he noses against the crown of your head. His hands are wound tightly around your body, keeping you pinned above him. You can feel each erratic rise and fall of his chest, heated puffs of breath that brush the swell of your cheek.
"What are you-"
"Look at what you're doing to me... Feel..." With slender fingers wound around your hand he guides it between your bodies, past fabric and shaky breaths, skin and sweat, right to where he needed you.
He whines, a soft and muffled sound that scratches at his throat as it escapes. "Why are you doing this to me? Reducing me to nothing but a pathetic mess. Is this all part of your plan?" His mouth finds your pulse point as his voice lowers, octave after octave, until you're sure it's nothing but a low rumble.
"Are you prepared to face the consequences?"
#so excited for this one ehehehe#if I'm lucky enough & work doesn't kill me I'll post it tomorrow <3#love and deepspace#rafayel#l&ds x reader#l&ds smut#love and deep space smut#love and deep space#love and deep space x reader#love and deep space fic#rafayel smut#rafayel my beloved#rafayel drabbles#rafayel x you#rafayel x reader
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80s Kiryu's POV ❤
#lucky guy I tell you#ooooof 80s Goromi what are you doing to me...#my brainrot for 80s Goromi is still strong cuz I almost finished writing the doujinshi#just need to add the finishing touches to the smut part and it's done ❤ then to start storyboarding and drawing the pages!#btw I'm gonna post the no-tattoo version and the timelapse of this drawing on my Patreon later if you're interested in that!#yakuza#like a dragon#ryu ga gotoku#rgg#龍が如く#真島吾朗#majima goro#goro majima#goromi#ゴロ美#fanart#my art#gazkerber#illustration#games#videogames#80s goromi#nsft
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𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰
જ⁀➴Previous chapter
Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader
Word count: 2,260
Tw: This chapter is just all smut🧍♂️ (hardcore, daddy kink, safe word but never used, call while fucking, crying, dom!leon, crying reader, pulling out method, creampie on the stomach—not inside, cry about it/j. imagine writing 2.2k words with only smut lmfao)
Summary: After the training, Leon made his moves and manhandles you in bed while in a call with your father. Be sure not to make any noises. 🧍♂️
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You squirm to his touch, his weight on you as you whine for him to get off. “Leon…” his name left from your pretty little lips, “I’m here…” he spoke softly, his breath tickling against your skin. He place soft kisses from your neck, nibbling then biting hard.
You jolt, like the electricity went through your body. Soft choked moans got out, he growls—sucking your skin, his hands travel down to the curve of your waist, holding your hips down and drawing circle. He sharply inhales and switch to the right side of your neck, placing gentle kisses then to your jaw.
Arousal pool in your underwear, you try to squeeze your legs together but it’s his hips that’s been keeping them apart. His cock screaming from the confinement of his pants, his shirt and jeans felt a little too tight as he use one hand to unbutton two more of his polo and remove the belt from his jeans.
You could feel him as hard as a metal, you grind against his hardness to get some friction. “Please…” you choke, “hm, please what?” he teases, leaning back and pulling your legs to him, “come on, your daddy taught you words, no? Use them, baby.” He coos, leaning down again as his hands found its way to the hem of your sweater and lifts it slowly, finding consent if you wanted this. He easily took it off, you’re wearing lace blue bra, it matches the color of his eyes.
He chuckle at the color and grab your right left tits, “cute.” He mutter, you mewl and support yourself up by your elbow but quickly got pushed down by Leon. “Stay down, princess.” He warns.
He massage and circle around to your perked up nipple, “you like this?” he asked, his tone low and seducing as you desperately nod in response, he grins as he remove the strap and toss the fabric of your chests confinement somewhere in the room as he leans and kisses it first then suck on it.
You jolt and arch your back, softly moaning as you lift your hand and caress the back of his hair. He grins against your chest and gently nibble on your sensitive nipple, making you gasp and choke on your moan, “you still haven’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He hums against your chest, he looks up to see your lewd and pleasing expression.
You nodded but too embarrassed to say the exact words, “come on, baby. Use your fucking words.” He said and gave your ass a slap, then squeezing it. You yelp, “y-yes!” you stammer, he hums as he retreat his mouth from your chest—bruise and red.
He made his way, kissing down from your chest, stomach to your abdomen and your clothed cunt. He brought down your pants that’s been restricting your poor numb, he saw glints of your underwear.
You look down to see what is he eyeing and you feel more arouse when he’s admiring your soaked cunt, “Leon… Stop staring.” He chuckle at your remark, he hums and wrap his finger around the waistband and pulled it down, “hope you don’t mind.” You feel a cold air hit your naked cunt, your legs closing as Leon held it and keep them open.
“Don’t close,” he said, burying his face to your cunt without warning, you groan and let out a pornographic moan as he started to lick your sensitive bud and finger your hole. “oh, god, Leon!” you scream, his nose breathing against your clit, shaking his head lightly so he could give it some friction. Letting your arousal pool down as he tongue fuck and finger fuck you, he could feel you pulse around his tongue.
You grind against his face, chasing your high as you feel a warm and hot feeling from your abdomen—his strong hands keeping your legs apart as much as you want to close it as you come undone, he pulls his face and kept his fingers inside you—working his magic.
You spoke nonsense, a mix of curses and please, “you like that, hm? Naughty princess.” He chuckle and plunge his fingers knuckle deep inside, “fuck!” you curse as you grab a hold of his wrist, trying to push it away but you couldn’t. His hold is too strong and you felt too weak and aroused to even fight it.
“You close, sweetheart?” he asked, you nodded, desperately wanting to come to his fingers coated with your white stickiness. “Such a fucking good girl, you wouldn’t want your father to think that you’re such a whore hm? Panting on my fingers, fucking your bodyguard…” he teased, you feel so hot and bothered, tears starts flowing and coming down your cheeks.
Even if it’s just his fingers, it felt too much and how much you desperately want to finish on his fingers—the sound it makes is so loud as you finally felt near, “yes!” you yelp, but felt the sudden emptiness when Leon pulled his fingers out. “Fuck!” you choke and whined.
You sob at the lost of your release as you watch Leon unzip his pants, pulled it down just to his hip and release the built up frustration of his dick, painfully throbbing as if it was showing its gratitude to be freed from it’s tight confinement.
Your guess was fucking right, he is well-endowed. Fuck, you don’t think it’ll fit.
Leon pumps himself, his head back and softly moaning—gripping to his cock tightly and his hand moving with urgency, he place the tip to your slit. Teasing as he move his hips up and down, bumping to your clit—making you shudder and mewl. He fist his cock again, slap his dick and prepare to force it in, but you quickly grab a hold of his wrist. Swallowing your saliva and your breathing became heavy, you could almost hear your heart pounding.
“Scared?” he asked, you nodded, “I don’t think it’ll fi—” you shudder and screamed when Leon got his tip in and plunged deep into your cunt. Tears flow and drag down to your cheeks, your legs trembling and your insides pulsing and gripping to his cock.
“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.” He tease, you spout random gibberish words—trying to take his cock in. Your cunt adjusting to his size, like it’s molding to his shape. “Fuck, so tight. Tight as a fucking virgin.” He hiss, “this your first time?” he raised a brow which you obviously nodded quickly in response.
“don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you got the best cock of your life.” He remarks and slowly retreat, leaving his tip only inside. Then plunging it right in, you hiss with pain and pleasure as his tip is fucking kissing your cervix.
“Fuck, Leon!”
“That’s right, baby. Scream my name, you don’t know how long I wanted to do this so I could fuck the bratness out of you from a few days ago.” He grunts, snapping his hips against yours—knowing completely that it’s your first time and he’s being rough, “I forgot,” grin is spreading from his lips, “what’s your safe word, baby? Tell me…” he asked, you just moaned—too full of his cock hammering your insides.
You asked yourself where the fuck did he get a third leg, “r-r-r…!” you stammer your words, his dick obviously hitting you so good, “speak up!” he plunges deep, making you scream. Grabbing both of your legs and placing them of his shoulders—his hands pulling your wrist, he manhandles you like your pussy is some fleshlight.
Your eyes widens, back arch and toe curling—your gummy walls gripping to his length as you made out a word, “red!” you finally said, Leon hums and pulls to thrust back in gently. “Wasn’t so bad, hm?” he coos, he leans with your legs over his shoulder—your position in a mating press which got you choke and moan loudly, making his length reach deep inside you that you never knew.
“T-Too much…” you sob, “I know, but you can take it.” He encourage—his lips kissing your jaw, softly letting a groan slip from his lips as he thrust inside you, you think he’s giving you a breather after getting fucked like there’s no tomorrow. You close your eyes and mewl at each of his thrust.
His hips angle to certain direction to make you have a reaction, you feel that familiar release again. But he’s moving too slow that it pains you.
“L-Leon…”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“M-Move… please.” He grins to your words, “good girl.” He pulls, his hands at the back of your thigh. Your knees reach at each side of your cheeks as Leon starts to snap his hips against you, his balls hitting your anal hole and he’s deep inside. Making you mewl and cry, choking on your moans and sobbing to the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Been such a good girl for me…” he praises, “don’t be a brat again, hm?” he leans and kisses your lashes, you nod, “oh, god yes… Oh, daddy.” Your words made Leon stop, you just pant with sweat rolling down your forehead and how you whine at the sudden stop, “daddy?” he repeat.
“I never knew you’re into that, but I’ll play along.” He chuckles and flop down one of your leg while the other is still almost reaching your ear, “scream for daddy, doll.” He said and resume his brutal pace.
“you”—thrust— “hear”—thrust— “ that?”—thrust—
He asked while thrusting hard each and every word, you feel so sore and a white ring starts to draw from Leon’s length. You cry at the overstimulation that you’re starting to feel, “come on, baby. Come on my fucking dick.” He grit between his teeth, he feel your walls clamp into him tight, he let out a shudder and a soft curse, “oh, fuck…”
You came undone, but Leon is nowhere but finish.
Vrooo—
The sound of Leon’s phone vibrating, a call incoming. Leon took his phone and look at the number, you thought he’ll drop the call but he didn’t. He picked it up and put it beside his ear and resume drilling his length inside of you, making you gasp and choke back a moan. Refraining one word to come out from your lips.
The voice from the other side of the line was familiar since Leon put it on speaker, your heart drop when you learn that the voice is from your father.
“Yes, sir.” Leon hisses, groaning. “It’s nothing, I just bruised myself.” He made up an excuse, but he really is just drilling another hole inside your hole. You covered your mouth with both of your hands, muffling moans every hard thrust Leon makes.
“Your daughter?” Leon turn to you, “yeah, she’s with me.” He grins, you shake your head and begged him to not make you say something to your father, “oh, no. She’s sounds asleep, can’t wake her up or else she’ll kick me out.” He joke with your father, his pace slowing down as his free hand capture two of your wrist. Pulling you close and fucking you to oblivion with nothing to cover your mouth with.
You bit your lower lip, threw your head back and hope for the best that you wouldn’t moan a single thing—just tiny little grunts and sobs, Leon could hear it but it wasn’t loud enough to hear.
Leon put himself to mute and lean down to capture your lips, pulling you in a fiercely kiss. Desperation and lust as he devours your lips whole, you could hear your father venting.
“B-But what about…” Leon hushes you before you could continue, “don’t worry, I made sure to put myself in mute.” He assured and got back to making you come your orgasm the second time, you heard what your father is saying.
“She’s my only child, you know? I am so glad that she’s warming up to you, Leon.”
You moaned loudly when Leon flip you over and plunge deep.
“I know I did something that I shouldn’t have done that made her resent me, I know. I’m a bad husband, but I’m trying to be a better father.”
Your eyes rolling up, too much pleasure that Leon is giving you—you sob and whine at him to slow down and be gentle but he didn’t, he was addicted to what sound your cunt is making when getting fucked by his dick.
“I’m trying to be better… for her.”
There was a long pause, Leon listen to his words but very much focus on pushing you to your limit. “fuck, baby. Daddy’s near.” He hiss, he buried himself to the crook of your neck, making small but fast thrust, making your legs give out and numb. Your tears dry and your voice hoarse from all the screaming.
“Thank you for listening to me talk, Leon. Please, look after my little girl.”
The call ended.
Leon pulled out from your puffy red cunt and fist himself and release himself to your stomach, both covered in sweat and panting for air.
Your eyelids were heavy and you become sleepy, your whole body trembling from the pleasure and your hole clenching to over nothing—but you sure did heard what your father just confessed in a call.
“Sleep well, princess. I’ll take care of you.” Leon assured and kissed your temple.
You close your eyes and nod at Leon’s words, but you do know one thing before diving into your slumber.
That your father is a bad husband, but tries to be a good father.
Next Chapter>>>
#I'd let this man take my ability to walk and my virginity#i said what I said#reader you lucky bastard#can it be me#when#Golden Cage Blue Bonds series#imagine writing 2260 words and it's only smut#call while fucking? sign me the fuck up#leon kennedy x reader#re4 leon#leon resident evil#resident evil leon#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon x reader#re4r leon#bodyguard!leon#can I take just the tip
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Lucky, Lucky Girl (M) | JJK
Lucky, Lucky Girl
⟶ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
⟶ Genre: Roommates AU, Smut, 18+
⟶ WC: 6.1k+
⟶ Warnings: pwp, implied drunken state, alcohol, implied situationship, neck kisses, oral (m), making-out, choking, clit pinched once, fingering (f), finger sucking (f & m), palming (m), brief unprotected sex, etc
⟶ Beta: @jeonjcngkook // thank you so much for dealing with my massive short time frames :( i love you, sav
⟶ Summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed.
⟶ Author’s Note: Mmm, yeah. Jungkook’s back to back Weverse lives – how ‘bout that?
⟶ Song Recommendation: Unholy ft Kim Petras by Sam Smith
Masterlist ◈ Mail Box ◈ AO3 ◈ Ko-Fi
“Dirty, dirty boy!”
“Not again…” you sigh. Blinking stunned as your head rests against the fluff of your pillow.
“You know everyone is talking on the scene!”
You try not to listen intently. But with the dead of the night, where no sounds are supposed to be made, you cannot help but hear every single breathy note your roommate sings. Voice amplified with the help of an expensive karaoke microphone, synced with the slight off-tune beats that play on the device in the living room.
“I hear them whispering ‘bout the places that you’ve been!”
Your brows furrow with remorse as your hands come to clamp over your ears. Why had you thought many moons ago that buying him this damn machine would be such a lovely gift? You thought he could never do such a thing like this. Singing hours on end into the middle of the night, by himself, was never a thought that crossed your mind when you purchased your roommate a wireless karaoke machine for his birthday.
Tonight is the first time you truly regret your choice of gift giving.
“And how you don’t know how to keep your business clean!”
“Jungkook!” You shout out in agony. Hoping the man hears you through the walls of your shared apartment complex. Belching out a stern yell should surely remind him of your earlier request. “I told you two hours ago to keep it down!”
To your own judgment, you realize that Jungkook either must have not heard you or chooses to ignore you as his voice continues to sing the pop-ish, R&B song Unholy.
“Mummy don’t know –”
“Jungkook, I swear to God!”
You stand up from your bed, tossing your blankets and pillows elsewhere as you stomp toward your closed door with haste. The twist of the knob is loud as your anger seeps into your actions, the swing of your door is just as abrupt. Your feet take you directly to the living room, padding down the hallway until blinking lights from the television shine in your eyes. Empty beer cans decorate the coffee table, some even knocked over and most definitely leaving stains on the wooden top. A bowl of snacks rests nearly untouched, but the ceramic maroon plate does have leftover crumbs of a breaded food.
Jungkook is found lounging back into the couch, microphone dangling above his head as he sings into it. Black luscious and fluffy locks, that barely touch shoulder length, fall beautifully with the way his head tilts onto the back of the couch. Dark clothes suit him best, probably because you’ve hardly ever seen him wear any other shade. You can tell just by the choice of shirt and long pants that he’s done nothing but wear the most comfortable attire for his karaoke night.
His eyes must be tired considering he wears his glasses, but underneath you can see how his eyes remain close as he gushes the lyrics like it’s his job. Knowing them word for word and with the perfect tone and tune.
“Two hours!” You yell, making your position in the living room more noticeable. You stand between the television and him, anger fuming within you. Steam could fly out your ears if that were possible. “Two damn hours and you’re still singing!”
You’re matched with a puzzled look when Jungkook finally opens his eyes. He peers down between the glass of his eyewear, trying to understand if you’re really in front of him or if he’s imagining it. The song continues to play as Jungkook lacks reciting the rest of the lyrics, you’re not sure if you could handle hearing him sing it for a third time this evening.
“What?” His lips pout as his nose scrunches and you wish to wipe the undeniable cuteness from it. He knows he can get away with such a gesture. “What happened?”
“I asked you two hours ago,” you sigh, stress pouring off of your face. He’s taken your sleep and little bit of patience left of your day. You can physically feel yourself building up to explode completely. “Please, stop it. Or at least do something else. Less noisy, preferably.”
Jungkook does nothing but smirk. The microphone falls from his hand to the cushion of the couch as he leans up in a better seating position, but chooses to bob his head to the beat of the song. Moving his arms just like how the dance goes in the music video. He mumbles the lyrics to himself as the song is finishing up, dragging his pointer finger down from his forehead to his lips as he purposely, and most definitely, taunts you with his absence of attention. Preferring to rock out to the rest of the song, on his own agenda as he turns a deaf ear to you once more. There’s no way he is completely obliterated right now, you’ve seen that side of him more than once – he’s a complete mess when it happens. But here, right now, you know Jungkook is drunkenly tilting on a tipsy seesaw. Well aware of his actions.
“Are you serious?”
He bellows a laugh, eyes crinkling in the corners with happiness as he feeds off of your agitated energy. “I’m bored. This is entertaining me,” he points to the television and microphone. “I’m quite good at it.”
“Jungkook, it’s been hours,” you drawl as you feel the emotions of your anger prick at your eyes. Your chest rises and falls with a heavy exhale, if only he could comprehend how fatigued you are. “You’re lucky we don’t have neighbors because the police would have been knocking on our front door by now.”
“Come and join me,” he insists as he reaches for a thick glass. It’s the one he keeps in the freezer; the mechanism inside the walls of the cup keeps the liquid it holds cold for longer. “I have a whole other pack in the fridge or there’s liquor in the cupboard if you prefer that instead.”
“No!” You scoff, “That’s not what I want. How are you so awake right now?”
Jungkook raises his beer with an expectant look to his face, raising an eyebrow for you to catch the hint. “Alcohol keeps me up longer,” he says with a gleaming smile. “How are you ‘so awake’?” He parrots your words before he takes a large sip of his chilled beer. Enjoying the taste that rolls across his tongue and down his throat.
“You!” you exhale with a growl. A warning if anything. The word comes off like acid, meant to burn and brand the man sitting in front of you.
It doesn’t phase him how you wish it could. Your roommate just sits there minding his own business as he grabs the remote to shuffle through the next list of songs. Seeking to add another reason that will make you even more mad.
“Rainism? Do I Wanna Know? How about some Bieber?”
Even with your body covering up a portion of the screen, he still manages to know the layout and how to direct the cursor around. You can hear the annoying dings of movement as he flicks through the options, the soft sounds escalating louder the more you concentrate and focus on them. Giving those noises more energy than they originate. Just like how one watches a clock tick it's seconds away and the clicking snaps closer to an unavoidable thunderous tone.
With all your vexation boiling, your irritation allows you to act impulsively. Your fingers find the on/off switch to the television immediately, clicking it off to a blank screen. Jungkook scrambles to find the correct remote device to turn it back on, but you’re quicker than that. Smarter than that. To stop any further attempts, you even go all the way to unplugging the devices from the outlet directly attached to the wall.
“Y/n!” Jungkook whines. He exaggerates further with a click of his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
“No!” You cut him off, “I have had enough.”
You stand your ground. This is a shared apartment after all but Jungkook should respect the decency of a good night's rest. Just because he didn’t have a day like you did doesn’t mean he forgets to consider how you may feel with his actions. Usually he’s very good, half the time he’s always out with friends or work. So an occurrence like this is far beyond rare. But you can’t excuse him for spending hours into the dead of night keeping it alive with loud music and his melodic voice.
Just as you feel like you’ve once, the taste of victory on the tip of your tongue, you immediately pull back when you see Jungkook stand from the couch. The gesture isn’t casual, it’s fast. Like lightning, he has jolted from his place and speeds toward you.
To catch you and trap you.
“Come here!” He shouts behind you with a giggle as he chases you back down the hall. You race toward your room, hoping to shut him out quickly.
You’ve stirred the pot by cutting his fun short and you should know Jungkook sees your anger as cute. But there is no time for foolish playful antics. You desperately want to rest, knock out and sleep in.
“Go to bed!” You shout over your shoulder. When your eyes catch a glance of how close he’s gotten to you, the strike of panic screams throughout your entire body. Even a yelp escapes your throat involuntarily.
His hand grips on the back of your shirt just as he pulls you like a fish on a wire. It’s quick, but somehow Jungkook manages to yank you straight into his hard frame before he pins you against the hallway wall. Right next to your bedroom door.
“Ow!” You hurt from the way one of your elbows bangs against the drywall behind you. You push back on Jungkook’s hands, fighting his dominance as he attempts to hold your arms back.
Unconsciously, Jungkook leans in with each word he speaks, smiling to himself as his teeth snag onto the lip ring adorning his right bottom lip. “I’m not sorry.” Something switches within him. Eyes now peering down at your parted lips, two desirable colored pieces of flesh, he blinks silently with no other words. Jungkook finds himself stuck staring at them, how they’re parted so pretty by the gasp that leaves your lips.
You can feel the radiation of his heated gaze; a burning sensation that you cannot tell is fueled by rage or something else. The sudden fiery ambiance Jungkook’s body and demeanor gives off is enough to set a forest ablaze. Smothering, scorching. The intensity of his concentrated stare heats you up from within, a prickling spark that shouldn’t be tampered with.
“J-Jungkook?” You blink, heartbeat running laps in your chest. Your mind runs rampage like gazelles in the wild. Expanding to new, dangerous horizons. “This is bad.” The hairs on the back of your neck stand tall as a shiver runs down the base of your spine.
“Why does bad sound so good?” His warm breath fans over your ear, forcing goosebumps to dance across your skin. Jungkook slides himself closer, confessing his body to feel something more as he slithers his arms around your back as he presses you against the wall. “Can you explain that?”
“Jungkook, you’re drunk.” You try to reason with him. Maybe he isn’t in his right state of mind. You recall the lingering beer cans in the living room, surely he’s been the only one drinking them.
Or are you trying to reason with yourself?
You’re really trying to not take advantage of this situation – one you didn’t foresee yourself getting into. Because you honestly just wished for peace and quiet. This happens only once in a while. Something neither one of you are proud about. There’s been talks, endless rambling and a vicious cycle of repetitive excuses. It’s not wise to ‘fuck around and find out’ with a roommate who need to hold their own, pay for their own expenses and be responsible. If someone gets too comfortable… they could be caught slipping. Forgetting all of these rules and abusing the privilege of the other to take care of them.
Neither one of you want that. The two of you are far too comfortable being sturdy with your own ‘singleness’. The idea of stripping that freedom from you makes you cringe.
But you cannot deny that ready feeling, random spark of desire, whenever Jungkook gives you that certain look. Perhaps it’s because you have tasted what he offers. How it still can creep up and remind you how delicious he is when you’re craving that flavor.
“I’m not drunk. I'm loose. There’s a difference.” Huffing a laugh, he tickles the shell of your ear with his breath. “If you want me to go to bed so badly, bring me to yours.” Jungkook’s nose nudges along the length of your neck, drinking in the faint smell of you. “I can’t promise I’ll stay quiet though.”
His hands are warm as you feel them press against your back, hugging you tight against him. You gulp as memories flash across your brain like an old film reel. Only the best moments blasting loud in your mind, reminding you of times before. How it felt. How he is with you.
Your hands balled into fists with your temptations playing in the front of your mind. All thoughts, rational or not, dissipate as you feel the slightest touch of Jungkook’s lips stoking the skin of your neck, skimming over the areas that make you swoon. You can’t blame the tiredness you once felt now diminish and grow with glimmers of excitement. Burning like a wick.
“We can’t do this again,” you remind him as your voice falters to a mouse-like whisper.
“So this will be the last time,” Jungkook grinds his pelvis into you, pulling you against him in the same motion. You feel it, the evidence of his cock hardened and ready to press into you. “We can fuck around one more time,” he kisses your neck with delicacy, “And we’ll never have to talk about it again.”
“Was this your plan all along?” You push your chest into him for emphasis. “Annoy me so you could do this?”
“Hasn’t it always been like this?” He chuckles with his deep voice seeping out. “I’m a lot to handle and you get fed up with it. In return I shut you up.”
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate with his next move, slotting his leg between yours as he pins you against the wall. He latches his mouth onto your neck as his hands roam your body, squeezing every muscle and curve he can reach. He releases one of your hands in favor of raising one of your legs around his waist, using the angle to pin you even more.
You move quickly with the freedom of your one limb, running your hand straight to the back of Jungkook’s black thick hair and gripping a fist full. “You’re so obnoxious,” you squeal as he retaliates with a bite to your neck. Teeth nipping harder than you expect, drawing soreness to the spot the moment he releases your skin.
He leans his head back enough to look at your face, a smug grin dressing his face as his fringe hides his glasses that protect his eyes. Jungkook doesn’t look into your eyes, he’s already mapping out his plan of assault with his mouth as he leers at your lips again. He pulls your leg higher as he moves in, hungrily kissing you with deep passion and thirst. You pull him equally with the back of his neck, yanking him forward to battle his tongue with yours.
An audible growl rumbles through Jungkook’s chest. Euphoric exhilarations trickle all over your skin. Jungkook’s reckless need to touch every inch of you sets a subtle ache in your core, growing it each passing second. Kisses become rougher, more desperate, as you share air between another. His touch burns you in the most errotic way, but you’ll never admit that to his face.
Jungkook continues to pull your leg into him just so he can angle his pelvis into you, prodding his clothed covered cock between the junction of your thighs. Teasing a blissful promise to you, letting you know how he wants to dive right into your walls and stretch you open. Your hand rummages through his roots, your other still pinned against the wall with Jungkook’s.
“Bed,” he murmurs against your wet lips.
He sucks on your tongue before letting his teeth scrap softly against it as he pulls back. His body with yours, you two fumble through your bedroom doorway and land straight onto your mattress.
You’re not normally stripping off your clothes this fast, but with Jungkook it’s different. Everything is impulsive and needy. There are no thoughts, only consequences and actions. The darkness shrouds the two of you, giving you more courage to do things without thought. Whereas Jungkook has already got a bit of liquid courage yet he is very self-aware of what he’s doing right now. You pull Jungkook down with you, a new instinct – a drive – taking hold of you.
His knees dig into the bed as Jungkook lifts his shirt over and off his body after removing yours. Jungkook’s muscles flex over another in the motion of his arms pulling the material up, revealing more of his toned, tanned, and inked skin to your eyes. A sight you secretly miss seeing. His body is just as you remembered; well-defined pectorals, large bulking biceps, a rippling line of tight abdominal muscles that tighten over his stomach, even the deadly outline of a v-line dipping dangerously below the hem of his pants.
It takes you a moment to recollect yourself from gawking at him. Eyes wide like saucers, trying to etch every single detail of his body so you can think of him later when you’re left with just a battery operated toy between your legs. Numberless lines of art, mainly black but some pretty colors too, decorate the entire expanse of his right arm. Shoulder all the way to the digits of his hand. His physique is well-kept, you know this man must take care of himself. Each edge, each angle of his compliments Jungkook perfectly. You couldn’t imagine him any different.
Jungkook catches your eyes, implicitly feeding into his ego. He smirks that annoying, nearly cocky, smile that flashes his white teeth as his dark locks dangle in front of his face. He disposes his glasses to a nearby table, out of the way of any reckless behavior.
His eyes roam your figure, areas of skin he wants to touch and violate if you give him the chance.
“You’re right, you know.” You hear him mumble as his hands aimlessly glide across your front, running themselves over your chest before they cup each of your breasts. He experiments with the tender flesh of your tits, squeezing and releasing them with his control. “This is bad. It’s dangerous how much I think about fucking you. Then you let me do it,” he laughs. His tattooed arm raises as his hand runs through his hair, fingering the dark strands and curling a few behind his ear.
He drags his other hand down his front, making sure you watch each tentative movement as he runs his fingers over his body in front of you. They tantalize you, spellbind you into watching every second as he descends down to his lower region. Cuffing his bulge over the loose dark material of his pants and applying pressure to relieve some tension. He grips the sides of his cock, outlining the length as he runs the length of his shaft.
Jungkook’s tongue swipes out to lick his lips before sucking the bottom one in, snagging that sexy lip ring in between his teeth as he softly jerks himself through his clothes. His eyes, hooded and laced with dangerous lust, stare down at yours. The most subtle, audible, groan escapes through his teeth and you swear you lost every last ounce of sanity you have left for the night. Your cunt clenches with eagerness as the sound, as whiny and beautiful it sounds coming from him, hits your core like a train on impact. What you would do for more of those sounds…
Jungkook repeats the process right in front of your very eyes, gradually fisting himself even more until he can’t handle it much more himself.
“Holy shit –” you speak breathlessly. Unable to fathom the scene being played out. You lean up with a surge, a power within you of wanting to please this man. Hands gripping the sides of his dainty waist, right where his hip bones poke out, and you run your nails over them in your pursuit to free his cock. “Get naked too,” you command as you hook your fingers around his waistband.
Your fervor is impressive, making you feel like you’re doing justice while you’re truly doing something unholy. You drag his pants down his thighs, watching the way his cock springs out with happiness. The shine over his dripping cockhead welcomes you, affirms to you how stressed it must be to be touched by you. Aching to be pleased. His girth always makes you coyly smile; he radiates such energy, of course he has a package to match it.
Jungkook is solid, cock pulsing by your touch. Just palming him alone makes your core tighten, makes the dirty mind of yours wander further into the abyss of sultry. You can feel yourself leaking arousal on yourself.
“You gonna put those pretty lips around me?” You feel the way Jungkook’s fingers curl around your jaw to tilt your head toward him. His thumb runs across your lips, slowly slotting itself between them and pushing past your teeth.
With pleading eyes, you blink and nod at him. You suck on his thumb to show him what he has to look forward to, what you’re about to give him. You’re ready to do whatever it takes to make this man moan.
Your fist grips Jungkook’s dick, cautiously squeezing him as you flick your wrist up and down. Moving your body, you level your head to his pelvis after his release of your jaw. You bend your back as sexy as you imagine it can look as you keep your ass hoisted high. Leaning in, you plant a sweet kiss to his swollen tip, tasting the first moments of his salty secretions. It’s the first indication of Jungkook losing his breath as you hear a shuttered exhale.
You need more.
Your tongue lavished over the slit of his cockhead, parting the small piece to lap up every piece of precum that dares to drip carelessly from him.
“Fuck,” you hear the narrow whisper from above. His nose blows out a puff of hot air.
You ease your head down, immersing yourself on his rock hard cock. Tasting the flavor of his skin on your tongue as you wet the entire length with your saliva. Your lips tighten around him as you dip your head, bopping it down and up teasingly, wanting to taste every desirable inch of his blessed cock. You swivel and twist your tongue underneath as you suck, hard. Taking initiative to stroke what you can’t fit comfortably… for now.
“Fuck, Y/n!” Jungkook groans with an open mouth. Jaw slacking as his hips softly roll with the pace you set. You feel his hand skirt around your head, pulling pieces of your hair so he can view the way your cheeks hollow around him. “Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he hums with a tender whine. “You do it so fuckin’ well.”
Jungkook continues to whisper praises as his hips beg to thrust harder. Words of motivation help carry you to continue bobbing your head along his shaft, wanting him in deeper. So far enough to take your breath completely away from you. Your muffle moans vibrate on his cock, you can feel it twitch from time to time.
“Yeah, yeah…”
And now you hear Jungkook’s voice transition from his normal tone to that melodic tune. The one where you can hear it laced in whenever he sings his heart out. The noise you hear nearly all night long, agonizing you that it isn’t you who got those noises out from him. Until now. Where you suck harder, dip deeper to let his cock slot into your throat and stuff your mouth.
You fight all urges to gag, using every fiber in you to accept his length further past your comfort point. Pressing your nose against the soft plush of his public hairs as you melt into his pelvis, cock sliding as far as it can go into your esophagus.
Jungkook whines with satisfaction. Seeing how cock-hungry you are for him while this overwhelming pleasure sparks every heated nerve ending in his body. “You feel so fucking good,” his breath sounds labored. His fingers find a hold on the back of your head, clutching your hair tightly as he loses composure for a moment to thrust his hips into you.
“Mmf!” You resound a noise that only sounds dirty to him. Bear resemblance to a well pleased cockslut who wants nothing else but his dick. So he repeats the process again, and again… and again. Just to pull out those tasty groans as your nose is crammed against him and mouth prying wider to eat his cock.
Your eyes water at the onslaught, threatening to break past the brims of your eyes. Throat becomes coarse, abused with the intrusion that continues to batter your mouth. It’s relentless, but both you and Jungkook are hooked on the feelings you’re receiving from such an act. A single string of saliva connects your mouth to his throbbing cock when he abruptly pulls you from him, twisting your head to see how fucked-out your face looks.
It’s when you’re able to look up at him as well, seeing the way his brows furrowed as he pays close attention to you. Cheeks moving with the huffs of air he releases from his mouth. Beautiful large brown eyes taken over by his blown out pupils. The hair that hangs off his head makes you want to pull, rake your nails through and comb them. Fist it and twist it.
“Flip over,” he requests while already pulling you with him. His hands manhandle you respectfully, letting your body to turn around and rest on all fours. “So wet already,” he comments as his palms spread open your asschecks, giving him the view of everything from between your cheeks to your gorgeous pussy lips. The sheen of your arousal already slips past your vulva and dresses your inner thighs. “So pretty,” Jungkook collects some with two of his fingers, rolling the slippery mess between his digits before letting the tip of his tongue taste it. “So tasty.”
You edge your ass closer to him as he ghosts his fingers between your thighs. Slide them along the expanse of them before touching your soaked lips.
“Want you to fuck me,” you bend forward, placing your head against the mattress as your arms stretch above you to anchor yourself in place. “I warmed you up good enough. I want you to put that cock in me,” you wiggle your ass in his view. “I’m ready for you, Jungkook. Don’t you see that?”
He breathlessly laughs, astonished how easy it is for you to be so confident. So prepared to have Jungkook do what he wants. He glides his index finger though your folds, spreading your slickness across all surfaces before hovering over your entrance. Sliding that same finger in, he instantly curls it up against the ridge wall that hides your sensitive spot.
A mewl rips from your throat but you bury your mouth into your blankets below you. You feel the way your pussy eats up Jungkook’s finger, you can’t imagine how it’ll be when he sticks his cock in. Your body wants to lean back more, feel how deep his finger could go if he allows it. But Jungkook denies you that pleasure by pulling away.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad right now. I don’t care to tease right now.”
Static courses though the atmosphere. Your bedroom which serves as a resting comfort place now feels like inside an oven, heated and blazing with lustful passion.
This is exactly what Jungkook wants. Did he expect his plan to work completely? Absolutely not. Countless times he purposely does things just to get a reaction out of you, to see if you give him that energy. Just to mess with you.
Does that always lead to this? No.
Has it happened before though? Yes.
Jungkook maneuvers himself enough to skim his dick along the folds of your sopping pussy. Slowly dipping his tip into the gates of your entrance, easing it in little by little. You feel your legs widen further as he stretches you, until you’re biting back your words. Jungkook hardly submerges his cockhead before you jump up, twisting away from him with a frantic hand out.
“Whoah, wait!” You don’t notice the way your fingers shake with adrenaline as you stare at Jungkook in shock. “We need a condom!”
You could kick yourself for being so stupid, drunk on a lust haze and barely forgetting the fact you always stay protected. Never wanting an accident to happen with anyone who comes between your legs. Even Jungkook.
You’re stunned momentarily as you drink in the sight of Jungkook kneeling behind you. His hand holding the base of his cock as he holds it angled for your pussy while the other grips your hip. His abdomen tightening from the anticipation while his biceps flex as he holds back his body. Lazily, his eyes meet yours after staring down at your ass in a trance for far too long. A pout follows his frown until he catches how deep in thought he's in. Not realizing how hot and heavy the two of you acted.
“Shit, yeah. Do you have one here?”
You nod, reaching for a box under your bed quickly to pull out a small box of condoms. Jungkook happily takes one from your hand, tearing into the foil quickly and applying the rubber over his cock. He pinches the tip after slinking the condom down his shaft, pulling the elastic slightly to make it more comfortable for his member.
He glances at you, flashing you a bright smile that’s hidden with mischief. He grabs hold of your hips again and pulls you back to him, forcing you back down in an arch once again and prepares himself behind you.
“The condom just makes me fuck you harder,” he alerts as he’s pressing into you. His cockhead slips through your lips and begins dragging against your walls. A throaty groan erupts from your throat, entangled by pure blissful pleasure as Jungkook spears you open. “Makes me last longer.”
“Good,” you bark back with a smile only you can tell you wear. Your face shoves itself into your blankets as you feel Jungkook fill you up, rocking into you as you buck your hips back. His girth stretches you out in the most rewarding ways possible, making that slight stinging pain feel glorious and well deserving. “Fuck me hard then.”
Jungkook’s head swims with all the carnal desire built up. Once his other hand grips the other side of your hips you are done for. His grip is tight, desperate to keep hold of you as you squirm with his new pace. He thrusts into you, reeling you back into him with each swift movement of his hips. Sinking his cock as deep into your pussy as possible, drawing out those delicious squelching noises.
His strides speed up as the sounds of skin slapping skin gets louder. It twists your insides in a good way. Gaining a praising squeal from you as a burning coil in your abdomen tightens dangerously. Jungkook ravages his advantage on you, mounting you from behind and having ultimate control of your body. His cock slips out from the warm wetness of your cunt only to fill it aggressively back up.
Your nails pull at the blankets under you as your teeth bite into your bottom lip, breaking the plush skin.
“Ah! Yes!” You moan, pussy throbbing with excitement as Jungkook pushes you closer to a release. “Fuck – Harder!”
You beg him to rail you more. Want to feel the way he pushes you over the edge. Jungkook’s chest heaves with labor, his voice turns more whiney and groany.
Calloused and tattooed fingers snake their way up your back to your neck, slipping them around the front and hoisting you up. Jungkook drags you against him, forcing your body upright as his hips continue to slap into your backside. The angle creates new bliss, prodding harshly against a sensitive area of your walls. Steadily, Jungkook hardens his grip around your neck. Applying pressure to limit your breath.
“Aren’t you lucky?” Jungkook embeds his head in the crook of your neck, mouth sucking sharply on your skin. He lets out vocal grunts as he continues to slam into you while his other hand seeks your front. Slipping down between your thighs to toy and rub circles against your engorged clit. “Getting fucked so hard, you’ll have no problem sleeping after this.”
Your moan rings through Jungkook’s ears as your cunt spasms and convulses around his spearing cock. His new position sends you into a frenzy. Orgasm after orgasm hits you, exploding within your heated body as Jungkook’s fingers and cock ruthlessly abuse your pussy. You cry with joy, a shaky breath whispering his name like a mantra as you gasp for air.
Jungkook continues to roll his hips into you from behind, pushing you past the point of your initial release and sending you into overdrive. He pinches your clit to hear you shriek, charging his ego and exciting his senses. He’s cruel, really, to latch his teeth onto your neck as grunted breaths escape his nose as he forces himself in you. But it’s so undeniably hot as he does it.
It pushes Jungkook toward his release, cracking down his walls and busting open the floodgates as he shoots warm, white cum into the tip of his condom. Cock nudged all the way in your pussy walls as he stills, groaning with words of how good you feel around him. Your panting bodies freeze together; still kneeling and heaving like you’ve run a marathon.
Your pussy convulses as aftershocks of your orgasm vibrates around Jungkook’s lodged cock, flexing and unflexing until he slowly pulls out of you. You miss it, the feeling of him filling your walls. Now they’re left bare, empty with nothing touching them.
You want to rest your body against his, but you know you can’t. It’s not a good decision to do more damage than what has already been caused. Maybe it’s the tenderness of your beating heart that still swarms with warmth after intimacy. Although you must always shake those feelings especially when it comes to your roommate. Who has nothing to do with you on a relationship level. And only once in a while the two of you slip up and fuck your frustrations out.
Jungkook moves first which surprises you. His lean figure has no problem pushing you back down to the bed after removing both his hands from you. He flops beside you and focuses on pulling off the condom from his softening cock without spilling its contents. He ties a knot at the opening before dropping it to the floor, not caring where exactly it lands.
The bed feels plush and heavenly against your face. The cool of your blankets chill you off yet welcome you with open arms. You stare at Jungkook as your heartbeat fails to relax. Portions of his bangs stick to his forehead from the sheen of sweat that decorates it. He breathes in the cool air with his eyes closed, catching his breath as he levels his body.
“We can’t do this again,” you remind him. Slumber knocks at your front door, reminding you how tired you are. “It’ll cause problems.”
“It’s already a problem,” he groans. He doesn’t bother looking at the scowl on your face. He knows it’s there. “It’s an addictive problem.”
Aimlessly, Jungkook reaches for a portion of the blanket from under him. He brings it over him enough to tuck himself comfortably in your bed. You even fight over it with him, telling him to go to his own bed if he’s tired. Though, he doesn’t listen. He’s selective once again. Knowing that he can get away with getting under your skin. Enjoying the way you get agitated how all he needs to do is wrap his arm around your body, filling you with his warm embrace – and you cave in.
Moodboard credit: @kth1
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*whispers smth abt him making ur ass every shade of red in front of a bunch of people bc he knows u get off from it bc u were a lil too bratty that day n runs away*
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#everyone has tools they prefer but your ass is gonna be so hot n sore ur gonna regret it the next day#don’t forget the part where he puts a vibe in you bc he can see how wet you and taunts you for how much you love it#whispers in your ear so no one but you can hear every sweet and filthy thing he says#then maybe if ur lucky he might make you [🫠]#ok byeee#jjk smut#bnha smut#mha smut#smut hcs#jujutsu kaisen smut#boku no hero academia smut#aged up characters#bakubunny#tw impact play
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No Ordinary Love
Pairing: Leon x SuccubusFemale!Reader
Summary: Leon Kennedy is addicted to you.
Warnings: songfic, SMUT, touch-starved leon, needy!leon, reader does feed on him
Author's Notes: hello! this fanfic is so important to me due to the song that inspired me to write: No Ordinary Love by Sade. if you don't know Sade, please go and listen to her. it was super hard to edit this fanfic cause the song is so freaking good and i kept getting distracted. anyway, reader is a succubus, but she might not be a "proper" succubus, i will adapt for my writing needs. this fanfic might have a prequel (how they met, after re2 events) and a sequel, so we shall see. i hope you enjoy!
leon's masterlist
"I gave you all the love I got
I gave you more than I could give
Gave you love"
It is late when Leon Kennedy knocks on the familiar door after just landing from Spain. He is exhausted, with images of the last days tormenting his head. Ada. Ashley. Luis's death. As a loop, he sees their faces over and over again. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the door before him and the person who will open it. Some part of him knows he shouldn't be there, something deep inside his soul is telling him to leave, he doesn't deserve you, but when the door flies open, all thoughts inside his head disappear.
Everything else disappears around him.
There is no more Ada. No more Ashley, Luis, or even Leon S. Kennedy. Only you.
"I gave you all that I have inside
And you took my love
You took my love(...)"
You wear an oversized black shirt that goes just above your knees. Your beauty always seems to leave him breathless because no one should look this stunning. It is unfair. Leon forgets how to speak and how to act. He is just a rookie all over again. The hopeless rookie who met you years ago, desperate for some comfort, any comfort after Racoon City. Only you matter right now. Shit, he hasn't realized how much he missed you. Your touch. Your kisses. Your warmth.
"Do you know what time it is, Kennedy?" You yawn, crossing your arms. Understandable, he woke you up in the middle of the night. You had all the right to be angry if you wanted; Leon feels like shit about it, though he couldn't wait until the morning to see you.
"Yes. May I come in?" His voice way is softer than his usual tone, but again, he is different when it comes to you. He is not the same person around you.
Your eyebrows arch, surprised, and Leon notices your nipples harden against your shirt. Perfect.
"I don't know. Can you?"
"When you came my way
You brightened every day
With your sweet smile(...)"
Please, let me in. Please, Leon begs mentally, and you smirk as if listening to his silent pleas. As if you could read his mind, knowing precisely how much he needs you.
"Please?" Leon murmurs, looking at your bare feet, not believing how fragile his voice sounds.
Not after all those things he had killed or everything he had gone through, he would still be clay in your hands. It didn't matter how many times he saved the world or how many he killed, you would still be the one who put Leon on his knees, this invisible force pulling him for you.
Leon doesn't know what would happen to him if you deny him. He might die as a thirsty man who got close to the oasis but failed to drink the water. Or got so close to the sun and burned himself before touching it. All those thoughts rush through his mind before your feet finally, finally give him passage, and Leon thanks mentally for your benevolence.
Leon starts walking into your house before you stop him, hands on his chest. You stare at his expression for a second, and Leon's heart beats so fast that he finally feels like living again.
"You don't look well. Was it hard this time?"
Leon's mind flashes with everything that happened to him in the last couple of days. He doesn't have to say anything: you know Leon better than anyone. You nod as if reading his mind again, closing the door.
"I will take care of you. Come."
"Didn't I give you
All that I've got to give, baby(...)"
Leon's mind drifts away. He would lie if he said he didn't like the taste you left on his body, his heart, on his soul. You were like a drug, the strongest he had ever tasted.
"Leon."
Oh, how much he missed your moans. Your desperate sobs of his name as he pushed his cock inside of you, as a madman. There is nothing, nothing in this world that would separate you from him.
"Leon."
"I keep trying for you
There's nothing like you and I, baby(...)"
He doesn't know what happens when he is inside of you, a feeling he can't describe. It is different from everything he tried before: you delight him. You keep him there while you take away the pain, sadness, and anything he had inside. You amplify all his senses as you empty them. He watches as your boobs bounce and your eyes light with a strange glow, but he doesn't care. Leon only cares about being yours.
He moans a lot, too: he begs. Begs for you not to leave him, begs you to stay with him forever, and implores you to love him. Tells you there is no else for him, except for you.
Leon can feel you are close, and he trembles under your power, trying to match your thrusts. All he can focus on is how tight you are squeezing him now, how delicious you look on top of him, how much he loves being yours, being loved by you.
"This is no ordinary love
No ordinary love"
When Leon cums, his vision gets hazy. He holds your ass down rougher than he would want, so you don't move. He likes to feel his seed inside you, his eyes rolling to his head.
Leon Kennedy ceases to exist to exist again only because of you.
When you fall to his side, Leon can't move. He never moves after cumming inside of you, that feeling of you squeezing tight, taking all that he has. Leon feels your gentle hand taking his hair from his sweaty face, kissing his lips, and savoring it. He moans in your mouth, grabbing your hips with the bit of strength he still has.
"Feeling better, Leon?"
Leon nods, his big blue eyes begging him not to leave you. To stay with him forever. He is more exhausted than when he arrived, but he is grateful. You smile compassionately, the strange glow in your eyes slowly disappearing, laying your head on his chest.
"I lo-"
"Shhh, Leon. You have to rest now. Everything will be okay in the morning. Sleep, my love."
As a command, you watch Leon Kennedy sink into darkness. You sigh, listening to his heartbeats, the sensation of satisfaction and fullness in your veins not enough to dismiss the tiny feeling of worry you had before. Or the happiness when you saw him. Or the feeling that he belongs to you and only you. There were too small to consider but not small enough to ignore. You shake your head and find yourself foolish as you make circles on Leon's chest. Now, after all the years, was not the time to get sentimentalist. You fall asleep, ignoring the sensation of comfort of being in Leon's arms.
"Keep trying for you
Keep crying for you
Keep lying for you
Keep flying and I'm falling
And I'm falling"
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon x reader#leon x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy has heart eyes for this reader#while reader is like YES MIDNIGHT SNACK#this fanfic is so important to me!! leon is so lucky for me to choose him to be a sade theme song#he has no idea
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lucky pt. 2 - cl16
Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
Summary: in which you and your childhood best friend, are most definitely in love, but it's too complicated (or is it?)
Warnings: most french edited by @softtdaisy (shoutout to her!!), SMUT, angst, 18+, not proofread
Word Count: 2,695
Author's Note: I absolutely loved writing this!! I know I said I would wait for the poll to end but I think we can just do bonus scenes in the future if wanted!! xoxo
PART 1 BONUS
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“Imbécile,” Idiot. Arthur throws a piece of his balled-up napkin, hitting you right in the face. “Maman wants you there, pas d’excuses.” No excuses.
It had been almost two weeks since you and Charles last spoke. The both of you far too stubborn to bring up the argument you last had. Instead, you ignored the problem at hand. By not seeing each other. Sunday dinner at Pascale’s was a weekly occurrence. One that you failed to attend last week, and it was shame on you if you missed another because of Charles.
You release a heavy sigh, acknowledging that you’re about to yield and head over to Pascale’s. After all, it’s not entirely her fault that her son seems to be obvlious to certain things.
“Il est fou amoureux de toi!” He is in love with you! Arthur exclaims softly as he notices your eyes won’t stray from the icy window of the café you are both seated in. You felt your throat tighten at the phrase.
“Ce n’est pas grave, Arthur,” It doesn’t matter. It didn’t matter. Him being in love with you wasn’t always enough, or so you thought. He could barely commit to his ex-girlfriend. Could he commit to you? You couldn’t handle losing him if it didn’t work out. It was a recipe for disaster to begin with.
The two of you didn’t realize how dark it was already getting. Meaning you were for sure late to Pascale’s.
“Tu viendras avec moi?” Will you come with me?
“Bien sur.” Of course. You couldn’t not go. One, because you knew nothing but seeing Pascale will put a smile on your face. Two, Arthur wouldn’t let you leave this café without dragging you to his Maman’s first.
It was a short drive from the café to Pascale’s place. The limited size of the principality made the journey quick, allowing you to take in the charming scenery along the way. As you approached Pascale’s home, a smile graced your lips at the sight of the festive decorations adorning the steps.
Pascale’s touch was evident in the small Christmas trees, their lights casting a warm glow that sparkled beside the front door. The holiday spirit infused the air, creating a sense of coziness and anticipation.
The warmth of Pascale’s home enveloped you as Arthur swung the door open. His hand gently found its place on the small of your back, guiding you inside with a gesture that spoke of familiarity and care.
He assisted you in shedding the layers of clothes you wore. Your scarf and jacket were in his hands, swiftly finding their place on the nearby coat rack. Amidst the exchange, laughter bubbled up, a spontaneous reaction to the slightly comical struggle Arthur faced in unraveling the scarf from your neck.
The sound of shared laughter echoed through the entrance and into the home, allowing the others to become alert of your presence.
“Que se passe t’il?” What’s going on? You felt your laugh stop almost instantly.
Charles’ question hung in the air, and for a moment you were caught off guard. The warmth of Pascale’s cozy home surrounded you, but the sudden seriousness in his tone made you pause. You looked into his eyes, searching for any hints of the playful banter that usually characterized your interactions.
He stood not too far away, a soft white hoodie and a casual pair of jeans on. You felt your heart clench with want. You missed him. You wanted to hug him and never let go.
“Rien, juste une journée un peu folle,” Nothing, just a bit of a crazy day. You replied with a sheepish smile. Your attempt to brush off the question with a casual response didn’t escape Charles notice. He studied your face for a moment, trying to decipher your emotions.
Arthur, sensing some tension, guided you towards the living room and past Charles. As you both settled into the inviting cushions, the crackling sounds from the fireplace filled the room with a soothing rhythm.
Pascale entered the room carrying two glasses of wine. “Ma fille,” My girl she says, a term of endearment feeling much like a warm embrace to you. Pascale handed you one of the glasses with a tender smile, sealing the gesture with a gentle kiss on your cheek.
Charles’s unease didn’t go unnoticed as he took a seat on the sofa across from you and Arthur. The atmosphere seemed charged with tension, and Pascale’s seemingly casual question carried a weight that went beyond mere curiosity.
“Est-ce que tu vois quelqu’un?” Are you seeing anybody? Pascale asked, her tone gentle but perceptive. The question, on the surface, appeared to be a routine inquiry about your romantic life. However, the underlying context hinted at a concern born out of a missed dinner and deviation from the usual routine.
The atmosphere in the room shifted as you became acutely aware of Charles’s intense gaze beside Pascale. Seated on the couch, his eyes bore into you with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very core of your being. His eyes, like embers, conveyed a myriad of emotions – curiosity, intensity, and perhaps a touch of scrutiny.
“Maman, laisse-la tranquille,” Leave her alone. Arthur speaks before you can. A sense of relief filling you up as you take a large gulp of the red wine in your glass.
Pascale scrunches her eyes at Arthur, poised to deliver a retort that only she knows. However, before any words escape her lips, the timer in the kitchen interrupts the moment. “Arthur, viens m’aider.” Come help me. Arthur gives you a sympathetic look before leaving the room following Pascale.
Lost in thought, your gaze fixates on the flickering flames within the fireplace. The dancing firelight casts shadows that capture your attention, creating a mesmerizing display that seems more captivating than acknowledging a brooding Charles, seated across from you.
“Tu ne peux pas m’ignorer éternellement,” You can’t ignore me forever. His voice interrupts your train of thought, gently pulling you back into the present moment.
The solitary sentence prompts an immediate eye roll from you. How dare he? How dare he pretend that you’re the only one at fault?
“Ne lève pas les yeux au ciel en me regardant,” Don’t roll your eyes at me. The atmosphere shifted as he rose from his seat on the couch, undoubtedly making his way to occupy the now vacant spot beside you. However, the nature of his touch became more intimate than you anticipated. His hands ventured onto your thigh, traveling higher than the boundaries of a typical friendship would permit.
In a disconcerting turn of events, his other hand gripped your jaw, redirecting your gaze to meet his. The sudden change in physical proximity and the assertiveness of his actions left palpable tension in the air.
“Vas y,” Make me. You provoked him deliberately, seeking to burrow beneath his skin, much like he had already done under yours.
“Viens chez moi.” Come home with me. It wasn’t posed as a question; rather, it was a firm demand – one you were aware you would yield to. You didn’t need to articulate your response; he could discern it just by the slow flicker of your eyes to his. Without another word, you withdrew your chin from his hands and stood up, making your way into the kitchen, and leaving him behind.
“Nous avons des choses à discuter.” We have more to discuss. You hear him say loud enough for you to hear but low enough for no one else to hear before you cross into the threshold of the kitchen.
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Discuss.
You laughed mentally at the word. You and Charles were indisputably not engaging in anything resembling a discussion, that much was certain. Unless you consider the dirty phrases, he’s whispering in your ear a discussion.
“Tu es tellement sexy,” You’re so hot. Charles moans into your mouth as he pushes you onto his unmade bed, falling with you in the process. Both of your clothes were long gone— strewn along the pathway you took from his front door to his bed. “Faite pour moi, putain.” Fucking made for me.
He didn’t know where to look, darting from your thighs to your lips to your unforgettable eyes. His jaw flexed as he let out a soft growl deep in his chest as his finger hooked into the band of your delicate silk panties and ripped them from your body. “Je t’en achèterai advantage.” I’ll buy you more.
He was so impatient. Couldn’t even wait until he tossed your panties to the side before his mouth was on your center. You gasped as his lips enveloped your sensitive clit and getting a full taste of you. He moaned, dipping his tongue inside of you.
You really believed you could die right here and now. He pulled away momentarily just to look at you, glistening and moaning beneath him. It was a sight he wanted to burn in his memory forever.
“Tu me rends fou." You drive me insane.
You couldn’t stop moaning. You wanted to tell him that he was the one who drove you insane. That the feeling was more than mutual. But you were incoherent with pleasure. Incapable of words.
He curved two fingers inside of you, almost instantly rubbing your g-spot. “Yeah?” He edged you on. His words alone pushing you to the threshold of your orgasm. “Tu aimes ça?” You like that?
His words were nearly as perilous as his touch. He was smirking above you like the cocky motherfucker he was. You felt delusional as his fingers stroked your g-spot continuously that when he flipped you over and pulled you up to your knees, you let out a shriek of surprise.
You felt your orgasm closing in as he refused to let up on the assault of your clit. Your orgasm came so fast, you couldn’t even warn Charles before you were trembling all over his fingers.
“Oui, soak me.” Your orgasm was explosive, you could feel your legs shaking. Before you could even recover from the last orgasm, Charles was bringing his fingers that were coated in you to his mouth.
“J'ai vraiment besoin de toi,” I really need you. You muttered softly. The confession so raw. It made Charles heart clench with need to ravish you completely. To ruin you for anybody else.
His grip on your hips tightened as he slipped himself inside of you, eliciting a loud groan. “Mon dieu,”My God. He moaned. “Tu me fais me sentir si bien,” You make me feel so good.
Your pussy clenched tightly around him at his words. His breaths were jagged and heavy in your ear as he took you harder and harder.
“Ma salope,” My slut. He groaned, bottoming himself out. “My lucky.”
He could tell that you were there already again, the way you were squeezing him so tight and the clench of your hands trying to support you on the mattress.
“C’est si bien que ça?,” Is it that nice? “Gonna come for me?”
You did. Your eyes wet with tears from the intensity as his hands squeezed your hips, leaving bruises. He didn’t stop the assault on your pussy, kept pounding into you. He was ruthless.
He threw his head back with a string of curses before pressing soft kisses to your back. He didn’t bother to pull out. He wanted you full of him. In all ways, shapes, and forms. He was selfish. You were thankfully on the pill. He held himself there for a few moments before pulling out and rolling you over to your back so you could face him. He buried his face into your neck, leaving small gentle kisses as you both caught your breath.
Eventually Charles was able to find the strength to stand and clean you up, pressing a warm cloth to your center as he peppered small kisses to the inside of your thighs. You felt your heart flutter as he tossed the cloth into the hamper and joined you back in the bed, pulling you into his chest under the covers.
You could feel his mind was running a million miles a minute as he traced small circles on your skin. He wanted to ask if you went on any other dates. But he couldn’t handle if you said yes.
“Qu’est-ce que tu as en tête?” What’s on your mind? You asked.
You were preparing for yet another fight. There was no escaping it any longer. The only sound that filled the air was both of your breathing.
“Je veux que tu sois mienne.” I want you to be mine. As you lay on his chest, you sensed his heartbeat quickening. In response, a soft laugh escaped you, uncertain of how to reply. The weight of your reaction hung heavy in the air, adding more pressure.
You had to put a stop to this. You felt the panic constricting your throat. You couldn’t continue down this path with him. As you tried to sit up and distance yourself from Charles, his hand swiftly seized your arm, compelling you back towards him. He was determined to make you stay, refusing to let you escape from this conversation any longer.
“Non, arête de fuir le sujet,” No, stop running away from it. He insisted, urging you to stop evading it. “Il sait déjà que tu m’aimes,” I already know that you love me. He declared, his words rushing out of him uncontrollably. It was as if he couldn’t halt the flow, a sense of panic palpable in his voice.
You loved him; it wasn’t a secret. Fear held you back. The thought of losing him permanently if things didn’t work out was too daunting. So, you’ve tried to maintain a distance, but it was futile. It was as if he had become your vital source of oxygen – indispensable. You found yourself inextricably linked; your souls entwined.
“Je ne veux pas te perdre!” I don’t want to lose you. You felt the words rush out of your mouth in a frenzy. His touch, his stare, this conversation was all too much to handle.
“Je t’aime!” I love you! He repeated it over and over. He wouldn’t stop. You could see the anger forming in his face with each proclamation he made. He was angry. Why wouldn’t you listen? Why wouldn’t you believe him?
“Je suis bien avec toi!” I feel good when I’m with you!
“Tu me plait!” You make me happy!
“J’ai envie de t’embrasser!” I want to kiss you!
“Sans toi, je ne suis rien!” Without you, I am nothing!
“Tu es l’amour de ma vie!” You’re the love of my life!
“Je veux passer ma vie avec toi!” I want to spend my life with you!
“Mon dieu, I even breathe better when I’m with you.”
Tears spilled from your eyes, but he persisted, like a broken record playing an urgent message. His need for you to understand was palpable. He laid bare his soul, expressing that if it wasn’t for you, it would be no one. The pain in his chest mirrored the intensity of his emotions.
His hands held you tightly, rendering you incapable of moving. He needed you close. In response, you brought your hands to his face, swiftly pressing your lips against his.
You felt him grab your face during the kiss, his thumbs brushing the tears from your eyes in the process.
“You’re mine. My lucky,” he broke the kiss. “You’ve always been mine.”
Your gazes locked, and you held each other’s eyes for an extended moment, as if attempting to decipher the entirety of each other’s thoughts through this intense connection.
“Oui?” He asked softly, seeking confirmation. He needed to hear you say you were his, a moment he had been waiting for his entire life. He knew he had you now. But he wanted your words.
You recognized there was no longer an option to escape. You belonged to him, and it wasn’t up for discussion. He possessed your heart and soul entirely. You knew that you needed to take a risk. A risk for him.
You nodded your head slowly, “Oui.”
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gojo’s puppygirl who he loves coming home to (and breeding when he’s had a particularly stressful day) and fucks their mouth while they eagerly wag their tail
just seeing how excited you are when he comes home, eyes all lit up with stars and tail wagging uncontrollably :( he can’t help but pet all over you n grope you here and there .. giving you soft praises of being such a perfect sweet puppy for him, all dumb with nothing but wanting to please on your mind — which is exactly what he needs now, for you put that pretty mouth to use and relieve him of the day’s stress .. and it’s satoru, of course he gets carried away while groaning n throwing his head back, opting to hold you down on his cock while he shallowly thrusts his hips into your mouth :( he feels bad but you take it so well, without complaint, that he can’t stop himself from painting your throat in multiple strings of his cum .. and when he pulls you away ; the sight of your teary eyes and face covered in cum, he thinks you’re the prettiest puppy ever.
#he’s sooooo lucky to have someone as eager as you#this also brought me back to my puppygirl phase ah!!#keep more of this coming nonnie 🥺🥺#seraph.replies!#gojo smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut
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thinking about first mate! Killer who insists on fucking you before Kid does, just so he can check you’re worthy enough for his beloved captain. he’d be so degrading and mean to you, calling you filthy names and making you prove yourself as worthy to please Kid properly.
#maybe if you’re lucky kid might even sit and watch you#one piece#kid pirates#eustass kid#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#eustass kid headcanons#eustass kid x reader#eustass captain kid#killer one piece#killer x reader#killer x reader x kid#killer op#killer headcanons#killer smut#eustass kid smut
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“i just put hand sanitizer on” 😭😭
evan peters ily for this
#this is so funny#evan in the wild#those lucky girls#the way he had to tell them do it wasn’t weird guh gigi#i love this man#i would shake his hand like that ngl#evan peters#evan peters smut#kai anderson#ahs#ahs fandom#sarah paulson#tate langdon#evan peters x reader#evan peters imagine#american horror story#ahs 11#ahs edit#ahs smut#ahs fic#ahs cult#ahs coven#ahs murder house#tate ahs#evan peters fic#kit walker#james patrick march#lily rabe
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