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Can i have a full song with…ethan landry

dark romance, stalker!ethan, ghostface!kink

Had this idea that reader gets gifts to her apartment and it’s always anonymous, at first it’s cute gifts like flowers, chocolate or custom made playlist but then it starts to get darker like some pictures of her she wasn’t aware of or even things she lost MONTHS ago like panties, jewelry’s….it can even go darker that at some point he just snap and he send her sperm or something and he get her voice messages to confess his love and say he would kill for her (like post murder adrenaline) and one time she gets to her apartment and there’s no gifts because ethan is inside (and he’s basically the gift) and he has his ghostface costume on and maybe he makes a reveal and like he’s giggling and shit and maybe after some smutty scene ? like ugh i’m dying for this

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ghostface! Stalker! Ethan Landry x Fem! Naive! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, fluff, maybe slight angst?

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 5.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ethan knew you were the perfect target whenever he met you. Oh you were perfect; beautiful,, sweet, funny, smart… but at the same time, so fucking stupid. He started sending you small things at first, your favorite candy and a CD with music that reminded him of you with a record player, but he needed more. He needed to make you know who he was, he needed you to love him. He couldn’t stay in the shadows anymore, and now that he’s finally sent you the biggest thing ever, he’s ready to reveal who he is - right after his first kill.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - THIS IS A DARK FIC, PLEASE BEWARE! || HEAVY MANIPULATION || READER IS EXTREMELY NAIVE || ETHAN IS VERY MANIPULATIVE || cursing & foul language || reader again is very naive || if i need to explain it, I took Kris from his real last name Kirsh || you both know each other out of this, but it’s not really mentioned until the end || voyeurism kink || toy usage || sleepy-fuck || blindfold || you’re a heavy sleeper now || creampie || cum eating || virginity loss || multiple rounds || raw sex || unprotected sex || creampie || multiple orgasms || dacryphilia || rough fuck ||

It started with a burner phone.

You were confused at first, especially because you had never seen one in real life since you had no use for one, but you kept it. You had thought maybe you could find out who it belonged to, so when it rang, you answered.

“Hi! My name is Y/N, I found this phone on my doormat, are you looking for it?”

Oh, Ethan wanted to laugh. Were you that nice? “No, I’m not… it’s a gift - for you.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a gift… from me, your secret admirer.” Ethan smiled, the voice editor on his end making his voice come out deeper and more playful. With this new secret admirer personality, he could take on a new persona, someone confident and forward that you would fall in love with easily. “Just so I can reach you quicker.”

“Oh,” you say, smiling as you play with the burner phone. “I-I’ve never had one of these before.”

“A burner phone?”

“We-Well that too,” you say, giggling. “I meant… a secret admirer.”

“Oh,” Ethan spoke, smiling. “Well then, I’m glad to be your first.” He knew damn well you had never had a secret admirer, and it made him love it that much more.

“O-Oh… well what do I do now?”

“You take my gifts,” he responded, smiling. “I know you’ll love them, all of them. I think it will be pretty fun too.”

“Well… it won’t get like obsessive, right? Stalker-ish, I mean.” You asked, knowing that it had happened to some women in TV shows.

“Of course not, honey. Everything I send you will be harmless, I promise. I never break a promise.”

You smiled widely, nodding. “Good. I trust you… what should I call you?”

Ethan paused, humming slightly. What could you call him? “You can call me… Kris. With a K.”

“Is that your name?” You ask, tilting your head to the side as you slowly look inside of the box that the burner came in. “Oh, what’s this?”

“No, it’s not. But that’s a Polaroid of you. I know you like them, you can start a little album,” he responds, smiling. “My next gift to you will be an album. So you can keep all of the Polaroids I sent you.”

“I’d like that,” you respond, smiling as your finger goes over the picture of you getting your normal coffee at your favorite shop. “Do you know my coffee order?”

Ethan paused, smiling. Of course he knew your coffee order, he wasn’t stupid, but he didn’t want to seem that stalkery off the bat. “I’ll learn it,” he told you, his hand grazing over the to-go copy cup with your order scrawled on the side. “Get it delivered to you every morning.”

You laughed, biting your lip. “I’ll hold you to that.”

The next few months were amazing, beautiful even. It might’ve gotten a little weird, but Kris assured you that he was just moving your relationship to the next level. You’d never had a secret admirer before, so when he told you that there was nothing to worry about whenever the gifts started getting more intimate, you believed him.

“Kris, are you sure that this is okay?” You asked as he positioned himself on a nearby fire escape in an apartment he was renting. “I don’t… I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.”

“Hey, don’t you worry about it,” Kris said, smiling as you walked out of the restroom with the lingerie he bought you on show. “I’m not asking you to do anything in it, just try it on… do you have it on?”

“Yeah, I do,” you whisper, staring at yourself in the mirror. It was nice, a beautiful corset lingerie top and some skimpy underwear that actually fit you perfectly because it was the same one you tried on in the store. “H-How did you know I was looking at this one?”

“I think I know you well enough, my love,” Ethan lied, knowing damn well he followed you into the store you went into and watched you grab it before putting it back on the display after trying it on. It was too risky to try and follow you into the dressing rooms. “Does it fit?”

“Y-Yeah…” you whisper, inhaling deeply. “Yeah, it fits perfectly.”

He could tell that it fit perfectly, pushing up your tits and wrapping around your perfect body tightly, your ass on display from the tight g-string. He stared at you as you spin around, watching you check yourself out in your mirror. He loved the way you looked at yourself, confident with that spark in your eye.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you whisper, smiling. “I love it so much.”

“Good,” Ethan smiled, cursing as his alarm went off.

“Kris? Is everything all right?” You asked, his voice getting lower as you heard dinging. “Kris?”

“Yeah, I’m okay darling, just have to go do something,” Ethan responded, shaking his head. “You just take a few pictures for me and send them, got it? I’ll give you another present tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, sighing in disappointment before smiling, trying to fake some happiness. “I hope whatever you have to do goes well.”

Ethan smiled, rubbing his hand against his growing bulge as you slowly set down your phone, going to your drawers. He had been in your room before, not that you knew, and always stole your underwear - whether they were the cotton ones or the more skimpy ones - but you opened a drawer and pulled out a book he always ignored that never seemed too interesting. Who would have a book with no title on it?

“Thank you, honey,” he responded, humming. “Just send me those pictures and I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, opening the false book to pull out the silicone vibrator you hid inside of it. “I will. Have a good day, Kris.”

Ethan choked as you pulled out the vibrator, covering his mouth as you looked at the phone you had put on speaker. “Kris? Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” Ethan closed his drooling mouth, shaking his head. “Just send me those pictures, okay my love?”

“Okay, Kris,” you respond, humming. “W-Wait.”

“Yes?” Ethan was getting impatient, already pulling out his cock as he grabbed the Polaroid camera next to him.

“I-I uhm…” you whispered this time, clearing your throat. “I-I’ll miss you.”

Ethan paused, smiling as he slowly pumped his cock. “I’ll miss you too, Y/N. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

Ethan hung up, turning off his alarm that told him to start getting ready for class. At this moment, fuck his professor.

He watched as you slowly laid on the bed, the exposed crotch area of the underwear allowing you to easily slip it up and down your slit.

You gasped, groaning softly as you felt the cold silicone against your clit. It had been a while since you had last used this toy, or any toy for that matter, but that didn’t matter right now. You felt so pretty and desirable in this lingerie, you deserved this.

You gasped as you held the button at the end, whimpering when it started vibrating loudly and with a force you didn’t remember it having. Quickly, you pressed it a few more times to get it to a slower setting, soft vibrations filling the room as you swiped it up and down your cunt. It felt weird at first after you had been without it for so long, maybe even slightly uncomfortable before you slipped your fingers down to join the toy, groaning with an unconscious rut of your hips into the toy.

Your fingers slide over your wet cunt, gasping as you pressed the tip of the vibrator to your clit, groaning as you lifted your hips just a bit to get that perfect angle. It doesn’t take you long to slip a pillow under your hips just as you slide a finger into your cunt, groaning loudly as you slowly turn the vibrator in a firm circle against your clit.

It wasn’t enough though, not for what you wanted, making you tilt the vibrator to an angle to push it down so the tip was against the top of your entrance. Your other hand pushed another finger into your cunt, the end of the vibrator pressed firmly to your clit as you rolled your hips into the toy.

Would he fuck you like this? Would he use a toy until you’re a blubbering mess underneath him and begging for his cock?

The answer was yes. Kris would torture you with a toy until you’re sobbing from overstimulation, but Ethan? The Ethan that you would bring out? He wouldn’t stop when you’re overstimulated, pressing the vibrator to your swollen clit as he used your pussy like a fleshlight for his own pleasure until you were sobbing and your mascara was running down your face.

He watched through the Polaroid camera, taking a few pictures and was grateful for the fact that he changed the film case so he could take as many pictures as he wanted while his other hand pumped his cock. He groaned, watching as you pulled out your fingers and pushed the vibrator into your cunt, pumping his cock harder as he shifted his hips and pulled the camera farther back, getting both his cock right at the moment he came and the image of your pinched face as you came around the vibrator.

Your eyes rolled back, groaning loudly as your hips buck uncontrollably into the vibrator, whimpering slightly as it pushed against your sensitive cunt, holding the back of the vibrator to try and turn it off, eyes rolling back when it took too long. You panted, inhaling sharply as you let it stay inside of your cunt for a few seconds before your phone dings.

Reaching for your regular phone, you tilted your head slightly in confusion when there was no notification until another ding made you look to the side, smiling as you slowly took out the toy and walked over and grabbed it.

Kris 3:23pm

Don’t forget those pictures for me, darling.

Later that day, when you were asleep, Ethan easily snuck in through your window from the fire escape. He was a bit paranoid since last time you woke up to use the bathroom and he had to hide underneath your bed, but he had run out of your underwear from cumming all over them. He had planned to wash them, but it never worked out because there were no washing machines and dryers at the dorms and it’d look very weird doing that in a washateria.

With that though, he slipped a blindfold over your eyes and headphones over your ears, watching as you twisted slightly. He grabbed his burner phone with the voice modifier, calling you as you hummed softly. You don’t question the blindfold over your eyes, or the headphones on your head, only focusing on answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey honey,” Ethan spoke, his voice edited as he slowly kneeled over the bed. “Guess who?”

You giggle, shrugging as you go to twist on the bed before he holds your hips. You gasped making him laugh, your voice echoing in your ears before his thumbs firmly slid over your pelvis bone. “Hey darling… darling, it’s me. It’s me.”

“Wh-Why are you here, Kris? Y-You’re scaring me,” you say, his shushing making you shiver as his thumbs slide down to your wet cunt covered only by your thin cotton panties. “Kris?”

“I’m here, honey, it’s me,” he said, licking his lips as he pressed his thumbs down firmly. “Got my hands here, baby. Rubbing you nicely. I just… I couldn’t hold back anymore, my love. Do you want me to leave? I’ll… I’ll leave if you want me to.”

He really wasn’t going to, honestly — if you wanted him to leave.

“No,” you respond, your hands swatting at the air before he caught your wrist and guided it to his chest. “Why did you wait so long? Why now?”

“Because,” Ethan whispered, his voice cutting out slightly as he slowly slipped down your panties. “I couldn’t hold back.”

“A-Are you… are you going to do something?”

“Like what?” He asked you, his lips softly pressing to your hip bone. “Can I… do something? I’ll be nice. I’ll be so nice, honey, nice and gentle.”

“Yes… yes, please,” you whispered, groaning as his thumbs slowly pulled apart your pussy lips and he stared at the wetness already leaking out.

He groaned as he stood, going into that same drawer you put the hollow book and taking out your vibrator, pushing it into his mouth with a loud groan.

“K-Kris? Is everything okay?”

“Don’t say that name,” Ethan’s voice came out more rough then he meant it to when he pulled the toy out of his mouth, cursing softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound that way… I just… it’s not my real name and I’d rather you moan my real name rather than that one. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, I understand,” you whimpered as he slowly kneeled in between your spread legs, taking the vibrator and slowly turning it on. “Wh-What’s that?”

“You don’t know?” Ethan laughed, pushing the vibrator between your folds and easily sliding it up and down your soaked cunt. He watched your face pinch, mouth falling open as your nose scrunched, wishing he could see your pretty eyes. Were they snapped open or squeezed shut?

They were squeezed shut, your thighs already shaking as your hands squeeze the sheets and your hips buck into the silicone. You gasped, the vibrations clear over your headphones as his mouth sucked on your clit, tongue lapping as he let his saliva gather.

On the other hand, Ethan was focusing on not cumming. He watched your hands dig into the sheets, your hips bucking with each flick of his tongue to that sensitive bundle of nerves that was just fucking delectable right now. Ethan was enjoying the fact he was making you feel good without even touching you, the vibrator doing all the work as he easily slipped it inside of you, thrusting it in and out as you moaned loudly.

He wasn’t even sure if you knew how loud you were being, your hands quickly finding their way to his hair and pulling him closer as his other hand held your thigh over his shoulder. He could feel you rocking your hips into the vibrator, your fingers threading through his curls and tugging slightly to hear him groan against your cunt.

It makes you gasp, the vibrations traveling straight through your clit to your spine, your stomach clenching as you rut your hips into the air. He groaned, gasping as he nudged his nose to your low puffy clit, pushing his tongue down to your entrance where the vibrator was handle deep inside of you.

He could hear your moans filling the room, unable to see the tears pricking your eyes from pleasure. You had never taken the vibrator this deep, his hand movements languid and lazy making you desperate.

Ethan was desperate so see the way your cunt clenched and fluttered, staring at each erotic movement. He was so tempted to stick his tongue in there with the toy, but he knew it would leave that unfamiliar feeling on his slick muscle, so he decided against it. Besides, he took enough pleasure listening to your moans and watching your cunt flutter when you started to get closer to your release.

Still though, as much as he loved watching you get off for something he was doing, he couldn’t cum. He wanted to, but he couldn’t, not if it wasn’t going to be inside of you and if you weren’t looking at him.

“Are you close, darling?”

“Y-Yes!” You screamed out, groaning. “Fuck, yes!”

You could feel the vibrator press to the perfect spot inside of you, your mouth falling open when the knot finally snapped and you came around the toy, screaming so loudly you could hear yourself. Your voice was definitely deeper than you thought it would be.

“K-Kris? Was that me?”

He turned off the toy with a soft curse, pressing a kiss to your clit as he slowly pulled it out. He watched your hands slowly pull out of his hair as he turned off the vibrator, thumbs pressing against his face as you pressed your lips together firmly. It makes Ethan’s brows pull together as his face scrunches, confused before you start to giggle.

“Well, I can’t see you… so I wanted to try to memorize your face with my hands,” you say, smiling. “Your skin is soft.”

“You can see me soon, my love,” Ethan whispered, slowly leaning forward so that his face was close to yours. You smiled as he nudged his wet nose against yours, his lips softly ghosting over yours as you inhaled shakily. “I promise you.”

You inhaled as you pulled him closer, humming as his fingers trail over your hips, his lips softly pressing to yours. His lips make you gasp, soft but slightly chapped, perfect against yours as you wrap your legs around his waist, softly rolling your hips against his hard cock making him groan loudly against your mouth.

“Won’t you fuck me, Kris? Please?”

“I can’t,” Ethan mumbled, humming. “I want you to see my face when I fuck you.”

You inhale, nodding as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “Uhm… if you don’t want me to call you Kris, what should I call you?”

“You won’t have to call me that anymore, I’ll give you my real name soon, I promise.”

And with that, he pushed the vibrator right back into you, turning it onto its highest setting to watch your face scrunch, determined to stare at your face until he could see tears.

The next morning, Ethan gave you your usual coffee and pastry at your doorstep, a smile on your face as you called him while you ate.

“You should come by again tonight,” you suggest, biting into your pastry. “I could uhm… I could do something for you.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, pumping his cock. He had been edging himself since yesterday when he saw you, humming. “You’re already doing something for me, darling. You just keep talking.”

You paused, gasping. Was he… masturbating?

“Kr-Kris, are you-”

“What’d I tell you about calling me that?” Ethan almost got turned off, if it wasn’t for you stuttering. “What do you think I’m doing, baby?”

“I-I… I don’t know.”

“I’m getting your present ready,” he smirked down at the acrylic container already almost filled up with his cum, the last few releases already almost filling it up. “I think you’re going to like it.”

“What is it?” You asked, perking up as you finished up your coffee. “I-Is it something nice?”

“Oh yeah baby,” he laughed, cursing as he finally came, spurting it inside of the container as he grunted, cleaning up the side and sliding his finger over the side. “I think you’ll like it. I’ll have it at your door soon, my love.”

You smiled, nodding. “Right… right, okay. I’ll see you soon… darling.”

“We’ll see.”

You waited by the door as soon as he hung up, pacing desperately to be there as soon as he knocked. You gasped when there was a soft knock against your door, quickly opening the door and looking around to try and see if you could see someone in the hall, but there wasn’t.

You sighed when you looked down, a small box tied with a bow that you slowly grabbed and set on your table after locking the door. You answered it as you started opening the box, confused when you saw a small container. “What is it?”

“Oh, you already opened it, you’re so impatient,” he laughed, leaning against the wall of the room he rented right next to yours. “Are we going to act like you didn’t try to look for me? Running to the door like that.”

“H-How did you know that?” You asked, staring at the door. “I… did I miss you?”

“Just about,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Why don’t you open that container for me?”

“Oh… okay,” you whisper, slowly opening it and taking a slight sniff, nose scrunching. “Is it a lotion?”

He laughed, staring down at his cock that was already getting hard. “I mean… I guess it’s more… edible.”

“I can eat it?”

He hummed, listening to your actions as close as he could.

You lift it to your lips, slowly dipping your tongue inside and your nose scrunching when you tasted the salty substance. “What is it?”

“Something special I made for you,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You enjoy that, alright?”

“Can I cook with it?”

Ethan laughed again before his phone dings, cursing. “No, honey, it’s meant to be eaten on its own, but I have to go, okay? I’ll see you tonight.”

“Can I see you?”

He paused, sighing. “We’ll see. I love you.”

“I… I love you too.”

He hung up, groaning when he saw a text from his sister. At least you had a class today, so you wouldn’t be suspected as the murderer.

That night, you still couldn’t figure out what that thing Kris gave you was, or you didn’t want to figure it out. You had an inference after you dipped your finger inside and scooped more into your mouth, but you blocked it out as soon as you thought of it. He wouldn’t be like that, would he?

When someone knocked, you looked at your phone, the number 10:32 bright on your normal screen. He wouldn’t leave a gift this late, would he?

Slowly, you walked over and peaked out the hole, face scrunching in confusion when you didn’t see anyone. It was stupid, yes, opening the door, gasping as you were pushed inside, face forward against your wall. For fucks sake, what kind of luck was this?

“Stop! Please, stop, I’m a college student – I don’t have anything!” It was true, you were waist deep in student debt, what could they want from you?

You could feel tears pricking your eyes as his hands paw at your waist, red stained fingers making you whimper before he starts to laugh. You had definitely heard that laugh before.

“Kr-Kris?”

“What did I say about that name?” His hands push into the front of your underwear, a gasp falling from your lips before it turns into a loud groan when his fingers graze your still sensitive clit. “I guess… now you can know my real name.”

You gasped at his voice, groaning as you pressed your forehead to the wall, his lips grazing your ear. “Wh-What is it?”

“Ethan.”

You paused, quickly turning around with a gasp when you saw the pretty face of the guy from one of your classes that you always looked at for a little too long. “Ethan… Ethan.”

“You like saying it, don’t you? Then you’re going to love moaning it,” he mumbled, watching your hips rut from his fingers grazing over your clit again, your body squirming against the walls as he laughed, easily pulling off your bottoms and underwear. “I’m so glad I used this pussy until you were sobbing last night, preparing you for my cock. Gonna use you until you’re a sobbing mess and you’re addicted to my cock. I’ve waited way too long to fuck you, and right now, I really need it.”

“E-Ethan-!” You screamed out as he picked you up, gasping as he threw you over his shoulder, walking straight to your room and throwing you onto the bed. “Wh-What happened?”

He looked down at the stupid Ghostface robe he’d have to take off to fuck you, with more clothes underneath, cursing. “Don’t worry, honey, you don’t have to worry about that. I took care of it.”

“Are you all right?” You asked, sitting up as he took off his clothes, stripping down to nothing as he crawled over your body.

“Don’t worry about that, my love,” he whispered, smiling down at you. “You just get ready to feel the most pleasure you’ll ever feel in your life, okay?”

“W-Wait!” You pressed your hands to his chest, panting underneath him. “I’m… I’m a virgin, Ethan. Please, please be gentle.”

He pressed his lips together, holding back a smile as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as he held your face with one hand, the other pushing down to your cunt and sliding down your folds, gathering your wetness. He groaned as he easily slipped a finger into your cunt, your walls immediately clamping down as he imagined your pussy fluttering like he saw last night.

“I promise you baby, you don’t want me to be gentle. I’ll make you feel so good, I swear.”

You inhaled, nodding as he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

You gasped as he pulled his fingers out of you, watching as he slowly grabbed his hard cock, his tip an angry red and dripping precum, wasting no time pushing into your cunt. You gasped, groaning loudly as he slowly pushed into you, eyes rolling back as your eyes prick with tears of pain. It felt weird and hurt slightly, but it wasn’t anything compared to when he pushed the vibrator into you last night and watched you cum over and over again last night, so many times you lost count.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight,” he groaned, pulling out to watch the moonlight reflect off his arousal covered cock, a choked sound leaving your mouth when you saw it. Were you really that wet? “You feel better than I could ever imagine, fuck!”

You were too overstimulated from yesterday, his thrusts rough and quick though still sloppy, his first time being in your cunt making him unhinged. How could he hold back when you were so wet and tight, clamping down on his shaft perfectly and barely letting him pull out? Fuck, he couldn’t stop now.

You held onto his shoulders, groaning loudly as you rut your hips into his, Ethan’s hands finding the backs of your thighs and pulling them around his waist with a loud grunt. Your nails drag down his back, loud whines leaving your lips as his tip abuses your cervix, hitting with each rough thrust as he pressed his mouth to your neck. “Fuck!”

His voice was broken and strained as your hips begin to move unconsciously, desperate to hit that high as his tongue dragged down your neck, already marking your skin up with hickies. He was so desperate, hips speeding up as he neared his climax, loud groans falling from his mouth as you cursed.

“F-Fuck, fuck Ethan! Please, please, it’s too much!” You sobbed, desperate for more just as much as you were desperate for a break. Your mind was blurry and hazy, mixing the wires of pain and pleasure, unsure whether to stop or keep going.

He laughed as he pulled away, leaning forward to kiss your lips, wiping your eyes as he paused his hips just for a second, desperate to control himself. He inhaled, finally finding a steady rhythm even though he was so close to cumming, desperate to make sure you found pleasure. "It's okay to cry, darling, I know it's out of pleasure. Come on, show me how good I make you feel. Cry for me."

Oh, that’s all you needed.

You sobbed as he finally thrusted one last time, a loud groan falling from his lips, his cum filling your deepest parts and pushing past your cervix enough to make your vision go white and a scream of his name fall from your lips. He doesn’t let you take a breath, easily flipping your limp body over to thrust his hips against your ass, turning into rolls in desperation as he pushes his fingers over your arms to follow up to your hands, intertwining your fingers as you sobbed from pleasure.

It was too much, his movements never stopping as he squeezed your hands, tongue trailing over your cheek. He smeared blood across your skin, not that you noticed, his mouth and teeth marking up your skin with hickies and bite marks, determined to show everyone else in the world you were his.

He pulled one hand away from yours, pushing it down to squeeze your ass in his hand, giving you a soft slap to make you regain focus back on him. “What are you thinking about, my love? You should only be thinking about my cock.”

Oh and you were. How long had you been in this position, how many times had you come and clenched around his cunt in desperation, signaling your body cumming around his length?

“I am, I am! I am, holy fuck you feel so good, fuck Ethan!”

He leaned down, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as your knuckles go white, eyes rolling back as previous tears fall into your open mouth making you taste the salty liquid, his teeth marking you once again. “You’re mine, darling. You belong to me.”

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

“I’m going to show you, darling, and I’m going to show the whole fucking world – starting by your neighbors knowing my name.”

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babyleostuff · 9 months

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hi!! i just read your woozi & seungcheol as your boyfriend post and i loved reading it & i like the way you write 🩷🩷 i was wondering if you could do “mingyu as your boyfriend”?? thank you so much & i hope you have a wonderful day!! 🩵🩵

so happy to hear you enjoy my writing <3 hope you have a great day as well!

MINGYU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 your personal bundle of joy and happiness

𓆩♡𓆪 as well as your personal teddy bear

𓆩♡𓆪 he loves loves hugs and would hug you 24/7 if he could

𓆩♡𓆪 hugs are his biggest love language when it comes to affection (besides holding hands, because if you’re not holding hands then what’s the point of living)

𓆩♡𓆪 essentially, you’re joined by the hip and it’s a VERY rare sight to see you two apart for longer than a bathroom break

𓆩♡𓆪 and it’s mostly this giant puppy of a man that’s all over you

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes he forgets his own strength and you have to push him of your chest

𓆩♡𓆪 just for him to crawl back between your legs and rest his head comfortably on your chest

𓆩♡𓆪 because he love being babied when you’re alone

𓆩♡𓆪 any type of sweet affection (like hugs, cuddling, holding hands, sweet forehead kisses and loving stares) comes in a package with him

𓆩♡𓆪 and it’s not like you can resist him either, because usually he looks so innocent searching for your hand to hold

𓆩♡𓆪 cliche, but he loves kissing the top of your head (or your cheek, if you’re taller)

𓆩♡𓆪 and it doesn’t matter to him whether you’re short or tall, he is your protector and he WILL protect you

𓆩♡𓆪 aside from the fact that he is afraid of bugs and he’ll most likely hide behind you in a haunted house

𓆩♡𓆪 but he will always make sure that you feel safe whenever you’re with him

𓆩♡𓆪 if someone makes you feel uncomfortable or is being rude to you, he is there by your side in a millisecond (probably is by your side either way)

𓆩♡𓆪 he won’t physically fight anyone, but he will verbally

𓆩♡𓆪 because there is not a single soul on this planet that has the right to be mean to you

𓆩♡𓆪 will stand up for you EVERY. SINGLE. TIME

𓆩♡𓆪 I’m a strong believer in the fact that Mingyu gets easily jealous

𓆩♡𓆪 not in a territorial or possessive way

𓆩♡𓆪 but in a sulky and pouty way

𓆩♡𓆪 he just wants your attention on him and him only (he can get so dramatic about that sometimes)

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's only because of how much he loves you

𓆩♡𓆪 why are you talking to some random, boring ass dude when he’s right there?

𓆩♡𓆪 will come up to you and put an arm around your waist and pull you tightly to his side, flashing you a dazzling smile (while showing his fangs, which he knows are your weakness)

𓆩♡𓆪 which just makes you go 🙄

𓆩♡𓆪 “what do you want, you big baby?”

𓆩♡𓆪 but you exactly know what he wants and you give it to him every time

𓆩♡𓆪 will make you sit on his back while he’s doing push ups

𓆩♡𓆪 or makes you lay under him, so that you can kiss him

𓆩♡𓆪 will jokingly try to make you jealous by threatening to post more of his shirtless photos on instagram

𓆩♡𓆪 but you always pull the “no sex for the next month” card

𓆩♡𓆪 so he shuts up about that really quickly

𓆩♡𓆪 makes you feel like the most special person on the planet

𓆩♡𓆪 does not let you talk badly about yourself, he always shuts you up with kisses before you even get to say a bad word

𓆩♡𓆪 he is your housewife

𓆩♡𓆪 he cooks, he cleans, he does the laundry

𓆩♡𓆪 your relationship is very domestic, which he loves

𓆩♡𓆪 because it’s a break for him from the usual hussle of his busy life

𓆩♡𓆪 and a reminder that he always has a person to come back home to

your messages <3

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toorusluvr · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 SMILE FOR THE CAMERA - KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

characters: kageyama tobio x f!reader

cw: established relationship + titsjob + oral (m!receiving)

note from nis: it’s been a long time since i last posted any writings on here. life got in the way 🙄 anyway! enjoy this drabble i wrote for kageyama! i personally think he'd be into titsjob ugh that man

“take off your shirt,” kageyama commanded. his gaze stared straight into your eyes— sitting on your knees, obedient for him. you batted your eyelashes at him and did as told.

the baby blue t-shirt was pulled over your head and gently thud on the floor. kageyama’s breath hitched seeing your perky tits, so nice and full. he held back a groan from escaping his mouth.

“suck my cock like you mean it, baby,” his palm tugged on your hair and pushed your head onto his rock hard cock— standing proudly at six, no, seven a half inch in your face. the tip of his cock shyly blushed in reddish pink and you swore you have never seen anything prettier than kageyama’s cock.

you inhaled a deep breath, hands down the most nervous state you have ever been. your hand grabbed the base of his cock before putting his pretty cock in your mouth. his length slowly invading your warm mouth and your saliva slowly coated around his girth.

kageyama is especially eager today. don’t know what had gotten to him but he is being so… mean. he pushed your head until his cock hit the back of your throat resulting in you gagging on it.

your eyes watered, stinging from the lack of breath. kageyama could care less and he continued to abuse your mouth and throat. you gave in— every piece of you to him in this state.

the warm feel of your mouth tasted so fucking good. he couldn’t get enough of it so he pushed his cock harder and his hips snapped faster. your lips wrapped around his cock so fucking tight that it hurt.

kageyama harshly loosened the fist around your hair and pulled out. “hold those pretty tits for me, baby,” he said in a raspy voice. he didn’t moan too much just now. just some heavy pants and curses under his breath.

you brought both of your hands to your tits and pushed them upwards. kageyama’s cock slid in between your tits. your saliva that used to coat his cock now smeared the valley of your breasts.

“f-feels so good, tobio,” you moaned breathily. kageyama’s gaze shot up to yours, seeing beads of sweats covering the crown of your head.

“touch yourself. i want to see you come just from my cock touching these tits that i love so fucking much,” kageyama hissed. the urge to come was overwhelming and he distracted his mind to last longer.

you spread your thighs a little, giving you space to rub your fingers on the sensitive clit. the slit alone was drenched with arousal after blowing kageyama just now. the friction made you gasp in shock but you continued to rub on the bundle of nerves while kageyama took his turn to press on your tits together.

this view is way too obscene. but who gives a fuck when no one else is here to witness it?

you tipped your head back, tightness started coiling in your stomach. your fingers desperately rubbed on your clit trying to chase your high as kageyama fucked your tits like a mad man.

the valley of your breasts is now slicked with arousal. kageyama’s eyes shut momentarily. he let out a guttural moan before he finally pulled his cock away from your breasts and shot his come all over your breasts and face.

you gasped as the hot thick spurts of come painted your pretty face and tits. the upper part of your body is now sticky and white.

kageyama let out a hasty breath as he watched the view before him. he whipped his phone and turned it to you. “smile for the camera, baby. there’s my fucking girl.” a flash went off and he smiled in satisfaction.

“what was that for?!” you asked angrily, worried if he had lost his mind posting the nasty pic.

the corner of his lips turned into a grin. “for the memories. don’t worry, pretty. no one will ever get to see you like this. you’re mine and only mine,” he bent at his waist, hot breath touching the shell of your earlobe.

“now lay back and let me have a taste of your pretty little cunt,” kageyama said as he pushed you on your back and spread your thighs wider.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #hq smut #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio smut #kageyama smut

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astraysimp · 4 months

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Destined-9mitm

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Eeeeeeep! 9mitm again! Officially at the halfway point. This is Mimo’s chapter(if you saw us post saying that Hyune was fourth…….no you didn’t)GRAB YOUR TISSUES AND A SNACKY 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪Warning:Exes! To Lovers, the cats miss y/n, talks of life before break up, FLUFFY, Minho kinda being jealous of his cats( they just love you and the baby too much), proposal, kinda angst(if you squint)

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪Summary: You and Minho had talked about having kids, getting married and settling down…..you just never expected it to happen after you broke up

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

You had just been released from the hospital, after having your baby boy. And, now you, Minho and baby SeoJun are on your way home.

The same home you and Minho purchased a year into your relationship, the home you decorated together, the same home you and Minho went to after grueling days of work, the same home where you laid in your shared bed discussing your future. Get married, settle down, have kids. You, both, could see it so clearly. You, Minho, a baby and your(his) cats. What you never expected was to break up…..and find out you were pregnant.

You knew it was his, he was the only person you ever were with, that you ever wanted to be with. And, he saw you the same. Despite breaking up, he could never move on, only seeing a future with you. You two were meant to be together, and have that ideal life. But, he was still shocked when you told him, with tears in your eyes, the same teary eyes you had when you said goodbye that last time.

From the moment you told him you were pregnant, he knew he had to get you back. And, get you back he did. Minho was there through every step, slowly moving your belongings back into his house. The cats noticed too, your scent familiar to them.

Was mama coming back?

They missed you, missed how you fed them in the mornings as you sat with them on the floor. How you rubbed behind their ears and peppered them with kisses. During the duration of your pregnancy, you went to his house many times, all 3 cats flocking to you. They could see your bump, nuzzling their noses against it, as if to say ‘Baby?” Giggled, you would press a soft kiss to each of their heads, petting them, “Yes, kitties, baby. A sibling.” It made Minho ( and you) think of the past, cuddled on the same couch, the kitties flocked around you, basking in the love you bestowed upon them.

That brought you to now, as you glanced in the baby carrier next to you, a sleeping SeoJun inside it. You glanced up at Minho, locking eyes through the rearview mirror. “Min?” You said softly, as SeoJun shifted, still sleeping soundly as he suckled a pacifier. “Yes, jagi?” He sounded back, equally as soft. “I missed you…..I love you.” You smiled, feeling your eyes getting teary. “I– I know we talked about this. I know it seems backwards, the order, that this is all happening in….But, I’m glad it’s happening.” You sniffled, wiping your eye with the sleeve of the sweater Minho had given you– his cologne lingering on it. “I love you too, never stopped, jagi. You’re the only one I want to have any of this with.” He smiled, tsking as he saw you sniffle. “Yah, don’t cry. We’re here and we have our baby,” he teased. Nodding, you caressed SeoJun’s cheek. “I know, I know.”

About 20 minutes later, Minho had pulled into your driveway and parked the car. Quickly, he rushed to the back, opening your door and pecking your lips. “Hi,jagi, let’s get you and the bub inside, hm?” He smiled, carefully guiding you out of the car as he grabbed the baby bag and your overnight bag. “Mmmm, let’s go inside, I think the kitties have someone to meet.” You smiled, carefully grabbing the carrier with SeoJun. Making your way up the driveway and to the front door, you smiled and looked between Minho and SeoJun. “My boys, my handsome boys.” You smiled, SeoJun wriggling in his sleep before settling back down and Minho smiled at you. “My jagiya.”

Then, he unlocked the door, gently pushing it open. “Soonie, Doongi, Dori, come here.” He called, as you walked into the house, carrying SeoJun’s carrier and made your way to the living room. He followed you to the living room, smiling as you set the carrier on the couch and heard the soft pitter patter and meows of his cats. Right away , they flocked to you, purring as you giggled and kissed their heads. “Hi, babies. Me and Daddy have someone for you to meet.” You smiled, as they looked up at you in curiosity. Softly laughing, you gestured toward the carrier sitting next to you.

Why does this tiny baby smell like mama and papa?

Who is this tiny version of my mama and papa?

Baby?From mama’s Tummy?

Minho, by this point, had sat next to you and placed his arm over your shoulder. “Think they’ll like baby SeoJun?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nodded, grabbing his hand. “Yeah, I think they’re going to be best friends,Min.” You smiled, watching as the three kitties were sniffing and nuzzling against the bub. SeoJun had woken up, seeing three furry faces and whined. Quickly, you reached out, taking him into your arms and cradled him. Immediately, the cats followed you, sitting near you and baby SeoJun on the couch. “Oh it’s okay, my love. That’s soonie.” You pointed to the mainly orange , but had spots of white fur, cat, as he meowed. ‘That’s Doongi,” you smiled, as the cat nuzzled against Seojun’s blanket. “And , there’s Dori,” Minho spoke up, as he pet Dori behind the ears.

Gently, he picked up Soonie, holding the cat in front of his face. “Where’s daddy’s cuddles hm? Mama comes home and you and your brothers abandon me,” He pouts, kissing over the cat’s face , only to be met with meows and paws at his face. “Min…. they love meeeeeee and you know that.” You giggle, as he pouts, still holding Soonie to his chest. “But, I’m their dad!” he whines, before leaning to kiss your cheek. “Yes, and now you’re actually a dad.” You laugh, as SeoJun stirs in his sleep. “Can you grab me a bottle? Think bub is getting hungry here.” You smile, seeing the baby’s eyes flutter open and a yawn escape his lips. “Hi sleepyhead. Are you hungry,hm?”

Minho knew he wanted to marry you. In fact, he had even bought a ring. Your ideal one– a simple stove set on a plain band. Simple, elegant, timeless, like you. He bought the ring before you broke up, but kept it because he KNEW he’d propose one day, and he’d only propose to you. Before breaking up, he had been planning and trying to find the perfect time to pop the question.

But he felt that the time was now.

Nodding his head, he set Soonie back by your lap and got up from the couch. “Be right back, jagi,” he said, walking to the kitchen to warm a bottle. But, before making his way back to you, he quickly ran to his(your) room and pulled the small blue velvet box out of his drawer and put it in his pocket. Descending the stairs, he went back to the kitchen to grab the bottle and made his way back to you.

He would always make his way back to you. No matter the time or place.

Handing you the bottle, he sat on the couch and nuzzled into your shoulder. “I love you, my jagi.” He said, gently gliding his knuckle over SeoJun’s cheek as he drank. “I love you too,min. Always have and always will.”You smiled, turning to peck his lips. It felt surreal. You were in his arms, feeding your baby and the cats were by your side. But, he thought your ring finger was too empty. Shuffling beside you, he carefully got up from his spot on the couch, taking the ring out of his pocket.

He always pictured how he would propose. It would be romantic, perhaps on your anniversary while out at dinner. Or, when you were taking a walk along the beach. Maybe even, while he was on stage performing, declaring his love for you for the world to see. But, now, none of that felt right. Seeing you feeding your baby, his cats cuddling up to you–as they always did– and the baby in your arms. He knew. This was the right moment. So, slowly, he dropped to his left knee, a ring gently held between his fingers.

You were too engrossed in feeding your baby to notice Minho. You were cooing down to him , seeing his eyes flutter, as he looked up at you.”Hi, sweet boy. Are you full?” You crooned, finger pushing some of his soft baby hair back. Minho smiled, taking the sight in before gently coughing. “Min? Are you o–” you started before noticing he was on his knee and there was a ring in his fingers. “W-wait what?” You squeaked, already feeling tears in your eyes. “Jagiya, I have so much to say. First is that I love you, I have always loved you and I will never stop loving you, until my last day on this earth. Geez, thank you for blessing me with our baby. I know we have always planned on having kids and settling down and getting married. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I have ever made, I’ve always known you were it, the one, my forever, my person. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and it does. All those days I was away from you, made me realize that I would never move on, my heart has been and always will be yours, tethered on a string even if we’re miles apart. My heart aches when you’re not near and I can’t lose you again. Not now, not ever.” He said, tears falling from his eyes as you were sniffling. He continued, “ jagiya, my home is with you, our baby and the kitties. When you told me you were pregnant, I was shocked but also happy because I knew it was mine and because I knew I still loved you– I still do. I bought the ring a year after we got together– when we bought this house– but, I never knew the right moment to do it. But this, you and our babies is the right moment. So, please, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me? I promise, I’ll never let us lose that spark again,please.” He choked out, hands trembling as you nodded.

“Yes! Yesyesyes minho! Of course, a million times yes,” you cried as he gently slid the ring on your finger and pressed a wet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for coming back to me.” he whispered, before looking down to baby SeoJun. “And you, my little blessing. Thank you for bringing your mama back to me.” Softly, you kissed his lips,”I always would’ve come back. We’re destined to be together. “ You whispered against his lips, setting SeoJun in his carrier. Minho nodded, “destined, together. In this life, and whatever other lives we get….I will always find my way back to you. You are my home, safety, my best friend….and soon …my wife.” He said, pulling you into a kiss. “Husband…wife….parents…I love the sound of that.”

You and Minho would have always ended up married, settled down with kids. Your hearts were tethered on a string, cut from the same cloth, and made to beat for solely one another. Whether that be in this lifetime or the next, it doesn't matter. But, sometimes, life has you make detours and throw a wrench in your plan. But, distance makes the heart grow fonder and it brings you back to Minho. He didn’t believe in destiny, or fate. But, you coming back to him? Maybe he does now. Maybe you were destined to be together, the universe always knowing you would find a way back together. There was no one else for you or Minho. Just each other, SeoJun and the cats.

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samiwife · 6 months

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Hii there! How are you?

I loved your post about Izzy headcanons and preferences, and I was wondering if you could write how would be him giving Princess Treatment to his girl?

Tysm! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes of course <3 I've been planning on making a fanfic like this so here you go <3 Thanks 4 the request

Little Miss Princess ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Izzy's form of affection is personal service. Izzy was always the silent type but his love for you is in his actions. He's always treating you like a princess. Like that one time when you hurt your ankle and he carried you around the house. He'd always ask what you need or get you things you didn't ask for. One time you and Izzy were walking past a fancy boutique window, and you saw a beautiful silk pastel pink dress. You quietly muttered the words "I would kill to have that dress." Izzy heard you and quickly ran inside and bought it. Just like that, no second thought. He just ran in and went out with the dress in hand. You were shocked. Izzy treated you like a princess.

One day, you decided to take Izzy to the mall with you. Most of the time, Izzy hated going to the mall with anyone. But with you, he'll do it any day and anytime. You brought your purse and quickly drove to the mall with Izzy. You stepped through the mall's door. "Babe, what store are you going into?" Izzy said looking down at you. "I was thinking about this cute dress shop on the second floor." You said holding his hand. Izzy nods and continues to walk with you upstairs to the shop. "Izzy, you don't have to come with me. You can look at shops you like." You said to Izzy while smiling.

"No, I want to be with you," Izzy said sternly as he pulled you closer. You blushed and continued to walk to the store. You finally reached the store. You quickly started scanning the clothes and shoes. Izzy was standing behind you the entire time giving little comments when you asked. "Do you think this color would look good with these shoes?" You asked Izzy. He gives it a thought and then looks at the dress and shoes. "I think the shoes need to be a darker shade, but I know you like lighter colors so I think you should get a lighter dress. But you're always beautiful." Izzy explained while giving a slight smile. You grinned widely and kissed him on the cheek.

You picked out a lighter shade of the dress and began to walk to the front and pay. Izzy gently pushed you to the side and slapped down his card. "No baby, I'll pay," Izzy said sternly again. "No Izzy, you've done enough for me. I'll pay." You said giggling. But Izzy wasn't. "No baby, I am going to pay. And you're not changing my mind." Izzy said as he stood over you. You gulped and smiled. "Okay fine, Iz. You can pay." You said backing away from the counter. Izzy smiled widely and swiped his card. The two of you walked out of the clothing store and began walking downstairs.

"Hey Iz, since you paid. We can go visit your favorite record shop down the street." You said holding his hand. Izzy's face grew bright and he began speeding up his pace in walking. "Oh looks like someone is excited." You said laughing. "Thank you, Y/N. I love you." Izzy said confidently. This was a shock to you since Izzy rarely ever said "I love you", you would always say it but you just get a kiss back. After Izzy said that, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and kissed his lips. Izzy kissed back and ran his finger through your hair.

"I love you too, Izzy." You said smiling.

#80s rock #80s music #fanfiction #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin smut #izzy stradlin imagines #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy gnr #gnr #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses

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yourmaximoff · 1 year

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The Sinner Will Be Punished

Summary: You have sinned and Mommy Wanda is the only person who can help you get back to heaven, but first she will make you rectify yourself from your sins in the purest hell.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!wanda, botton!reader, mommy kink, slow burn, dirty talk, degradation, spanking with hands and belt, handcuffs, vibrator, fingering, oral, sexual torture (light), deny orgasm, over stimulation, dacryphilia, manipulation.

Words: 8,3k

A/N: This is the first time I've posted something I've written so…. Hi (ノ^-^)ノ

Wanda being the harsh and demanding, extremely religious and certainly very sexy mommy who just wants her little angel to be good and go to heaven…right? The ending is interesting hehe.

(Yeahh english is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The church bell rang for the second time that night, its thunderous sound confirming that you were running late. Your mind begged you to turn around and leave, but your devotion and respect for her made you walk towards the open door of the church.

You sighed as you entered, faithful devotees kneeling in prayer while the priest uttered words of praise. Fear settled in your stomach as you saw her standing next to the priest. Short blonde hair perfectly groomed and hydrated, nails painted on her long fingers, and a small gold ring on her ring finger, the same ring that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You looked down, trying not to be recognized, as you slowly approached your parents in the last row. Shame and guilt slowly flooded your thoughts, and a cloudy cloud of regret settled in your mind. Placing your hand on the rustic wooden kneeler in front of you, you grabbed the pamphlet filled with prayers, trying to focus on anything other than her.

Inevitably, she noticed you, even with your head down trying to hide in the pamphlet. She could smell your purity and innocence from afar, the same purity and innocence she was slowly corrupting. Wanda knew you well and knew something was wrong. You were always the first to arrive to help with the preparations for mass, always so willing to help and stay close to her, but now it seemed like you wanted to avoid her.

Soon it was her turn to recite the given biblical passage. Positioning herself on the small podium where the priest had been, she began her verse. She felt a thread of anger when she started reading and your eyes were not on her, not giving her attention and devotion.

You listened to her sweet voice from afar, shivers running up your spine as you held onto the pamphlet tightly. Your breath was shallow, and your heart was beating as fast as your thoughts. Your insolence and innocence made you sin.

When, surrendered to desire and magnetism, you looked up, her piercing green eyes were already looking at you. Her mouth uttered blessed words, but her eyes were cloudy and dark. She noticed your change, she always did. Frowning, feeling your eyes fill up, you looked down, and tears of fear, lust, and anticipation gathered on your waterline.

A few minutes later, Wanda accelerated the reading and stood next to the priest again, her hands holding the small sheet with God's message over her chest, but her eyes seemed to burn you like hell. The only thread of anger that still plagued her had broken when she realized how guilty you looked about something.

Your small and fragile figure with burning cheeks looking down, to her, the true embodiment of submission, brought a warm wave to her body. She let her imagination expand, impure thoughts completely invading her excited and, whether she wanted it or not, blessed mind.

You felt her gaze on you, concentrating as much as possible to stay minimally focused on anything away from Wanda. Your feet unconsciously began to sway up and down, and your hands started to sweat.

Wanda left her spot next to the priest and headed to sit in the front row with her husband and children, but a thought crossed her mind and prevented her from sitting, at least not in the front row.

Familiar heels hit the polished wooden floor of the church, and you smelled her perfume slowly invading the air around you. You swallowed hard and looked at the feminine figure leaning to sit next to you.

A gentle smile on her painted lips and a sweet nod of her head made you slink over the bench and slide closer to your mother, so the blonde could sit next to you. Smooth legs crossing and her hands on her lap, fully attentive to the next faithful person reading a verse from the Bible. The blonde's hand rested on your thigh in an apparently innocent movement to the eyes of others, but that warm hand on your skin brought a wave of heat over your body.

You sighed as her thumb slid slow circles on your thigh, gradually deepening and tightening your skin. Your mind was in turmoil, and those movements were exactly the movements you made when you masturbated. You looked at her with trembling breath, your innocent eyes begging for something you didn't even know you wanted. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous smile landing on her slightly arched lips in your direction.

Squirming on the seat, you crossed your legs in a failed attempt to remove her hand without showing the others around you. But that was a mistake, it only made her hand stay between your legs, almost close enough to feel the heat and the mess you already were.

The last faithful person finished reading and sat down, the priest positioned himself in the center of the stage and started the usual end-of-mass monologue. Wanda's eyes left the stage and slowly turned to you. She first fixed her gaze behind you, where your parents were, and fortunately finding both of them with their eyes closed praying on their knees.

Wanda smiled and turned her gaze to you, her devouring eyes along with her fingers digging like claws into the exposed and sensitive flesh of the inside of your thigh. You swallowed hard, sustaining her gaze and feeling the burning of your thigh. The more she slid her nails strongly over your skin, the more your heart palpitated.

"Are you okay, darling?" Wanda asked, her whispered voice in higher tones than usual. You knew that this question had another meaning. Of course, she noticed your unease, she knew you like the back of her hand.

You lightly bit your lower lip, searching for words to answer her question, simple, but you know she didn't just want a 'yes' or 'no'. Before you could open your mouth, the voice of the priest ending the mass saved you. You still felt a certain fear and didn't feel ready to confess your sin to her. Perhaps if you told her now, she would take you here, in the middle of all these people. You knew her well enough to know that Wanda was unpredictable.

Your parents quickly stood up, accompanied by murmurs and several people turning around to talk among themselves. Wanda's hand quickly disappeared from your thigh. You looked at each other, but your mother's hand held your hand, calling attention to speak with her.

Wanda was about to join the conversation, but a small child's hand hit hers, along with a high-pitched, childish voice. She looked down, picking up big bright blue eyes.

"Mama," Tommy called, pulling her hand and asking for a lap. Wanda smiled, picking up the little child with big dark hair.

Saying goodbye with a nod in the direction of your parents, and receiving a gentle wave from your mother, Wanda left the seat next to you and headed for the aisle. Her husband with their other son in his arms was talking with other parishioners, while little Billy happily waved to Wanda.

You let out a sigh of relief, your body slowly normalizing as Wanda walked away to her family. You felt a slightly bitter taste in the pit of your stomach as Wanda approached her husband and gave him a kiss on his lips.

Saying goodbye to your parents, you headed for the exit, taking advantage of the fact that Wanda was busy with her children and husband, you breathed in the cold night air, your body no longer on fire but now relaxed. You intended to confess your sins to Wanda, but the lack of courage filled your chest and your mind was already clouded.

Inside the church, Wanda was drinking a citrus juice while attentively watching everyone around her trying to find you, but she only found your parents. When she looked at your mother, a mischievous idea crossed her mind.

"Dear Y/L/N," Wanda called, approaching your mother.

"Yes, Wanda?" Your mother responded kindly, turning away from one of her friends to face Wanda.

"Do you still have your aloe vera plantation?" Wanda asked with the most innocent and manipulative voice. She was sure your mother had, there was nothing in this town that Wanda Maximoff did not know.

"Yes, I still have," Your mother replied sympathetically. "Do you want some leaves, dear?"

"Oh yes, please," Wanda smiled, placing her hand on your mother's shoulder. "Tommy is a true hurricane, always getting hurt out there, and my aloe vera stock has run out."

"Of course, of course, I understand," Your mother laughed. "Can I ask Y/N to bring it to you?"

And that's how you ended up in front of Wanda's house at night with a bunch of aloe vera in your hands. This little order only made you feel even more anxious. She would definitely use the aloe vera on you and the possible marks that would appear on your body after the visit, after your confession.

Her husband answered, putting on his hat as if he were about to leave. He let you in with a smile, since you were already known and trusted in the town, telling you that Wanda was in the bedroom and you could go there to deliver the package. You smiled in gratitude and the blond man went out the door.

You sighed, feeling the sweet and cozy scent of Wanda's house, surely the house of someone like Wanda. Light colors on the walls, objects in the house completely symmetrical and meticulously placed on the shelves. There was nothing out of place, certainly everyone was surprised when they found out that this house had two seven-year-old twin children.

Going up the stairs to the second floor, you looked over the open door at the end of the hallway. The children's room was empty and the only closed door was supposed to be Wanda's room. You walked up to the closed door, feeling the scent of vanilla in the air, that smell that did things to your body that you couldn't even control. Knocking on the door, you received a sweet murmur from Wanda behind the door to come in.

Turning the knob and opening the door, you immediately smelled the scent of vanilla and mint in the air, a strong and unmistakable scent of Wanda's two favorite perfumes.

"Thank you for bringing it," Wanda said, getting off the bed and coming towards you. You instantly took a few steps towards her, as if there was some magnetism pulling you.

Dressed in a black satin nightgown, with a transparent baby pink robe in her arms, she seemed to glide beautifully in the same heels on her feet, as if she wanted to remind you of earlier in the church.

"The boys are having a pajama party with some friends and Jarvis is going to spend the night in the office." The blonde's sweet voice only confirmed what you had seen earlier.

You sighed as she ran her hand over yours, taking the handful of aloe vera and placing it on the small bedside table.

"I feel like I'm going to need this today." She said with feigned innocence, returning to stand in front of you. "Am I going to need to use this today, Y/N?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest with raised eyebrows in a threatening tone.

You feel a wave of guilt weigh on your chest, sighing and looking down you burst into regret as you whisper. "Wanda, I sinned." Wanda's eyes became cloudy and dark, her mouth slowly forming a mischievous smile.

"What did you do?" She asks, taking a step forward, you feel the heat of her body approaching even closer.

"I..." You swallow, feeling her delicate hands pulling your chin up, for you to look at her. "I smoked and drank with Natasha today." You say, feeling a weight on your shoulders dissipating from your body, but the anxiety and fear of Wanda's reaction are still hovering in your mind.

"You drank?" Wanda slowly asks, walking around you. "Smoked." Her voice sounded deeper behind your head. "And still went out with Natasha?" Her voice slid over your left ear, bringing a shiver down your back.

"She kissed me." You say, staring at your shoes with guilt.

You feel Wanda's hands on each side of your shoulders. She pushes your dress down, leaving your chest bare so she can dig her nails into the thin skin of your shoulders.

"What did I tell you about being a slut?" Jealousy evident in her voice, the tone becoming deeper. "You smoked, drank, and kissed a girl." Wanda whispers in your ear, disappointment rolling in her voice. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, but you'll go to hell if you don't let me make you pure again."

"No, I don't want to go." You say, shaking your head and looking ahead, staring fixedly at the crucifix above the bed attached to the wall. "I came to confess and accept your punishment."

"Okay." Wanda says pushing your shoulders down, making you squat on the floor, and sitting on your own heels.

You lowered your head, only seeing her heels moving towards you until they were in front of you. You sighed when you saw the beginning of her toned and smooth legs.

"You will repent of your sins today." Her Sokovian accent reverberating around like a chant. "Do you accept my punishment?" She recites like an authoritative figure, a blessed figure, the only person capable of cleansing you of sin.

"I accept." You say, placing your open hands on your thighs, ready for any punishment Wanda may give you.

Wanda squats in front of you, her hand sliding over the side of your jaw, her index and middle finger pushing your face up to look into your eyes, while her ring finger and pinkie sink like claws into your neck.

"Even the most sinful have their limits, what is the safeword for when you reach yours?" Her question with dark eyes and a mischievous smile between her perfect painted lips.

"Scarlet." You sigh, feeling a warm wave over your body.

When the answer leaves your lips, she smiles giving your head a small pat before getting up. "Good girl."

Your thighs tightening around the wet and sensitive core between your legs, while your hands dig into the skin on your thighs. Thoughts of regret begin to bubble up in your mind, and anxiety and anticipation pump through your veins. You were too weak and foolish, now Wanda will bless you again and make you return to heaven.

You feel her hands on your hair, pulling your bangs back. Sliding her delicate fingers over your ear, she gathers all your unruly hair back gently.

You knew what this meant, you knew that now, in this small space, there were only the two of you in the world, in this small room you would be her good little girl, and she would be your protective mommy. The Mommy who would punish and do whatever she wanted with you entirely for your own good, or maybe that's what she wants you to think.

"You know I love your hair, don't you?" Wanda compliments with a low murmur, while her hands begin to divide your hair into three. "Always smelling so nice for Mommy."

"Thank you, Mommy." You murmur back with a playful smile on your lips. All her compliments have an effect on you as if it were the first time.

Her skilled hands begin to delicately braid your hair back, sometimes lifting your chin up, as your anxiety makes you look down at your fingers. A few minutes in silence, only your heartbeats and both heavy breathing could be heard, Wanda finished the small braid with a cute bow she had pinned to her wrist.

"Perfect Detka." And there it was, the nickname that Wanda only used with you in these situations. You didn't know what it meant, but the heavy accent that always came along made everything even hotter.

Wanda slid her hands over your shoulders to your neck, with her cold and firm hands, she unclasped your necklace with a soft click, and the key pendant came off your neck and fell gently into her hand.

Wanda had given you this pendant the first time you got involved, as a reminder that you now had an owner. You always thought it was just a symbol to represent your hidden relationship, but today you will discover that this key has another use besides reminding you of Wanda every time you look in the mirror.

Wanda placed her hands on your shoulders and got up from the floor, walking toward the dresser next to the bed, the same one that held your dress and the aloe vera bouquet on top. With a precise gesture, she took the key pendant and inserted it into the lock of the bottom drawer. With a swift wrist movement, she turned the key and pulled the drawer out, filling the air with a sweet and woody scent.

You remained kneeling on the floor, sitting on your own feet, feeling a slight numbness slowly spread through your body. The smell of the open drawer entered your nostrils and brought obscene memories that only worsened the mess between your legs. Sinful thoughts and ideas of what Wanda would do to you left your mind far away, and you didn't notice when Wanda placed some objects on the bed and approached you.

"Detka, raise your arms, and let's take off your dress." Wanda commands with her sweet voice, but with a hint of excitement. As you move to get up, she puts her hands on your shoulders, stopping you.

"Raise your hands angel, and I will take it off for you." She says, sliding from your shoulders to your arms, her hands digging into your skin, waiting for you to lift your arms up, and like a good little girl, you obey.

Wanda slides the dress up, taking it off your body. "Perfect." She sighs, watching your body with only underwear on. Your cheeks burn in a strong red, you look down with an intense mixture of shame and burning desire. Not that you had never been naked in front of her, but everything Wanda did to you was so intense that you always felt as if it were the first time.

"Now be obedient and fold." She says, crouching down and placing the dress on your lap.

You promptly obey, folding your dress into three parts, first the sleeves, then the hem, and finally folding it inside, as Wanda always taught you how to do it.

"Great." She said when you finished, taking it from your hands and leaving it on a small table next to the bed.

She always did this, every piece of clothing you wore when you met her had to be properly folded, without leaving any clues that something was happening. Perhaps it was her paranoia, always keeping your clothes without any marks, not even imperceptible things to the most attentive.

'What would happen if any of her church friends found out about one of her biggest sins?'

She couldn't take that risk, lose the trust of an entire town because of her dirty and perverse side being revealed. She loved being at the top of the food chain of the church and the town. She was respected and knew exactly what to do when she needed something, she knew how to manipulate every head in this small church. But even she wouldn't be able to control the judgment and consequences if they found out about the sinful things she did with you.

Returning to you one last time, she approached and stroked your hair, you squirmed still sitting on your own legs. The slight discomfort and numbness growing stronger every second over your body, you wanted to stand up and sit on the bed for her to use you, but that would disrespect one of her rules.

1. Don't tell anyone.

2. Only do something when mommy orders or induces.

3. Only cum when mommy allows.

Before you knew it, Wanda was behind you, sliding two silver handcuffs over your hands. She held your two hands and placed them behind your back, a small and simple click echoed in the room and only now did you realize that your hands were tied behind your back. What was happening to you? Lust keeping your mind away from reality.

You pulled lightly on the handcuffs and felt the cold metal tighten around your wrists, leaving small reddish marks. You were obedient... Right? Your excitement working to consume every piece of your mind and pulsating core. Your mind began to boil, your confused and questioning thoughts overflowing and turning into an almost uncontrollable desire to run away.

"Do you feel this numbness in the middle of your beautiful legs, detka?" Wanda asked, her accent playing in the intonation of her voice.

"Yes Mommy." You answered, squeezing your thighs against your core, feeling as if something illusory was buried in your folds, along with a strange pressure squeezing your entrance. The act of kneeling on the ground for so long, sitting on your own heels, left your entrance numb and Wanda did it on purpose.

"You wanted something there, didn't you?" She asked, crouching in front of you, one of her hands positioning itself in the middle of your legs.

You whimper, shaking your head, your eyebrows furrowed and your panties starting to get extremely wet. Your thighs slowly moved in opposite directions, opening up to her, begging for her to touch you. Her hand slowly approached your panties, pulling the fabric forward and letting go. Your juices slid from the panties and a few drops fell to the ground, showing how much you needed her.

"Oh angel, you're a mess." Wanda says, looking directly into your eyes. "I haven't even done anything and you have a puddle in the middle of your legs." A slight shake of her head demonstrating disapproval, but the malicious smile giving away her false disappointment.

"I... can you touch me?" You ask as a sigh, your hands still behind your back, tied with cold metallic handcuffs.

"I cannot touch you until you repent of your sins, my little angel." She placed her hand on your chin. "You know sinners cannot have pleasure, don't you?" She asked, letting go of your panties.

"Let's get this over with." She said, giving a stroke to your hair and messing it up before getting up and walking towards the bed.

She looked at the objects she had taken from the drawer and placed them on the bed. Her mind started working on the best way to make you repent. Perhaps the traditional way was the most appropriate, after all, it was the first time you sinned, and you did the right thing coming to her. She didn't want to scare you, she wanted to take responsibility for putting you back on track when your cart derailed.

Taking a leather belt in her hand, she lightly snapped it against her own hand. She muttered a satisfied groan, it wasn't a big pain, but it would help you learn your lesson.

"Stand up, Detka, let's take the sin out of you." Her authoritative voice and the sound of leather hitting against her hand again made your legs tremble.

Still looking down, swallowing hard, you knelt on the ground and slowly raised one knee and then the other. Wanda's eyes quickly flew to your knees, the red marks bringing a smile to her face. She wanted to do more of that to you.

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, one of her hands holding the belt and the other lightly tapping her lap, calling you. "Come here, my little angel." She murmurs sweetly to you.

Dragging your body towards her like a good puppy, you obey her. You sit on her lap, your cheeks red and your bangs covering your eyes. You tilted your head back and looked at her closely, her eyes showing a little affection, her lips bringing a welcoming smile so magnetic that you smiled back.

Wanda leans her hand on your face, her long, cold fingers sliding your bangs back behind your ears. Without saying a word, she leaves a loving kiss on your cheek and places her hand on your back. You understood what she meant and passively leaned over her lap, turning over onto your stomach. Breasts and face against the mattress while your butt rested exactly on her lap. You received a murmur of satisfaction and a small stroke on one of your buttocks. Sighing with your cheek against the mattress and your hands behind your back, you felt your throat dry and your heart beating like never before. Finally, you would see the result of your anticipation.

"You came to repent for your sins, what were they and why are they wrong?" The first snap of the leather pierced your flesh like thorns. Your butt clenched with the roughness and force Wanda used, your skin already starting to turn red and marked.

You try to speak, but your throat closes up, your heart racing and your face pressed against the mattress making it difficult for you to even attempt to respond.

"Come on, bitch." She scolds with a hard smack against your butt. The pain radiating over your cold skin, your blood beginning to pump waves of heat throughout your body. "You have a mouth, use it to talk." Another blow landed in the same spot, your skin burning and your legs stretching and intertwining in an attempt to cope with the pain.

"Use that same mouth you used to smoke." Another hit, but this time on your other butt, a painful moan escaping you, your eyes starting to fill with tears and your skin pulsating. "Drink." Another snap of the rough leather against your already red skin, waves of heat piercing through your once cold body, now boiling. "And kiss that slut Natasha." When the jealous, venomous, and accented voice of Wanda hung in the air, another blow came, but this time you didn't receive the leather, you received her own hand. Her cold hand incessantly beating against you, unable to control herself, your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

"Does this hurt, Detka?" She asks tirelessly, smacking her hand against your skin. She threw the belt to the ground, no longer wanting to use it, she needed to feel your skin. She needed to feel against her palm, in smaller dimensions, the pain you were feeling, she needed to feel like she had you in her hands.

"Y-yes." You almost choke on your tears, the pain of your skin radiating and piercing through your entire body like an avalanche. "It hurts a lot."

It hurts and hurts even more because you know you deserve it, that you only got rough mommy Wanda because you deserve it. Because you sinned and she is willingly giving herself to remove your sin from you. She always does her best for you and you repay her by being an ungrateful and sinful girl.

"Mommy always does her best for her little angel." She responds sweetly as if reading your thoughts. Her hands stopping from hitting your sensitive flesh and beginning to only rub in circles. "Answer mama, my little angel, what sins and why were they wrong?" Her voice calmer and sweeter than before. You felt the loving mommy Wanda swimming in her voice, the gentlest and most patient mommy.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing your tears, you finally began to put your thoughts in order. Saying bad things to mommy wasn't always easy, but you needed to do it for your own good.

"I drank and smoked." You sigh, lightly rubbing your face against the mattress, wiping your wet face. "I can't drink so I don't get drunk and end up being kidnapped or have some pervert near me without mommy protecting me." You answer, shaking your head, remembering the words Wanda used with you.

You received a satisfied murmur, along with her hands petting the bruised flesh of your butt, bringing momentary relief to the burning.

"I can't smoke, because only bad people do that, and they all end up sick or in jail. I'm too good to end up sick or in jail," you sigh, feeling Wanda's delicate hands caressing your butt.

"And..." You swallow hard, the slightly more difficult part to say, especially out loud to Wanda. "I kissed a girl..." You start to search your confused mind for why this would be wrong. "I... I don't know why it's wrong." You shake your head with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's wrong because it's not mommy," she replies, her voice sweet and manipulative as always. "You can only kiss girls if it's mommy, otherwise it's wrong. I'm the only one who can touch you."

You swallow hard, feeling a little confused. "Why can mommy have a husband and kiss him whenever she wants, but I can't?" You ask rebelliously and courageously, remembering the kiss Wanda gave Jarvis earlier. A burning sensation takes over your stomach, the burning of your skin being overshadowed by a cloud of jealousy. "I could have Natasha for myself too."

"No." A surprised slap is made against your butt, strong and fast enough to elicit a loud moan from you. "We're not talking about that now, you came here with the intention of going back to heaven and not asking stupid questions." Her strong accent appearing again.

You groaned in irritation, squirming, pulling your handcuffed hands and creating new bruises on your wrists. Wanda lowered her hands, resting them on yours, stopping your irritated movements.

"You'll hurt your wrist like that." She responds with a deep and impatient sigh.

She knows you feel jealous of her with Jarvis, she knows you also have feelings and you're not just a body to her, she loves you completely. Your essence, soul and spirit. Shaking her head, she lightly slapped your butt when her thoughts left Jarvis and flew to Natasha, the girl responsible for leading you to the dark side. Wanda taught you to be good, she thought you would resist more, but now she will teach you what happens when you don't resist.

Sliding your butt back onto the bed as she got up, you sighed in relief without the possibility of more sudden slaps against your painful skin. You moved and, after a few failed attempts, you finally had the strength to sit on the bed. Your butt and wrists were a little sore. Your arms took support behind your body on the mattress.

The time it took you to sit up was enough for Wanda to go to the drawer and come back. In her hands was something curious, a kind of handheld microphone, but different. Its head was rounded with silicone, its stem had some white buttons with a thin horizontal line written 'intensity'.

Wanda laughed as she looked at you and your big, curious eyes focused on the new toy in her hands.

"You confessed your sins and explained why they are wrong," Wanda said, placing the object beside you on the bed. She walked over to you, kissed your cheek, and pulled your waist forward, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed. "Now let's really take care of that for you."

"How will this work?" you asked, sitting up straight in bed, your thighs squeezing your excited core.

Wanda just laughed at your innocence and how you knew almost nothing about toys like this. She pressed both hands against your knees, opening your legs and giving access to your throbbing entrance. She picked up the toy with one hand still on your knees, keeping you open. The buzzing of the object sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes widened as Wanda's hand began to tremble slightly.

"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"

The object in her hand descended and connected with the front of your already dripping entrance. You swallowed nervously, unsure of what would happen - whether it would hurt or give you pleasure.

"I'm ready," you sighed courageously, shaking your head.

Quickly pushing the head of the toy into your folds, you felt your chest tremble. Everything began to move inside you, a loud buzzing burying itself deep in your closed folds. Wanda placed two fingers on you, pushing your folds open and positioning the toy right in the middle of your hot hole. You gasped, your legs starting to tremble, as the feeling of stimulation slowly spread through your body.

Soon she slid the toy up a bit, hitting the perfect angle on your clitoris, and the vibrations increased periodically along with pressure on your stomach. You felt embarrassed to moan, thinking it was a sign of weakness, but the way your clitoris and pussy turned into a mess within seconds made you bite down on your lower lip, swallowing your own moans along with your irregular breathing and your eyes almost closing.

Wanda let her gaze shift from your perfect entrance being shaken to your eyes, with a smug smile on her face. Your little girl had learned something new, and her angel had met one of her new toys.

"Does it feel good, angel?" She asked innocently.

"Uhm..." You murmured with your eyes closed, immersed in the growing pleasurable sensation in your stomach.

Smiling at your cute form and how your mind seemed distant, she pushed her thumb against the button increasing the intensity even more. You soon widened your eyes, the sound of the toy getting louder and the vibrations faster and deeper. You swallowed hard with a trembling throat, moans being stifled by your teeth against your lower lip. Your cheeks were on fire and sweat began to accumulate on your forehead.

"Do you need me to stop?" She asks slowly decreasing the vibration, smoothing the vibrator when she noticed the signs, your legs making it clear that your orgasm was starting to become more present.

"No." You moan loudly, your lips parting along with the pleasant sensation of your stomach tightening. You needed more. "Please, continue..." You plead, your big dilated eyes connected with her intense green orbs.

"Alright, little angel." Wanda smiles, pushing the vibrator against your entrance, pressing even more against your sensitive button.

This went on for a while, Wanda bringing you pleasure with her vibrator, but when she felt you were close, she simply pushed your orgasm back inside you and the toy away. Tears began to roll down your face, your mouth trembling and your hands pulling and marking against the cold metal of the handcuffs.

She increased the vibrations again, but at maximum intensity. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sheet on your back, your heart racing and your trembling body boiling. But again, she stopped when your already shaky legs tried to press her hand to your center, trying to prevent her from pulling away. She didn't pull away, but completely lowered the intensity. You moaned loudly in despair, your nose burning and another wave of tears streaming down your hot cheeks, your mouth dry and your thoughts completely confused.

"This is how I feel when you disobey me." She murmurs with her accent and acidic voice hovering over your ear "When you become an impure slut, mommy feels like this." She presses the button of the vibrator under your legs again, starting to vibrate. Empty tears flow down your face, you feel so sore and throbbing. You feel so full, but empty at the same time. "Mommy feels empty, wanting her little girl with her. Wanting the little angel to be obedient and not sin." So close, but so far, another orgasm was denied, again the mess the vibrator made was not finished.

Your body was completely in ecstasy, your heart beating against your ears and throat, everything seemed muffled. Your vision completely blurred and unfocused on anything ahead, tears streaming down your cheeks along with painful sobs and erratic breathing.

Wanda's hand rests on your chin, tilting it up until her gaze meets yours. "You look so beautiful like this, my crying baby." Acidity playing in the tone of her sweet voice. Tilting her face enough to touch her nose to yours, her eyes were deeply dark and with her pupils slightly pulsing as if about to dilate. She was admiring the mess she made of you. Admiring the way your lips trembled, or your red eyes with the little makeup completely running down your cheeks. To Wanda, you were a work of art painted by herself.

"Please, Mommy." You beg Wanda, using your most velvety voice and pleading eyes that you can muster. "Let me go." You hear Wanda swallow deeply."

Did you know she was also on the edge of excitement, you can feel the sexual energy she was inhaling with every whimper you gave, like filling a balloon about to explode. She was ready to drown in her body, you were a good and innocent girl, but not enough to not understand her mother and use her against her.

You closed your eyes and tilted your face back. Opening them again, you looked at her with your best look, the one that Wanda would do anything for you. Your eyebrows furrowed along your forehead, your irises beating against the top of your lashes and your mouth delicately open releasing the hot air, which she certainly felt. It was almost as if your face was begging, as if it said: 'fuck me'.

The imaginary excitement balloon burst and Wanda came along, holding your face firmly and burying her lips against yours. Wanda's hands slid over your jaw and stopped at your neck, her claws once again leaving reddish marks on your skin. When her tongue invaded your mouth, you felt the tight grip on your neck, your breathing starting to fail and your entrance throbbing even under the turned-off toy. You moaned against her mouth as she slid her hand from your neck to the toy between your legs.

First, she pushed it against your folds, your moisture completely drenching the toy, your hot and tight hole contracting. Second, she abruptly pulled it out along with a trail of moisture that ran down your thigh, completely depriving you of the new sensation of being filled, the closest thing to feeling full that you had experienced tonight. And third, you were on fire, your mind turning to mush as the blonde woman devoured your mouth, her tongue working to leave the taste of her acidic saliva all over your mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she quickly slid her hands to your waist, pulling your pelvis abruptly to the edge of the bed. Planting kisses on your neck, she pushed your body slightly back. Your cuffed hands took support on the mattress, while your head and body were tilted backwards.

The voracious kiss and painful bites, which will surely leave marks on the sensitive skin of your chest and abdomen, quickly shifted to your core. Leaving a gentle and teasing kiss on your stomach, she pushed your knees apart. You swallowed hard, feeling your already trembling legs giving her full access to where you needed her most.

"Fuck, you're delicious, Detka." The swear word coming out of her mouth surprised you along with her strong accent.

Her mouth watered as she saw how wet you were, a pool of arousal on the white satin of her bed. In other moments, Wanda would punish you even more for the mess you made, but in this moment, in this room, she was just the hunter about to devour her prey, the demon devouring an angel.

Without waiting even one more second, Wanda quickly buried her face between your legs. Her nose inhaling completely the sweet and sour smell of the consequence of her small sexual torture, the pure smell of sin that you have now redeemed. Sliding her tongue over your folds, your clitoris and hot hole, she was beginning to keep a rhythm. Her cold saliva in contact where you were sensitive, made you release a deep moan, like a scream stuck inside of you.

Your handcuffed hands holding onto the white sheet tightly on your back for support, while she devoured you tirelessly. Your neck completely thrown back with the delicious movements of her tongue. Your hips began to grind against her face, but you felt her nails dig into your thighs as a warning for you to stay still.

After thoroughly enjoying the taste of your swollen and reddened pussy, she kept all of her attention on your pulsing button. One of her hands left a trail of nails on your thigh, approaching your hole. You choked on your own small moans and breath, feeling Wanda's mischievous laughter and warm breath hitting against your clitoris. When one of her fingers slowly entered you, she began to lightly suck your clitoris, pushing the middle finger deeper against your sticky and trembling walls. Going deeper, she lightly twisted her single finger inside of you, keeping it still. You felt your legs tremble slightly when she reached the deepest point inside of you, that spongy and sweet spot. Keeping the finger trapped inside of you, her lips closed around your clitoris, her suction increased and so did your spasms.

The still finger along with her tireless lips brought another slightly louder moan from you. Sighing and biting your own lip to try to keep the moans as muffled as possible, but Wanda seemed to be having fun wanting to draw out all of your moans from you. She slowly took the finger out of you, earning a sigh from you, but quickly put the middle finger along with her ring finger and started to stretch you.

A loud moan escaped from your throat, Wanda pushing her fingers inside of you a little faster than before, it was your downfall. Starting a constant rhythm with her fingers, Wanda circled your clitoris with her teeth. The roughness of her teeth against your extremely sensitive button made your legs tremble. An unconscious fear of her squeezing her teeth even harder against your clitoris, pumping adrenaline into your blood. Gradually, you felt a small knot starting to form in your stomach, a strong pressure squeezing your uterus.

Spirals spinning in your stomach, while Wanda kept going faster and stronger. Lustful sounds began to echo in the room, your walls tightening around her fingers and your trembling moans brought her the answer that you were close. She knew that you would only come if she let you, and she wanted to keep you in her hands for a little longer. She wanted to make you beg for her.

"Wanda." You murmured, your voice trembling and your mind barely functioning anymore.

"Wanda? That's not my name, you know how to address me." She murmured, taking her mouth off of you, sliding her other hand over your body until she squeezed your breast.

"Mommy..." Your legs begin to tremble from the loss of stimulation from Wanda's lips on you. She snapped her thumb against your clit in the same rhythm as her fingers and her mouth snapped one of your breasts roughly.

"Yes, little angel, what is it?" Wanda asks with a velvety, innocent, and muffled voice.

"I..." You murmured, closing your eyes, your neck stretched back as she twisted her fingers inside you and her lips closed against your nipple. "Please, can I cum?"

"Do you want to cum on mommy dearest's fingers? For that you need to look at me and ask." Wanda says smiling releasing your breast with a snap, while her other hand squeezed your other neglected breast. "

"Please." You plead, turning to look at her. A line of sweat running down your neck to the middle of your breasts. Your whole body on fire as Wanda pushed into you hard enough for your breasts to bounce.

"Mommy let me cum on your fingers, I will be your good little girl." You sigh looking with desperation in her eyes, if she denied you this orgasm you would surely dismantle yourself completely. "I will be your obedient little angel, I promise."

"You may come my little angel, come and cum on Mommy's fingers." She whispers close to your mouth. As if she was in control of your body, the moment her voice hovered in the air authorizing it, your body relaxed completely.

Three more deep strokes of her fingers and you collapsed on top of her. A guttural moan that was trapped in your throat escaped your lips for a few moments, before they were completely consumed by Wanda. Her mouth slapped against your ajar one, her tongue sliding inside you with the same motion as her finger on your clit, the same motion she made on your thigh earlier in the church.

Your legs trembled as a good amount of cum left your pussy. The lewd, wet noises were even louder and more echoing than before. Her relentless fingers were searching for everything you could give her, she wanted everything from you. She wanted your orgasm, your body, your soul, she wanted you.

You sighed smiling against the kiss as your body relaxed, your spasms slowly fading away. Wanda let your lips seal as her free hand removed the cuffs. You placed your hands on her shoulders smiling, your entrance began to pulse again, Wanda was still with her relentless movements inside you, she wanted more.

"No." You mumbled trying to move and get her hands off you. But she pushed you hard against the bed and pinned your two hands above the headboard

"I want one more, little angel." She murmurs, sitting on your abdomen, keeping you from getting up. "You will give me more."

Her finger left your clitoris and joined the other two, stretching your walls painfully while she kept your hands restrained. The force and brutality she was using to extract the orgasm from you, the feeling of being stretched by long fingers was too much for you, but not enough for you to use the safe word.

"Wanda." You respond with your heart in your throat and trembling breath. "I can't... Please." You beg, tears of excitement running down your cheeks.

"Ah, my little angel." Wanda murmurs with a deeper voice and much darker eyes. "You can do it, baby girl, come for me." She murmurs to you with a smile. "Fill my fingers with your cum and you will finally be blessed and go to heaven."

Your body stiffened this time, the orgasm that you didn't even feel being built was already flowing out of you again. This time Wanda kept a slow rhythm, savoring every sensation of her completely slick fingers inside you. She clicked her tongue and murmured happily at how much you had emptied yourself. She slinked over your body, leaving affectionate kisses along the way and stopping at your entrance. Your legs trembled with the heat of Wanda on your hypersensitivity.

"No..." you murmur ready to use the safe word, but Wanda smiles.

"No, darling, I'm just going to clean you up, my messy girl." She says, patting your thigh.

Bending down, she put her mouth on you, but this time with no intention of bringing you to another orgasm, she knew your limits and she would never exceed them. Her tongue licked and her throat swallowed all of your cum. You really had come with a lot of liquid, but she was happy to taste the sweet taste of her little angel.

She looks at you with curiosity and pride. Your body completely sweaty and red, bite marks on your chest and scratches on your thighs. Your wrists were thrown above your head, red and slightly bruised from the handcuffs. Your face was sweaty and almost asleep on her bed, she smiled at you.

Wanda slinks over the bed and lies down next to you, you promptly roll over to her and lay your head on her chest, holding your arms around Wanda's body as if afraid she would escape from you. Inhaling deeply the scent of roses, while Wanda's fingers entangle in your hair, you finally feel the sensation of peace, your mind completely clear with only the confirmation that you have finally turned good.

"You can sleep, my little angel, then we'll apply aloe vera to your injured skin," she murmurs, stroking your hair and receiving a shake of your head.

After a few minutes of complete relaxation under her, you finally feel sleep piercing through you like a bullet. Breathing in the scent of vanilla, you smile, feeling safe. You're always safe in mommy's arms.

"Mommy?" you ask, your heartbeat calming down on her chest.

"Yes, angel," Wanda responds, running her fingers through your hair.

"Am I going to heaven?" you ask, yawning and burying your face even more in her chest, feeling Wanda's scent and warmth in you.

"Of course you are, my little angel. Whenever you sin, mommy will do everything to help you go back to heaven." She murmurs softly in your ear, quietly so as not to disturb the nap that was about to come.

"Thank you," you murmur before falling asleep against her body.

You were perfect for Wanda. You were devoted enough to accept any punishment to go to heaven, even if it meant going to hell first to rectify your sins. Wanda was the devil himself, taking all the impurity from you. She needed you much more than you could ever think. Her husband wasn't enough, she needed the good little girl with her, your innocence and malice bringing a fervor that Jarvis would never give her.

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A red-haired girl, rummaging through her backpack for her keys, walked up the porch of her own house. When her black boots touched the ground, she felt the presence of something else on the wooden structure of the balcony.

"Miss Maximoff?" the redhead asked, seeing the silhouette emerge from the darkness into the newly lit porch light, showing only the top half of Wanda's body.

"Romanoff," the blonde murmured with cigarette smoke escaping from the corner of her lips, while a big smile formed. "I heard you've been hanging out with Y/N."

"Hm." The redhead swallowed hard, not feeling very comfortable confessing the attraction she had to girls to an extremely religious woman. "Yes, we went out yesterday."

With the help of her lips, Wanda slid a black glove over the hand that had previously held the cigarette. The sound of the elastic snapping as she released the glove with her teeth brought a deep echo through the porch, making Natasha feel an unpleasant shiver run down her spine and her body paralyzed in front of Wanda.

Wanda's body emerged from the darkness, bringing an ax in her other hand, already dressed in black gloves. Wanda tilted her head slightly to the window of Natasha's house, seeing, with the help of the moonlight, the wall clock ticking and showing that in a few seconds it would be midnight on the dot. Turning back to Natasha, tilting her head to the side with a wicked smile on her face, Wanda uttered:

"Are you ready to redeem yourself from your sins?"

The typical church bell echoed throughout the town one last time that night, leaving all the residents of the small town of Westview deafened by Natasha's piercing scream.

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Pins n' Needles p.2

Pairing: Chris x fem!reader

Warnings: Smuttttt / reader is a bit rough in the beginning / angst (kind of??) / piercing kink / public sex (sort of) / piercer!Chris / fem stimulation / cunnilingus / vibrating tongue piercing / nipple play / switch!Chris / switch!reader / chris gets jealous ;) / ‘sugar’, ‘ma’, ‘mama’ / Chris + vertical labret, eyebrow & tongue pierced

Summary: You have been seeing Chris for a while now. You and him have made a connection outside of his piercing shop. However, he’s taken aback by what you have underneath your clothes.

Author’s Note: Guys ik i haven’t posted anything proper in ages. I’m making it up to you today I promise. But i hope you enjoy this one bc i certainly did like writing this. From Maxine, with love ♡.

“Baby, step outside your mind. You’ve been really good, you’ve been really good. You’ve been thinking ‘bout being bad ever since I put you on.” - LIFE OF THE PARTY, THE WEEKND.

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A notification illuminates the dark surface area of your room from your phone. You roll over across your bed for it to be a reminder of your appointment at the piercing shop today.

The grip over your phone tightens. It had been a while since the two of you met up one on one at his workplace.

You were incredibly excited about seeing him again after what happened the last time you went for a piercing from his parlour. Your head fades into a blur for a second as you recollect everything that’s happened every single time you and your body piercer go to see each other.

Besides all the intimate times, you get along great with him. You’ve come to realise that you and him have incredibly similar interests. This has concluded to Chris latching onto you even more, although neither of you have consulted each other about taking things to the next level and trying something more serious.

Chris’ sense of style and taste in fashion has always piqued your interest ever since you first walked into his store. Ever since you first laid eyes on him you always prayed that each appointment, he’d be there working a shift. Outside of his work, you have gone over to his place from time to time. You ask him if you can borrow his clothes because you’re so obsessed with his seemingly dark yet tame aesthetic. You and him have grown to be so close.

But what you’re most fond of was the way he’d twirl and twist the metal bar clasped onto his tongue around his mouth, sliding it over the shell of his enamels, shiny from his spit.

It was your favourite piercing of his, you love it just as much as he does. You grow hot and bothered reminiscing about everything that’s happened between you and him.

You look down at the time. ‘8:30’. You rise up from your lying position and get ready for the appointment.

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You breathe slowly, trying to help soothe the tingling nerves jolting down the curve of your spine. Trotting down the steep stairs to the familiar sanctuary where he resides.

Again, the place was empty. A moment of confusion floats until realisation hits you.

He’s probably cleared his schedule again…

You reach over the counter to try and peak over into the back. As per usual, the room is mostly dim. The LED lights kindled a red hue along the edges of the walls.

There’s more posters propped up around the place. Chris really does like decorating the place. It’s what he does the most when he’s not busy with an appointment.

You’re trying to find any sort of silhouette of a person coming into your vision. It’s hard to see and you have to squint to view anything properly.

“Hellooo… Chris?” You ponder out. After a few seconds, you hear tussling and rushed footsteps coming your way.

Chris, your body piercer. Who you’ve been fucking every now and again ever since you got that particular piercing on that very fateful day.

His locs, which once were dishevelled and messy, are now cut short. You can actually see his eyebrow piercing as clear as day now. You grin at the thought of him pampering himself up like that. You quite like the new change in his appearance.

“Hey, sugar! I’ve missed you.” He exclaims with sheer delight in his voice. “What can I do for you today, hm?” He slouches and rests his elbows on the desk. Your arched position across him releases and you stand upright again in embarrassment.

“Hi Chris, I’m here for another piercing today.” You grip at the zip of your grey hoodie. You start to fondle at it trying to avert your eye contact from Chris.

“Is that so?” In the corner of your eye you can see Chris lick at his lip making the top ball on his labret barbell wet.

“Did you make sure I was the only appointment today again?” You giggle sarcastically. The bitter confidence in your question made him grin feverishly.

“Mhm, like always Ma.” The nickname he’s been using on you for a while now. You’re still not sure whether you’re used to it or not. You love it either way though.

Chris gathers the waiver in his grasp and hands it to you. Veins running down from his hands all the way to the end of his forearms. Sculpting around his muscles capsuled in his black graphic tee with a deer in headlights plastered on it.

He still wears the large Vivienne Westwood orb around his neck. You never noticed before, but as his finger taps to the beat of the music playing in the background, his finger has a sigil tattoo that is plastered right below his nail bed.

From what you’ve gathered from him so far, Chris doesn’t like to appear as “normal”. But he doesn’t stick out too much either. He perks out the crowd only slightly with his few piercings and a small tattoo. He doesn’t try too hard. You like that in him. Piercings and body modifications is also something he personally and genuinely enjoys. He didn’t choose this job because it was his one and only option. He loves the idea of people being creative with their own identity and partaking in helping them with that task. It’s what makes you so attracted to him. Besides the fact he’s so handsome.

“Signature here and here please, sugar.” He gestures down at the document as he mutters offering you the pen pinched between his thumb and pointer.

You snap out of your trance. You take the pen and engrave your details in. You glance up at Chris for a second to see him staring down at you. He tilts his head to the side when he notices you look up.

You immediately break eye contact and finish writing your signature and stumble back to your feet again after leaning on the desk to hand the paper back to him.

“Come head down here in the back for me, Ma.” Chris uses the middle and pointer finger to beckon you to follow him. And you do so without hesitation, just like before.

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You’re sitting on the stretcher waiting patiently and admiring Chris simply doing his job. Like always, Chris has his sterilised equipment and black latex gloves.

He breaks open an alcohol pad with his teeth and rubs it against your skin. He sets it down onto the steel tray with a large array of needles and jewellery.

“How’ve you been holding up, anyway?” You break the silence and Chris turns around after his focus has shifted. Your legs are rocking back and forth from the adrenaline pumping through your blood vessels in preparation for the piercing.

“I’ve been fine, mostly. I haven’t seen you in a while. Why don’t you stop by more often, sugar? You never come ‘visit unless it’s a new piercing you want.” Chris speaks as he has his back turned once again. Trying to look for the right needle gauge.

“W-well, I wouldn’t really wanna bother you at your place of work. I’m pretty sure you’re busy with other customers.” You sigh hesitantly.

“Whaaat?” Chris exaggerates his confusion. You huff out a laugh and Chris turns around again, gazing at you.

“Didn’t I tell you? You’re my favourite customer. I’d love to have you over any time, Ma.” The glint in his eye matches the shine on his piercings.

“Hmm, I’ll have a think about it.” You return slyly. Chris chuckles and moves the tray closer to you.

“Is it okay if you take your jacket off?” He asks.

You grit your teeth. You purposefully didn’t wear a bra today for the sake of the jacket being there yet you’re now starting to regret your choices.

You hesitantly pull the sleeves and drape it down and put it beside you on the stretcher.

Chris’ lively expression sank. His jaw clenched as he looked down at your shirt. The shape of two piercings on both your nipples peeking out of the fabric of your shirt ever so slightly. You look down at the floor in shame.

He scoffs bitterly because he knows, he knows that he wasn’t the one who did those piercings for you. The unpleasant surprise made his mood change almost instantaneously.

The atmosphere between you two grows thick. You try to look the other way as Chris positions the needle onto your now pink skin.

You can feel his glare on you. It’s burning deep into your skin, he refuses to look away whatsoever.

“On three. One, two, three.” Suddenly, the needle sinches your skin as the needle and jewellery goes in. The pain is harsher and more fiery. You audibly groan and sniffle, trying to stifle the tears welling up.

You’re also upset at the sudden change in mood from Chris. He was being so warm and welcoming earlier. He definitely noticed your nipple piercings.

Chris never struck you as the jealous type. You always thought he didn’t give a shit about what happens outside of meeting up to hang out or for sex. You two aren’t dating, so it’s understandable why you thought that. Chris also seems nonchalant when it comes to stuff like this. Your assumption is dead fucking wrong on your account though.

You wipe at your cheeks trying to conceal your overwhelming emotions pouring through.

Not a word came out of Chris’ mouth after the piercing. He’s gone cold all of a sudden. Not a single bit of praise, not even reassurance. He’s pissed off at something for sure.

“Chris? What’s wrong?” You ask him gently. He fails to look at you directly. He rushes to take the gloves off and throws them back into the tray carelessly.

“Nothing. Why?” He responds dryly. You’re still wondering if this is all because of what he saw beneath your shirt.

“Stop being so stale with me, Chris. I’m trying to communicate with you here.” Your tone hardens into stone. Your eyebrows furrow deeply and you grab Chris’ shoulder, swivelling him around so he’s now facing you properly.

Chris tries to dismiss you as much as he can. Even though he said nothing was wrong. You didn’t know he was this arrogant until now.

You take a step closer towards him. Your feet are almost stepping on his. Chris tries to inch away but hits the metal countertop with the tray resting on it clumsily. He swallows thickly and you can clearly see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he does so.

You can see his tough guy act go soft. He gets so nervous around you. And, fuck does it turn you on. You can hear the breaths coming out of his mouth both from how tense he is and how close you two are together.

Your tits practically grazing against his shirt. You take one step closer until your lips are almost touching.

You can feel the cold metal of his lip ring press against your skin. Sending shivers through your entire body.

Your figure is now fully pressed onto his. Chris can feel the hard bars pinched in your nipples digging through his shirt onto his skin.

He stutters as he palms the countertop behind him and grips at it. You can feel his breath turn into hard and sharp pants. You smirk, you almost laugh at yourself for being so upset about him being a dick earlier.

“What’s wrong, baby? Hm? ‘You jealous that I went to a different piercer this one time? Without telling you?” You tease him. You breathe down his ear gently while spitting these harsh rhetorics at him. His body shudders and you can feel something twitch down below.

“‘You getting hard over this? Really? How pathetic.” You utter through your teeth. Chris whimpers at your sour comment. You reach down to the bulge in his sweats and palm over the fabric.

“O-oh fuck…” he chokes up quietly. You can’t help but grin maliciously over the control you have over him at this moment in time. Him trying to act all pissed off before all this has you screaming inside with fulfilment.

You’re incredibly agitated at his stubbornness. You’re riled up especially at the fact that Chris was being so stern earlier.

He reaches down to make contact with your lips, but you refuse and glare up at him. He whines sadly with regret at your spiteful manner. He really fucking wanted to kiss you. To at least make up for his negativity towards you. Your hard stare matches his from a few moments ago. Giving him a taste of his own shitty medicine.

“P-please kiss me. I-I wanna feel your lips so bad, Mama. I’m so desperate…” He hides his lip ring in his mouth as he feeds his bottom lip inside it. His hands now clasped tightly around your waist.

“Tell me what’s wrong first, sweetheart.” You reply in his ear gently. Chris’ face fills with red as he tries to find the words to speak.

“...Y-yeah, I am jealous that you went to another piercer. Why did you do that anyway? I thought you were comfortable around me. You didn’t even tell me about it either. Kind of a dick move to be honest, Ma…”

He looks away shyly, removing his hands from your waist to rub them over his face. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry, baby. Honestly, I wanted it to be like a fun little surprise for when we next hooked up. I didn’t think you’d be so upset about it. I should’ve warned you beforehand.” You lean in and interlock your lips with his. The kiss is short but passionate. Chris’ hands make their way back down to your waist again.

“It’s okay, sugar. I like them a lot, actually. They’re hot as fuck.” His labret migrates slightly from the grin on his face. He cups one of your tits softly, breaking the tender moment.

He squeezes it which makes you squirm. His dick twitches harshly against you again.

“Fuck surprises. You should’ve told me you were getting these. I would’ve jerked off so much to the thought of your tits pierced.” You whimper as Chris’ hand makes its way underneath your shirt. He pulls and tugs at the piercing just enough to send a jolt down to your slick pussy.

“I-I actually might get a Christina. Do you want me to go to a different piercer or…?” You smirk up at him. He loves how fucking dirty you are. His dick is begging to be let out of his sweats. His eyebrow ring glints and he bites his bottom lip again. Fully hiding his labret.

“Fuck no, baby. I want you all to myself. Come to me when you wanna get a Christina. ‘kay, sugar?” Both of his hands are underneath your shirt, pinching and tugging at your nipples making you whine desperately, squeezing your legs shut.

Chris is so good at finding your sweet spots. You can’t say anything other than a pathetic “‘kay.” In response.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispers down your ear, still squeezing and pulling at your nipples. You whimper into his neck. You fucking loved Chris’ praise. Your puffy and red buds are fully hard and perked out now, sticking out your shirt to match with your slutty piercings alongside them.

“W-Want me to give you another blowjob? Just like the last time we were here alone.” You ask genuinely desperate for a breath. He looks back up at you after being severely distracted by your tits.

“Nevermind me, baby. I wanna make you feel so fucking good tonight. I wanna make you cum, Ma. Over and over. To make up for being such a dick earlier. Do you wanna help me change my tongue piercing? It’s for a good purpose, trust me, sugar.”

You’ve grown so impatient. You just wanted to shove him on the stretcher and fuck him senseless. But you oblige anyway.

Chris opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. You twist the ball sitting right on top of his tongue and unscrew it carefully. You bite your lips in focus as he has his mouth agape, waiting patiently.

You successfully take the entire bar out. Leaving his tongue completely bare. He looks naked without it.

“Good girl. Now just sit down on the stretcher for me, baby.”

You sit down as Chris follows behind not long after.

He leans in slowly underneath your jaw to pepper soft kisses across your neck. You can feel the tip of his nose skim gently across your skin.

The sudden feeling of the cold shard of metal on your skin mixes with his hot breath and warm hands reaching under your shirt again.

He moves his head down teasingly to the roses of your nipples. Breathing on them slightly. That was enough for you to whine out as you start to grab onto Chris’ hands.

“You’re so sensitive, sugar…I wonder if it’s because of these slutty piercings.” He coos down into your ear connivingly. You feed your bottom lip into your mouth and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

His hands hastily tug onto the waistband of your pants. Trying to undo the button and zipper.

“Take these off, Ma… let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” As Chris pants out his words, he preps his different jewellery to put in whilst positioned in between your legs.

You sigh out a “Yes, Chris.” before twisting the button out and unzipping your pants and pulling them off completely.

You kick off your pants impatiently. You closed your legs, Chris staring down at you, completely vulnerable like this made you feel timid. What was underneath were deep, cherry red panties. Fully lace, barely hiding how fucking wet you are.

“Holy shit… you have such a perfect ass, sugar. How come you’ve never shown me this side of you before? You’re so fucking sexy.” He breathes. Worshipping the round cherries of your ass cheeks. Trying his hardest to not bite at them and leave a bruise.

“I-I like to make you feel good… because it makes me feel good.” You shiver under Chris’ touch. He rises to a full stance to lean over you, he sticks his tongue out again.

“Put the vibrator in, Ma.” With no hesitation, you screw it inside. You can already see the metal inside it start to condensate from his breathy pants. Chris pulls you into a deep kiss. The piercing feels so much more heavy. His soft and taffy tongue with the thick, steel bar in between made you so fucking turned on. You wrap your legs around Chris’ waist and he hums into your mouth in approval. Pressing his tent into your soaking wet panties.

He pulls away leaving a long and sloppy string of spit on both of your lips. He crouches down again and grips your thighs. Your hips buckle upwards in shock as he forcefully spreads your legs open.

“You’re so wet for me… such a good girl, aren’t you?” His voice echoes onto your clothed cunt. He gently rubs at your swollen clit with the pad of his finger slowly just to tease you.

He breathes on your pussy making your whole body tremble. You moan out into the air desperately wanting Chris to devour you.

He moves his head to smother gentle kisses across your thighs, his irises flushed baby pink with so much lust. He grunts into your blushing skin, glancing up at you to admire how fucking hot you look every now and again.

“Chris…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Fucking eat me out already…”

“Of course, Ma.”

He pulls your lace panties to the side slowly. Revealing your dripping wet pussy. “Fuck…” Chris moans as he drags his hand into his sweats.

“You have such a pretty wet pussy for me, Ma.” He whimpers on your clit as he touches himself underneath the stretcher. You become agitated at his slow pace and grab his hair and force his mouth onto you.

He grunts in surprise as he laps up at your juices. “Fuck yes, baby. J-just like that…” You speak into the air. You throw your head back as your back arches. Your moans and whimpers intoxicate the atmosphere and only do nothing but make Chris harder than he was before.

“You’re doing so good for me… If you keep this up I might cum soon.” You rebutt how good you feel just for Chris to hear. He moans a quick little “Mhm.” every single time you praise him. When he sucks on your clit, your legs lock and wrap around his head tightly. Keeping him in place.

He pulls away, suddenly. Your juices smothered all over his lips and chin. You raise your head to see Chris with his tongue out, turning on his vibrator piercing. As soon as he does, there’s a low hum sound.

He leans in and presses it against your hot pink clit. Your hips jolt up and your thighs shudder. “F-fuck! O-oh my god…” Your moans have become so rowdy that people from outside can hear. Like either you or Chris give a fuck.

He can’t help it. He loves it when you lose all control. He loves it when you let go. He grabs onto your thighs as an attempt to try and keep you still while he rubs the toy on your tight cunt.

“I-I’m so close..!” Chris’ tongue stays in the same motion as before. Your body still shaking and your eyes roll into the back of your skull with euphoria.

“I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum… C-cumming, c-cum-...” You feel your orgasm crawl up from the pits of your stomach to the furthest depths of your brain. The hold your thighs have around Chris’ head is incredibly tight, to the point where he can’t move.

Chris remains still as you ride out your high until you eventually calm down. He stands up fully and turns the vibrator off.

You gaze up at the ceiling, exhausted. Your head fuzzy and your chest rising and falling heavily from the amount of cum you released on Chris’ tongue.

The light you see is dimmed when Chris leans over you as he licks your juices off of his lips.

“How was it, Ma? ‘You enjoy it?” He beams down at you, you giggle at the way he’s talking because of the vibrator.

“You sound funny.” You sigh, he chuckles and leans down to peck a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll take that as a yes then, sugar.”

“It felt so good.” You smile wholeheartedly up at him.

“I know it was, sugar. Sugar’s a fitting nickname for you, you know, your pussy tastes sweet, like sugar!”

“Oh, shut up. Otherwise I’m never coming here for that Christina.”

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Author’s Note no.2: YAYYY PART 2 FINALLY OUTTT. I’m so happy with this one honestly and I’m sorry it took forever to come outttt. I have another Matt one planned for y’all so stay tuned ;) I’ll see you later pookies.

༝༚༝༚, Maxine.

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ch3rrywrites · 5 months

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like broken pieces of glass (lyney, lynette, & freminet x y/n)

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❛❛ angst with the fontaine siblings. ❜❜

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: fontaine archon quest act 1 & 2 spoilers, reader is gn, hurt no comfort, lyney's part has implied cheating, reader is dead in lynette's part, argument in freminet's part

𓆩♡𓆪 category: angst/hurt

𓆩♡𓆪 wc: ~200 per character

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: freminet and lynette's were a little out of character but i'm new.. and i'm not writing too much for angst not sure if freminet was revealed as fatui during the trial... but let's say he was

taglist: (pleasee please lemme know if you want to be tagged!)

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Lyney

"You never were going to tell me, were you?"

That was the last thing you had said before turning away.

But what you dreaded was how he didn't run after you. How he didn't reply. How he just... watched you disappear into the sunset... probably-

Never to return.

What about the banquet that night, where you’d entered a party full of princesses and princes, beautiful chandeliors, and tiles that decorated the floor in a flurry of gold?

It seemed like heaven.

Only… if this was “heaven,” then it would be your “hell” too.

Lyney had excused himself to the restroom, and you were strolling around the party, taking note of the different antiques and flower vases.

Some had diamonds patterns, some had animals, and some had wings. Looking past a flower vase, you saw a person in a top hat kissing someone else...

Wait, kissing?

"...Lyney?"

Darkness would engulf the room, followed by screams behind you as you raced out of the very place you'd call "heaven." Then, the sounds of that magician’s footsteps would chase after you, pleading for a chance to talk, anything.

Your world had shattered, and Lyney was desperately trying to pick up the pieces. But, the broken glass would only cut his skin, everytime he tried.

Minor cuts, but permanent scars.

But alas, when Lyney looked up at where you previously stood, all he saw was dust. Dust.

It's time to go home.

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Lynette

All she saw was you-

You, who drunk tea with her everyday. You, who sat with her in silence at dawn. You, who helped her with her makeup before a performance.

She should've never entered these ruins with you, should've ignored them when there were signs of Primordial Water inside.

And yet, you'd urged her on... all for what? To finish a task the traveler had asked her to? To show her the gift you'd promised?

What gift would there be if you're... not even alive? What mora would be worth this? What future would you have together? "It's okay." She had reassured her worried brother, "It's just for a little while."

If only she knew this would happen...

And here you are, falling into the monstrous abyss that which is the Primordial Sea.

You had accepted your fate. You didn't fight back against the waves, call out her name, or reach for her hand.

"Farewell, Lynette."

Your teary eyes met her gaze one last time.

When Lyney had arrived at the scene, he desperately tried to pull her away from the water. But she wouldn't budge, just staring at the darkness pooling under her.

"I'm... f-fine, Lyney."

"But, it's dangerous here... and where's Y/N?"

She didn't reply.

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Freminet

"No! I won't have it!" Freminet flinched at the tone of your voice.

"I thought you were..." You sighed, "-nice. Not someone who's part of a scandalous organization."

He didn't respond.

All you saw was his figure leaving the house, footsteps clinking away.

You stared at the spot where he previously stood, as if trying to break the floor apart with your intense gaze. But alas, you knew that would not help.

That day during the trial...

"Tell me, aren't you and your siblings from the House of the Hearth?" Focalors' voice echoed through the stadium.

You'd expected Freminet to object, to protest against her statement, or just... something. But alas, he never spoke up.

Never.

"Freminet?"

And now, as well as detaching yourself from your beloved, you'd detached yourself from your home. Your one and only... true home.

Perhaps it's time to move on.

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#lyney x reader #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #lynette x reader #lynette x y/n #lynette x you #freminet x reader #freminet x y/n #freminet x you #genshin angst #genshin scenarios #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #fontaine x reader #angst #genshin impact #fontaine

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ivywasmaroon · 1 year

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about me ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

-`ღ´- Ivy | She/Her | 18+ | Libra | INFJ

-`ღ´- I'm a Business Student

-`ღ´- Addicted to Reading Fanfics & Listening to Music

-`ღ´- My Top 3 Favourite Music Artists are:

1. Taylor Swift

2. Lady Gaga

3. Ariana Grande

-`ღ´- Current fixation: Simon 'Ghost' Riley

-`ღ´- Dms are open!

#first post #simon ghost riley x reader #marc spector x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stephen strange x reader #simon ghost riley #marc spector #bucky barnes #stephen strange #taylor swift #lady gaga #ariana grande #little mix #selena gomez #bts #new blog #fanfic #fanfics #post: personal 𓆩♡𓆪

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joonberriess · 2 years

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𓆩♡𓆪 jock!jungkook—a much needed thread.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Jeon Jungkook, third year

Football player and part time fuck-boy (< Jimin said that). He's apart of many different clubs cause he likes the extra activities and the bonus points he gets as credits. A lot of people know him, he's got a snapchat score of more than one-hundred thousand (red flag!1!).

Jungkook's a cool guy, he's messed with a lot of girls but he doesn't take them seriously. Probably only had like one serious girlfriend out of all of them but he ended that real quick cause she wasn't it. Always at the frat parties cause his fraternity throws them lmao. Beer ping-pong enthusiast here!

Drives a black Mercedes Benz, likes to light it up and make thirst traps for his Instagram. His insta is literally only one pic, posts a bit more on stories when he feels like it (rarely). Gym rat with Namjoon. He don't do much outside of school if he's free, often stays at home playing different video games.

Nice "fuckboy".

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ y/n l/n, second year

In the nursing program but mainly majors in accounting/business. Talks to a lot of people but isn't friends with many. Really nice, too sweet for your own good. Lots of people like you, but they also take advantage of you cause you're a little too slow.

Airhead here! Really clueless half the time and is really slow. The nicest way possible you're a dumb bimbo. Likes to wear low cut tops a lot and cute miniskirts with tennis shoes but forgets to wear safety shorts a lot. Carries a big heart underneath those big tits—

Half the male population wants a piece. You have a lot of followers but you don't follow them cause you're busy following cat accounts. Major Animal Crossing and Sailor Moon fan right here. Posts a lot of thirst traps unknowingly. Owns a bunny. Said bunny sleeps on tits.

Hates clothes when at home <<<

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Are you two dating?? Yes-No.

You act like it. Nothing is official and people are like what the fuck? Especially Jimin. No one is more confused than Jimin. Like what the fuck you mean you're not dating? But you're hitting it?!

It's complicated, you both beat around the bush around that topic but are extremely loyal. Like Jungkook still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? You're too dense to notice any other guy flirting so sex is off the table for you.

Carries your bag around cause you complain it's heavy. Has bought a Nintendo switch just to play Animal Crossing with you. His mom loves you and your mom loves him. Lap is your permanent chair, face is your gaming chair—

Hand? On tits. Always.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ But you fuck? Yes. Just yes.

Only happened cause he helped you out and you kissed his cheek in return which somehow turned into you giving his dick a kiss and then yeah. Titty galore. This man loves your tits, always leaves a mark and never misses a chance to squeeze. Ass is amazing too but titties..

"Maybe you shouldn't wear any panties when we hang out." "Hm. Okay. I don't like clothes anyways. ^^"

Creampies to the max. Jungkook likes watching your dewy folds stick to his cock whenever he slides out and then pushes back in. He'll fill your pussy and then watch as your pussy gapes around nothing and strings of creamy cum slips from your cunt. Challenges himself to make you cum more then three times in one go.

Got the chubbiest and softest pussy ever. You're a creamer. It's Jungkook's most favorite thing in the world. He'll fuck you slowly just to hear the soft noises your cunt makes. He'll have you on all fours with your chest flat on the bed and ass high in the air. Your hands will come back to grip your ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off your pretty holes.

Jungkook's a huge fan of taking photos of you naked and filled with cum. He'll even video tape you two fucking either from a first person pov or just set the phone up on the nightstand.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Ummmmm but the relationship status?? Very much giving "mine and I'm not sharing".

hiiiii this is a small series i’m considering writing! might turn it into a fic hehe with lots and lots of dirty smut. though, i’m willing to write your ideas based on this thread!

#bts smut #bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook

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iaure · 1 year

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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthe dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.

yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city.

tw: general yandere behaviour, NSFW (leon has an erotic daydream/slight somnophilia + it is marked by a large page marker like the one below), stalking, ptsd, mentions of mourning

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i am very excited for part four! this one was much longer than the rest; this makes me happy. i may potentially take a slight break from this as i want to see where i want to take this small series; i want to deliver the best product i can to all of you ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ i also want to take time to create my own persona for this blog; i am thinking a sheep. what do you think? ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

he'd been getting worse.

♡ the truth of the matter was that this was an addiction.

♡ Leon could manage to quit smoking. but this was entirely different. how do you quit someone?

♡ and it's not like it was hard to love you.

♡ gaining entry into your home wasn't difficult. you kept a spare key above the doorframe, and Leon was always careful to replace it.

♡ your apartment always smelled of you, felt like you, and whenever he went in, he couldn't help but imagine a life where he lived with you-as your boyfriend. Your fiancé? Your husband, if he dared.

♡ and he made sure to take care of you, even if you didn't know!

♡ he knew how hard it was for you to take care of yourself, especially with your work.

♡ when he saw that you had made yourself a list of things to do, he was so proud!

♡ he knew you were taking steps to live better. what was wrong with helping, just a little bit?

♡ a dish here, a wipedown there, a dusting every now and then. small things.

♡ he'd made a handful of habits, such as watching you sleep or snagging the occasional piece of clothing for his own purposes.

♡ your closet had just enough space for him to stow away if you ever showed signs of waking up.

♡ you were just too sweet. obsession was staring down Leon's love, and you didn't even know it.

how was he supposed to stay away?

♡ as for your work, Loen had made his peace with it.

♡ as alarming as it was that you were in possible danger every day, it also meant that you were happier, getting more sunshine, and the opportunity to get yourself nice things.

♡ your happiness always came first, after all.

♡ secondly was the blessing that Leon got that was seeing you whenever he could, just by strutting down from his gym and watching you brew some sort of ridiculous concoction.

♡ overall, your work was more positives than anything. besides, Leon could simply watch you walk to and fro from work to make sure you were safe.

♡ his perception of you had completely expanded as well.

♡ back then, on the AOL forum, he only knew a few vaguely scattered personal details that you'd hint at in posts and comments, mentioned offhand, like your brother.

♡ but now, he knew so much more.

♡ he knew your favourite colours, foods, hobbies, who you liked, who you didn't, what you thought about your work, your opinions on just about anything-you'd share them if he simply asked.

♡ you were so sweet, so clueless, and he loved it.

♡ you would spend hours with Leon simply talking about little to nothing, and it meant everything to him.

♡ you were so kind, so soft, and every word that fell from your lips was divine.

♡ for the last two weeks, he'd been as sneaky as he possibly could.

but you were bound to take notice.

♡ he was hanging out with you as you closed the bakery, counting out the tills and setting aside the deposits. Leon was simply happy to be in your presence.

♡ you began speaking about how you felt unsafe, about how you felt someone staring at you in the night.

♡ instantly, Leon felt guilty.

♡ he didn't mean to scare you. he was trying to protect you, for goodness' sake!

♡ he wasn't frustrated with you, though. of course. he never would be. you were perfect and did no wrong.

♡ he wished there was some way that he could convey he didn't want to hurt you on those nights where he made sure you were safe, but nothing seemed like a good idea.

♡ the guilt chewed away at his insides until you asked him that...holy, divine question.

"would you walk me home?"

♡ he might've gotten on his knees and wept.

♡ what opportunity was this? walking next to your warm body, in the rain, under an umbrella...almost like a couple.

♡ the idea sent Leon's heart into overdrive, pounding in his ears as all sorts of ideas filled his head.

♡ upon his enthusiastic agreement, your face filled with comfort, and Leon couldn't help but feel a bit delighted.

♡ he didn't care if he was going to get soaked. as you locked the door to the bakery, he took care to cover you entirely with the umbrella. you asked him if he was cold at all, but no. the heat of your body was enough to light him on fire.

♡ Leon was in heaven.

♡ during the whole walk, he made sure to keep an eye out on the off chance that there were bad actors around. he even made a show of whipping his head back and forth, which he knew you noticed.

♡ and several times, you laughed. oh, what a sweet angelic sound.

♡ how he wished this walk could last forever; your hand brushing against his, the gentle lull of your voice as you made conversation.

♡ he wasn't sure which god or entity or spirit or soul he pleased, but he was thanking all of them.

♡ when the two of you reached your apartment, he could feel himself deflate a bit. he was so endlessly grateful for the time you gave him, but he dared to want more.

♡ he knew he wouldn't be satiated, no matter what you did. but he could hope. he could pray.

♡ whatever prayer he said worked; you turned with an almost guilty look-as though you could ever be guilty-and asked him if he wanted to see the inside of your apartment.

♡ he practically cheered.

♡ when you turned to finish opening the door, he couldn't help a low whine from leaving his throat. his chest was tight, his heart was pounding, and it was like all his dreams were coming true.

♡ he had seen your apartment dozens of times. at that point, every photo and speck of dust had their locations memorised.

♡ spending time alone, with you, in your apartment, with your scent and your signs of life surrounding him might've even been too much to bear.

♡ but he accepted, because what insanity would it be for him to say no? what lunacy would have to possess him?

♡ upon stepping in, he did everything a polite guest should do; took off his shoes, set his bag and umbrella down, and proceeded to try and shake off the excess water.

♡ your laugh at his shake made his heart swell.

♡ you were trying to dig for food, and you had bent over at the waist; it made Leon delirious.

♡ he couldn't not stare.

♡ you either didn't notice or didn't mind, because you gave up, ordering a pizza instead.

♡ he tried to pay-this was dreamy enough, you didn't need to do anything else-but you insisted, saying it was your way of thanking him.

♡ thanking him? for what could you possibly be thanking him for? that walk was no burden, it was a blessing. why would you need to thank him?

but you refused his money.

♡ he felt guilty, but you turned on your TV and began watching some romantic sitcom that he'd never heard of before.

♡ was it a sign? Leon couldn't tell.

♡ the peace was domestic, crumbling away at Leon's self-restraint. why couldn't every day be like this?

♡ if he just told you, then you'd understand. you would forgive him. you would hold him close.

♡ his mind began to wander. did you think of him like that? did you even consider him as a romantic interest?

♡ would you? if he asked?

♡ the question, confession, was on the tip of his tongue.

♡ you were good. you were kind. you wouldn't be creeped out.

♡ he opened his mouth, and-

the power went out.

♡ his heart dropped to his toes, and all the courage he managed to muster disappeared as you got up to light some candles.

♡ he went back to his bag, rummaging for his military-grade flashlight that he kept on hand.

♡ he'd rather you have it, than something go wrong and you stumble in the dark.

♡ he'd rather walk home in the pouring rain than you risk anything for a second.

♡ you lit a handful of candles, setting them aside as he passed the flashlight off to you.

♡ he figured it was time to go, licking his wounds and dragging his pride and courage behind him.

♡ but you didn't say goodbye.

♡ instead, you asked where he lived. his heart seized.

♡ he could do two things from here. one, admit that he lived maybe a fifteen minute walk away.

♡ or he could lie.

♡ he knew how your heart worked, for the most part. you felt like you were in debt. you wouldn't make him walk back in the rain.

♡ so he could pretend that he lived far away, even by car. he could just...manipulate you.

♡ after a beat too long, he made his choice.

♡ he 'confessed' that he lived thirty minutes from his gym, which was ten from the bakery, which was five from your apartment.

♡ and he could see you think in real time.

♡ your eyes flickered from the door, to his still-damp hair, to the half-eaten pizza on the counter, to the flashlight.

♡ and god, the guilt was going to eat him alive.

♡ he knew you were kind. he knew you were soft. and he abused that. he abused your sweetness and goodness. for what? his sick kicks?

♡ but your pretty lips pursed, and they formed around those words that he wanted-no, needed-so desperately.

would you want to stay the night?

♡ the guilt disappeared, his heart wept for joy!

♡ yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes! always! yes!

♡ you seemed relieved, disappearing into your room and coming out with men's pyjamas.

♡ they were a little snug on Leon, hanging a bit low, but he certainly didn't mind. this was effectively the greatest task of his life.

♡ he had to be a viable partner for you. he had to show his worth.

♡ you were quick to go to bed. with the power still out, you clearly just wanted to wait it out.

♡ Leon pulled a blanket out of his bag, but you insisted on giving him several more, as well as a pillow.

♡ and oh god, how was he supposed to control himself? they all smelled like you.

♡ maybe he'd take one in the morning. for safekeeping.

♡ as he lay on your couch, the thought crossed his mind to wander while you were asleep, to see everything with the daring of you being inside your own home.

♡ but he knew better. or, at least, he thought he did.

♡ ten minutes turned into thirty. thirty turned into an hour, turned into two, into four, before he finally cracked.

♡ he literally had you at his fingertips, in a situation where he'd most likely be excused. he had to use it. he had to make the most of it.

♡ and, despite everything he could do...he wandered into your room. and he watched you.

♡ you snored, just a little bit. it was a cute snore that Leon liked. you also slept a bit erratically, sometimes throwing your body in weird positions.

♡ part of your blanket was on the floor, your head was between two pillows, and you were out like a light.

♡ or apparently not, because after about ten minutes of Leon standing there, you woke up abruptly. you gave a small gasp, bleary eyes still trying to grasp what you were seeing. you asked what he was doing.

♡ and what was he doing, honestly? he was watching you sleep. but he couldn't admit to that, not in a thousand years.

♡ so, he said the first thing that he could come up with, in a voice that lost every shred of pride he had left.

"i thought you were gone."

♡ and he can see the pity on your face, and he can't help but almost feel childish at how he hoped you'd comfort him.

♡ your eyes wandered over him, as though putting pieces together. you finally lay your head back down, and pat your bed.

♡ Leon goes into overdrive. again. for how many times this night were you going to do that? how many times were you going to make his heart leap into his throat?

♡ he, for a second, isn't sure what you want. there's no way you'd...

"do you want me to...sleep with you?"

♡ his voice was weak, and he asked, again, until you nodded. maybe you were just moving in your sleep. he asked another time. you nodded again. he asked once more. you said yes.

♡ he started shaking. his grip on your blanket was white-knuckled, his knees were ready to buckle, and the world was spinning.

♡ you did. you wanted to share your bed with him. you wanted to sleep with him. you want him. you wanted him!

♡ he gets into bed with you, gently setting the blanket over your body and trying to not freak out.

♡ you were so warm and so close to him. everything was invading his senses, and when you realised he was staring, you shot him a smile that turned his insides to goo.

♡ he had to take this chance. and he moved a little closer.

♡ you didn't move.

♡ and you were just so unguarded, so gentle. Leon's mind was wandering.

♡ what would you look like in a far more intimate scenario?

♡ what would your kisses look like? feel like?

♡ Leon squirmed a bit.

♡ what would your skin feel like? the skin that he couldn't touch? your neck, your stomach, your thighs...?

♡ his eyes wandered down the silhouette of your body under the covers.

♡ how would you feel underneath him? if he was touching your chest, suckling on your neck, leaving hickeys for everyone to see?

♡ how would you feel if he had his hands everywhere, pinned under his body and rutting into you?

♡ how would you act if he had his cock in you? how would you moan? would you try to close your eyes? or would you keep them open and watch how he loved you?

♡ would you be quick to orgasm? or would you take time, and Leon would be blessed to have your body for so long?

♡ he thought you would maybe try to cover yourself with your hands. you did seem the shy type. oh, but he'd be greedy, and he'd ask if you could move them-he wants to see all of you.

♡ he thinks that you'd be quiet at first, trying to stop yourself from being loud in case it woke your neighbours. but Leon would be in so deep into that tight, divine warmth, and you'd call out his name.

♡ and he'd swallow it. he'd take your lips in his and devour every gasp and moan that left your mouth.

♡ he'd never make you beg, either. he'd do everything to make you be so perfectly spent, fucked out of your mind and left limp on your bed. and even then, Leon wouldn't be satiated.

♡ he'd need more. he'd take you in his mouth, even if you had passed out, just to keep working you until your taste was all over his tongue. and when you woke up, he'd still be hard at work, trying to get more, begging for more.

♡ and maybe you'd decide to take him, instead, as thanks for taking care of you.

♡ you'd be on top of him, sucking sweetly at his cock, and he'd cry out your name with no inhibition. he didn't care about the people in your apartment complex. he just cared about you, and that you would know just how much he loved you.

♡ he'd fuck you for hours, days even, to finally have the curve of your body and the taste of your cum memorised.

♡ but let's be honest.

♡ he'd never have enough.

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maneatrrz · 1 year

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‧₊˚✩ 01 ; girls like girls / k. sully

♡ 𓂃 ꒰ girls like girls! ꒱˚.༄ ೃ kiri sully x fem!reader. 901 words. one of two. ⌒(≧▽° )

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: kiri sully was certain she wouldn’t ever exist to you-at least, not in the way that she wanted to.

content: na'vi!reader, metkayina!reader, emo teenage angst!kiri, reluctant babysitter!kiri, kiri turning into shakespeare. tuk being the sweet little demon baby she was meant to be. she is my child and i love her so dearly. i don't know, this is pretty short for the first part? but i wanted to get this out for the additional notes and i was just having writer's block with it. sorry!

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ additional notes: i have posted this in the midst of aging drama-the actor who portrays kiri, sigourney weaver, is not a minor. and according to john landau, james cameron's literal production partner, the na'vi have a longer lifespan than humans: 160-180 years, as oppose to the average 80, and they are older than the "equivalent-looking human". as in: na'vi years and human years are not the same. the na'vi reach their adulthood in the time that is equal to 15-17 human years. after that, their aging stagnates. which means if lo'ak and kiri have been alive for fourteen human years, and neteyam has been for fifteen-lo'ak and kiri are the human equivalent of seventeen, and neteyam is eighteen. idk what to tell you girlies. these are 8-foot tall, motion-rigged blue space aliens. enough. i turned eighteen like two months ago and watching you guys made my head hurt. let's put this energy towards real-life child predators, and women & men pushing thirty simping for blatanly established human minor characters! anyways, hope you enjoy this first part of the fic. thank you lovelies.

୨✩୧ ; fic under the cut!

there was no reason for kiri sully to feel such ardor towards you. absolutely none. yet, she couldn’t help but be entranced by the way you moved through the waves.

you were just gliding through cerulean waters with lo’ak, neteyam, tsireya, ao’nung, and roxto. jake had introduced you all to the human custom of ‘marco polo’ when you were young, and it seemed you had never grown out of it. kiri had been thrown out of the game, looking over tuk’tirey for her father while she made a sandcastle. tuk was especially displeased with this, as she thought she could beat you all flawlessly in marco polo. but alas, she was not allowed to wade out that far.

watching your every move from afar, kiri surmised that you were not very good at this game. every single person who was marco before had gotten you immediately, no matter how far away you started. probably because you would start splashing and kicking every time they got close, through a fit of feverish giggles. especially when lo’ak was marco-he’d ignore everyone else just to get to you. then, it became the coquettish game of ‘how fast can [name] swim to escape impending doom?’

“this sucks,” she caviled and clutched a stick limply, etching your name in the warm, manila sand.

“you would feel better if you built a sandcastle,” tuk hummed with an expectant lilt, looking at kiri.

“i would feel better if i was lo’ak.”

“would you really? he kinda smells.”

“true,” kiri tilted her head with a nod, scribbling out your name. “[name] doesn’t seem to care, though.”

“oh, blegh,” tuk’tirey stuck her tongue out, swatting at kiri. “stop that.”

“jeez, jeez-” kiri raised her hands in defense of tuk’s minacious and staunch (endearing and incredibly light) pummels. “tuk, i’m not even doing anything!”

“you’re doing that thing that daddy does when mommy looks at tonowari for more than like, two seconds. you’re being all,” tuk did a sashay back to her sandcastle before turning around and putting her hands on her hips, “j-e-l-u-s. jealous.”

“hello? it’s j-e-a-l-o-u-s. you literally cannot spell.”

“i’m literally seven and i’m trying my best.”

“fair enough. but i’m not jealo-” she was cut off by tuk ‘kikiki’-ing at her with an outstretched finger. “you know what? fine. maybe i am a little bit jealous. but it’s not like it matters, anyways.”

kiri threw her head back, falling into the sand. she stared up at the calm azure heavens adorned with ivory, velvet clouds. the image paired perfectly with what kiri called the polyphonic melody of unrequited love: her pining heartbeat reverberating through her spine, your distant, cherubic laughter, and the sound of the waves skimming across the shore, before melting back slowly into the sea. as far as kiri was aware, you only knew her as one of two of neteyam’s (your neighbor) siblings your age. not the goofy, obnoxious younger brother with unkempt braids and winsome dimples, but the brooding basketcase of a sister. the looming, deviant character who thought she could feel the heartbeat of the empyrean, the atlantis, and the motherlands. she was certain that to you, she faded miserably in comparison to the awkwardly-charming foreigner and prodigal eldest son that newly inhabited awa’atlu. she could tell from the way you hung on every honey-coated word that was uttered from neteyam’s lips-big, sparkly doe eyes complete with dilated pupils completely enraptured by him. kiri could tell from the way those roseate, glacé lips of yours curved into an intoxicating smile that she simply couldn’t get enough of, everytime lo’ak unleashed his ‘comedic brilliance’. she was certain she wouldn’t ever exist to you-at least, not in the way that she wanted to. “yeah, this seriously sucks.”

“why don’t you just ask if she likes you?” a query from tuk that made kiri jolt up, turning her head to tuk’tirey in bewilderment.

“absolutely flabbergasting. that you just told me, to do that.”

“why? whenever i have a question, i ask it.”

“but this is different, tuk,” kiri exhaled deeply, bringing her knees to her chest. she ran her hands through her hair, before scratching the top of her head. “she’s a girl, and i’m not a boy.”

“so? i don’t see a problem,” tuk contorted her face in confusion, before shrugging and kicking her meticulously crafted sand fortress-she was getting bored. she sat down crisscrossed in front of kiri, tapping her nose. “girls like girls, like boys do. nothing new.”

tuk’s idea was not entirely inane as kiri’s riposte made it out to be. it was getting harder to mask her tempestuous affinity for you, with each passing moment. you merely being around her made her heart beat at such a frenetic pace in her sternum. your scent permeated her senses, suffusing her cheeks a feverish and tender sanguine-you smelled as saccharine as the candied simpers you gave her, with light floral notes and a hint of ocean’s brine. and your visage-oh, your countenance as a whole-remained steadfast as the most ravishingly beauteous thing she had ever seen. you were like a painting to her: every curve and every color was painted by eywa’s pedantic hand.

“so if i were to…” kiri closed her eyes with a sharp, delayed sigh, shaking her head. “...confess, when would i? or-how would i?”

tuk’s mouth curved into a smile laced with playful, youthful malign.

kiri was going to have her hands full, wasn’t she?

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𝐈. ASTRO ·.༄࿔

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𝓒. Future Lover ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . details about your future spouse 50,50£

𝓒. Fire x Water ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . the fate between you and your twinflame 40,50£

𝓒. Us, Now & Forever ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . compatibility reading between you and the person of your choice 55,50£

𝐈𝐈. Idol ·.༄࿔

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𝓒. Ace of Coins ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what is it like to live together with the idol of your choice 35£

disc.: includes 7 section’s & pictures (moodboard~)

𝓒. The Star ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . you as the new member in your fave group 32£

disc: you don’t have to be the same gender.

𝓒. The Lovers ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . you and your bias in a romantic relationship 25£

𝓒. Three of Cups ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . friendship between you and an idol of your choice 25$

𝓒. Knight of Cups ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your soul connection with idol of your choice 25£

𝓒. The Sun ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . how does the group of your choice view you 32£

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𝓒. Ace of Wands ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . which idol(s) are most similar to your future spouse 25£

𝓒. The World ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . .how will your biases next year be like? 25£

𝓒. The Wheel of Fortune ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . .how will your will your life go next year? 25£

𝓒. Chanel N° 5 ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . you and your celebrity crush in a romantic relationship 25£

𝓒. Seven of Cups ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your idol’s ideal types 10,50£

𝓒. Go Big or Go Home ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . detailed dynamics between the group of your choice 25,50£

disc.; for 7+ members it costs more

𝓒. BFF ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . you and the idol of your choice as best friends 25£

𝓒. Peekaboo ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . how the idol of your choice if viewed by people 27,50£

𝓒. Sweet Venom ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . compatibility between you and the kpop group of your choice 18£

𝓒. Polaroid Love ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . did you share a past life with your idol/bias? 22£

𝓒. When I Grow Up ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your life as a celebrity/idol 16.50£

𝐈𝐈𝐈. Romantic ·.༄࿔

ᡣ𐭩 these readings can both be about your future spouse or crush. we do not judge, so pick whatever is most comfortable for you.

𝓒. Red String of Fate ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . a person who will serve a romantic purpose in your future, but is not your future spouse 32£

𝓒. Aurora Lights ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . compatibility between you and your special person 15£

𝓒. Love ABCS ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . describing everything your person loves about you 30£

𝓒. Red light Green light ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . red and green flags of the person of your choice 10£

𝓒. Serendipity ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your future partners initials and zodiac/birth month 5£

disc.; this is done through pendulum. not an indepth question.

𝓒. Starlight ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your crush’s view on you 16£

𝓒. Tied to The Soul ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . have you already met your future spouse? 18,50£

𝓒. Crush on You ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . would your crush reciprocate your love? 15,50£

𝓒. Love Potion ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what do people love about you 15£

𝓒. Tell Me Tell Me ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . channeled message from your future spouse 6,50£

𝓒. Heart to Heart ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your future spouse as a person 18£

𝓒. My Universe ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . a reading on you and your fictional other 10,50£

𝓒. Pretty little Liars ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . we will tell you if x and y are/were/will be in a relationship or if one has a crush on the other 22,22£

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𝐈𝐕. Intimate Readings ·.༄࿔

ᡣ𐭩 these are 18+ readings and can get very explicit with descriptions, please keep that in mind before buying! these readings are preferably about future spouse, you alone or people you have already had positive interactions with. minors cannot purchase anything from this section.

𝓒. Dirty Dancing 18+ ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . the intimate life of you and your future spouse 26,50£

𝓒. The Devil 18+ ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what makes you desirable to others? 18,50£

𝓒. Lover 18+ ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what will your first time be like? 18,50£

𝓒. Lucky Charm 18+ ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . the kinks of your future spouse/crush 15£

disc.; crush must know you on a personal level

𝓒. Honeymoon 18+ ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . everything about your honeymoon 25,50£

𝐕. Generic ·.༄࿔

ᡣ𐭩 these are a mix of readings that you can apply to life as a whole. feel free to choose whichever you wish to.

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𝓒. Silver Dragon ୭

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𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what would it be like for you to live in the past 15£

𝓒. To Be or Not To Be ୭

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𝓒. Cat Eye ୭

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𝓒. Dynamic Duo ୭

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𝓒. Upper Side Dreaming ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what your dream is trying to tell you 10,50£

𝓒. Paw in Paw ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . a reading about your animal guides 13,50£

𝓒. Two of Wands ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . career advice from your guides 15,50£

𝓒. Aurora ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what does your aura look like? 15£

𝓒. One In A Billion ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . what was your past life like? 20£

𝓒. Me, Myself & I ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . your life in another universe 15,55£

𝓒. StarFire ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . who are your spirit guides 10,50£

𝓒. Teddy Bear ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . a reading on how you can connect more to your inner child 10,50£

𝓒. 7 Days A Week ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . a reading about how your next week will be like 12,50£

𝓒. Day to Day ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . a reading about how your next year will be like 18,50£

𝓒. Yes or No ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . simple yes or no question, but in depth 4,44£

disc.; if you don’t want an indepth answer it’s only 2£

𝓒. Mirror, Mirror ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . general reading of your choice 4£

disc.; 4£ per question

𝐕𝐈. Platonic ·.༄࿔

ᡣ𐭩 these readings are about platonic connections, with whoever your heart desires to get them with.

𝓒. Other Half ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . initials and zodiac/birth month of your most important platonic soulmate 5£

𝓒. Sound of The Wind ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . 5 long channeled messages from different people in your life 15£

𝓒. Melody & Kuromi ୭

𓈒 ࣪ ˖ ୭ৎ ࣪ . . . the dynamic between you and your friend 15,50£

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