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Tricking you.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader.

April Fools’ Smut Fic.

I never gave detail on how I depict Trafalgar but I see him with tanned skin and with vitiligo from the lead disease he had. (I’m not that far but I know he had that disease. I hope I’m right on this- I head-canon that he had permanent skin changes from it- hence the vitiligo).

Tbh- I also headcanon that when Law switches people’s souls, that person gains the body’s common habits.

Contains: GUYS- IT’S SOMETHING DIFFERENT- Misuse of devil fruit in the very beginning. Reader and Law soul swapped. Reader is in Law’s body. Law is in Reader’s body (They obviously still have their original voices). Law and Reader experiening each others body habits. (Like how Reader loves sucking Law off and Law enjoys filling Reader up.) Law is still the dom (sorta-) even if he’s in your body. Reader’s doing all the fucking. Oral. (Reader receiving in Law’s body.) Leg Glider to Missionary. Ik it gets confusing at some points but beat with me alright? It’s something different. I must I’ve been in a mood or sum bc GODDAMN-

“Room.”

“Shambles.”

You groan out lowly and open your eyes, your eyesight extremely different than it was before. You tried to roll over onto your side but you feel something restricting your movement- something tight around your both your wrists and ankles.

You groan out irritably but the sound of your voice suddenly causes you to freeze.

Your voice wasn’t yours.

And your body wasn’t yours.

Peering down at your body with wide eyes, you notice a male physique with tanned skin and vitiligo alongside significant tattoos that were vividly familiar in your eyes.

“Finally you’re awake, I thought I was gonna be alone tonight…” Your head shoots up at the sound of your voice fading into the bedroom. You look over in the direction you hear your voice and you eyes widens as you see your body walking towards you. “Wh-What?” You say, a bit shocked to see your naked body standing before your eyes without looking into a mirror.

“Aww, still a little sleepy?” She asked you, tilting her head to you while you sat there in genuine confusion and shock. “How in hell…” You asked yourself quietly, staring into your own eyes while she walks over to the bed. Her hand cups you face, feeling along your facial features and staring into…someone else’s eyes while you stared back into your own.

“I swapped our bodies, wasn’t that obvious baby girl? It’s me, Law.” He snickered, slwoly climbing onto the bed and softly placing his body onto yours. “Traffy!? So- Fuck, you goddamn fool.” You groaned out before chuckling, throwing your head back in relief as you finally understood what was going on. Law giggles to himself before full on laughing, happy that his little trick had gotten you all shaken up.

“Funny April fools prank isn’t it? I’ve never done it with you so of course it startled you.” Law continued chuckling, his hand combing through your hair while you gave him a little pout in response. “I thought I was kidnapped and formed into something else, don’t scare me like that…” You pouted to him, your eyes trailing down your body you were in as you admired Law’s physique which happened to be yours.

Law unties your wrists and ankles and you look down at your hands which were now larger Law’s himself. You look down at Law who smiles up at you before pushing you down onto the pillows.

“Well, I wanted to try somethin’ different. I’m sure you’re fine with it too since you’ve been to her what it would be like in my body~” Law says, his hands sliding up and feeling along his body he was in while he lets out a shaky little gasp.

You watched as he groped his breasts and mewled out at the sensation of his fingertips against the soft mounds before he bit his lip seductively. His hips softly grinds his bare pussy against your bulge within your briefs, a heavy gasp leaving your lip as you unconsciously begin to grind your hips up against him. He could already feel you growing hard within your briefs which makes him reach his hand out and grab the hem of your briefs.

He slowly pulls them off and you gasp out shakily as you watched your cock pop up and out into the air. “I know you wanna try something different anyway, so let’s just enjoy it while it lasts, okay?~” Law whispers to you, his body slowly lying down onto his tummy while he stared down at your cock. You nodded softly to him and bit your lip, a little nervous yet excited to try something different with Law.

Law looks up into your eyes and chuckles mischievously, his hand reaching out to your length and grabbing your shaft a bit tightly. The sudden touch makes you moan out before you shuddered against him, your handing moving up to your mouth out of shyness and slight nervousness.

“Don’t be shy ________-Ya. For now, I own your body and you own mine. I want you to do whatever comes out on impulse. Pull on my hair, grab my hips…do whatever you want to do.” He says to you, trying to give you a bit more confidence on being in his body. You sigh out and nodded to him, staring down into his eyes while you watching him press his lips to your tip.

You mewl out as you watched him lick a stripe up your shaft, a groan leaving him as wraps his lips around your length before bobbing his head. You let out little moans and groans of ecstasy as you watched him suck your cock, his hands reaching up and grabbing your hips while you pressed your hand to his head.

He gags a bit and a few tears begin running down his face as he continued to try and take your cock deep down his throat. You hiss out and throw your head back before groaning out shakily, your eyes already rolling up as you enjoyed his mouth taking in cock. He begins bobbing his head up and down a bit more, a few moans occasionally leaving him as he sucked your cock so diligently.

“Ah~ Oh fuck~ T-Traffy~” You gasp out, your fingers combing through his longer and pretty strands as your cock began to twitch against his tongue. He hums out and smiles to you as he felt your cock twitching in his mouth, his hands fondling and playing with your balls while he slowly removed his lips to speak with a little pop.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?~ Cmon then~ Paint my tongue with your jizz~” He hisses out to you, his tongue flicking and sliding along your sensitive tip. You mewl out as begin bucking your hips a bit, your voice growing loud while you felt yourself getting hot and bothered.

“I-I’m going to~ P-Please keep sucking my cock like that Traffy~” You whined to him, your begging making him giggle a bit. “I didn’t think I’d picture myself saying that…” He laughed, his hand beginning to stroke your shaft while he wrapped his lips back around your length. You whine and gasped out to him shakily as you felt your cock yearning to burst, your balls tightening within one of Law’s hands

“Cumming!- C-Cumming!~ Fuck! M’cumming!~” You grit you teeth and your eyes rolled up to the back of your skull as you grip Law’s strands tightly, yanking him farther onto your shaft and making him gag suddenly from taking to much of your length dow his throat. His eyes widens and waters as you cum down his throat so quickly yet easily, the salty and slightly bitter taste enveloping his tongue and throat.

His groans melted into moans as he drinks and gulps down your seed, your flavor overpowering his tongue while his body shudders from the flavor. He groans out shakily as his brows furled tightly, his eyes rolling up as his orgasm hits him hard like a brick. His pussy gushes while his nails clawed at your hips, his throat tightening and still swallowing around your length while you whined out in sweetened pleasure.

“God~ Fuck, I came so much~” You whined out, your body still trembling while you slowly pulled Law’s mouth from your length. He gasps out and inhales deeply before coughing just a bit, his eyes looking up into yours before he smiles up at you. You could see just a little bit of seed spilling past his lips and you chuckled a bit.

“Sorry Traffy…” You apologized to him, your hand combing through his strand while you rubbed his head. He mewls out and sticks out his tongue to you, showing that he had swallowed everything to you which makes you smile. “Ooh~ Good boy~ You swallowed up all of my cum deep down your throat~” You mewled to him, patting your thighs and motioning for him to get up into your lap.

He obeys and crawls onto your lap, his cunt soaking and drenched with his own cum and slick as he sat there on your bare thigh. “Is this how your body always feels when I’m cumming down your throat? I enjoyed that way too much than I was supposed to…” Law asked you, peppering a smooch to your lips before he looked deep into your eyes.

You blushed and nodded in response to his question, your eyes looking away from him out of slight embarrassment. “It always feels so good when you cum down my throat~ I’m guessing you enjoyed it too?” You asked him, a little snicker falling after. “Yeah…I did, I love fucking your throat but you’re too sweet to be that mean huh?” He teased you, his hand playing with the scruff beneath your chin while his other hand traced at your tattoos.

“W-Well…I don’t want my throat being sore in the morning when we switch back.” You huffed, crossing your arms while Law spreads his legs open to you. Law lies back onto the bed and into his side before he wiggles his hips a bit, urging you to come and get a good grab on him and his hips. “Well? Come on! I wanna see how this feel~ I wanna know how your body feels when you’re getting fucked by my cock.” He says, smiling to you while you stared down at him.

You chuckle nervously and gulped before scooting closer to him and getting down onto your knees. Your thumbs spreads his pussy open and a mewl leaves him while he watched you stare down at your own pussy. “I’ve never seen it from this angle…” You whisper to yourself, your fingers toying at his clit while you observed his slit from this different angle. Law shudders and huffs out heavily, his tongue trailing across his lips while he watched you play with his pussy and thighs.

“O-Oi! Eyes up here, quit starin’ and ogling your own pussy and fuck it already!” Law snapped at you before groaning out impatiently, his tone making you giggle at his desperation. “If you wanna know how my pussy feels then I’ll show you~” You drool out onto his slit and rub the natural lubricant out into his pussy before pressing your tip up against his entrance.

He stared down and mewls out softly while he watched you lift one of his legs into you shoulder. Your tip kissed his entrance and you slowly begin to slide into his cunt, a slightly pain groan leaving him as you did. You hiss and moan out shakily, enjoying the feeling of his velvety walls sucking your cock in.

“H-Holy fuck~ Y-Your dick is s-so fuckin’ big~” Law mewls out, his hands gripping the quilt beneath both of your bodies. “Ah~ Y-You mean your dick T-Traffy~ T-That’s how I feel every time you enter me~” You explained, your moans all light as you continued to slowly thrust into him.

Your grip on his leg tightens and you thrusted yourself deep inside of his cunt, a loud moan spilling out of his lips as a groan spilled from yours. “B-Big~ S-So big!~” He groans out to you. You huff out and thrust hard into his cunt making him moan out suddenly and shakily as he felt you bottom out inside of him without warning.

“F-Fuck! Oh fuck!~ S-So deep~” He moans loudly, his body trembling beneath you while he shut his eyes tightly. You begin thrusting into him rather fast, his pussy producing squelching noises and sucking your cock in rather deep. “Fuck~ Your pussy feels so fucking good~ I love how warm and sticky it is inside~” You huff out shakily, a whine spilling out past your lips as your thrusts began to grow sloppy and unrhythmic.

Law couldn’t help but to moan out and melt beneath your body, his hands clawing at the quilt while his face scrunches up with ecstasy. “Ohh fuck~ Your dick is so fuckin’ deep inside of my pussy~ Your cock is grinding against my g-spot so good~ I-I see how y-you feel now!~” Law mewls out, his eyes staring into yours while you huff out heavily to him.

Your body pushes up against his and your knees dig deep into the mattress while the bed begins to rock heavily and frantically from your haphazard thrusts. Law didn’t mind it at all, even if your thrusts were rather uneven and sloppy, he still enjoyed the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his cunt and kissing his g-spot.

It was a rather different yet sensational feeling.

“I-I didn’t know my pussy felt this good to you~” You mewl out shakily, your arms wrapping around his body while your nails begins to scratch at his back.

“Ah~ O-Of course it does, I-I didn’t expect my cock to do this much damage to your cunt~ Yet here we are…and it feels so fucking good~” Law hums our, wrapping his arms and legs around your body while gasping out to you.

Your hands held on tight to Law’s hips as you thrust into his cunt just a bit faster, a gasp leaving you as you felt your cock twitching within Law’s warmth. His pussy sucked you in deep, pulling you in and not wanting to let go of you. You groaned out as your brows furled, your thrusts growing a bit sloppier as you struggled to stay in sync as if you already were beforehand.

“Fuck~ T-Traffy I-I’m c-close again~” You whimpered to him, biting your bottom lip as you your nails clawed at his hips. Law mewls out before pressing his lips against yours, giving you a sloppy yet deep and needy kiss. “Cum baby~ Fill up my fucking pussy~” Law hisses, his arms pulling you closer to him while his pussy tightens and clings around your shaft.

You gasp out and shut your eyes, your breathes deep and heavy as you finally feel yourself ready to release. “Oh god~ Fuck! Fuck Traffy!~” You hold on tight to his body as you trembled against him, your cock releasing your seed deep inside of his pussy. Law moans out rather loud and angelically as his body shudders hard against yours before he squirts and gushes out around your length.

“Ooooh fuck~ Oh fuck~” Law moans out shakily, his hands trembling against your shoulders as he presses his lips against yours once again. You hum out and kissed him lovingly before pulling away, a laugh falling after as you stared into his teary eyes.

“Are you okay Traffy?” You asked him, your hand playing at his soft skin while he lied there breathing heavily. “Y-Yeah…I’m fine. Fuck why did that feel so good…? Y-Your orgasms are so fucking amazing…” He heaved out shakily to you, his arms wrapping around you as he grew indecisive with his decision or rather- fought with your body’s habit of holding on to him.

“I felt good too Traffy…I’m just assuming that you can handle yours better than mine?” You asked, staring at him and rubbing against your skin. “I-I can’t always handle them but fuck your body had to have been pent up or something.” Law sighs out, lying down and cuddling up against you.

You pulled him close and groaned out, your hand reaching out waffling with his. “Um…Traffy?” You called out to him, quirking a brow to him and watching as he turned over his shoulder to look at you. “Hmm? What is it?” He asked, rolling over to face you before cracking a smile. You cleared your throat before groping at one of his breasts, causing him to mewl out suddenly.

“How’re we supposed to change back you idiot?” You asked him, pouting to him. He sighs out before curling up into your embrace. “I’ll tell you in the morning…I’m sleepy baby…” He sighs out sleepily, relaxing against your body. You sighed out before giving him a final goodnight kiss before you slowly lied back and closed your eyes.

☆☆☆.

You groan out as your eyes slowly opening, the sight of your body before you making you smirk a bit before you slowly sit up. You hiss out suddenly as you felt arousal in your groin area ad you look down to see your cock perked up and hard. You groan out suddenly and turn over to Law, pressing your hand against his soft shoulder before softly shaking him.

“Traffy…Traffy!”

“Hmm? Mmgh…What?” He calls out to you groggily, his eyes slowly opening to peek at you who was still in his body from the last night.

“I-I’m hard- W-What am I supposed to do?” You asked him, a bit of a worried tone singed deep into your voice. Law slowly sits up before sighing out, his eyes trailing down to your hard cock before he sighs out and crawls down in between your legs.

You stared down at him as your face grew a deep shade of red, a heavy sigh leaving you as you watched him begin to jerk your cock. He peppers a kiss to your tip which makes you gasp out before you cover your mouth, your face scrunching up from the sudden pleasure and increase in body temperature.

“Let’s go at it one more time before I teach you how to switch back~ I wanna feel your dick in my pussy again~”

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pocoyo-yo · 11 months

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PASTA & LOBSTER

SUMMARY: i got a white boy on my roster.. he be feedin me pasta & losbter

WARNINGS: leon!kennedy x black!reader, smut, fem!bodied reader, f/m, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating, dirty talk, doggy (pos.), rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, slapping (ass), lots of degradtion, some praise, situationship, petnames? (lots of 'slut', sweet thing, baby, officer), leon is a meanie but he whimpers, i imagined re4 (remake) leon for this but it can be which ever leon you want tbh

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the aroma of alfredo sauce from the styrafoam to-go boxes filled the motel room— you could see the piles of noodles in the back of the reflection from the mirror.

your face was pressed firm into a pillow while your running mascara dripped onto the cream colored covering.

"stay tonight," harsh breaths left the man above you. "need you all night long.."

you shivered— the harsh jolt of your hips everytime your bodies made contact on that sqeauky bed had you hiccuping on cries.

"hey," you gasped at how quickly your head was yanked up by your now messy hair. "we just started don't you go dumb on me now— talk to me.." the slight growl in slurred voice made you whimper.

your eyes dared to roll back in your head. ".. I'll stay— don't ever wanna go.." you pleaded— heavy pants left your swollen lips.

he chuckled, "god, y're such a slut." his hips tilted upwards at a slight angle— allowing his fat cock to sink further into pussy.

you stuttered on moans— legs trembling while your sticky arousal rolled down your thighs. you could barely breathe— your eyes stung with tears.

his thrusts were practically animalistic— not a sense of empathy or corcern for your wellbeing. sex was never this rough until you met him— you loved it, really loved it, you craved it even until you actually got it. until your muscles were tight and your legs were shaking to point the feeling in your toes had faded to numbness.

"leon.. l— leon," you reached back and pathetically pushed at his abdomen. "it hurts— can't breathe.." you babbled.

a sharp sting landed on your ass cheek making you whine and shake your head weakly.

"y're a fuckin' liar.." leon hissed— yanking your head back even rougher than before. he twirled your hair around his fist— the hair he paid for last time he got back. god, he spoiled you. he had better things— more important things to worry about than spoiling you and yet he still did it.

just for you.

"you said you 'don't ever want to go'— but y're trying to push me away? just the definition of a damn slut.." he mocked you— slapping your ass again and groaning softly at the ripple in your skin.

your brows knitted together as you dug your teeth deep into your bottom lip.

"you said it hurts right? what hurts?" leon questioned— his words were laced with painfully obvious fake sympothy.

his cock slipped almost completely out of your pussy before it sunk back in— the girth had you feeling like you were being stuffed full. your puffy pussy wrapped snug around his cock like a glove— a warm, wet, and tight ass glove that leon kennedy couldn't get enough of.

"y're too," you sniffled. "too deep 'n too big— it hurts.."

leon sighed, "poor baby," he sped up his movements earning a pathetic pornographic moan from your swollen lips. ".. you said you can't breathe? fuck, tell me— why can't you breathe?"

your nails sunk into his hard abs before leon grabbed your wrist— pinning it to your back which made you arch further.

"leon.." you mumbled.

"leon? so it's my fault again?" he scoffed.

you pouted, "y're too big— 'can feel it in my chest!"

"chest?"

"m— mhm.."

he grunted, "but you love it, yeah?" strands of his blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"I— I love you," you moaned. ".. 'love the way you fuck my pussy, lee.."

leon furrowed his brows at two things; the first was the sudden 'i love you' that left your lips and the second was the nickname you said 'lee'. he tried to believe it was because he had you drunk of his cock that you sputtered out those two phrases, but leon kennedy spent enough time with you in bed and out of it to know that you don't just say 'i love you' to anyone no matter how good you feel, and also you absolutely dispised nicknames.

"I know,"

he definitely did not know.

".. only a slut in love with me," leon groaned—chewing on his lip as sweat rolled down the bridge of his nose. ".. would take a fucking like this 'nd beg for more."

you whimpered loudly, "f— fuuuck!" your body shivered at the throbbing heat that pooled in your core.

the wet sound of his cock sinking back in your creamy folds was music to leon's ears. he looked of at the mirror and grinned before he yanked you by the hair to look as well.

"y're so pretty," he grunts— blue eyes hooded as he rolled his hips against you and dragged out his thrusts. ".. so pretty when you just moan and take it without being a bitch about it."

you whined at the tightness forming deep in your gut— eyes rolling back in your head.

"no," leon's thrusts become unapologetic once again— splitting you open with ease while his tip kisses your clit everytime. ".. y're going to watch yourself get fucked by me— gonna watch this slutty pussy of yours take my cock like a champ." he ordered and your lashes fluttered as you stared at the lewd sight through a blurry gaze.

"l— lee please," you cry out— clenching your fists. ".. oh god—"

he chuckled before a grunt left his lips when his cock slipped out of you mid thrust— it was wet and a ring of creamy white dripped around the base onto the sheets. he let go of your hair and you groaned in fustration and looked back over your shoulder, waiting for him to put it back in.

"leon c'mon.." you huff.

leon released the wrist he had pinned to your back and nodded down towards his twitching cock.

"I didn't say to stop lookin in the mirror," he scoffed. ".. fine, you want to be impatient? put it back in yourself."

you kept staring to see if he would let up but he was competely serious— his heavy hand landed on your ass again.

"make sure you watch yourself do it too, understand?"

you looked at yourself in the mirror on the wall and reached back behind yourself.

you clicked your tongue, "I understand, officer."

before leon could respond you wrapped your fist around his cock and pressed yourself against him. you mewled while you rubbed his tip over your wet, pillowly lips before you pushed it inside of your dripping hole— sinking the rest of his length in you until just his heavy balls were pressed firm against your pussy.

leon groaned, "there you go— not that hard right?"

you yanked your hips forward— slipping off of some of his dick, and then you let him slip back inside of you. leon moaned and glared at you in the mirror while your face contorted with pain and pleasure as you fucked yourself on his cock like he was some dildo.

"this is nice.. fuck.. that's my pretty slut," he stroked your back while you threw your ass back on his cock— moaning softly. ".. you like it like this? just using me?"

your cunt ached and you looked at leon in the mirror. ".. I can't reach deep enough, leon," you complain in a quiet, embarrassed whine. ".. need more of your dick.."

leon grinned, "so you need help?"

you nod shlyly.

"words?"

"I need help," you frown embarassedly. ".. officer."

you could see the slight shift in leon's expression when you called him that. the tight tug of his lips and the sharpened gaze of his blue eyes. his large hands gripped your hips and just from how hard he was holding you, you already knew his handprints would bruise your skin.

there was no warning— all you did was scream leon's name at the sudden change in pace.

you clawed at the messy sheets and let tears fall while the loud, agressive claps of your ass filled the room.

"damn y're tight.." he moaned— his skin finding yours so quickly there a slap every other second.

you clenched your teeth and resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and let your pleasure take over. it didn't look like leon was watching you but you knew he was— another slip up and he'd be on your ass; no cumming for another hour at least and you couldn't handle that.

"ooh," you sobbed— eyes stinging with tears. ".. shit! shit! shit!"

"missed this pussy," leon babbled— whimpers flowing from his parted lips. "missed seein ya like this— missed fuckin ya like this. when it comes t'making it back home— knowin' you'd give it up t'me so easy s'one hell of a motivater.."

you sniffled, "m'close.. make me cum, lee.." your hand snaked in between your thighs and rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

leon grunted, "don't ya worry— I make this pussy cream everytime I'm in it, don't I?" he hovered over (and close to) you— forcing himself deeper.

your gummy walls were squeezing him with no remorse— pussy spasming around his cock while your body shook uncontrollably.

the tightness in your belly relaxed— the pace of your finger tips quickening over your clit. ".. l— leon!" you cried out— your release rolling down his cock.

leon hivered and let his his head loll back in between his shoulders. "f— fuck that's it," his thrusts grew sloppy as your sticky cum smeared over his cock and dark brown happy trail that led down from his belly button. ".. o— oh my god.. oh my god that's a good little slut.." leon whined before he pulled out of you suddenly.

"on your knees— press those pretty tits together.." he panted heavily.

you quickly scrambled on your knees, cupping your tits and squishing them close together.

leon stared down at you with flushed cheeks— his fist dragging up and down his cock while you batted your lashes up at him. your hair was a tangled mess thanks to him, your eyes were puffy along with your lips thanks to him, cheeks stained with mascara tears thanks to him too, the bruises and kissmarks on your skin thanks to leon s. kennedy himself.

just the concept that he did that to you had leon gulping at the sight.

"f— fuck oh fuck," he whimpered— pre-cum rolling down from the red tip. ".. c'mon c'mon gonna cum all over those fuckin' tits. y're mine. y— y're my slutty girl who let's me fuck her pussy whenever I want, yeah?"

you nod with a lazy grin, "m'yours leon— this is only your slutty pussy.."

leon panted, "that's right.. oh fuck—" he stiffened up as ropes of his hot release landed on your tits while he fucked his fist— little whines leaving him as he came down from his high. his white cum was splattered across your brown skin— some of his already dripping down the curve of yout tits.

you coated your fingertips in his release before you popped them into your mouth— humming at his taste.

you giggled, "thank you, officer."

leon let go of his softening dick before he leaned down and kissed you— it was surprising gentle, his pink lips brushed over your lips before he slipped his tongue in the crevase of your mouth. his teeh tugged on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his blond hair.

"you're perfect," he repeated against your plump lips. ".. you're perfect, sweet thing.. fuckin' perfect."

leon s. kennedy was just like, if not worse than you, when it came to saying 'i love you'.

the man has had so much luck with women that it didn't feel all that lucky anymore. the words weren't really in his vocab at this point, but you didn't hate him for not saying the phrase back because you loved him.

though a close second to 'i love you' for leon kennedy was perfection— he never liked to throw that around willy-nilly either. so for now in this.. whatever it was between you two, that was your 'i love you too' and you were grateful to him that he felt close to same way you did.

"let's shower before the motel throws us out.." leon grumbled.

you smiled and kissed his nose, ".. one more time in the shower then, officer kennedy?"

"god," leon scoffed. ".. you're absolute perfection, baby."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil leon #re4 leon #smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #black reader #this is my white boy of the month #anyway stream area codes #hes so fine omfg i need him #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #ik leon aint no officer in re4 but that word is hotter than agent

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mackjlee9 · 11 months

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Leon Kennedy Brainrot / pt.ii

Warning; self-indulgent once again, afab!leon, tipsy!leon, blowjob, cum eating, face sitting, cunningulus, overstimulation, breeding kink, cum inflation, cervix fucking. This could be read as an 'established relationship' or 'friends with benefits' tbh.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

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2nd Person Narration.

[1st scenario]

What a filthy sight you had right now, not that you were complaining either way.

Leon had come over to your place to unwind a bit after a stressful day, and he happened to find the freshly bought bottle of whisky in your kitchen cabinet, so he made himself comfortable sitting on the living room floor, bottle and glass cup placed in front of him on the coffee table.

And now, the blond was "slightly tipsy" as he put so himself, but a tipsy Leon wouldn't be so... assertive, even tipsy, he would still have some shame in him, but now?

He was on his knees between your legs, his lips nicely wrapped around the tip of your cock, his warm tongue swirling around it, moaning at the taste of your pre-cum on his tongue, pushing further down as he felt your cock reaching the back of his throat. Leon tried not to gag, but the tears gathering in his eyes made it obvious that he was having trouble taking you in his mouth, so gently, to reassure him that it was okay to take his time and not push himself too much, you reached your hand to sweetly stroke his blond, soft hair.

"Don't push yourself, puppy, you're doing so well for me," his blue eyes looked into yours, the blush on his face getting darker as he felt you pulling on his hair, "Your mouth feels so good, puppy."

Leon feels his whole body shivering as he listens to your moans and gasps, his clit throbbing and his dripping hole clenching around nothing, whimpering at the reactions your noises and praises cause to his body.

He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the inches of your cock he couldn't fit in his mouth, his free hand holding onto your thigh as he bobbed his head up and down, watching closely your reactions, stimulating those points he found out made you weak, making you release louder noises of his name, or simply calling him 'your sweet puppy'.

Leon whined and whimpered around your cock with every praise you gave him, every stroke of your hand on his hair, he couldn't get enough of you, his hips bucking up, trying to find some kind of friction that could stimulate his throbbing cunt.

"P-puppy, wait... I'm gonna c-cum..." Your words were released between heavy breaths, the hand that wasn't interlocked in Leon's hair was gripping onto the couch, jaw clenched as you held in your orgasm, barely audible whines coming out.

You tried to pull Leon away from you, but he simply held into your wrist and made you push his head further close, the tip of your cock reaching down his throat, causing him to roll his eyes into the back of his head, his movement getting faster as the slurping and gagging sounds coming from him increased in volume.

He let out muffled words, trying to tell you to cum in his mouth, that it was okay, that he wanted to taste it, that he needed to feel it sliding down his throat, but as he did so, the vibrations you felt on your cock made you buck your hips up into his mouth. Leon's eyes stare up at you with a dazed look in them, tears gathering in them as he whined nonstop at the feeling of your cock twitching in his mouth, your pre-cum leaking more and more out of your slit.

"Leon- fuck, puppy..." Your hand held his head still, biting your lip as your back arched, a groan resonating in your chest as you came into Leon's mouth.

The blond cried as he enjoyed the feeling of your hot cum sliding down his throat, feeling his pussy twitching as his thighs trembled from the orgasm that hit his body.

[2nd scenario]

You were just laying down on the couch, looking at the ceiling, bored out of your mind, when you see Leon out of the corner of your eye. He had just gotten out of the shower.

And he didn't even bother getting fully dressed. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt and his black boxer briefs, and the small glimpse made you turn your head to look at his gorgeous body as he walked past you on his way to the kitchen, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge, he took a sip from it when he noticed you looking at him.

"What?" You smirked while eyeing him up and down.

"Come sit on my face, baby," he was caught off guard, almost spitting out his drink, he was clearly shocked by your words, "You seem to need a seat and it just so happens that... my face is free," you added with a cheeky wink, watching him chuckle with a blush on his face.

"You're so silly sometimes..."

Being silly or not it didn't matter.

Especially when your hands held tightly onto his thighs as his hands gripped your hair, grinding his puffy clit on your nose as you let him ride your face to his heart's content.

You observed his expression with a dark look in your eyes, listening to his pleasure cries of your name, his head thrown back as he whined and whimpered at the feeling of your tongue playing with his soft, wet folds.

Leon couldn't help but cry in embarrassment whenever he looked down to make eye contact with you, feeling your hands stroking his thighs, keeping him pressed down on your face, not caring about the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

You just wanted to feel him cumming on your tongue, his juices dripping down your chin as you relentlessly sucked and flicked your tongue on his clit.

Leon released a rather loud, high-pitched moan, his hands moving to hold onto the armrest of the couch, his thighs trembling as they closed around your head, incoherent mumbled words leaving his mouth, just over and over calling your name.

"Please, please please baby~ I'm gonna cum, please, make me cum..." You groaned as you felt him clenching around your tongue, his sweet juices filling your mouth and dripping down the corner of your mouth, mixing with your saliva.

"Yes, pup, cum on my face, I wanna feel you cumming on me," you growled as you moved your head closer to his drenched pussy, hearing him whimper and moan, cursing as he couldn't prevent his body from bending forward, his forehead pressed on his forearms as he almost ripped the fabric of the couch.

You felt your cock throbbing in your underwear, letting out a satisfied groan as you continued your ministrations to his oversensitive clit, hearing him pleading, begging you to stop 'cause he couldn't hold on anymore, but you kept going, holding him up and changing your positions as you kept eating him out like a starved man, enjoying the way his body trembled and twitched with every orgasm you sucked out of him.

[3rd scenario]

After a stressful day, Leon wanted nothing else but to forget it all.

And what better way than have you pounding him like your life depends on it?

His arms had long given out from holding him up, his face now pressed on the pillow, wetting it with his tears, drool, and sweat whilst your hands held onto his hips, fucking him deep and rough just like he needed it to forget the day he had.

Of course, you were more than glad to help him with anything he needed, and that included having you fuck him dumb, loving the way he whimpered your name every time you filled him with your cum, hearing him spluttering between sobs how he wants you to fill him up more.

"Fill me, please fill me up- I wanna feel your cum inside my pussy- I need to feel your cum filling my belly, please please please~" his eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt your thrusts reaching deeper inside him, the tip of your cock reaching his cervix, and he couldn't help the drawn out whine he released, "Need to have my belly swollen with your hot cum- fuck- fucking hell, get me pregnant please I want you to make me pregnant, shit- make me yours, sir, please, don't stop~."

Well, you could never deny him anything when he sounds so desperate for it, could you?

Leaning down to his ear, you held his pretty face, drenched with tears and flushed red, a dreamy look in his blue eyes.

"That's what my puppy wants? Hmm? Wants me to fuck his tight pussy over and over again and spill my cum inside him? Is that what you want?" You felt his mushy walls twitching around your cock, and he nodded his head as excitedly as he could with your hand still holding his chin.

"Yes yes yes~ please sir, I just... I wanna be all yours, please, my pussy is made for you, need you to breed me," damn, his desperate words only work to turn you on even more.

"You're such a good puppy for me," you mutter before placing your lips on his, feeling Leon's hips move back on yours as he kept tightening around your cock.

Let's just say that night you found out about Leon's huge breeding kink, something that made him feel so incredibly embarrassed as you teased him about it the next day.

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This man has me in a chokehold if y'all haven't realized yet 💀 btw! Sorry if you're tired of the leon content!

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fentibeauty · 1 year

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— ❛ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐰. (𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) ༉‧₊˚

‣ toxic!riri ✗ black!reader

‣ a/n: someone asked for me to a do toxic riri so why NOT??? (i promise will next fic will be sweet and fluff i promise!!) tbh ion even think this is toxic toxic but it’s something

‣ warnings: toxicity, smut implied (strap!riri), profanity, smoking.

‣ tags: @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones s @szalipcombo @rxcently @playgurlxoxo @shurisbbymama (comment if you wanna be in tag list)

• riri is so zamn toxic to the point where your friends notice.

‣ “y/n, answer me and be 100% honest, does riri hit you?” you are fucking shocked by the question. “does it look like, i would let riri beat my ass? like come on” your friends looked at each other and then back at you and nodded. “SHES IRON HEART. SHE’S DEFINITELY BEATING THAT ASS?!” your friends joked.

• nah, though. riri doesn’t put her hands on you ever. she may be toxic but homegirl aint abusive.

anyway

• she can be nonchalant as hell. you be tryna talk to her and she over there fidgeting with something she created.

‣ “huh, i didn’t hear what you said.

• riri is a damn HYPOCRITE, like a major one and it pisses you off so bad. it’s one of the main reasons you guys argue. she is so damn friendly and the moment you tell someone bless you from sneezing she automatically thinks you want to fuck them.

‣ “riri how the fuck can you come back to the dorm at 2 in fucking morning but when i come back at 10 fucking 30, hell breaks loose?? explain that shit to me.” riri gives you a hard stare

• another thing, she hates when you curse at her but you don’t give a damn, especially when you’re mad.

‣ “for starters,” she walks into your personal space. “watch your damn mouth when talking to me, talk to me like all of your senses are alert.” she looks down at you. you look at the window before back at her. “for second, you never tell me where the hell you’re going. you could be fucking anybody i wouldn’t know!”

‣ “back the fuck outta my face, it’s cool when you do everything but when i do the most simplest thing it’s a whole fucking problem!” you push her back, not hard enough for her to fall but enough force to make her stumble.

‣ she walks back up to you, “why you putting your hands on me like that, ma?” her tone lowers, her eyes were suddenly filled with hunger?

• one reason you always forgive riri is because the SEX IS BOMBBB.

• recently riri created a strap that was created just for you, it always molds that fits you perfectly, it was programmed to send vibrations to riri’s clit each fucking stroke.

‣ “i asked you a question, answer it.” she said, backing you up onto the bed. “i don’t appreciate you putting your hands on me, bae. say sorry.” you looked up at her, you were still mad so hell no you weren’t saying sorry. “ight.” riri nodded, “it’s cool.”

‣ “i want you to strip for me.”

• now there you guys were, she used one of her hands to pin your wrist above you while her other hand was on your waist holding you down, restraining you from all movements. your eyes were rolled back into your head as she pulled the strap all the way out and thrusted it back inside of you.

‣ “fuck,” riri groaned as she sped her pace up. “you like when i fuck you don’t you.” she leans down, her lips grazing on top of yours. she gives one sloppy kiss, sucking on your bottom lip, letting it go with a pop. “listen to us.” she said as she lifted one of her legs, giving you a different feeling. “i think i want you another way” she pulled out and flipped you over. “face down, ass up.” she ordered and you weakly did as such.

‣ she went back in giving you no time, riri loved fucking you from the back. the way your plump ass would throw back and hit riri’s clit sending nothing but electricity through her body. the vibrations were way more intense during back shots.

‣ riri was straight drilling your shit, it became too much. it took your all to try and run away from the strokes she was giving. “woah, you running?” she laughed. “nah, bring that ass back here.” she grabbed your hip-dips dragging back to meet her thrusts.

‣ after a few more strokes you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “i’m finna..” you clenched around the strap not being able to finish your sentence. riri pulled you to her back, her hand reached your neck. “tell me you sorry, for putting your hands on me in the way. if you wanna cum, let me know what’s up.” she groaned into your ear. riri was close too, you could tell when her strokes became hard and spaced out.

‣ “i’m sorry, bae. i’m sorry for p-pushing you. please let me cum.” you whine, it was taking everything to wait for riri’s green-light. “go ahead, i know you know not to do that shit again.” she said.

‣ time was not wasted, your legs began to shake. that was riri’s cue, she sped up now letting you ride your high out.

• riri was never as vocal until she came undone.

‣ she let out a high pitched moan into your ear and it was the most sexiest thing ever. she let go of you and your face hit the pillow, the strokes were slow and sloppy, allowing herself to come undone completely before she slipped out and fell beside you.

• she grabbed you and held you to her chest, you forgot about all the toxic shit riri has done when it came down to this.

• after a while of cuddling, you guys took a bath together. during the bath, riri wanted to smoke. weed helps her relax even more.

‣ you looked up at her and she looked down at you with the blunt in her mouth, she raised her eyebrows. “i want to hit it.” you smiled,

• riri didn’t want you smoking. she claims it’s bad for you. (a damn hypocrite like i mentioned)

‣ “nah” she said as she blew the smoke up into the ceiling. “pleaseeee, you never allow me to.” you pouted. “you know i don’t want you smoking.” she announced.

‣ “weed isn’t even bad for you!” you protested. “i said no.” she deadpanned. you turned back around and crossed your arm. yeah, you acted like a baby when you didn’t get your way. it’s riri’s fault because she does spoil you.

‣ riri sucked her teeth, you smiled because you knew she was about to give in. “come on, damn. pouting for no reason.” you turned around and showed all of your teeth with your big smile.

‣ you put the blunt to your lips, “aye, you inhaling too much. chilll.” she laughed. you blowed the smoke into riri’s face laughing. “this why you don’t need it, you childish.”

‣ you grabbed it from her and hit it again. this time allowing it to flow through your nose. “okay, that’s all i’m allowing” she took it back and put it between her fingers. you leaned back into her chest.

‣ “even though you’re toxic sometimes, i love you.” you admitted looking at your legs covered in bubbles in the tub. “i’m not-

‣ “you don’t even gotta finish that sentence. just say you love me back.” riri laughed because she knew she was about to lie. “i love you more, ma.” she grabbed your chin to leave a soft kiss on your lips.

the end!

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣

pairing ❦ Doll House AU mommy!Wanda x female doll!reader

summary ❦ Wanda's got a new dress for her doll to wear and she's way too excited to let you sleep in yet again. You're not a morning person, but obedience always comes with rewards

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; dollification kink, fingering, magical restraints (wrist behind back), bath activities (with a tiny bit of somno if you squint), mommy kink, groping, nipple play, dressing up, general DH happenings of brainwashed reader, a good bit of coddling from our beloved mommy Wanda, but she's still going to make sure she's always in control, a bit stockholmy at this point in the timeline too tbh

words ❦ 3k

a/n ❦ god I've missed writing for this AU so much, I hope this is like.. good and okay. We've made it through week one of Kinktober, I hope you're all enjoying it so far kinktober masterlist. On the few occasions you found yourself awake before she came to get you, you fell right back into dreamland or snuck your way into her bed in hopes of a morning snuggle. You whined, sleepily wrapping your arms around Wanda to pull her down to the mattress, but your efforts were in vain. “Not today, love. Mommy bought you such a pretty new dress and wants to see you in it.”

“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart..”

Waking up was always a daze, Wanda’s voice breaking through your dreams gently as she could. When you rolled over, it was into her waiting arms, so careful in their movement that it took you a few moments to realized she was sitting you upright, “I let you sleep in this morning because you were so tired last night, but you’d sleep the whole day away if I didn’t get you out of bed.”

It was true; for as long as you could remember Wanda woke you up each morning. On the few occasions you found yourself awake before she came to get you, you fell right back into dreamland or snuck your way into her bed in hopes of a morning snuggle. You whined, sleepily wrapping your arms around Wanda to pull her down to the mattress, but your efforts were in vain. “Not today, love. Mommy bought you such a pretty new dress and wants to see you in it.”

As with everything, your mommy had a particular routine to be followed each day and it started with waking you up and getting you ready for the day which, while you clearly weren’t an early bird, you loved mornings and nights for one reason alone: Wanda’s attention. When she dressed you, she only had eyes for you; nothing diverting her focus or making her leave with the dreaded ‘show me later’ — it was your special time and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. If you were good, there was always a reward, whether it be extra syrup on your pancakes or playing a game of your choice, Wanda never told you what it’d be, but it didn’t take long to catch on that good behavior brought out the most generous version of your favorite person.

“Can I see it, mommy?” Your voice was groggy as she led you into the bathroom, a little smaller than Wanda’s own, but decorated to perfectly match the soft pastels of your bedroom.

Wanda undressed you with practiced ease, fingers taking the hem of your nightgown and pulling it over your head quickly and efficiently, “After you’re all clean, I’ll show you, alright?” You nodded slowly, a yawn stopping any words you’d had to say. The brunette regarded you as she always did, with love and reverence, leaning in to give each of your cheeks a kiss before turning to grab a new set of fluffy towels from the rack. “Stay right there and I’ll get you in ten seconds.”

The water in the bath was already drawn and warm of course; you didn’t think you’d ever had to wait for hot water in this house, but you never questioned it. The less time you had to stand on the cold tile, skin chilling from exposure, the better. When Wanda did return, she was quick to help you into the tub, lowering you herself just in case you slipped in your tired state. “You were gone for twelve seconds, not ten..”

“Oh was I?” Wanda laughed at that, playfully pinching your side under the water, careful to avoid any of the resulting splash. “Barely awake and you can still count how long I’m gone?”

“I’m very awake and two seconds is a lot!” You huffed, cheeks puffing as Wanda poked fun at you. Still, you lifted your arms when she asked and let her clean your properly, still keeping your hope for reward in mind. Eventually you settled down, relaxing as the soapy washcloth scrubbed over your skin, more than content to bask in the comfort of your morning routine. Sometimes Wanda would talk, murmuring statements to herself you didn’t understand or asking about your previous night’s dreams. Today she was humming some tune you didn’t know, but light and sweet and soon enough, your eyes were drifting closed. Sure you were in a large tub, but Wanda would never let anything bad happen to her precious doll; even if you completely fell asleep, you knew no harm would come to you.

Some time passed before you were aware of your surroundings again, still sitting amidst the chest high water with Wanda’s hand on your back to support you. Her other hand was what made you stir, delicate fingers running back and forth between your open legs. A singular digit slipped past your folds easily, drawing wide, lazy circles, purposefully avoiding your most sensitive areas. She was completely unhurried as she played with you, slowly sinking into you once before pulling out and returning to her makeshift pattern. “Mommy…”

“Shh, sleepyhead, you’re okay,” Wanda’s head came to rest against the side of your own as you spread your legs for her, her low chuckle music to your ears. “Always so needy right away, such an impatient little doll.” She didn’t hurry up from your moans as her thumb met your clit, not even as your hips bucked up to meet her open palm; Wanda was never one to be rushed, especially not by you. She continued to press and tease, ignoring your pleas each time she drove her finger in and out of your tight entrance. Your constant wiggling became a pain, lukewarm water hitting the floor each time you twisted and turned, making more and more of a mess for her to clean up later. “I’m giving you ten more seconds of bath time before it’s time to get out, use it wisely.”

That short amount of time wasn’t nearly enough to give you the relief she taunted you with; it felt good, but not enough to truly get you anywhere. Wanda’s countdown was just added pressure, your sleep heavy body struggling to meet the demands your brain set, just barely managing to shift forward before her hand left you completely. “No.. that’s not fair..”

Wanda was already standing you up, supporting whatever weight your shaky legs wouldn’t hold. “It was more than fair. I gave you two whole extra seconds, that’s a lot, you know.” You unleashed a set of grumbles as Wanda towel dried you, wrapping the thick cloth across your midsection and escorting you back to your bedroom. When she left you this time, she didn’t bother to promise a time to return, the dress she’d picked out hung conveniently on the side of your vanity mirror. Irritated as you were, you refrained from complaining further, still wanting to be good for the sake of the rest of your day.

“You’re going to look absolutely precious in this,” The brunette acted as if she hadn’t just had you crying out for her moments prior, completely at ease and determined to dress you in her outfit of choice. It was a cute white dress and you loved every inch of it from its tiered skirt to the small buttons made to close off the top of the bodice— you couldn’t help but crack a smile the instant she held it up to your figure. You let her remove your towel and tie back your hair, giggling as she placed featherlight kisses along your bare shoulders. “There’s the happy girl I love!”

You waited for Wanda to give you undergarments, but they never came, only her instructions to lift your arms while she got the dress over your head. It fit perfectly, everything did when it came from her, and once it settled over your hips, you instinctively twirled back and forth just to watch the mid thigh length skirt flutter around you. “I love it, mommy! Thank you for the new dress.”

Wanda was practically beaming watching you wiggle around like an excited bunny, it would be hard to find a cuter sight. “Come here, let me at least put you in it properly.” She’d left the buttons undone so as not to risk stretching out the delicate fabric and without them put together, you might as well have just been wearing an underbust corset instead of a proper dress. Wanda sat on the edge of the bed while you made your way over to her, motioning for you to sit in her lap. You did so readily, never one to pass up the chance at sitting so close together. Like this you could always smell the subtle florals of her shampoo and perfume, could feel her strong thighs under yours holding you up securely… Wanda was your favorite place to sit.

She loved having you close too, of course, your easy softness always borderline irresistibly cuddly. Her hands settled on your waist, thumbs rubbing over your hips to still your squirming. “How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?”

“I slept great! I did have one bad dream, but it was quick and…” Wanda was listening to your response, but not very well, eyes glued to your still exposed breasts. She hadn’t fully fed her need to toy with you from earlier, the awkward angle of the bathtub along with your incessant wiggling making it much harder than it truly needed to be, but that didn’t mean she was out of options.

Soft lips met your shoulder before you even realized she’d swept in, a trail of kisses from your collarbone, up your throat, and down to a culminating nibble over your sternum forcing a small whimper. “Mommy?” Wanda was content with that for a while, a pattern of kissing and licking working to rile you up just as slowly as she had when you’d dozed off in the bath earlier, but once again you were interrupting, this time tugging at her hands in an effort to push them lower than their place on your abdomen.

She let it slide the first time, but twice was pushing it and as soon as she caught your free hand move to squeeze at your chest, Wanda had no choice but to reprimand you. “I thought you knew better than to try and touch something that’s not yours.”

With a subtle flick of her fingers, your wrists were caught behind your back, swirling red tendrils keeping them locked in place no matter how you tried breaking free. “Ah ah, none of that. I’m being lenient because I know you’re tired, but if you don’t sit still I’ll have to really punish you. I have such a fun day for us, dolly, don’t ruin it.”

You could only manage a sob, Wanda’s disappointed face sending guilt and shame straight to the heart. “I’m sorry, mommy. I didn’t mean it..”

Wanda merely pouted, her hands finally moving up until they met the swell of your breasts, rolling pebbled nipples between nimble fingers. It took everything you had not to beg for her, to wait patiently and let her go as she pleased, but you did, behaving even as she tugged and twisted at the sensitive buds until it’d begun to sting. “Please, I’m sorry..”

She had to remind herself you were still such a fragile thing; even though you knew how to behave, you slipped up sometimes. It was only natural to make a mistake every once in a while. After all, it was only recently Wanda allowed you to speak at all, the new freedom would take adjustment. The brunette looked up again, tearing her gaze away from your body to instead meet your begging eyes, “I know, I know you’re sorry. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You shook your head, bottom lip quivering as a gentle hand came to cup your flushed face.

“Poor thing, you just needed your mommy…” The yes you gave came out painfully shy, but Wanda didn’t mind, cooing over how worked up you’d gotten so quickly while she roughly palmed the breast she still held in her hand. Despite your admission, the two of you stayed like that for a while, Wanda offering placating kisses to your face and neck while she took advantage of your bound and exposed body. She could forgive your mistakes and still take what she wanted for herself.

When Wanda slipped her hand under your new skirt, it was almost a relief, hoping she’d finally help you where you needed her most. “I bet if I were to slide my hand into your sweet little cunt, you’d be already dripping for me.” You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have that dull ache as soon as the woman in front of you pulled you close; some days when you begged for her to take it away, she did. Other days, she made it better before leaving you worse— those were the days you’d gotten on her nerves most. “All because I wanted to have a little fun with you this morning?”

“It hurts…” Two fingers pressed past your entrance with no resistance, not bothering to give the time to adjust she knew you didn’t need. Instinct fed into your urge to roll your hips in time with her thrust, but still under Wanda’s restraints, you’d risk falling off her lap and straight to the floor— you could only sit and take it.

Her thumb bumped against your clit like it did in the bath, toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were mewling pathetically. “Aw, I’ll make it all better, don’t worry.”

Your head fell to Wanda’s shoulder as you struggled to keep up right, but that just wouldn’t do. “Sit up, honey. Let me see you.” Her free hand splayed over your abdomen, pushing you back and holding your hip. “You look too pretty for me to miss.”

“Wanna touch you too…” Wanda wanted to point out that was nothing new; from day one you’d been attached to her side, upset whenever she said you couldn’t hold her hand because she needed both of them or each night she tucked you into your own bed. There was never a time you didn’t want to feel her presence and really, she didn’t mind, but this had to be a punishment somehow.

“In a little bit, be patient.” That wasn’t the answer you’d wanted to hear, but there was no way around it, nowhere to run from Wanda’s crude inspection of your newly dressed up figure. Your magic ties spread from your wrists to wind around your waist, allowing the older woman to roam your body as she saw fit, leaning forward until her lips hit the exposed section of your collarbone, sucking a hickey calmly as she could with a near desperate girl trying her hardest to sit still.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” Wanda didn’t have to ask, the copious slick running past her palm and to her wrists told her everything she needed to know.

“Mhm, I‘m sorry…” No matter how much Wanda loved playing with her doll, you never did last long, could only do so when subjected to careful edging which you thankfully seemed to be spared from this morning. She never berated you for it, of course, you’d never be anything short of perfect in her eyes, but it made her rules harder to follow. Sympathetic as Wanda was, you weren’t allowed without permission and although you were barely hanging on, her warning from earlier rang clear as a bell. I have such a fun day for us, don’t ruin it. “I need to…”

Wanda pulled back, hand grounding your position at the small of your back as she curled her nimble fingers and found the dreaded spongy patch that never failed to leave you drooling, “It’s alright, doll, you can let go.”

You didn’t know how long you came or how long you’d been riding your high, all you focused on was your mommy’s touch, working you perfectly inside and out as wave after wave of pleasure hit you as if you were a rock on the shoreline. When you came to, your body was free to move and you fell into Wanda without second thought, thighs twitching on either side of hers as you nuzzled deep into the crook of her neck. Your quiet “thank you, mommy,” was hoarse and hurt your throat, but Wanda was quick to quell your troubles, two wet fingers already pushing past your lips and settling on your tongue.

“You did such a good job listening to me this morning, thank you.” Wanda was adjusting to lean back against the headboard, a bit of a struggle as you insisted on limply clinging to her, tired arms about her waist and your fists clenched in her shirt. You’d snuggled yourself firmly, but cozily, your warm weight pushing Wanda backwards into the pile of pillows you never slept without. “I love you.”

“Wanna sleep more,” You mumbled your love back, muffled against her chest and she smiled; sometimes you really were too adorable for words. It was just that behavior that kept Wanda rooted in place, her hands rubbing your sides while she pressed kisses into the crown of your head. “Cuddle with me please, mama?”

“Well…” Calling her that always did melt her heart, whether you knew it or not; it was hard for Wanda to say no to you already. Your drowsy eyes confirmed you weren’t going anywhere on your own any time soon, breathing evening out like she’d heard a thousand times over now right as you were falling asleep. If she tried to move you, you’d surely be cranky and it just wasn’t worth giving up how sweet and calm you looked dozing off on her right now.

She really did have such a long day planned… but it was nothing that couldn’t wait. “Just for a little while, then we’ll both get up.” It was the last thing Wanda said before she opened her eyes again at noon.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch fic #maximotts #motts writes.

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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Hi I just saw ur post about the sh comfort, could you write a sh comfort fic, a outsiders one please, could you do Johnny hcs pleases and can you make the reader gn please

johnny seeing your SH scars ( thighs, wrists )

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐!𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

{🧡}

looking back, johnny felt bad that he didn't push sooner

he only found out that one day at the Curtis's when you were in the bathroom and were pulling on a tank top to put a long sleeve shirt over that

johnny didnt knock, no one knocked.

when you jumped to face the intruder, johnny looked down to give you your modesty, put his eyes locked on the jagged lines criss crossing on your thighs

he looked up slowly, your paused movements giving him view to the faint scars on your wrist

swallowing, johnny turned on his heel and left, making sure to close the door when he left

he didn't avoid you; you were both dating and practically lived at the same house

however, he avoided the confrontation for fear of irritating you

you pulled him away from the group while darry and soda tossed the football around, two-bit occasionally jumping in to intercept the ball cleanly and take off in a sprint

"hey" you "hi :p" johnny

you asked him if he told anyone, and he gave you a questioning look

"my scars, johnnyboy. did you... tell anyone?"

he shrugs. "did you want me to?"

you almost cried tbh

you smile at him shyly. "do you want me to explain it? why aren't you asking me questions?" through your happines, there was confusion

the few people that had seen normally asked a lot of questions

but

you almost... wanted him to know

was it because you were dating? who knows!

"later? we can go pick up sodas and go hang out at the park?" johnny

you agreed, happy that he wasn't interrogating you, but not brushing you off

later, you both walked down to the park, drinks in hand

you explained (albeit shakily) why you made yourself bleed., and johnny listened

at some point, he shifted his coke to his other hand so he could link pinkies with you bc you sounded sad </////3333333

screaming and crying i need a johnny

after that night, johnny glances at you with A Look ™️, questioning if you had Done Anything

you shook your head; he was helping you forget that habit and

if you were still self harming (cutting), johnny would always clean your cuts and bandage them up without saying anything

your own battles are always the worst

and he knows that

but a whispered "i'm here" from him always makes you tear up

your beyond disappointed at yourself for possibly disappointing johnny and feeling upset that he would waste his time with you

HOWEVER

he absolutely DOES NOT think that :')

he's secretly in love with you!

anyhow,

if/when you finally stop turning to that to take out your emotions, (when ur snuggling or in private) johnny rubs his thumbs over your scars

one time, he whispered "you're so strong"

you were asleep (or were you?😏) so you didnt answer

if you decided to wear a short sleeve or let your scars show, johnny would never leave your side: he gets a lot of looks because of the marred skin on his face

darry sat you down, though, as the mother that he is

it was a simple "you don't need to do that anymore, we're always here for you, you're part of the gang" speech

it was touching, but funny

dally had to be held back whenever someone pointed or laughed or made a comment about your wrists

most likely by two, darry, and soda

mans strong when infuriated

mans hot af

WHOA WHO SAID THAT

if you do the shmexy time when ur older,

ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART.

kisses your scars, takes time to trace them with a light fingertip

he's so proud of how far you've come <3

sobbing i love him

if you were comfortable with it obviously,

if you had a pattern like # that, two would probably play tic tac toe with you i dont make the rules i dont wanna offend anyone

you were startled at first at how he looked up at you, holding the marker out to you

but now it your thing

johnny laughs whenever you beat two (which is always 50/50)

will edit later,

sorry if this is bad <3

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Makarov has a dacryphilia kink and you can’t prove otherwise🥲

Not sure if you mean in terms of himself crying (can that even work that way? Like getting turned on by yourself crying? Do I even care? Probably not lmao) or seeing his partner cry, but tbh its probably both and you're 100% right. But also how could you send me this and NOT expect me to write something for it?

Pardon me as I switch between Au's for some little horny Makarov shit

Prostitute! Roach/Makarov - Seeing his partner cry:

"Come now, Zoloste," Makarov guided Roach's mouth down on his cock, a low groan leaving his throat at the feeling. The wet heat of the younger man's mouth was almost too much for him and he had to resist from just fucking into the feeling with wild abandon.

He slowly tightened his grip on Roach's hair, "Go on," he groaned out. Roach knew exactly what he wanted, his tongue beginning to lave over the length of his hot cock, all while he gave greatful little sucks, adding to the pleasure. His hands came up to wrap around the base of Makarov's cock, pulling another groan from the older man as he began to work his hands in tandem with his mouth.

Moans and gasps escaped Makarov's mouth as he slowly worked Roach's head up and down on his cock, picking up speed ever so slowly. Below him, Roach made a point to keep his eyes on him. He knew how much the older man liked to see his face. How much he liked his eyes.

Makarov eventually began to thrust his hips, forcing Roach to remove his hands from the man's cock as he was forced to take him further and further down his throat. Makarov didn't stop his movements, even as Roach began to gag against the length in his mouth as it abused the back of his throat.

His eyes stayed on Roach's face, watching with appreciation as the younger man's eyes glazed over, his cheeks flushed red as tears began to gather in the corner of his eyes. Just the sight of it made Makarov more desperate, pulling Roach harder on his cock. He wanted to see those tears fall. He wanted to cum down Roach's throat as tears decorated his cheeks.

He pressed harder, pulling Roach all the way down on his cock and holding him there for a moment, listening to the sounds of him choking and whining under him. Finally, after a moment, he pulled him back, delight and arousal spreading through his chest as he looked at the man's face.

Saliva dripped down Roach's chin and falling prettily from his eyes were those perfect tears that Makarov loved to see. He tilted his head back with a short groan before picking up his fast pace once again, fucking into the younger man's mouth and forcing more tears from his eyes. "That's it, Zoloste. Let me see those pretty pretty tears."

Ultranationalist Roach/Makarov - himself crying:

He tugged desperately on the restraints around his wrist, arching up into the mouth that was working against his cock with a wrecked moan.

He was sure he looked absolutely debauched, his hands restrained above his head by a set of metal cuffs attached to the wall. Roach had it only recently installed for him, this was their first time testing them out. He hated them, but oh did he love them. His shirt was pressed up to his chest, still there from where Roach had shoved it up to get his mouth against his chest, leaving bruising marks against his skin with his teeth and tongue.

He was naked from the waist down, his legs only restrained by the strong arms that held him still, keeping his hips from jumping up into his touch. He felt terribly desperate, high and needy groans pulled from his throat with every swipe of Roach's tongue to his abused cock.

The back of his thighs were certainly an abused red from the occasional harsh slaps that Roach had been giving the skin there. It was clear to see that the younger man was delighting in the the desperate little gasps that the slaps were pulling from his mouth.

The focus of his pleasure, though, was clearly the mouth around the head of his cock, sucking and licking the tip of him so sweetly as a hand worked itself slowly and tightly up and down his shaft. It was so good, a constant and pleasant burn that continued to grow in his gut with every slow move of the man's hand.

There was only one problem. One very large problem. Roach continued working his cock, occasionally giving a little hum against the thickness of it when Makarov would give a particularly pathetic whine.

Makarov was close, he was so close. He could feel it in his gut, building up quickly and rapidly. His hips began to jump against Roach's strong arms, seeking more friction from the other man. He could feel the pleasure curling his toes and rising through his body. He was so close. He was right there. Just one more little move. He only needed one more push and he would be there. Roach gave another suck at his cock, his back arched off of the bed and-

He gave a harsh sob, his body shaking as Roach stopped his movements, his hand on his cock wrapping around the base of him tightly, preventing him from finishing. He tried to thrash in the younger man's hold, seeking any sort of friction to send him over the edge. He only succeeded in getting another harsh slap to the back of his thigh, Roach's snickers accompanying the sound.

"Please," he sobbed out, the pleasure in his gut slowly fading down to a cool simmer. This was the fifth time that Roach had brought him to the edge, getting him just close enough before suddenly stopping and preventing him from cumming. It was pure torture.

Roach gave another laugh, slowly crawling up his body to press their lips together harshly. Makarov could do nothing but accept the kiss with a whimper. After a moment, Roach pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. "Aww, look at you baby, such a mess." His hand reached up, wiping at the tears that had begun escaping from his eyes. The realization that he'd been crying did nothing but make pleasure coil within him more. Makarov wanted to be disappointed with himself, but he couldn't be too surprised that crying seemed to do it for him.

"Please," Makarov asked, squirming under Roach, trying to get any friction to his aching cock.

Roach merely laughed at him. "Pretty boy, look at you. So perfect for me, hmm," he leaned forward, licking at the tears along Makarov's cheek. It pulled a shudder from Makarov, his face going red as Roach pulled back to grin at him wickedly. "Should we do it again baby? I say let's do it again."

Bonus! GN! Reader x Makarov - seeing his partner crying:

The only sounds in the large personal office were the sounds of little choked off moans, skin harshly slapping skin, and the little trinkets on Makarov's desk rattling dangerously, threatening to topple to the floor with every thrust. Makarov paid the trinkets no mind. They were all replaceable, the scene in front of him was far more important.

He took in the sounds of their cries, delight filling him as they whined out his name. They were taking him so well, so deliciously tight around him as he wrung pleasure from them with every thrust of his cock.

He'd already done his work with his mouth, pulling their release from them harshly as they'd whimpered above him, their hand tight in his hair. It was a glorious sight to see them finish, their face twisted up delightfully as sounds of pleasure flowed from their mouth.

He hadn't given them a break before flipping them around, bending them over his desk to take them harshly from behind. Their hands were tightly gripped at the front of the desk as he pulled choked-off moans from them with every thrust of his cock into their waiting heat.

He draped himself over their back, wrapping a hand around their throat and using it to pull them back against his chest. His other hand snuck around the front of them, flicking, twisting, and rubbing at their nipples, delighting in the way that they clenched around him at the feeling.

He was quick to wring another orgasm from them, groaning with delight at their loud calls of his name. He still didn't stop, pressing them down against the desk again to continue rutting harshly inside of them. He could hear the sob that his movements pulled from their throat. "Please, God, please," they called out, their voice wrecked. Makarov couldn't help but snicker at the way that they begged. God he loved that sound.

"My name," he called to them, pressing harsh kisses against their shoulder, "Say my name and beg for me lubov moya."

They listened to him. They always listened, they were so good, so obedient like that. "Makarov! Please! Please, fuck, I can't take anymore, I- oh god!"

"You can take it," Makarov wrapped a hand around their throat again, pulling them up so that he could place a kiss against their tear stained cheeks, a groan working up from his throat at the sight. "Fuck, love it when you cry for me. Such a little cock-slut, yeah? Crying over my cock, so perfect." He bit down on their shoulder, sucking a mark onto the skin before shoving them back down to the desk once again. "We're going to stay here until I've had at least two more from you. Keep crying for me, lubov moya. Let it all out like the good little slut that you are."

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #gary roach sanderson #vladmir makarov #makarov x roach #makarov x reader #vladimir makarov x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 fanfic #cod fanfic #cod #x reader #vladimir makarov #makarov smut

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zabiume · 10 months

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I guess a lot of people don't know this, but I had a huge Renji phase that resulted in me writing a lot of random, unfinished fics that weren't fully fleshed out enough to publish. Some of them don't line up with canon continuity (since I wasn't keeping up with the manga too religiously in 2015), and some of them don't hold up in terms of like. Logistics and canon world-building, but @recurring-polynya missed my glorious Renji phase so I dug through my old Google Docs account to find this WIP that I was really fond of back in the day (and I'm still kind of fond of it tbh, it aged well).

Anyway, besides changing the punctuation in some places and adding a few sentences, I decided to post this as is! It is not finished (don't ask me when it WILL be lol), enjoy!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

A rapid flash of light burst from Zabimaru’s handle before dimming down again. A lone wind raked up dust at the movement, and then the vast and empty plains came to a cold standstill again.

Renji took a deep breath. He charged himself up with all the energy he could muster, directed it to his swordhand, and flicked his wrist again.

Nothing.

It was like whatever was beyond this plane of existence had severed ties with him. A cold ball of dread hurtled down his stomach. Swallowing, he turned over his shoulder.

Passing on bad news was one of the many duties that lieutenants in the Gotei often had to deal with. Pay cuts, early morning drills, demotions — Renji had enough experience handing it down. And usually, the best way to temper the disappointment of his soldiers was to just offer something good in return for their cooperation. Tips to upscale seats, a little pep-talking, a little horsing around. Nevertheless, he had it down, fair and square. He never wanted anyone to feel like they'd gotten the rough end of the stick just for the heck of it, so if he had to prop a few pillows, he'd do it.

Byakuya, though. He liked being looked in the eye and given the news, in order of 'worst' to 'less worse but still really bad.' Currently, Renji was trying to figure out where the senkaimon's weakened functionality fell on that scale.

"Abarai," Byakuya intoned from behind him, hands clasped at his front in impatience. Renji could tell it was impatience because one pinky was raised slightly higher than the other. Against the backdrop of dark skies, Byakuya made a majestically fearsome figure.

Renji sighed a small sigh, before fully turning on his heel to face his Captain. "There's a problem, sir," he said honestly, eyes lifting to meet Byakuya's. "The senkaimon just stopped working."

A.K.A, for all intents and purposes, we're stranded.

x.x

The last time Renji and Byakuya took a trip down to the Living World, it was on semi-personal business and it didn't turn out great.

(Until it did, because Ichigo, but that was history now)

Renji had been here after that during the Winter War, but not with Byakuya, and definitely not as a part of their divisional duties.

“It would seem,” Byakuya guessed, dragging him out of his trip down the memory lane, “that we are in some sort of farming prefecture.”

Renji gazed at the valleys and valleys of dry grass on either side. A lone highway trail in the middle stretched endlessly into the horizon. Overhead, the skies were dark with thick gray afternoon clouds. A cloud burst was not out of the realm of possibility, Renji figured, and somehow — he bit down a hysterical laugh — that wasn’t even the worst of their problems.

“It seems so,” Renji agreed, fishing his spirit phone out, “I’m gonna get on line with the Twelfth Division, see if they can tell us what's going on.”

Byakuya nodded curtly, then stared into the horizon again. Renji resisted the urge to sigh and jammed his large thumb over the default helpline number.

Static. Then, ringing. Ringing was good. Ringing meant there was someone on the other end of the line, willing to help him out. Or at least point him to someone willing to help him out.

"Welcome to the Seireitei Remote Officer Helpline, the number one helpline for officers stationed in the Living World," the gentle, robotic voice chimed. "To set-up your Hollow radar, press 1. To check your bank balance, press 2. To initiate a request for backup, press 3…"

Renji raised a brow, slightly impressed. The Remote Officer Helpline was a fairly new contraption to help shinigami posted in the Living World feel slightly less intimidated by the culture shock of being around, well, the living. He hadn't had the chance to test it yet, but so far he was fascinated.

"To open your designated district map, press 4…" the voice continued, mechanically. Renji felt Byakuya's eyes bore a hole into the back of his head and suddenly the fascination he had mere moments ago turned to impatience.

"Well?" Byakuya asked, sidestepping a bug that was creeping through a blade of grass. "Has the Twelfth Division responded?"

"They're reading through the menu," Renji replied, putting his phone on speaker for Byakuya to hear.

Byakuya eyed it suspiciously. He was not the type to trust any contraption that was designed to do the work of man. He especially did not trust a service that had been developed at the Twelfth, designed to thwart a system that had been perfectly in place for years.

"...To access other services, press 6."

Renji pressed 6. The two held their breaths, hoping the additional menu would be of some sort of help.

"Hello shinigami," the voice began with a renewed fervor. "To access an unlimited range of Seireitei entertainment, press 1—"

Byakuya muttered darkly under his breath. It sounded a lot like 'Urahara Kisuke' but in the tone someone would say 'shit' or 'fuck' in.

Renji couldn't be too sure.

#this is probably set during the 17 month timeskip but originally i wanted to explore the renji-byakuya partnership post SS-arc drama😭#renji abarai #i refuse to have a byakuya tag #imagine being on a customer service line while byakuya is staring at you. that was true horror to me back then just. being around byakuya.#myfic

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krikeymate · 1 year

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I just thought of an alternate version of the apartment scene where it diverts when Sam, mindy and Anika are in Quinn’s room and Tara is pounding on the door. Upon hearing Tara at the door and her desperate pleas for Sam and chad saying he was going to get help Ghostface opens the apartment door suddenly dragging Tara in with him and locking Chad out. Idk the logistics if this tbh but shhh….. ghostface then uses Tara to threaten Sam, knowing she’d do anything for Tara. Idk how it would exactly continue for there but it would be interesting to see how Sam would cope. Andthen it can get all angsty with Sam’s constant guilt and her prioritising Tara over everyone and people getting hurt and Tara feeling guilty.

Chad says he's going to get help, and begins leaping back down the stairs. Tara's resorted to trying to kick the door down at this point, and switches to preparing to shoulder it. Just as she hits the door, it flies open and she goes crashing to the floor. By the time she's flipped herself over, it's to the sight of Ghostface towering above her and hands reaching down. One covers her mouth and the other digs a knife into her shoulder.

Inside the bedroom, the other 3 are catching their breath, cautious of the sudden silence and not ready to let their guard down. The ladder is across the window, and Sam's about to try and send Anika across when she hears a voice call out from the other side of the door.

"Samaaanntthhhaa..."

Oh good, Ghostface is still here, in case they were worried it would be that easy. Sam nods to the ladder and mouths at them to go, quickly.

"You really should keep your guard dog on a leash. You know what they do to dogs that bite? They put them down."

Ghostface removes their gloved hand from Tara's mouth and stabs down again, cutting across the existing wound. Sam hears a scream that is distinctly Tara, and doesn't even think twice, reaching for the door.

Mindy surges forward to grab her around her middle and try to hold her back. "You can't! You can't, Sam!" Sam struggles against Mindy's arms, "Tara's out there, he's got Tara!"

"Do you think I'm not worried for Chad?! This is what Ghostface wants, he wants you to open the door, what if it's a trap?"

"Then it's a fucking trap," Sam declares, escaping Mindy's grasp. She rips open the door to see her sister on the floor with a knife in her shoulder. Ghostface has one knee on her chest and a hand around her throat, Tara's hands are latched onto his wrists in an effort to remove him.

"How nice of you to finally join us, Samantha. Where are your friends?"

The banging against the bathroom door begins again.

"Oh, I invited a friend over too, I hope that's ok?"

Mindy throws herself back against the drawers holding back the bathroom door, Sam is frozen in front of the open bedroom door, and Anika is crying on the bed.

"Sam, please," Mindy cries out as the door opens wider and wider with every push. The Ghostface in front of her puts a single finger on the knife in Tara and tilts it. Her sister's pained groan has her leaping forward at Ghostface, who throws themself backwards, yanking the knife out in the same movement.

Mindy begs Anika to go, Danny is yelling from across the window. Anika stands, but she doesn't head for the window, she slumps across the drawers next to Mindy and tells her she needs to go, that she's not gonna make it, she's lost too much blood. Please, Anika begs, please go. "I don't want you to die," Mindy cries. "I don't want to die either," Anika whispers, "I love you." Mindy surges forward to kiss her and repeats it back to her. "Promise you'll try to follow me," she begs. "I will," Anika answers.

Mindy crosses, Anika tries, Ghostface flips the ladder.

Sam fights with Ghostface, and the pained scream from nearby gives Ghostface the upper hand, knife slicing across her arm. Sam trips back and then Ghostface is thrown to the side as Tara barrels into them. Sam scrambles up from the floor, grabbing at Tara's hand and they run for the door.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #scream canon divergence #my writing tag #-apartment attack #tara is a tiny little ferocious guard dog yes she is #anyway quinn is the other ghostface here nobody notices her body is missing in all the chaos and she had a costume in her bag which #is just chilling in the hallway i guess #did i make the anika thing extra tragic? please say yes.#anyway sam blames herself for anika's death even more and she hates that she doesn't regret it. she hates that she knows there's no one she #wouldn't sacrifice if it meant saving tara. mindy doesn't outright blame sam. but they feel it.

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wholemonsternut · 7 months

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i was clipping my nails & i just remembered a story that made me very sensitive abt my my own nails ever since i was a kid haha

there is some gore to it so it is spooky month themed XD

i have those long nails where the nail bed goes all the way to the tip of the finger so that means any growth (the white free edge part) results in my nails sticking out like claws idk moving on...

bc of how it is, the very end of the nail bed is very exposed & be easily cut into. earlier this year, i was opening a box & i wasn't careful enough with where i placed my fingers so one of the corners wedged itself between my right ring finger nail & i bled a significant amount & i could've sworn if i had truly panicked & yanked my hand the wrong direction, half of the nail would be ripped off the flesh (that may have been dramatic but this is my post)

>>ANYWAY, that was just exposition just in case any of you friends don't know what it's like to have something like that because that is a key detail in this story

for some reason my teacher genuinely did not believe that such nails exist (in fairness, at 8yrs old, i have also yet to know anyone else with genetically long nails like mine, so i took her word for it), telling us that it is very unsanitary, unprofessional, & akin to school delinquents to have long nails so she insisted to clip my nails for me

after not only humiliating me amongst my other 8 yr old peers, i also had to stay after the class. she pulled out an assortment of nail clippers & nail files from her purse. & immediately grabs & manhandles my little childish fingers

starting with my right hand, she starts digging the nail clipper into my nail. shocked & ready to cry already, i told her that the nail clipper was too deep & tried to point out that it's gonna bleed while also trying to pull away but she just scoffed (or whatever you'd understand a "tch" as) & held me in a sort of headlock... it felt like i was a sheep being sheered

i wasn't sure what was scarier, the feeling of the large nail clipper being wedged between my nail & flesh that it might as well just pop the whole nail off or the top layer skin being actively cut & yet to bleed to signal to the teacher the she should stop

it took until the we're at the thumb until one of my finger tips are finally stained with blood to have her immediately stop. i was so relieved that it was over & that i still have time to suck up my tears before anyone noticed.

however to her, my fingers are only bleeding because i was moving a lot & making a fuss over nothing

about to move to the left hand, she gave me an opportunity to willingly give my hand without her needing to hold me still. me, being a powerless child, i quickly understood that i do not know how exactly to get out of this situation

so i very hesitantly laid my left hand onto her free hand which she then grabbed the fingers anyway ig because i was very obviously shaking. her grip gets stronger every time i so much as flinch

for some reason, this side hurts more & thinking back i think it's because earlier she was holding my wrist/fingers so tightly that i was kind of numb to the full pain

i had my eyes closed for the most part & heard her sweeping the table (to clean up the nail clippings). i didn't want to be hopeful that it was over like i was minutes ago but i stared at her movements for a few seconds to confirm that she was putting away her things.

standing from my seat, i was ready to run hoping that i could catch that one kid selling bandages but

"where do you have to be so quickly? sit first. i'm not done yet." (best translation i can do, sorry)

she taps the previously mentioned nail file. at this time of my life, i didn't know what those were so i had no idea what she was about to do with a foam stick covered in sandpaper

i had a more verbal reaction with this one. apparently i was being a "whiny, dirty, unkempt, spoiled brat" standing up for myself for not wanting someone to rub my wounds with sandpaper but tbh i think i was a more of a personal opinion

i managed to get out of this part of the manicure session by saying that recess was almost over & i was very hungry

i couldn't find that kid that sold bandages that day btw

thank you so much for joining me in my dramatic retelling of my childhood self's torture session <3

#yes i was clipping my nails short & cut myself that made me tell this story how did u know #after graduating i do purposefully keep my nails longer bc it feels like that exposed bit is a little more protected XD #blogging #blabers

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whwie · 2 years

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anw to describe more in details about my last post, so I can kinda remember this significant-ish moment. here's what happened:

so drama class, we we're partnered up with ppl of different body types, weird way to say don't partner up with the same sex.

So I ended up partnering up with this one guy, strong than me and I think works out a bit.

The rules were for this activity, was that we could only have 2 feet on the ground as a group. And hands counted as feet. And to do a lot of movement/actions/steps(?) with the other person.

So we started out holding our hands and balancing on 1 foot each and alternating between them. This was getting to repetitive, so I start laughing and giggling from the awkwardness and absurdity of this activity (I laugh when things don't feel comfortable for me just to make it feel a bit better). So at one point we're just holding hands balancing on 1 foot watching the other groups. At this point I'm giggling and laughing pretty easily at everything we do. I go into a squat and suggest that he try and sit on my shoulders, holding on to his wrists; he denies. He suggests giving me a piggyback, and he is significantly taller than me and still balancing on 1 foot. So worrying about his foot I suggests that he puts it down so I can jump, but he denies that and I jump on his back. A little lower on his back than expected but not that uncomfortable, I try to adjust myself by doing that thing where the person carrying u jumps and adjust their hold, on my own. But that doesn't really work. So I just I wrap my arms around his neck and ask if I'm too heavy. Which he responds "uhhh it's not so bad.", so good enough for me tbh bc I knew he's def strong and worked out a bit but also I think he told me it wasn't as consistent as b4. BUT LIKE RIGHT AFTER THAT, THE MAN STARTS FUCKING RUNNING LAPS. Well like running in a small oval on a part of the stage we're on, so during this I'm just full on laughing at this point cuz like what???? he didn't tell me he was gonna do this, he just took off. So I'm laughing pretty loudly saying his name and like "what r we doing??". Couldn't really tell what were the other groups doing but I definitely felt/saw a few of them staring at us from the side. Then we come to a stop and go back to holding hands, at this point hold our wrists and balancing on 1 foot each. Then he asks to spin me, which I do while laughing/giggling. We were trying to come up with some way to use our hands but the time for activity ended.

In conclusion, always being worried about being too heavy for others and then getting picked up and asking if I am and him responding not really ish and fucking proving it(??) by running; made me feel funny. In a good way

#this all happened bc of drama class #maybe i do like physical affection

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teenyteaser · 2 years

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My physiotherapy is going really well, almost have full movement back which is amazing, driving when you can’t fully move your wrist and thumb is a fucking nightmare😬 Still under a lot of supervision which is a pain, but at the same time, kinda nice. The extra help with the kids for my appointments is definitely a bonus🤷🏽‍♀️ I’m still riding the post *unalive* attempt high (although it’s almost gone) so I guess that’s why Friday hasn’t made me *unalival*.

I’ve not been wearing my wrist support but tbh it just draws too much attention, people then ask what happened and I either have to lie, which I suck at and can never be bothered to do, so I’d just end up telling the brutal truth and amass a crowd of horrified people😂 So I decided to just not wear it, it’s healing well enough without so what’s even the point🤷🏽‍♀️

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kyojurokoibito · 2 years

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Beautiful Scars

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis/Request: "Hiiiiiiii 👋 just so u know I'm in love with your writings 😍 so I thinking maybe you could do kyojuro and reader who has some scars on her face (from a demon) and wears a mask to hide it (highly insecure about them). Then fire boii reassures her that she is beautiful with or without scars 🥺. Could you add senjuro too"

Warning(s): slight signs of panic attack w/the reader; kyo being a supportive baby as always

Kao's Note(s): heyooo! sorry this one took so long, promise you i wasn't ignoring your request lol! thank you! i honestly wasn't expected people to like my writing this much, i'm honestly just procrastinating tbh. i tried adding senjuro, but it was just poorly executed everytime i tried im sorry. ;-;

kyo's just general a sweet man, so he intends to be with you for as long as possible

and he is

you and kyojuro have been together for a while now, since dinosaurs roamed the earth, it feels like. he's really loving, and he can read you like a book

you told each other everything, never kept any secrets from one another. he is definitely your biggest supporter, and vice versa. he's never made you feel uncomfortable before

so why hasn't he seen your face in so long?

kyojuro remembers your features well though. you're the most beautiful woman he's ever had the privilege to come across, and he's incredibly happy to call you his

he always remembers, on one of your rare leisure days, that you'd both be wandering around in the market. not looking for anything in particular, but you enjoyed each other's company nonetheless

kyojuro would be excitedly pulling you along, gently, yet eagerly, tugging you to any stand that would catch his eye. bystanders would point you two out, and kyojuro would take notice before boldly declaring, "ah, so you've noticed my beautiful wife, have you!"

it could be quite embarrassing for you, but you had to admit, your heart did flip flops when you noticed how proud he was to call you his wife

his chest puffed out in pride, hands curled into fists as they rested on his hips while e bragged about you, "she's saved this town many times from strong demons! she's incredible, is she not!"

the bystanders usually smile, laughing as you try to hide yourself in the fabric of kyojuro's haori, but it makes you feel a little better when they agreed with kyojuro's statements

"yes, she is beautiful, and she is rather strong."

but, you nearly met your match with a certain demon

they were strong, much stronger than the mission details anticipated with it being in close relations with muzan. you definitely held your own for quite a while, being a hashira, it was a given that you could handle yourself

but, still, you're only human

your movements were precise, but they were beginning to grow slower from exhaustion and the injuries you sustained from the battle

just in case the battle went south, you sent your crow back to the demon slayer headquarters, requesting for backup

but the demon was rather sadistic, enjoying toying with your weakening form all too much

the demon didn't escape the battle without injuries of his own, but his regeneration speed was rather extraordinary, and he seemed to be unscathed

he somehow managed to pin you down, nearly breaking both of your arms with the amount of force he applied to your limbs

dark, purple spots began to appear on the skin of your wrists, bruising from the demon's bone-crushing grip

eventually, he did succeed in snapping one of your wrists, laughing loudly as your face contorted in the slightest amount pain

although, he had to admit, he admired how long you were able to hold your own. you didn't even scream when he broke your wrist in two

but, he wasn't finished toying with you just yet

the demon's dagger-like nails slashed across your face. if you blinked you'd miss it, and then he did it again...and again

and again

his maniacal laughter rung through the forest as he continued to hack and slash at your face, your skin burning with each nail that dug into you

then, the weight of the demon was removed from you. you didn't know what happend, but an all too familiar voice reached your ears, "i'd appreciate it if you didn't treat my wife that way!"

it didn't take long from kyojuro to defeat the demon, as he was also acting on his rage

but that day was the last time he'd ever laid eyes on your face

no matter how badly his lungs burned, kyojuro refused to stop running until you were brought back to the butterfly estate

your energy was completely drained

immobilized from your battle, you couldn't move your limbs. everything was agonizing, but you were numb at the same time. the one thing you did take note of was your face

the level of pain in your face was severe

you don't exactly what level of damage was done to your face, but you could tell that it was critical. and you'd be surprised if it looked anything like it did before

shinobu worked tirelessly to repair the damage, and she did it very well like always

and you finally awoke

your eyelids felt like a ton of bricks, as you forced them open.

you were sure how long you've been unconscious, but it felt as if you'd been asleep for weeks. lethargy was prominent in your body, it feeling like an ongoing battle just to move your eyes around the room.

recalling back to the grueling battle, you remembered kyojuro coming to your rescue moments before you went unconscious. but nothing after that.

much to your momentary relief, you were alone in the room for the time being. having the brief moment to yourself was rather soothing, able to decompress and reflect on what happened.

then, your eyes fell upon a mirror.

the air nearly got knocked from your lungs, peering at your face. shinobu definitely did a great job with the major damage, honestly you were still greatly recognizable. but...

...you had so many scars.

your fingers gently grazed over the marked skin of your face, frowning at the countless imperfections you saw. the scars on your face weren't as large as sanemi's, but they were just as noticeable. and you mad many more than he did.

the scars were mainly scattered across the lower half of your face, beneath your nose, over your cheeks, and covering your mouth. your eyebrows furrowed, lips pulling downward in a frown.

and, before you knew it, you began to cry.

now, you knew kyojuro's love for you ran much deeper than your looks. he's filled your ears with his words everyday with how grateful he was to have captured your beautiful heart, telling you just how much he loves your persona and character.

but, you couldn't help but remember how much he'd boast about how beautiful your were.

what if he stopped loving you because of your scars? would he even look at you any more? would he grow tired of you?

your hands hysterically rubbed at your face, desperately wanting the scars to go away. your heart beat rapidly, almost painfully, in your chest.

looking around, you found a big roll of gauze laying on the nightstand. much like obanai, your wrapped them around the lower half of your face, but unlike him, you left your lips exposed.

and then, the frantic feeling in your chest simmered.

that was many months ago.

kyojuro was ecstatic that you were alright, only coming out with scars. he scooped you up into the largest hug he could muster when he laid eyes on you, finally able to rest easy when he found you awake.

he only had on question: why have you covered your face now?

this question pondered in his brain for months after you'd been released from the butterfly estate. he'd asked you the day you awoke, "why are you covering your face?!"

to which, you replied with a convincing, "some of the sounds haven't healed yet, kyo. i must keep them covered so they won't become infected."

he believed it for a while, then your excuses continue for day...

then weeks...

and then months.

today, however, kyojuro was dead set on getting to the bottom of this.

he missed the feeling of cupping your soft cheeks, gingerly rubbing his thumb on the skin beneath your eyes. the feeling of your face on his hands always reassured him you'd be there.

but now, the only thing he can feel is the scratchy material of the bandages. and he is not a fan of it.

he'd just gotten out of the bath, a comfortable kimono hung loosely over his body, his broad chest exposed. once he returned to your room, he'd found you in the casual, silk kimono he'd bought for you on day. you were sitting on your knees in front of a mirror, brushing the tangles out of your hair.

but, much to his dismay, you had those pesky bandages on again.

"my love," kyojuro's feet thumped softly against the floor. once he reached you, he sunk to his knees before wrapping his arms around your waist and burrying his face into the nape of your neck. "how're your wounds feeling tonight?" he gingerly dragged his finger along the a strip of the bandage.

"j-just fine, kyo," you nearly dropped your brush from his innocent question. you saw kyojuro's poor dejected face when you started wearing the bandages, but you just couldn't bring yourself to take them off.

"so," he boldy started, kissing your hair. "when will the bandages come off, then?" you froze up at the question, your brush chattering to the ground.

"w-well," you looked everywhere but him, and he stared at you expectantly. "i–um just wanna be sure that everything will be h-healed a-and–"

kyojuro cut you off, his hand gently cupping your cheek to turn your face forward so you could face him in the mirror.

"my dear, y/n," kyojuro tightened his hold on you. "i love you, but i do not love your untruthful words to me." a frown pulled on kyojuro's lips, continuing to trace his finger along the lines of the bandages. "now, please do tell me the truth to this: why do you still wear those bandages?" your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, and you signed.

"w-well," kyojuro perked up in hearing your voice respond. "i have–um–i have a-a lot of scars from that demon, and..." your trailer off, looking down in your lap.

"and..." kyojuro urged you to continue, gently hooking your chin between his fingers and tilted your chin up to keep eye contact through the mirror.

"and i was w-worried that you'd might l-leave me if you saw them," you fiddled with kyojuro's fingers on your bandages, rapidly blinking back tears. "y-y-you'd always say how b-beautiful i w-was, and i was scared you wouldn't w-want me.."

kyojuro couldn't believe his ears.

you thought he was going to leave you? is that what this was all about? part of him felt guilty; did he really make you feel like the only thing he cared about was your looks? that definitely wasn't his intention.

"oh, love," kyojuro rested his cheek atop your head. "your looks are the least of my concern, and please forgive me if i made you feel otherwise."

he began to carefully unwrap the bandages from your mouth, never breaking eye contact with you.

"i can guarantee you this," your heart began to race as the bandages fell to the floor, revealing your scarred face. "these scars only add to your beauty. they are not imperfections in my eyes, only reminders of the strong woman you are." your lip quivered.

"kyojuro..."

he stood up behind you, extending his hands out to you. you placed your palms into his, and he hoisted you up to your feet.

"my precious, y/n," kyojuro bent down to gently press his lips to each of your scars, briskly dragging his finger across it after he did so. "i would never invalidate you for something as minor as a couple scars, and besides..."

kyojuro cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. after months of never seeing your face, he could finally pull your lips to his and seal them in a long overdue kiss.

"...your scars are beautiful."

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venenatd · 3 years

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just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader)

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different”

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand.

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good.

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade.

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh.

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”.

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier.

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was.

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw.

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise.

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.”

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?”

His lips are so close to your ear.

“You.”

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer.

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?”

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent.

“Don’t challenge me.”

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily.

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door.

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before.

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity?

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous.

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up.

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them.

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face.

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again.

“Fuck you,” you hiss.

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily.

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths.

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time.

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach.

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit.

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst.

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy.

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble.

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again.

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge.

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm.

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him.

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else.

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him.

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you.

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock.

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction.

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead.

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that.

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse.

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little.

“You’re getting tighter.”

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s.

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.”

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation.

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone.

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable.

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded.

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length.

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening.

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again.

“P - please, it’s s-so good.”

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.”

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible.

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again.

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that.

“You okay?”

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for.

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up.

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

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