#so just know you're helping me be one step closer to being satisfied

[webslingingslasher]

i always imagine peter’s hair as fluffy but yk how when it’s wet it curls. imagine seeing nerdy peter’s hair wet/curly for the first time

i picture he has fluffy curly hair?? it’s much more curly when it’s wet but they’re not as defined when dry.

but (and this is projecting) i love me some curls. so obv, reader does too.

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‘oh my god!’

peter jumps, you have a finger pointed behind him. ‘oh my god!’ he starts to spin around, ‘what? what is it?’

you can’t form words, all you can think of is ‘oh my god?!’ peter whines out for you, he doesn’t know what’s freaking you out. ‘c'mon, help me out, you’re scaring me.’

peter assumes he has a spider on him, he doesn’t know how he can’t sense it, but your quick calls for him to come closer makes him guess you’re about to swipe him clean.

until your hands dig into his hair, peter shakes you off before stepping back. 'hey, c'mon now. i just washed it.' he did. he also tried to style it, but nothing could hide those coils.

'curls.' your hands have a mind of their own but peter dodges the attack. a pout covers your face, 'curls?'

'i'm saddened to know you've been blind up to this point, but very happy you finally noticed them.' he's having fun with it, you're not. you never get to see them like this.

'peter!' your grabby hands don't do anything, it makes you feel slightly grumpy. all you wanted to do was fawn over the baby curls kissing his ears.

'fine, you have dumb hair. and stupid curls. and... it's too long.'

peter raises an eyebrow, his arms cross over his chest. 'oh really?' you're being challenged, you can't back down. an unconfident head nod was your response.

'thank god you said something, cause i thought you liked it long, but now i know i can cut it off and you won't mind.' you chew on your bottom lip while staring at the brunette.

'how short?' because there's some room to work around, you can handle a summer chop. your boyfriend shrugs, 'more than a buzzcut.'

the words hit you like a crowbar to the knees, you have to back down. you can't lose his curls, you can't. 'no! please no! i love your hair and your curls and it's not long enough!'

peter hits you with a sympathetic pout, 'oh? so, not dumb and stupid?' your feet lightly stomp the ground, 'they're extra curly today, c'mon, please?'

even if he's walking closer, he's still teasing you. 'it's insane how much power my hair has over you.' you light up, you can almost feel the soft pleats over your fingertips.

'yeah, yeah, yeah. can i have?' peter blocks your hands one more time, you're about to scream. 'you know they're mine, right?'

'sure. yeah, if that's what you need to believe.' peter tilts backwards when you reach out, you hate to be that person, but...

'i swear to fucking god, peter, if you ever want to see me naked again, you better let me grab 'em.' in under a millisecond you have your fingers twisted around his hair, a satisfied smile spreads. 'pretty curls.' 

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter x reader

[thegnomelord]

Okay, genuine question, why did the devs have to make Makarov into such a fucking twink? Like look at this bastard:

The hair, the smug smirk, the fact he looks like a damn twig compared to the rest of the 141 boys. I know he would probably kill me the second he loses interest in me but like, I want to bend in him half so bad.

And you know he'd be a demanding bratty twink; hips rolling back to meet yours as you pound him into the desk, his legs thrown over your shoulders and knees against his chest, moaning lowly as you bully your cock into him like he's a common whore.

But don't think you're the one in control. He's got a knife pressed against your throat, blood rolling down your skin from the places where he'd nicked you already. It would be so easy for him to slit your throat, to take your life like he's done to countless others. But he doesn't, the knife is only there as a reminder of who holds the leash around your throat.

"That's right болван, harder." He demands, knife pressing harder against your throat. He doesn't beg, men like him don't beg. He demands, harsh and loud, taking the pleasure you can give him. "Don't disappoint me now."

You redouble your efforts, your hips bruising his ass with every hard thrust that has his cock leaking spurts of precum from the way your dick bashes into his prostate. A loud and satisfied moan leaves him, head rolling back and eyes closing as he lets you ravage him. "хорошая собака." A small bit of praise escapes him, the sharp blade of the knife easing off your skin. "Just like that, good." He moans unabashedly, rough fingers tangling into your head and tugging your head down.

He presses your mouth to his exposed neck, suit and jacket undone just enough for his collarbones to peek out beneath the ruffled fabric. "Bite." He orders.

And you do, teeth digging into the pale skin of his neck until you taste blood, feeling the way he groans and clenches around your cock like a vice. Pain and pleasure are one and the same to him, muddling his mind better than the most expensive whiskey. So you don't ease up, fucking him like a breeding bull as you lay bite after bite across his neck, your fingers leaving hand shaped bruises on his thighs.

His moans echo freely through the office and into the halls, more sweet praises falling from his lips "Good dog, just like that, fuck me harder, yes-" as the sharp edge of the blade makes little nicks across your collarbones. The pain makes you throb inside him, every bruise you such into his neck just one more example of how much he owns you; You're his dog, his to train, his to punish when you step out of line , his to reward when you bring back the head of his enemies.

You can tell he's close by the way his body shakes, hole clenching and fluttering around you, walls clinging to every inch of your shaft as you pull out to nail his sweet spot again. You're far beyond words at this point, blindly grabbing his dick in your large hand and loosely jerking him off as you chase your own orgasm.

"Hah- yes, shit!" Makarov groans as he cums first, cum splattering onto your fist and his expensive suit as you fuck him through his orgasm, each harsh punch on your hips against his making another spurt of cum shoot from his tip.

Your cock throbs as you're so close to cumming, the fluttering and clenching of his walls helping you get closer and closer to your sweet release. A knife presses against your throat again. "Enough." He gasps, still demanding even as he tries to catch his breath, tears prickling his eyes.

It hurts you to still your hips, your cock hard and throbbing inside him, release so close yet so far away. His eyes are blurry as he looks at you, body still quivering around you. But that smug smirk on his face returns. His free hand cups your cheek, gentle, despite being stained with unfathomable quantities of blood. "хорошая собака." He purrs, kisses you, biting your lip as he pulls back. "You listen to me well, yes?" He chuckles as he feels you twitch inside him, your panting breaths fanning over his face.

He chuckles, his fingers running down your skin to pick at the barely scabbed over cuts he's made across your neck. "I can feel you, you want to rut into me so bad it makes you look stupid." He smirks, cooing at you like you're a puppy. "You'll have to wait." He shoves you until you're forced to pull back, your cock sliding out of his warm depths, rock hand and aching between your legs. He sits up, hand now firmly on your throat. "Find that rat in our midst before sundown, I'll let you have me." He says, every bit both a promise and a challenge.

And you, you're his dog. He tells you to sit, you sit. If he tells you to bite, you'll go for the throat. "Yes sir." You force out, receiving a hard and demanding kiss before you're dismissed.

#cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #top male reader #trinkets from the hoard #vladimir makarov x male reader #vladimir makarov x reader #vladimir makarov #cod modern warfare #idk where this came from #i kinda want to be Makarov's scary dog privileges #bottom cod x male reader #cod x male reader

[rotdistressxox]

Headcanons: The Ghouls first meeting / Developing a crush on you

The Ghoulettes + Mountain version here

Dewdrop

• Standoff-ish, is feisty with you at first

• Copia has to remind him to be nice to you since you're still new to the ministry.

• Has a lot of trust issues, but you are patient with him.

• You always greet him with a smile and he just sneers at you. But that doesn't stop you from making an effort for friendship

• One day you do something extra thoughtful and you mend the neck of his favorite guitar when he broke it in a fit of rage. He. Was. Speechless.

• "You did this? But, I've been such an ass to you..." "It's no problem, I know how much it meant"

• His feelings for you did a complete 180. He didn't make any rude face expressions when you smiled at him, he could only look away an blush. Other times he'd just wave.

• His tail wags when he sees you despite his face holding no expression. He has to tuck it in his trousers it gets so bad.

• You complement his long hair and he let's you touch it. His face has never been so red when you leaned closer to run your fingers through it.

• "Fuck, I'm such a pathetic loser. (Reader) would never think of me that way"

• He gnaws at his claws while daydreaming about you

Aether

• Warm and welcoming when you first meet

• Instantly becomes friends with you, he's definitely one of the more extroverted ghouls from the rest of the group.

• Finally, he has a work buddy. It's a little exhausting being Copias right-hand ghoul.

• Enjoys your company so much that he asks you to help out with more things around the ministry

• At first he thought he'd only see you as a good friend. But one day he hears you humming one of his favorite songs while in the library. He stays extra silent so you don't know he's there. Fell for you so hard you could compare it to falling down the steps.

• His pointed ears perk up everytime he hears you, smells you, hell, even by looking at you.

• Copia ships you two

• You gave him a little peck on the cheek when he bought you your favorite food while working. He left your office with the widest grin the world had ever seen.

• Never washed his cheek again until Cumulus had to basically hose his face down.

• Puffs his chest out to look more macho, always loves it when you complement his strength.

Rain

• Introverted. A ghoul of few words. Doesn't say anything when you first meet, only nods his head.

• As soon as you talk to him, he averts his eyes and keeps conversations short.

• You understand that he doesn't like talking, so you try communicating without words before he's comfortable enough talking to you.

• Seeing him while in a meeting, your eyes met. He was about to look away but you slip him a note from under the table.

• 'hiii, how r u?'

• His heart skips a beat, but he gives you a thumbs up.

• First it was notes, then it was hand gestures and face expressions. Finally, you two started having conversations

• He becomes more confident after you two became friends. Spoke up and had more faith in himself.

• He started crushing when you cared enough to slip him that note.

• Writes songs about you but hides them in his acoustic guitar. (Yes he plays bass, but likes to play acoustic guitars from time to time)

• He LOVES your eyes, he feels enraptured in your gaze.

Swiss

• Flirty, very flirty

• You can only laugh at his corny pick up lines. That satisfies him enough to know that you have a good sense of humor

• Is naturally very talkative, so it's easy to have conversations with him.

• Continues with using pickup lines on you, honestly he's never had anyone to use them on besides some of his fellow ghouls.

• Until the day comes when you flirt back with him. Satan, that awoke something in him.

• Also, he's very touchy, so he constantly wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder.

• You think nothing of it since you've seen him do the same with Dewdrop and Phantom. But he's definitely doing it just so the other Ghouls know you're his.

• Loves to show his teeth off for you, you've nicknamed him "Biggy Smiles"

• Quietly purrs when he hears you talk

• The ghouls know how badly he wants you, he talks about you nonstop.

• This man is so down bad. Catch him making up scenarios about you and him. Sounds familiar doesn't it?

• Likes to watch you work from afar, he doesn't want to make his love for you too obvious just yet

Phantom

• Ah yes, the new guy.

• You were there when he was summoned from the depths of hell.

• The first person he laid eyes on was not Papa, but you. You intrigued him in a way no other human has.

• You were assigned to teach him all of his tasks, introducing him to the other ghouls, and to fit him for his Ritual/concert clothing.

• He is very playful with you, he treats you like a fellow ghoul.

• Follows you around like a lost puppy, still doesn't feel like he fits in. You tell him that he's being silly and that the other Ghouls like him despite what he thinks.

• Well, he also just wants to be with you. He's very protective when he's around you, especially with the more flirty ghouls sneaking glances at you now and again.

• He likes his ghoul friends, but will fight for you if they even think of making an advance towards you.

• He's also a flirt, will tease you when you're working. It's worse when it's at a ritual and he sees you in the front of the crowd. He puts his guitar his shoulder, kneels down, and stares at you while smirking.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #namelessghouls x reader #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader

[turtletaubwrites]

Misty Eyes ~ Part 3

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. *This part contains two Doffy flashbacks with a graphic depiction of violence including blood, murder of an unnamed character, and the reader being sick, as well as implied sexual encounters. Doffy flashback sections are marked between these symbols ~🦩🦩🦩~ so you can skip past them if you'd like. The chapter begins with one of these graphic memories, but ends with some Hurt/Comfort & sweet fluff!

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks)

Word Count: 5768

Misty Eyes Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: You try to acclimate to life aboard this yellow submarine, but your past keeps tearing you apart. All that Doffy made you do feels like a stain on your soul, and you're afraid you'll never be clean.

Author's Note: This one gets really fucked up, but I hope the sweet ending makes up for it! 🖤 I have added the dead dove do not eat tag, so please heed the warnings, and do not read if they might be triggering for you.

Thank you so much @pinejayyfor this delicious request!!

Rating/Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Donquixote Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Kissing, Shame, Blood and Violence, Vomiting, Minor Character Death, (unnamed character), Sparring, Childhood Memories, Chaste Childhood Kiss, Teasing, Tickling, Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo, Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags To Be Added

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

| masterlist | about me | rules | ao3 |

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“Another simple mission too much for you, Y/N?”

Doffy ducked a bit as he sauntered into the room, his voice making your enemy freeze with her sea prism stone blade to your throat.

“Young mast–”

Your target smirked at you, pressing the tip of the blade into your flesh, just enough to cut your words. 

“Are you good and scared,” she taunted, ignoring the powerful man at her back.

Is she fucking stupid? She has to know who he is.

Doffy grinned as he moved closer, until you saw yourself reflected in his sunglasses over your enemy’s head. Neither of the menacing figures before you moved or spoke for a moment, leaving your mind in chaos. 

I failed him again. He’s not helping me. Why would he? I’m worthless. 

The woman chuckled, showing no fear as the future king of the pirates towered over her. Until his large hand fisted her hair, lifting her until her toes barely touched the ground. A shocked cry left her lips, her satisfied smirk torn away as she struggled to free herself.

“You really can’t do anything on your own, can you?”

Humiliation poured over you, making you wish that the blade had cut you deeper. The prick of blood on your throat wasn’t nearly enough to drown your shame. 

The woman laughed, even as she struggled in Doffy’s grasp. She choked on that laughter as the blade in her hand flew toward her own neck, tugged by invisible strings. 

“Wait, you said–”

Those frantic eyes had tried to look toward the young master, but her words ended as a flood of red left her throat. Doffy laughed, watching your wide eyes while the woman thrashed. The blade clattered to the floor as a rain of bright, hot blood fell upon it. He took a step toward you, letting all that cherry red cascade down your chest as you stared into the woman’s dying eyes.

She reached for you, dragging her nails across your throat.

“You’re really gonna let this trash disrespect our family? Disrespect me,” Doffy questioned, as bile rose in your throat.

“N-No, I’m sorry young–”

“Finish it. Pick up the knife, and gut her.”

The woman was still struggling, still fighting, but you knew it wouldn’t be long. 

I have to prove myself. 

You couldn’t move. 

“Do it, Y/N,” Doffy threatened, his voice low as he shoved her closer. That hot blood poured over your face as he lifted her higher. 

You fell to your knees, somehow finding the blade through the red that had covered your eyes, spitting it out of your mouth as you used the wall to stand back up. 

“There you go. Prove you can do something right, Y/N.”

Blinking through the blood, you held the blade to the woman’s stomach, throwing up before you could pierce her flesh. 

Doffy dropped that lightly twitching body as you started to retch, stepping back to watch you cover your enemy in your own pathetic disgrace. 

Choking on sobs as your stomach emptied over the nearly dead form, you tried to wipe and hide your face. There was no way to hide from Doffy, his manic grin looming near as he crouched beside you. 

“Such a pathetic sight. To think that a member of my family could fail me like this,” he tutted, ripping your heart to shreds. 

“I’m so sorry, young master, I–”

Your fingers slipped in the blood and sick on the floor as you tried to push yourself up, until your body moved on its own. 

No. Not on its own. 

Doffy moved it, his fingers extending as he controlled you. A disgusting marionette, dripping with the evidence of shame. 

“So disappointing.”

The young master’s voice weighed you down, even as he held your body up. He directed your movements, forcing you to walk as though you were proud of the sticky failure on your skin. 

I’m nothing. I don’t deserve to live. I don’t deserve his love. 

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Y/N, hey, you’re okay–” 

“I couldn’t do it, I’m too weak. I’m so sorry, young–”

Nausea tore through you, the fight to keep from being sick bringing you into the present. Into the mist. Law’s soothing voice was too full of concern, and you hated taking down your camouflage. Hated letting him see how weak you were. 

“Y/N, can I check your–”

Law’s fingers were on you as soon as you nodded, slipping along the cold sweat that coated your skin as he checked your temperature and pulse. 

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice hoarse as if you had been sick. 

His hands guided your trembling body as you sat up, your eyes caught on your own misty fingers. 

Pathetic. 

“Do you… wanna talk about it?”

A sharp laugh escaped you, flooding you with guilt. An apology died in your throat as you rubbed your hands over your arms, sliding through that layer of sweat. 

“Can I take a shower?”

~

The “Surgeon of Death” waited outside the bathroom for you. You thought he was trying to help you feel safe by not letting anyone else in, until you remembered the concern, the pity on his face. 

He’s making sure I don’t hurt myself. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes as he tried to speak to you on the way to the galley, but a tiny smile broke through your heavy shame from Law’s poor attempt at small talk. 

“Good morning, Y/N!” Penguin’s voice was too loud as he leaned close to grab breakfast at the counter. The stuffed penguin on his hat bobbed toward you while he spoke.

“Morning,” you greeted, with far less enthusiasm, only to be met with a small orchestra of cheerful voices calling to you, and their captain. 

“Hope you didn’t mind the captain on your floor last night. He used to snore like a–”

“Penguin,” Law commanded, voice low as he gripped his crew mate’s wrist. 

The man's friendly clap on your back had made your shoulders tense up, your jaw clenching as Doffy’s voice boomed through your mind. 

‘Only I’m allowed to touch my little doll,’ Doffy rasped, pinching your thighs almost too hard as you sat in his lap. You tried not to stare at the blood spreading across the marble floor. ‘I don’t like to share.’

“Sure, sorry captain, sorry Y/N…” Penguin took a step back, dipping his head at Law’s frown.

“It’s okay,” you breathed, your lying smile forming so easily on your face before he led you to a table in the corner, away from his happy crew.

I’m like mist, sucking the joy and beauty out of a sunny place.

“Why don’t we skip the interview today,” Law suggested, tapping his pretty fingers on the table.

“But, don’t you nee–”

“I need you to be okay,” he interrupted, reaching those fingers to touch your wrist gently, barely, before pulling away. “Besides, I have something else in mind.”

~ 

Moving through the metal halls felt like a dream, like you’d get lost, and keep walking for years before you woke up. Until he spun the wheel to open a heavy door, leading you into the largest room you’d seen on this underwater ship.

“How nostalgic,” you teased, nodding your head toward the wall of weapons in what was clearly a training room. 

“It’s been a while since you kicked my ass,” he said with a laugh, and you chewed your lip to fight your cheesy smile. He moved down the wall, pulling two daggers free before facing you. “Catch.”

“Wait,” you cried out, ready to move or mist away, but your body acted on its own. You caught the blade he’d thrown your way, gripping it as you smiled to yourself.

“I see you haven’t lost your reflexes,” he hummed, facing off with you.

“What if I had,” you scolded, your free hand on your hip. 

“I knew it couldn’t hurt you. But your enemies might not,” he mused. “Why didn’t you strike? I gave you an opening.”

“What are you–” you laughed, shaking your head at him. “I’m not a fighter anymore. Besides, I don’t want to be mauled by a bear when your crew finds out I tried to attack you.”

His scowl was so sharp, you almost missed his movement. The second blade flew toward you, spinning clear with the ringing of metal as you blocked it with the first dagger.

“What the fuck, Law?”

He ignored you as he pulled a sword from the wall, striding your way with death in his eyes. Your body slid into a stance it hadn’t felt in years, and you gritted your teeth. Barely escaping Law’s attack, you used the dagger to deflect his blade as you rolled away.

“Why are–”

His sword came down over your head, and you misted out of reach, your breath heavy as anger and fear started to build. 

“Law! Why–”

“Why do you keep saying you’re weak?”

You froze, unable to move as he plunged his sword through your chest, meeting nothing but mist.

“What happened to the girl that could kick my ass? Until I’d get her back, of course,” he grinned, offering his hand to help you up. Still frozen, you watched him sigh, dropping the sword as he sat down beside you. 

“Why do you keep saying that you’re weak,” he repeated softly, his gaze stripping you to the bone.

“Because I am weak.”

The words held nothing but truth, a truth you’d long since accepted. 

“Don’t be stupid,” he reprimanded, the insult bringing your eyes to his with a bit of shock and annoyance.

“Is that my doctor’s orders,” you growled, anger showing through your mask for the first time in ages. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you dug your nails into your shins, the comfort of the mild pain helping you stay grounded.  

“Yes,” he deadpanned, your lips parting as you glared. He didn’t drop that judgemental look on his face, and it was too fucking much.

You hid the need to squirm by standing, picking up the weapons to hang back on the wall. The weight of a useless life pushed your shoulders down, until a tattooed hand touched yours, taking one of the daggers from you while you stared at the floor. 

“When we were kids, you were just as strong of a fighter as I was. I don’t understand how that could change, Y/N,” he recalled, voice soft as he touched your chin. His eyes searched yours, as if you were a puzzle he couldn’t solve. 

“I know you’re fierce. Pretty sure I’ve still got a few scars from you,” he laughed, that gentle sound making your eyes drift closed, a bittersweet smile on your lips. 

“I’m not fierce,” you confessed, shivering as your skin burned where his fingers still held your chin. “I couldn’t keep up. My powers are so... I kept failing, just like they said I would.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

You almost gaped at him again, but his hand on your chin kept your jaw from dropping. Pulling away, you crossed your arms, that irritation growing. 

“Your bedside manner is shit, you know that?”

“We’re not in bed right now,” he countered, his confident voice cut short by his own awkward cough as he continued. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. I’m not a fighter anymore, Law. I can help you with my memories, you don’t need to do all of this.” He ignored your movements as you gestured to the wall of weapons, falling back into that frown he’s so good at. 

“Get over it.”

“Excuse me?”

He thrust the handle of the dagger into your palm, leaning close. 

“Everyone has to pull their weight on this ship. You’re gonna shadow the crew until we find a job that suits you. You’re gonna sit with me for interviews. And you’re gonna train, just like everyone else,” he commanded, your breath catching as you felt the authority pouring off of him. His fingers were still wrapped around yours, pressing the handle of the blade into your skin.

“Do you under–”

Law grunted with more surprise than pain as your other fist connected with his face. He took a step back, scalding eyes raking over you while he rubbed his jaw, but you cut him off before he could speak. 

“Gotcha, with a capital ‘G,” you declared, moving your arms with the dagger to create a poor image of the letter ‘G.’

Everything else faded from your mind as Law started to laugh, holding himself up with his hands on his knees. You couldn’t help but join him, some good childhood memories finally filling the air between you. 

“Does he still do that,” he asked, still breathless as he fought the laughter.

“Lau G won’t stop doing that until he’s dead and gone.”

He leaned against the wall of weapons, shaking his head as he pulled up ancient memories.

“That old man trained both of us, Y/N. You were neck and neck with me, even though I’d never admit it back then.”

Your face grew hot, hopefully masked by the wheezing laughter you were still recovering from. But shame quickly followed the pride from his praise, so you turned away to stretch, avoiding his discerning eyes.

“Let’s start with hand to hand,” he ordered softly. You let him take the blade from you, meeting him on the mats in the center of the large, echoey room. Bouncing on your heels, you fought to keep yourself in the present. 

‘Can’t take care of a single mission. I’ve never had such a failure in my family before. What should I do with you?’

‘So misty, so flimsy! You’ll never be as strong as us. I bet the young master will throw you out soon.’

‘Why don’t you just focus on being pretty, dear. I heard the young master say that’s all you’re good for.’

“I won’t go easy on you," Law's threat broke through your foggy mind. He smirked, taunting you with a tilt to his head. “Kick my ass.”

Falling into a stance without a thought, you tried to be here, to be nothing but this. You couldn’t make the first move, getting annoyed as Law feinted, tapping you here or there until you finally fought back. 

There he was. That silly, angry boy with that wicked smirk. The smirk that you needed to kick off that pretty face. Two years of rivalry, two years of tiny, vicious preteens sparring daily, came flooding back as the sounds filled the training room. The sounds of fists and shins connecting with bodies, breaths and grunts, snarky remarks and laughter. 

It felt like no time had passed. 

Until you noticed that thought, and shame hit you just before Law tackled you, taking your breath as he rode your body to the ground. 

Coming back to yourself too late, he had you pinned, unable to work your arms or legs to get out of his grasp. 

“I know you can do better than that,” he teased, his black hair caught in the sweat on his forehead as he stared down at you. 

“Go fuck yourself,” you breathed, still winded with his weight on your body.

“With a capital ‘G,” he smirked, too much satisfaction on his face. He laughed as you squirmed harder, trying to free a hand to punch him with. 

Now you were satisfied, hearing him grunt as he struggled to keep you in place. You freed one arm, but before you could make contact, Law changed position. He caught your wrist, his breathing ragged as his face hovered even closer to yours. 

The air was different, shivers running through you as your bodies relaxed into each other. The struggle halted as you felt his breath on your lips. 

His eyes were wide as he took you in, his brows creasing just a bit. Your chest warmed at the memory of a childhood crush, and a quick peck of a kiss before he disappeared. That sweet memory fell apart when he pulled himself off of you, a slight frown on his lips before he turned away. 

Oh. 

“That’s, uh,” he started, walking away as he avoided your gaze, “that’s enough for today. Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll get your schedule for tomorrow. Good work, today.”

You held up a polite smile as sharp blades of ice seemed to carve into your empty chest. Wanting Law to kiss you seemed ridiculous. Selfish. You hadn’t realized that your stupid, absent heart was so delusional. And now you knew exactly why you shouldn’t think about him that way. 

He’s disgusted by me. I’ll always be tainted. Ruined. I’m lucky he hasn’t put me out of my misery yet. Why would Law want to touch trash like me?

The thoughts crashed into you, and the moment wouldn’t stop replaying. The press of him, his amber eyes, the sweat and breath mixing between you. 

And that frown as he pulled away. 

It played on a loop as you walked through the submarine, repeating through another shower, a nearly silent lunch in the galley, and the tour. Law guided you with a hand drawn map, labeled with the various stations, and the crew members you’d be shadowing. A detailed weekly schedule filled the back of the paper, and you let out a quiet laugh at his attention to detail.

“Do you have any questions?”

“No, teacher,” you teased, breathing deep when he finally looked at you again. 

“It’s captain,” he corrected as he pointed to the schedule. “You’ll be with Ikkaku tomorrow morning, then if you’re up for it, I'd like to do another interview.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Just a twitch of his lips this time, but it was a relief. Until he left you in the galley with the crew, excusing himself to complete some “captain’s duties.”

He doesn’t even want to eat with me now. I probably make him sick.

“Hi, Y/N, you can sit with me! You know, if you want to…” Bepo trailed off, flipping from excited to glum in seconds. 

“Thank you, Bepo,” you agreed, donning your cheerful voice as you sat across from him. 

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” Penguin said as he sat beside you, still too close for comfort after years of Doffy’s rules. “The captain’s the only one that taught us any manners, but I guess I still need some practice.”

“It’s al–”

“Give her some space, you’re being a creep,” Shachi cut in, sitting across from Penguin as he pointed a fork his way. 

“I’m not a creep, you jerk–”

“The captain said to behave ourselves,” Bepo scolded, and you found a real smile on your lips as you saw the concern on his cute, furry face.

“Hey, you’re with me tomorrow, right?”

Ikkaku waved over the bear's shoulder, her dark brown curls making her instantly recognizable. You confirmed with a nod while the three boys at the table kept bickering. 

“Let’s go talk about it.”

Arguments and insults floated through the air, and you were grateful for the rescue as you joined the only other non-man on the ship. She smirked as she nodded her head toward her crew mates.

“Don’t mind the dumbasses, they’re harmless.”

“Thanks,” you laughed, your appetite returning as you watched Ikkaku take a large bite, rolling her eyes at Bepo’s table. 

Comfortable quiet sat with you, and you finally felt a moment of ease in your new world. Even with Law, you felt this energy of holding yourself up, of presenting yourself how you wanted him to see you. But this relaxed woman seemed friendly as she dug into her meal, without the pressure of a smile. She didn’t watch you, or force you into small talk, even when you followed her out of the galley to point out where you’d be working in the morning. 

“I’m ‘Weps,’ so I’ll be showing you how to spot and kill enemies. Hopefully we’ll always be bored,” she huffed, pointing vaguely toward her station before guiding you back to the barracks. 

“That’s you, right,” she asked, tapping on your door. “I’ll yell when it’s time to go.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked, staring for a moment as she turned away. 

That small metal room seemed to amplify your worst thoughts, your loneliness echoing through the air like some torturous bell. You wished you had some sort of drug to knock yourself out. Instead, you curled on your side, trying not to think about how Law had cared enough to sleep on your floor last night, but could barely look at you after your near touch earlier. 

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Don’t get all misty-eyed. That man should have known better than to touch my pretty doll,” Doffy declared, crouching down to press his palm into the sticky red puddle.

The blood of an unlucky man. A friendly man that tried to help you stay balanced while you walked down a flight of stairs in too-high heels. 

“No one else will ever touch you,” Doffy breathed, pressing his bloody palm to your chest. He licked his lips as he dragged his fingers higher, painting your skin. 

Doffy loves me. He’ll be King. Kings have to do this. They have to enforce their–

Your deep breaths and calming thoughts halted as his sticky hand gripped your face, digging into your cheeks to tilt your face up to his.

No more misty eyes.

You felt pride for your lack of tears, and for the smile he gave before he smoothed the hair from your face.

“You’re so pretty when you listen to me,” he praised, his grin deepening when he heard your pleased hum. “You know I’ll have to kill you too, right? You're my doll now. Letting someone touch you with their grubby fingers, and defile my toy sounds like another failure, huh, misty eyes?”

A soft noise escaped your lips as you struggled to be strong for him. 

“Well,” he seethed, the veins in his forehead bulging as he shook your face in his bloody grip, “does my pretty doll have anything to say?”

“I-I’m yours, Doffy,” you promised, keeping your eyes dry as your body went loose, leaning into his hold. 

“My body belongs to you, young mast– Doffy. I’d rather die than let someone defile your property.”

A bruising kiss took your breath, and you whined for him as he laid you on the marble floor. That spill of red beside you had finally stopped flowing. 

“Don’t forget that, Y/N. I’m the only one that gets to defile my pretty doll. My disgusting, little toy. No one would want to touch you anyway. Not if they knew what you let me do to you.”

Doffy laughed as he proved it to you.

And you kept your eyes dry.

~🦩🦩🦩~

Last night, your mind had chosen memories over dreams. The lights and sounds of the sonar were lovely, yet too soothing, and Ikkaku caught you shaking yourself as you held in a yawn. 

“Come on,” she ordered as she pushed you out of the weapons room, leading you through the halls. You pressed your fingers into your brow, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, not realizing where she was taking you until she called through a familiar door.

“Captain, I need to report a crew member who’s unfit for duty.”

“Wait, what,” you cried out, cutting off your own yawn as she rolled her eyes at you. 

Law opened the door, his eyes narrowing on you before he looked at her.

“What’s your report?”

“Y/N was doing well with sonar, but she's clearly sleep deprived. There's no yawning at my weapons station, Captain.”

Ikkaku softened her report by flashing you a tiny smile, but your shoulders slumped in embarrassment. 

“Thank you for the report,” Law cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes as he focused on her. “We’ll try again tomorrow. You’re dismissed, Ikkaku.”

She patted your back as she passed, her gesture of comfort lost as your body tensed at the touch. 

With a shaky breath, you turned to him, staring at his tattooed arms that flexed as they crossed below his chest. 

I didn’t mind when he touched me.

That thought was bittersweet, the bitter turning to bile when you remembered him pulling away. 

“Come in,” he gestured into the office, and you stepped back into your memories. A shrine to Doffy, even if it was built of hate. 

“How much sleep did you get last night,” he spoke like a doctor, scrutinizing every movement as you sat down across his desk. 

“How would I know? There’s no clock in there.”

Somehow, his frown deepened, and you let out a heavy sigh. 

“Did you sleep at all?”

The touch of warmth in his voice filled the cold room, but you didn’t want it. You couldn’t truly have it. So you let the truth ring through your mind as you lied again.

All I am is the broken toy of the man he despises. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll be okay.”

Your eyes slid away, seeing nothing as you pretended to be fine. Yet, you blinked slowly when he stood, his chair scraping along the floor before he came to kneel beside you.

Time seemed fuzzy, but after a while you heard his voice, low and steady. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

Too tired and stuck for anything except for the faint quivering of your bottom lip, you stayed silent. 

“Is it…” he cleared his throat, flexing his hands before he went on. “Is it alright if I hug you?”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he tried to cover his worry in a soothing tone as tears and small choked sounds left your throat. “We don’t need to–”

“Please.”

That tiny, pathetic word left your lips, and you felt sick for asking for anything. Sick for forcing him to take care of you. 

But you didn’t fight as he pulled the chair out, as he knelt to the side of your knees, as he touched long fingers to your cheek. 

“Is it alright if I hug you,” he asked again in a whisper. You were too weak to protect him from you, nodding slowly until you felt more of his touch. 

He pulled you gently forward, your arms limp as he wrapped his around your waist, letting your head rest on his shoulder. 

“You’re okay,” he soothed, sliding a palm between your shoulder blades. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Denials and arguments struggled to leave your lips, anger and fear fighting for control. 

But you were so tired. 

And Law felt so warm, so solid, his smell familiar, yet new. He squeezed you tighter as your breath sped up, holding you still, until you held him too.

He didn’t let go as you dripped hot tears onto his neck. He didn’t let go when you clung to him, digging your fingers into his arms and shoulders. He didn’t let go as your cries flipped from silent to pleading, as you begged for his forgiveness, or choked over the fears and shame you carried. 

Through every round of emotions, you would return to guilt and disgust.

“I’m sorry, Law, I’m sick. You shouldn't be... I’m sorry you have to touch me.”

“Why are you saying that,” he nearly growled, holding your head against him to keep you from leaving his grasp. 

You had no idea how long you’d made him care for you, how many tears you’d let stain his shirt. But however long it had been, you were finally able to speak some of it clearly. 

“You hate him,” you said, your feeble voice breaking between your haggard breaths, “and I’m his… I’m broken. I’m disgust–”

“Shut up.”

A surprised yelp stopped your words, the force of his grip catching your breath. 

Law’s fingers dug into your skin as he pressed you against him, almost to the point of pain, and your mind froze as you waited for him. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he declared, forcing the words through his teeth. “I don’t give a shit about what he did to you. I don’t care what he made you do. It wasn’t your fault, you hear me?”

There was anger in his words, but you knew it wasn’t for you. Still, you were stunned, feeling his heavy breaths beating against your chest. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice cracking as he buried his face into your neck before pulling away. It was almost painful losing his warmth against you, but he took your hands in his. He seemed to be having more trouble meeting eyes than you were, and you started sinking into the chair while he cleared his throat a few times. 

“When I found out that you’d… That he’d… I should have saved you, Y/N. But I decided not to care about you so I could focus on my mission. I let him–”

“Stop,” you cried out, shaking your head against the guilt in his voice. “I wouldn’t have come with you before. I don’t even know when things started to change. But I would have betrayed you. I wanted to be… I’m glad you didn’t find me sooner, Law. I just wish–”

You cut yourself off, melting into his golden eyes. A stolen moment of peace amidst the guilt and pain. 

“What do you wish,” he asked, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“... I don't think broken people get wishes.”

He gave a jaded laugh before standing, leaning against the desk while he rubbed his knees. 

“Will it help you sleep if I stay on your floor tonight?”

You smirked at his soft words, looking from his knees up to his face before responding. 

“I don’t know, old man. I don’t think it’ll be good for your joints.” The look on his face was perfect, and a real laugh left your raw throat, shaking your tired body. 

“We’re the same age,” he countered, eyes wide with that manic grin, “and disrespecting your captain is a punishable offense.”

“I see how it is,” you teased, lightly poking his side. “Still can’t come up with a good comeback, so you threaten me with violence? Looks like you haven’t changed a bit, you– Law!”

He’d grabbed your wrist before going to his knees again, those pretty fingers searching your ribs for the perfect spot. You writhed and laughed, and failed to fight him off as he tickled you, the way he used to when he couldn’t outsmart you. 

“Law, you–”

“Fuck, sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

Law pressed himself against the desk, still on his knees with his hands held up, his eyes wide and worried as he looked at you. 

You cracked up, true, heavy laughter, until his lips curled into that evil little smirk. But you beat him to it, sliding to the ground to get him back, tickling and getting a good squirm out of him before you both attacked. 

He growled as he laughed, grappling you to the side of the chair until he had you pinned to the ground again. Neither of you could tickle the other as you fought for control or freedom. His cheeks were flushed as he laughed in your face, giving you a snarky, “nuh uh,” when you failed to break loose. 

His tongue pressed between his teeth as he gloated, that cocky grin fading as you melted into each other again. 

“I–I’m sorry,” he sighed, shifting his weight to leave. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you demanded, breathless, and aching for him to stay. “I want…”

You closed your eyes, guilt and shame sliding into your lungs again. 

His weight shifted, settling back where he was before. You bit your lip when you saw him staring at your mouth, and heat filled your body as you became hyper aware of every detail of his gorgeous face. 

“You want,” he rasped as he met your eyes, concern still pouring from his own.

Your words were choked by all those shitty feelings and doubts. 

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

His gentle voice eased the tension in your body, and you were grateful that he hadn’t moved. That he still touched you. 

He was still touching you even though you were broken.  

“I want you to kiss me.” 

~🖤🖤🖤~

You’d ordered the stupid boy to kiss you, your arms crossed as you tried to act like you didn’t care. He’d lost the bet, and had to do whatever you asked. 

“Ew, gross! I’m not doing that.”

Law stuck his tongue out, pretending to be sick.

“You lost the bet,” you scolded, punching his shoulder. “Want me to tell everyone you’re an oathbreaker?”

“Why do you wanna kiss me anyway? I’m sick,” he questioned, a hint of hurt in his voice as he gestured to the pale spots on his face. 

“I don’t care if you’re sick. I like you how you are.” The confession slipped out, and heat rushed to your face as you clamped your hands over your mouth.

“You like me,” he taunted, smirking as he poked your burning cheek. “Ha, you’re such a girl.”

“Am not,” you yelled, your hands going misty with embarrassment. 

“So, all I gotta do is kiss you, and we’ll be square?”

You nodded quickly, not sure if you should trust him. 

“Fine,” he complained, leaning in. 

You didn’t know what the big deal was about kissing. His lips were cold and scratchy when he pressed them against yours for a few seconds, then he scowled at you as he pulled away. 

“That was dumb,” he deadpanned, poking your side. 

“You’re dumb!”

He stuck his tongue out at you, and you chased Law down until he swore to never tell a soul. 

~🖤🖤🖤~

“Ew, gross,” Law grinned, your mouth falling open in shock. 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he teased, moving his smug face closer to yours. “Kissing you sounds gross.”

“You fucking ass,” you seethed, struggling to get out of his grapple so you could punch him. “I can’t believe–”

He let out a needy sound as he crashed his lips onto yours, and you moaned against him. Your back arched when he released his hold on your arms to cradle your face. 

A sob of relief escaped you, and you felt like you’d lost your mind, your hands clawing at his back to pull him closer. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he breathed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I should–”

“No more ‘sorry's,” you ordered, “I just want you to kiss me.”

Law chuckled, his voice coming back in a wicked rasp. 

“Ew, gross.”

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a/n: Sorry about the gruesome, but I hope you enjoyed the wholesome Law with his childhood sweetheart. I adore this man 🥰

Note for the timeline: The childhood flashback occurred shortly before Cora took Law away, so both the reader and Law had known each other over 2 years, and were both between 12-13 yrs old. At the present time in the story, both the reader and Law are around 25 years old.

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Part 4

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hi!! could i request a smut of lazy, sleepy sex with xavier, but he goes So Excruciatingly Slow just to get back at you for all the times he's been teased? 🤲 slow and soft just feels so xavier-core to me but at the same time, his "and you're not worried about me retaliating?" line lives rent free in my mind i KNOW he'd go a step further and use it to tease back...

also out of curiosity- i noticed your recent fic titles and are you a moa..!!!! ((bc i needed to yell that xavier gives aaalllll the nap of a star vibes))

hi my sweet! this is an AMAZING request, tysm!! and yes, I'm a moa (beomgyu biased), xavier is so fairy of shampoo coded it's BAFFLING ⭐️💗

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xavier x afab! reader

cw: slow sex, teasing, p in v

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outside, the world was draped in dark indigo - it was quiet, most people were in their beds trying to get some sleep in for their next 9 to 5 shift. xavier was breathing heavily into your nape, his arm draped around your waist from behind. his pale hair tickled your naked shoulder, but the press of his warm, naked body against yours was so comfortable that you could've fallen asleep - were it not for his dick sliding into you languidly.

this is torture, you thought. xavier's cock was pushing into you so nicely, his tip kissing your hilt everytime he finally pressed his hips far enough, which was way less than what would've satisfied you. honestly, you were contemplating just closing your eyes and drifting off, but the hope of him quenching your need kept you awake. "...xavier. why." you whispered, and a quiet 'hm?' came as a response, his lips pressing to your shoulder.

"why are you going so slow?" you sighed, focusing on how you were able to feel every little vein, and every little pulse of his dick inside. he was dragging it along your walls at a snail's pace. hell, even a turtle could've made it from linkon to pluto by now. "dunno, maybe cause you were being unfair back on our mission." xavier shrugged, circling his finger on the plush of your thigh.

ah yes, the mission. he was talking about that one time you were assigned to a fancy dinner party and had to pick out clothes that fit the occasion.

"your ass looked so good in those pants I couldn't help myself!" you argued, which earned you a quiet chuckle. "thank you, but don't tease me too much. I'm not as aloof as you think." xavier pressed closer to you, biting the side of your neck and burying himself deeper inside, nudging your cervix. gently, he let his hands travel to the back of your knee, lifting up your leg for better access.

"I think it's time you realize that."

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[gemini-sensei]

This morning I am thinking about goth!omega!Reader who doesn't care for alphas, she just wants her own lil family. (I started writing this post this morning and it got too long for me to finish it before now, so here it it) (unedited) (@sensei-venus)

She's never been too interested in finding a mate, unlike other omegas. She's always done her own thing, often thought to be quite lonely. People think she's stand-offish but really she's just shy. That being said, she's good at what she does - her career putting her in a good place to start having pups.

So she gets herself into a clinic for single omegas or beta couples looking to have pups. At first, she was just going to go the clinical route but changed her mind when she head live donation was more successful. After doing her own research and seeing studies about knots being more effective in the process, she agreed to live donation.

What the clinic failed to tell her was that it wasn't going to be anonymous.

Reader found herself cooped up in a mating hotel waiting for n alpha to show up. It was nerve wracking for her as she hadn't had many good interactions with alphas in the past. Most didn't like her style, preferred more colorful and cutesy omegas, or they didn't like her "attitude", believing she was being g rude to them when reallynshe just didn't know what to say.

She thought about backing out, doing it clinically, but she'd already paid for the donation. It was a hefty lumpsum of a deposit, the rest she'd have to pay after it took...

To make herself feel better she touched up her makeup in the bathroom, which was where she was when the oor to the room opened. With it, the smell of an alpha wafted into the space and she grew nervous. However, undertones of their musky rut followed and made her soon-to-be heat riddled pussy gush with slick.

"Omega?" a gruff voice called out. It was feminine.

She peeked out of the bathroom and looked to the door to find a pretty, tall blonde. She had a rough and tough look to her, commanding dominance just with her stance, a posture they said "I demand to not be underestimated."

It made Reader have to squeeze her legs together as she hid in the doorframe.

"You're my donor?" she asked meekly from the door.

The alpha walked in completely and shut the door behind her. "Yeah. I'm Tory."

Reader became flustered and it was obvious that the alpha's presence was bringing her heat to the forefront. She'd never had this happen before, never felt so effected by an alpha, nor had so much slick soak into her panties at one time. She introduced herself and stepped out of the bathroom, letting the alpha see her.

She was only in a thin silk robe, though it did little to hide her curves. If anything, it accentuated them, which she thought was clever of the staff to do; give her something that showed off her legs and barely held in her tits so that she could attract the alpha they provided her. Even so, she tried to cover up a little more.

Tory's eyes darkened with lust and she pumped out her scent. "Oh, omega, don't do that. I wanna see the pretty body I'm about to breed."

She came closer to Reader, who was about to start shaking because she was so turned on by the alpha. Tory put a hand on her cheek only to run it down her neck and push under the flimsy robe, pushing it off her shoulder.

"I can smell your heat, omega," she grunted, taking a deep breath and letting it a satisfied sogh. "Smells so good, I could eat you up. But thats not why I'm here, is it?"

Reader shook her head. "No..."

"No," she repeated with a brash, wolfish grin. Her eyes dropped to Reader's chest and she exposed more of her body, becoming amused as she discovered Reader's gothic lingerie. "Oh, look at you, all dressed up for me. Well, I guess not really, more for the occasion."

Shyly, Reader didn't answer. She just helped by untying the belt of her robe and shrugging it off, letting it pool at her feet. Suddenly, for the first time in her life, she's hoping to impress an alpha with her body. And from the look in Tory's eyes, she succeeded.

Tory pounces, grabbing Reader by the waist and pulling her into a deep, heavy kiss. Tongue pushing past her lips and exploring her mouth, happily letting Reader's black lipstick smudge onto her lips. At the same time, she leads the omega to the bed and lays her on the bed, refusing to break the make out.

Reader fell into the full swing of her heat and pulled out of the kiss to beg for the alpha. She was clawing at Tory's clothes, trying to get them off of her because she needs it off. She had to.

So Tory abided to the omega's wishes and starts stripping. She got down into her boxer briefs and Reader was salvating at the bugde protruding from them. Tory hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shoved them off, freeing her cock and letting Reader have a nice look at it, as well as her fat knot.

"Alpha, please I need your cock," Reader begged, slick gushing out of her cunt. Her panties are sticky and wet, showing off the outline of her perfect pussy as she spreads her legs to the alpha. "Please, alpha, I need you."

"I know omega," Tory grunted, fishing her cock in one hand and squeezing her knot with the other. "But do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready!" Reader whined, pulling her panties off. A string of slick clung to the fabric, stringing out until it snapped and hit her thigh. She was utterly soaked. "I'm ready, see. Ready for alpha to breed me."

Tory groaned as she watched Reader present herself, pre cum leaking from her tip and dripping onto the sheets between Reader's legs. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet! Such a good omega for me! Goddamn."

She climbed onto the bed over Reader and starts sliding her cock through her folds, prepping herself quickly and messily. Under her, Reader was moaning and panting with need, absolutely needy and foggy in the head. She spread her legs as far as she could, giving Tory the room to occupy her space. Then her cockhead caught on her clit and rubbed over it making the omega whine loudly.

"Alphaaa!"

Tory pulled her hips back, lined up her cock to Reader's cunt, and thrust forward. In one motion, she bottomed out in the omega and had her shaking under her. Her fat thighs jiggles, her chest quakes, tits bouncing. She cried out in pleasure, feeling the thick cock stretch her out and the wide knot at her entrance. She shuddered and threw her arms around Tory, wanting her close. Tory abided again, but not before grabbed Reader behind the knees and pushing her legs into the mattress. She seemed to sink impossibly deeper at this simple change and Reader's eyes rolled up.

"You're such a pretty omega," Tory told her as she started humping into her, grinning down at her. Reader's lipstick was smudges and tears were brimming her eyes, collecting her mascara. "So fucking pretty."

Then she pulled her hips back properly and fucked into her harder, making the omega cry out again. Her tears fells and streaked her makeup down her cheeks, staining the white sheets under her. The impact also made Reader's tits bounce and fall out of her bra, leading Tory to breaking it so they fell out completely. Once that happened, she grabbed one and squeezed it hard.

"You want these full of milk, don't you, omega? For the pups I'm gonna give you?" Tory grunted, her thrusts getting a little harder. She grinned widely as she listened to the omega under her, moaning so pretty for her. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? How I'm here just to breed your perfect little cunt. It just gets tighter the more I talk about it."

It was true. Reader's velvet walls clenched around Tory's cock with every word, especially concerning breeding and pups. She wanted it so badly, so desperately, and her body was craving it. Her pussy needed to be full of cock, cum, and a fat knot to ensure she was well bred. The mere thought made her eyes roll up, mouth open only to moan and whine for it.

"Yeah, that's right," Tory smirked, tweaking her nipple and making her moan louder. "Don't worry, omega. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna give you all the pups you want."

Reader nodded happily, trying to keep her wits white her but it was hard. Her mind was so hazy, all her thoughts revolved around getting a fat creampie and getting pregnant. It was all she wanted. Tory's cock dragged along all the best spots only for her to hit her sweet spot. They shook the bed, beat it into the wall, and made a mess of the sheets as they panted, moaned and cried out for each other.

"Take my knot," was the last thing Reader heard before bliss.

Tory shoved her knot into Reader and lodged it into her tight cunt, resulting in the best orgasm she ever had. It shook her whole body and made her see stars, head running blank as it tore through her. She screamed with please as she milked Tory's cock with desperate need. Not long after her Tory came, filling the omega with thick ropes of cum. Her balls drew up, making sure to give her the hefty load. With each throb her cock gave, Reader moaned.

Her hand came to rest on her belly as she started to come down from her high, panting hard as she imagined her fluffy, soft belly would soon round out. Tory was filling her up so well, making her feel so full, and not a drop of it was leaking out of her thanks to the knot plugging her up so well. She began to bloat with all the cum the alpha had stored up for her, making her moan softly.

When she finally started to taper off, Tory dropped her body onto Reader. Her soft, chubby body was warm and so nice to lay on. She rested her head on her fat tits, closing her eyes. After a few moments of heavy panting, Reader started playing with her hair.

Tory grinned. "I'm not done with you, omega... soon as I catch my breath, I'm fucking you on my knot... I'm gonna make sure this is worth every penny you paid..."

"On your knot...?" Reader mumbled.

"Mhm," Tory hummed, then groaned as she felt Reader's pussy clench at the idea. "Fuck, you're hot..."

They were about to have the best heat and rut cycles of their lives, and they could hardly wait.

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[hyun0o]

Midnight Longing

Wonyoung x F!Reader(7th mem. of IVE)

[Fluff]

Enjoy (°=°)

"Y/n?" A familiar soft voice called, behind an ajar door with light slipping in the dark and cold room. The curtains open while the ends of it danced with the air. Messy white bed sheets formed at the comfortable bed with an open laptop, and a smaller girl who soon to rumple the duvet. That angelic voice was too devine to ignore. Yet the fluffy pillows, soft mattress and warm duvet made the half asleep girl on the bed think otherwise.

With all her strength in this beautiful midnight glow, the tall girl came in the room with quite foot steps, not forgetting to close the door behind her. With full longing of the slumbering girls warmth and love, she sat on the fluffy bed while admiring her one and only. Her messy hair but somehow and someway, it always looks so perfect. Her puffy soft cheeks that she loves to hold. Her seraphic eyes that can cut through anything.

Her soft and kissable lips that are the shade of healthy roses. The taller girl smiled, even by just looking at her angel, can make her feel a million times better.

"Everything about you... Is so mythical my love..."

She whispered, caressing the girls soft cheek with a silly smile on her face. And by that, her sleeping beauty woke up again, this time having a perfect view of her lover. With the drowsiness in her body, she rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up.

"Wony...?" Y/n whispered, still not fully aware if she's dreaming or not. The duvet only covering her waist and down while her sweater was draping over her beautiful shoulder. That sweater was technically wonyoungs, but she gave it to Y/n so she could wear it if she misses wony whenever she was busy with her schedule. Wonyoung can't help but feel even more needy at the sight. She quickly went closer and hugged her lover, snuggling on her neck. She breathed in her comforting scent as she finally felt satisfied enough to calm down.

"I'm so sorry I woke you up love. I just... missed you so much" She muttered, she felt guilty for disturbing Y/n, she was also busy with her own schedule and yet here she is waking her up in the middle of the night just to get pampered by her. Y/n rubbed her lovers back comfortingly, she was a bit tired. But no matter how exhausted she is, she will never push wonyoung away.

"Why are you apologizing baby? You know that I missed you too as well" Y/n said with a groggy voice, pulling back and kissing wonyoungs forehead. She smiled while the taller girl can't help but blush at the sudden affection, but she will never complain. Wonyoung bit her lip and confessed

"Well... You're also tired, and me being selfish, I still woke you up just for comfort" Avoiding her lovers eyes she looked down and played with the sheets. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, she fixed her sweater and gently cupped wonyoungs fluffy cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss.

A deep kiss that they longed for in such long hours of non stop shooting, promoting and practicing. The two girls felt like melting in the feeling of bliss. It felt like an eternity however, good things never last, they separated as they ran out of breath. Both gasping for air while looking at each other lovingly. As the two girls catches their breath they both giggle at each other with how hungry they felt with the kiss.

"You're too silly sometimes you know?" Y/n smiles as she rests her head on wonys shoulder. Wonyoung hummed with a soft smile while looking at the city light with the glow of the moonlight sky. It was beautiful, but nothing can ever beat her lovers beauty.

"hm, maybe" Wonyoung said as she looked at Y/n, a flirtatious smile forming. Before she could say anything else, the smaller girl interrupted.

"I already know the words that's going to come out of your mouth Jang" She said putting her index finger on wonyoungs soft lips with a stern face, knowing that she'll pull a cringey pick up line. Wonyoung can't help but smile, she will never get tired of this feeling. She will never get tired of her Y/n.

As the night progresses, the two girls went to their slumber, holding each other. Promising to protect one another from anything that will stand in their way of being with each others only.

"I love you my Y/n"

Starting out this blog with a fluffy one. I'm proud of this ngl, considering I stopped writing for 2 years or so. I kinda missed it. I hope you guys liked it and maybe in the future I could open up reqs, have a nice day<3.

#ive x reader #wonyoung #fluff #ive #wonyoung x fem reader

[smuttykdrama]

[Sub!Masochistic!Test subject!Hyunsu x Dom!Sadistic!Scientist!Fem!Reader / Sweet Home Season 2]

PART ONE AS REQUESTED!

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, Sub!Hyunsu, Dom!Reader, Masochism, Sadism, Extremely fucked up reader, Female reader, Knife play, Name calling, Face slapping, Bondage, Blood. PURE FILTH BE WARNED LOL. Only read if you're 18 and above!!

Plot: Based on my idea in my previous post. Mad scientist reader meets Cha Hyunsu. All hell breaks loose when you decide you want him in other ways besides being your test subject.

Story under the cut. 🤭

"Yah, Cha Hyunsu."

He hesitantly looked up at you, nervously kneeling before you, chains shackled around him, binding him at your feet. Hyunsu's entire body shivered, alerting you of his coldness. You knew that he was freezing, having been confined completely naked. Fuck, he must be really embarrassed. Cute.

"Y-yes?"

He mumbled quietly, his puppy like eyes staring back at you. You'd been a scientist ever since your Dad introduced you to the wonders of the world, and this whole apocalypse thing really did excite you. And having an incredibly handsome and nude half human at your mercy was just the cream on the cake. The others wouldn't mind if you did a little experimenting on your own, right?

"Wanna get out of here?"

Hyunsu's head snapped up at the mention of escaping. He nodded, but still was wary. He at first had wanted to help to find a cure...but knowing now the reality of this place...he wasn't so keen to stay. You raised your eyebrows, smirking and with your hand, you lifted his chin up with your finger.

"Hmm? You're a pretty one, aren't you? Tell me. How far would you go for me to help you? I certainly can help you escape...for a price."

Hyunsu sighed; you scientists were all the same after all - conniving and sinister. Of course there'd be a price...but what? He didn't like the twinkle in your eye...or did he?

"What do you want?"

He murmured shyly, standing up slowly, trying not to trip back onto the floor from exhaustion. Your mouth creased up into a crooked smile as you thought of all the possibilities.

"Hyunsu. Nothings free in this world. But what i want isn't money. I want...you."

"W-what?"

Hyunsu thought he didn't hear you correctly. You wanted him? Why? He's just a pathetic monster, a test subject. Did you want ro experiment on him more? Subject him to torture?

"No."

He stated, afraid of what you were offering. What if you wanted to make him your lab rat as well? But...something about the way you seductively stroked his chest made Hyunsu uneasy. It wasn't as simple as that, was it?

"Oh baby. You don't have a choice, anyway. I'll use you. I'll use you until you feel like crying."

You inched closer to the man, making him step back hesitantly.

"You know what I mean, right, Hyunsu? My options are limited here, and the men aren't exactly like you. They...don't even come close to you."

Your cold finger running down his chest and abdomen made Hyunsu shiver; in a good and bad way. Wait, was he actually turned on by this? He knew exactly what you meant. Without hesitation, you stated,

"Cha Hyunsu. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck you and use you until I'm satisfied. Got it?"

Hyunsu couldn't believe what he's hearing. His mind went blank and his body seized up, unable to think clearly or stop you. All he could see was your eyes gleaming maliciously at him, lips pulled up into the most terrifying grin he'd ever seen, teeth bared in a grimace. He trembled at your touch, his body begging him to take this all further, to give in to his desires. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

"Hyunsu."

Hyunsu snapped out of his trance once you repeated his name. The look in your eyes was no longer playful, but full of venomous determination. He gulped, his eyes watering from both fear and lustful frustration. You leaned forward, whispering huskily against his ear.

"I'm going to have you, and you're going to let me."

You pressed your lips to his jaw, sucking lightly while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. The action sent shivers down his spine, causing him to shudder. You bit hard, pulling away from him. He whimpered.

"Lay on the ground. Now."

His body quaked with anticipation at the mere order, obeying your wishes and complying immediately. You kneeled beside him, straddling his hips to make things easier. His breathing became erratic, shallow pants and quick breathes. He tried to keep it together, but his cock started growing, aching for attention.

"(Y-Y/N)..."

Hyunsu whined, his hips desperately bucking up into you. Without another word, you peeled your shorts and panties off in a second, positioning yourself.

"Let's see how long you can last first. Don't cum, or I'll punish you."

With those words, you pushed onto him, moaning as you felt the hot, wet friction between your two bodies. He gasped at the sudden intrusion, hands clutching the concrete floor beneath him. You grunted as the feeling overwhelmed you, feeling your body tighten up with passion as he gripped your hips tightly.

"Oh god..(Y/N)..."

You smirked, slapping Hyunsu's face.

"Quiet. So a monster can get it up? Interesting...I bet your monster wants to fuck me right now, isn't that right, Cha Hyunsu?"

Hyunsu nodded. Truth be told, ever since he arrived here, the other scientists were cold and cruel towards him. But you...you were warm and kind. Your fascination with him grew to be much more than just being interested in his abilities. Rocking back and fourth on his cock, you gripped his wrists and held them back above his head. With one hand, you held Hyunsu's arms back, and with the other...you got out a knife from your back pocket. Hyunsu's face dropped.

"Good boy, Hyunsu. Now, shall we put your healing abilities to the test? Scream, and I won't let you cum. Scream, and I'll make you suffer."

Hyunsu shook his head frantically, but the only sound he made was a small whimper. You chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss Hyunsu forcefully on the lips, biting the side of his lip harshly. He yelped, trying to pull away, but found himself unable to when you bit too deep. It healed within seconds.

"H-hurt me..."

Hyunsu begged, eyes clouded over with lust, staring at the knife. You rolled your eyes. A sick freak. You could've easily used the knife to kill him...but this is too fun, watching him squirm under your control. You took the knife, slashing it roughly across Hyunsu's chest, eliciting another gasp from the half human as he watched blood start dripping down his pale skin. It healed again, quicker this time. Not that it was any less painful. Your eyes widened in fascination as you fucked him harder.

"Amazing..."

"W-what?"

"I like you, Cha Hyunsu. You can be my fucktoy, painslut and test subject...In fact...I don't think you'll ever leave at all."

Hyunsu screamed.

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[kali-chaotic-neutral]

What spirit wants you to know 🔮

Disclaimer: This tarot reading is not meant for you to make drastic choices or actions. Take this with a pinch of salt, this is just me giving advice with my sassy decks. Take the advice you want, anything that doesn't resonate, leave it.

Pile 1:

You may come across a moment where you will have to make an important decision, spirit is telling me that you already know what it is. You will feel tempted to avoid making that decision, shoving it to the back for as long as you can. Spirit is LOUDLY advising not to do so.

Due to you not making the choice, it could lead to bad planning for your future. You will stumble and you will fall hard. This is a warning of sorts to make the decision despite it being a tough one. It's better to change your decision later on in life than regret not making one.

Once you make that decision I can see abundance waiting for you, success, discipline. I can also see an Earth sign being introduced into your life or an Earth sign in your life that is helping you reach that point in life.

With the decision made, you are not only the path to success, but also emotional stability and maturity. Your communication skills are developing, you're setting boundaries. You are getting closer to being your best version.

Pile 2:

I see motherhood coming your way, you may be pregnant/married or engaged. You are becoming more financially stable and abundant, you are in tune or you are being called to accept and open yourself to your Divine feminine self. To love yourself and nurture yourself the way you nurture others.

I can see you celebrating an engagement/marriage/anniversary or even your birthday. You are content with yourself, happy with where you are, I can see that the inner conflict you have will dissipate. Things are looking clearer and better for you. But because of this there could be people around you (not everyone but some) who may be jealous or think you are undeserving of it. Spirit is telling me that you should distance yourself from these people and not let their negative energy try to bring you down.

I can see this celebration could be due to you listening to your inner calling. Spirit is telling me that it could be a spiritual awakening of sorts, maybe you've begun your own Tarot Journey (or anything similar) or you may have a small business that went successful. You have reviewed and evaluated your past experiences and have learned from them.

Because of this, you have created an abundance of love and happiness in your life, and you now share this love with others, expanding your heart even more. You are satisfied with yourself, I can see you being your higher version. You are on the right path. Never doubt that.

Pile 3:

I can see your relationships between your lover or your family or your friends being more harmonious. If you are in a relationship I can see your love taking the next step. Whether it be an engagement or a more intimate relationship. Your values with your loved ones are aligning and you are getting closer and closer.

There may be a situation that will come that will result in your isolating yourself or walking away from the people who do not have your best interest at heart. Spirit is telling me that for too long, you've let people walk all over you, take advantage of you. Not anymore. Walk away from the situation or people, cut them off or set strict boundaries with them. They don't like it? Sucks. Prioritize yourself. ALWAYS.

Due to you letting yourself get walked on for a long time, there might be some closure you need. Maybe from a neglectful parent or a friend that betrayed you and you still don't know why. The longer you stretch out communicating for a final time, the worse things will get for you. You will continue to think about it, continue to let it drag you down. Talk. Even if it leads to tears and a bigger gap between you two, talk about it. It's better knowing and getting the closure you deserve than not knowing and letting it haunt you forever.

With that out of the way, I can see your life being more passionate and filled with life and a new buzz that energizes you instead of draining you. If you're looking for a relationship, I can see an Air or a Fire sign entering your life, or maybe the person has both in their Big 3. This person might come off passionate and fiery but with good intentions.

Pile 4:

Spirit is telling me that you might do good in a job that involves talking, one on one sessions. Maybe a lawyer, or a therapist/counselor or maybe even a professional tarot reader. You have developed your communication skills and your clarity is clear enough to make good decisions. People also may say you're blunt and what you say may hurt but you don't sugarcoat things. And while some may not like that, others will appreciate you not sugarcoating things. Spirit is telling me though that you should try to use your logic most of the time.

While you are painfully truthful, you still have a softer side that allows more flexibility with your judgements. You follow your head and not your heart. And while this can have some viewing you as "bitchy" or "cold", this is you unapologetically being you. While staying like this 24/7 is not recommended. Ensure that you have people in your life that you can loosen up with.

Due to you being so logical and disciplined and hard working, I can see you edging closer to a burn out. Take some time to relax, can be a day if you want or even a week. Sleep in, meditate, take a relaxing walk down your neighborhood. Take a break from what you're doing, let your body and mind reset and relax.

You may have gotten into an argument or you will. If you have, you may have said hurtful things that you regret or you will say things you do not mean. This is alright. I myself call my sister horrible things when we get heated. The important thing is to apologize. Don't let that anger fester, it will explode in your face one day. Apologize, work on your anger (I know it's not easy, I am working on my anger as well) and find some healthy ways to communicate easier.

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[merrixmas]

My Love, You're Mine

DI!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were Leon's personal assistant for 2 years. You admired him, even love him, but things took a wild turn.

WC: 10.1k

Content/Warning: Fingering, Reader is into it, Squirting, Spanking, Stockholm Syndrome(?), masturbation, Porn with small plot, degrading kink, manipulation, overstimulation, Fem Horny Reader, BDSM, Soft to Rough, Mostly just Leon pleasuring you.

-Backstory-

You were an agent that used to do dangerous missions. But you retired because you thought it maybe better to get a safer job instead, and after waiting for weeks, you were hired as a personal assistant by a rich man named Leon. He had hired you because he needed an assistant that could do many things. You've been his assistant now for 2 years, doing more than just assisting him, you took care of him. You had feelings for him, but you kept it lowkey.

He was single for a very long time and he would give you signs that he liked you. Or maybe it's just you being delusional? So you thought maybe you'd have a chance. Sometimes wearing something revealing but not quite, only did it to tease him, and it seemed to work.

As you were assisting Leon with some paperwork late at night, he had giving you coffee for some boost. Little did you know, it was drugged. You found yourself sleep on his bed, turns out he was one step ahead.

~~~~~~~

(Morning)

You stirred slowly, waking up from your sleep and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "w-where am I?"

With a slight smile, Leon steps closer to you, leaning down slightly. "Ah, good morning, my love. It seems you finally woke up."

"Mr. Kennedy?? What's going on.." You asked, trying to recall what happened.

"Oh please, just call me Leon." he chuckles softly, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. Surprised by his actions you moved away slowly, using his pillow to cover yourself from him.

Leon watches your reaction with a mix of amusement and desire, his hand moving to lightly hold onto the pillow, not forcing it away from you. "There's no need to be afraid, sweetheart. I only want to protect and care for you."

He releases the tension in his grip, trying to appear less threatening "I just want to shower you with love, darling. You're mine now, and I'll never let you go."

You slowly began to relax from his comforting voice but still keeping your guard up.

Seeing your response, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. His voice softened further, the sincerity in his words echoing through the room. "That's my girl," he whispered, leaning closer to brush a tender kiss against your forehead.

You touched your forehead, surprised from his kiss, his actions, You never expected that the guy you were inlove with for 2 years would be like this now, why is he doing this?

Feeling your surprise, He couldn't help but smirk softly. "Don't be alarmed, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm just expressing my affection for you."

You looked away, thinking if you should escape but a part of you is telling you to just give in to him.

He sensed your hesitation and uncertainty. He gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Trust me, love," he whispered. "I will never harm you. I only want to make you happy."

You put the pillow away upon hearing his comforting voice once more.

"Thank you, my love. Now, let me introduce you to your new life." He guided you to the bathroom, where a luxurious bath was prepared for you. "Soak in this tub," he instructed. "It will help you relax."

You did as he told, covering yourself as you got in the bathtub.

He waited until you were settled before closing the door behind him. He took a moment to observe you from a short distance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. You looked so beautiful and vulnerable, sitting there in the warm water. He could hardly contain his desire to make love to you.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you relaxed while he continued to watch you, his gaze roaming over every inch of your exposed skin. His mind filled with thoughts of how he wanted to touch and taste you. He couldn't wait any longer.

You looked at him, still covering your soaked body with your hands.

"There's no need to be shy, my love. Let me take care of you." With those words, Leon slowly approached the tub, his eyes never leaving yours.

He knelt down beside the tub, his hand gently caressing your wet skin. "Allow me to wash away your fears and doubts," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He continued to wash you, his hands gentle yet firm on your body "You're quite a catch, you know that? Such lovely curves, delicate scent. I couldn't resist you for long."

"you're so gentle with me.." you murmured, looking into his eyes with wonder.

"I am, aren't I? But then again, you're worth it." He smiled softly at you, his eyes filled with nothing but love and desire. "Now, how about we dry off and move to the bedroom? I have something special planned for us."

You nodded. And with a satisfied smile, Leon finished washing you and reached for a towel to dry you off. He wrapped the warm, soft cloth around your body, gently patting it against your skin.

He assisted you in getting out of the tub, his hands lingering on your body as he dried you off "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. It's a pleasure to be the one taking care of you now."

You got flustered from his compliment, after all, this was all new to you. You never had this treatment before but now that you were having it from Leon, it made you feel special.

Shall we continue this in the bedroom, then?" He held out his hand to you, his eyes full of anticipation.

"mhmm" you hummed, giving him a faint smile as you hold his hand

Good girl." He whispered, leading you out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. The air was heavy with desire as he closed the door behind them, locking it once more. "Now, lie down on the bed and relax."

You did as you were told, lying on the bed with the towel still wrapped on you.

"Very well," Leon purred, his voice low and seductive. He moved closer, his gaze roaming over your body appreciatively. With gentle hands, he removed the towel from your body, revealing his prize to him.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your collarbone, his fingers trailing across your skin as you press your legs together.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes never leaving your form. His hands traced along your thighs, slowly parting them until they rested on either side of your hips. "You're so exquisite,"

"Please be gentle.. I'm new to this." You pleaded as you were inexperienced with these type of things but you knew about it.

Leon chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I'll be as gentle as you like," he promised, his fingers beginning to explore lower on your body. "But remember, I am quite skilled in these matters."

As you trembled slightly in his embrace, he felt a rush of triumph and desire. His fingers continued their slow dance, seeking out your sensitive spots with unerring precision. "That's it, darling," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

You squirmed slightly at first but then started grinding on his hand as he fingered you.

Feeling your body respond to his touch, Leon's heart raced with anticipation. His fingers moved in tandem with your movements, their rhythm becoming increasingly sensual. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice thick with lust.

You softly moaned as the pleasure increased. "Mmm, that sound makes me want you even more." He kissed your neck, his lips soft and teasing. "Tell me, are you ready for me?"

You looked into his eyes with certainty, before nodding. When he leaned down, his lips brushed against yours in a slow, passionate kiss. His tongue traced the contours of your mouth, teasing and exploring. One of his hands slid up your leg, caressing your inner thigh as the other continued to stroke between your legs.

You moaned as he kissed you passionately, your hands ran down his chest, feeling his muscular body.

The feel of your hands on him only fueled Leon's desire. His kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with yours as he grew bolder. His fingers found their way inside you, seeking out your sensitive spots as he continued to pleasure you. "You're so responsive,"

With a soft groan, Leon broke the kiss. "You're mine now," he whispered against your skin. "I won't let you go." His fingers found their rhythm again within you, his thumb massaging your clit as his other hand gripped his shaft, leaving your legs trembling as you got closee to climax.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and seductive. "Let go for me." His thumb circled faster, seeking to push you over the edge. His other hand held his cock steady, ready to plunge inside once you reached climax.

Your back arched as you reached your climax, juices gushing out of you. He moaned as he felt the walls of your pussy contract around his thumb. His other hand gripped his shaft tighter, feeling the urge to release building within him. With a deep growl, he slowly pushed inside you, his cock stretching you as he filled you completely.

You gripped the sheets tightly, tears forming around your eyes as he felt your inner walls contract around his shaft, Leon's mind was filled with nothing but lust and possession. "You're mine," he growled, his hips starting to move faster as he took you hard and fast. the pleasure sending shocks down your body, making it tremble as you whimper.

Leon's thrusts became deeper and stronger as he took you, his hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that was both intense and erotic. With a low growl, he pulled out, only to push back in harder, faster, his body trembling with the effort.

"Leon- a-ahh~" His name was a moan on your lips, a testament to the pleasure he was inflicting upon you. Feeling the peak of his climax near, Leon couldn't hold back any longer.

With a primal cry, Leon filled you up, his seed spilling deep inside as his hips bucked wildly against yours. He panted heavily, his chest heaving against yours as he finally came down from the intense high. For now, at least.

You panted, still feeling your mixed liquids come out of your throbbing cunt. "That's right," he breathed against your skin. "You're marked now. Mine forever." He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping out of you with a wet, slippery sound.

Leon chuckled softly, his arms wrapped around you possessively. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"I'm all yours" you mumbled, slowly closing your eyes.

Leon kissed your forehead tenderly, his hands running through your hair. "That's a good girl," he purred, his voice dripping with dark charm. "Now, why don't you rest while I go to work? I'll have the maids give you something to eat while I'm gone for a day."

You nodded, as you got comfy, covering yourself with a soft comforter

As he spoke, he began to gather his clothes, pulling on his pants and t-shirt. He left the room, locking it behind him. Alone now, you were left to contemplate your new reality. A reality where you belonged to Leon, body and soul. You decided that you would just accept this, after all, you wanted this for a long time.

You spent your whole day just in his room, resting or on your phone, since this was the first vacation you had where you did nothing but relax.

~~~~~~~

(Next day)

Leon returned with a satisfied smirk, He found you cozily tucked under the soft comforter, looking somewhat vulnerable but also strangely content. His eyes lingering on you.

You haven't noticed Leon's return as you were unconscious, your eyes remained closed as you slept peacefully, unaware of the world around you. Leon watched you carefully, his dark gaze filled with an unyielding possessiveness.

You slowly stirred in your sleep, waking up to see Leon watching you.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Sleep well?" He took a seat on the bed beside you, his arm brushing against yours.

You nodded. "I'm alright" You murmured, slightly tired still.

"I trust you spent your time taking care of yourself without me?" His eyes flickered over you once more, a mix of curiosity and satisfaction playing across his features.

"It was kind of okay? Just felt slightly lonely." You looked down, fidgeting with your hands.

Well, I'm back now," he said with a smirk, running a finger down your arm. "And I plan on keeping you company for a while."

You thanked him for being so kind to you. You didn't even know what you did to deserve this treatment from him.

You're welcome, sweetheart." He leaned in close, his eyes searching yours. "I promise I'll take care of everything."

You nodded with a faint smile, looking at some of the small bruises on your arms and legs.

"You've been through a lot," Leon acknowledged softly, his fingers tracing over a particularly dark one on your thigh. "But you're safe with me now." He leaned back in his chair, watching you carefully.

"I should get dressed now.." you muttered, slightly embarrassed that you had nothing on but a blanket covering you.

He nods, standing up "Of course. I'll have someone bring you some clothes soon." He paused, his expression turning more serious. "But before you go... there's something I need to ask you."

"Will you stay here with me?" His voice was low, laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability that contrasted sharply with his usual dark charm. "I... I want to protect you, and I can't bear the thought of losing you again."

"ofcourse.. I have no one else but you.." You said with sincerity.

"Good," he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His fingers brushed against your cheek in a gentle caress.

"do you have anything else for me to wear?" You stood up slowly and he stood up as well, towering over you once more. He noticed that you were wearing one of his t-shirts.

"Of course," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. A servant appeared almost instantly at his summons, carrying an armful of clothing. "These should fit you well," he said, gesturing towards the selection of lingerie and a silk robe. "

He leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against your neck as he spoke softly into your ear. "Remember, I want you to wear these for me."

Leon chuckled softly, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear. "Surprise me," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Pick something that you think will please me."

"alright" you said with a smile, looking at the beautiful selection of lingerie. You wondered which one would he liked.

"Take your time, sweetheart." He sat back down in his chair, watching you with a predatory glint in his eye. "I'll be right here when you're ready."

You nodded then took the selection of lingerie in the bathroom to try them on and see what looks best before letting Leon see.

looking at the lingeries carefully, you chose the black lingerie set with a dark red lace, you put it on with the silk robe.

"You look stunning." The words slipped from his lips as soon as you emerged from the bathroom, his gaze sweeping over your body appreciatively. "That black lace set off your eyes beautifully." His voice was low, warm and seductive.

"Too bad I have bruises, would be nice if I didn't have any dark spots around my body.." you murmured insecurely.

"You're perfect just the way you are." Leon's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. "And those bruises only add to your allure." He stood up from his chair and slowly circled around you, taking in every inch of your body.

"Really?" You replied, looking into his eyes to see if he was sincere.

"Yes, really." His voice was soft yet commanding, making it clear that he meant every word. "Now, come here." He extended a hand towards you, his expression a mix of desire and possession. "Let's see if I can make you forget about those bruises."

You took his hand, confused of what he meant. His dark eyes locked onto yours as he led you over to a chair. "Sit down," he commanded, his voice low and resonant. You obeyed without hesitation, your heart pounding in your chest. As you sat down, Leon leaned in close, his gaze never leaving yours.

"So what do you have in mind?" Your gaze following him, curious of what he planned on doing.

"It's simple, actually." His voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make love to you. And I have a feeling that once we're done, you'll forget all about your bruises."

He leaned even closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I plan on making sure you don't think about anything else but me."

"I will agree to that if you'll love me forever." You replied, hoping he wouldn't be like those other guys that played with your feelings before.

"Oh, darling," he purred, his hand running softly over your cheek. "I will love you forever." He leaned in and kissed you, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth.

You kissed him back, putting your arms around his neck. And as your tongues danced, his other hand found its way down your spine, pressing against the soft flesh of your lower back. His body was hard against yours, an unyielding promise of possession.

As you moaned against his lips, he broke the kiss, his dark eyes searching yours. "You do want this," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You want me."

"No, I need you, I need you so badly.." You said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

His smile was predatory, yet tender as he heard your confession. "Then consider yourself needed," he breathed, his hand sliding lower still, teasing the hem of your lacy bra "Because I need you too, my love."

"I just wore this lingerie and you already want it off?" I chuckled, tilting your head slightly to the side as you waited for his reply.

"Oh, I want it off," he agreed, his fingers tracing along the lace of your bra, "But I think I'd prefer it to stay on for a little longer."

You then gently pushed him away so you could get up from the chair. Walking towards the bed, he followed closely behind, his hands tracing along your body possessively. "On the bed?" He asked, a growl rumbling in his chest as he stood over you, the muscles in his arms tense with barely contained desire.

"mhm, can you sit on the bed for me?" You requested. Planning on doing something for him

"You're a dangerous game, but one I'm more than happy to play." He sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he slowly trailed his hand up your leg, stopping just shy of the lace hem of your thong.

His dark eyes watched as you straddled him, your body grinding against him in a rhythmic motion. His hands found their way to your hips, holding you closer as he moaned against your ear. "God, you're going to drive me crazy."

You smirked as you kissed his neck, leaving hickeys.

You like that, don't you?" he growled into your ear, his hands moving up to hold your waist. "You like being in control."

"Oh I like being in control and being controlled" you confessed.

That's my girl. Now, how about you let me take control for a while?" He grabbed your thong and pulled it gently, forcing you to part your legs slightly. His finger traced along your drenched slit before dipping inside, searching for your entrance.

Teasing and probing until you were soaked in need. "You're ready for me," he murmured, his other hand moving to cup one of your breasts. "And I'm more than ready for you."

With a low, predatory chuckle, Leon leaned in and kissed your neck once more, his finger finally pushing past your tight entrance and into your core.

With a slow, sensual grind against your hip, Leon teased and taunted, refusing to enter you fully. His finger continued to probe and stretch you while his other hand massaged and squeezed your breast. "You want me?" he purred against your skin.

"Mhm, Please.." You plead, begging for pleasure as you lifted your self slightly.

"Very well," he whispered, pulling back slightly before positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed forward, filling you with one thick, hard inch of his length. The sensation was both exquisite and overwhelming, causing you to gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

You whimpered as you grinded on him. "Such a responsive little thing," he groaned, his hips starting to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, while his free hand roamed over your body, exploring every inch of skin he could reach.

Leon chuckled darkly against your skin, his hips starting to move in time with yours. His grip on your hips tightened as he took control of the pace, grinding their hips together in a lewd dance. "That's it,"

"Feel free to make as much noise as you want," he breathed against your ear, his voice low and husky. "I'll make sure no one hears." His thrusts grew deeper, harder, matching the intensity of your moans and whimpers.

"Leon..." You panted his name out between moans, your body moving in tandem with his. He felt incredible, and you couldn't help but want more. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you arched your back, pressing your hips against his. "Oh god,"

Leon let out a low, primal growl as you squirted around him, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. He felt the heat of your body and the sweet nectar on his skin, and it only fueled his desire.

"Such a good girl." he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he took you harder and faster. "You're so beautiful when you come apart like this."

You whimpered even more as he pounded in you. Tears forming around your eyes as your cunt becoming oversensitive.

Leon's thrusts didn't stop, even as he felt you tremble and whimper. He loved the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to crave his. His hands moved up to grip your shoulders, holding you in place as he took what he wanted.

"W-wait it's too much I-i..," you moaned, your breath becoming more shakily.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His hips bucked against yours, his cock hitting your G-spot again and again. "You think I'm going to stop now?" He leaned down, his teeth grazing your neck as he nipped gently. "Tell me... who do you belong to?" His other hand slid down to cup your sex, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

"to y-you..." You murmured in-between moans

"That's right. You belong to me." His hips bucked again, his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. He felt your walls clenching and releasing around him, and it only made the pleasure more intense.

You soon came again, trembling even more as you felt the pleasure shook you.

"I'm not done yet, sweetheart" His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you still as he thrust into you harder and faster, feeling the walls of your pussy clenching around him.

You cried as you held on to him. "Shh... it's alright." Leon groaned out, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He buried his face in your neck, his cock still throbbing inside you. "We're not done yet."

You panted heavily, your legs still trembling from the orgasm

Leon pulled out of you, lifting you up and laid you on the bed gently before getting on top of you, his cock still hard and leaking pre-cum. He spread your legs wide, revealing your wet and swollen pussy to him. "I want to taste you again."

You looked away shyly. "Look at me," Leon commanded softly, his gaze locked onto yours. He leaned down, his tongue sweeping across your sensitive folds, tasting you on his tongue. One of his hands slid between your legs, spreading you further as he teased your entrance with his thumb.

You bucked your hips from overstimulation. Leon chuckled darkly, his tongue darting out to lick you again. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts as he continued to tease your entrance.

"it's s-so sensitive and w-wet mmh~" you purred. Running your fingers on his hair.

"I know," he breathed against your sensitive skin, his roughened tongue delving deeper into your folds. His fingers teased your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, sending shivers down your spine. "You taste so good."

You tried moving away from him, embarrassed to cum all over his face. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place. His tongue continued to lap at your pussy, driving you mad with need. "Now, now," he growled lowly, his voice vibrating against your skin. "You're not going anywhere." he growled, his other hand sliding down to rub against your clit.

You whimpered as you felt myself getting closer to climax. His tongue darted out to taste you again, his hand moving to grip your thigh as he pushed you closer to the edge of your next orgasm. His other hand still played with your clit, teasing and tormenting you. "Come for me,"

Your back arching as you came for him, your legs struggling on keeping it spread open.

A low, predatory growl rumbled in his chest as you came, your body shuddering beneath him. He held you close, his roughened tongue lapping up every drop of your sweet nectar as he let out a long, slow groan. "Fuck," You grinded on his face as he lapped up your juices.

"That's it," he purred, his hands moving to grip your hips tighter. He continued to lap at your sensitive folds, groaning lowly as he did so. He was going to savor this taste for a long time.

With one swift motion, he lifted himself off you, causing you to pant heavily from the loss of contact.

You must be exhausted," he murmured, running a soothing hand over your stomach. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Try to get some rest."

"Aren't you?..." You said wearily, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

"Not quite," he chuckled softly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "But I'll manage." He pulled the covers up over you and tucked you in, his large hand resting on your stomach comfortingly. "Sleep tight, my love,"

You smiled softly, watching as he sat down on a nearby chair, assuring you that he'd be there if you needed him. And as the hours passed by, you suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

Leon's looks at you, focusing all his attention to you, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. "What's wrong, love?"

"I dreamt of when I was at a dangerous mission again.. It was full of those horrifying bioweapons." You hugged Leon tightly.

Leon wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close to him. He pressed his chiseled chest against you, feeling your heart race against his. "Shh, it's just a dream. You're safe now."

"I don't want to experience being in that mission again..." You looked at Leon with tearful eyes.

Leon took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew that you were scared and vulnerable, but he also knew that he couldn't let you go through this on your own. He pulled away slightly, looking directly into your tearful eyes.

"much worse, what if I lose you?" You cried. Fearing what might happen in the future.

He narrowed his eyes, the sudden protective instincts flaring up inside him. "You're not going to lose me, love. Not ever." His other hand came to rest on your leg.

He could feel your trembling, and he hated it. He ran a soothing hand over your back, trying to comfort you. "Shh, it's alright. You're safe here with me."

You sobbed as you tried to calm myself down. "Please don't leave me...." You closed your eyes, still holding on to Leon.

Leon couldn't stand the thought of you being scared or alone. His other hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "I'm not going anywhere, love."

"I promise." Leon vowed solemnly, looking straight into your tear-filled eyes. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." He rubbed his thumbs gently over your cheeks, trying to dry your tears.

"please sleep with me? I know you've been awake the entire time I was asleep. You should also get some rest.." You slowly calmed down.

Leon could feel himself starting to grow tired as well. It had been a long night for both of them. He nodded gently, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft kiss. "Of course, my love. Let's get some rest."

You smiled faintly, lying your head on the pillow again, then cuddling with Leon until you both fell asleep.

~~~~~~

-Timeskip-

(Three days later)

Leon woke up to the sound of the alarm clock buzzing on the nightstand. He groaned softly, his muscles aching from the long night of love-making with you. He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the sight of you curled up next to him.

You slowly stirred, waking up from the sound of the alarm clock. And when you woke up, Leon couldn't help but smile softly. His hand gently caressed your cheek, brushing away any lingering sleep from your eyes. "Morning, my love," he whispered, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep.

"Morning, did you get enough sleep?" You held his hand that was on your cheek.

"As much as I could with you in my arms," he replied, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. "How about you?" He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"It was alright but I still want to cuddle with you.." you looked at him with puppy eyes, wanting more time to cuddle.

"Well, I wouldn't mind a little more cuddling," he admitted, his voice deep and soothing. He scooped you back into his arms, holding you close against his strong chest.

"We still have a few hours before we need to go," he mentioned, his deep voice vibrating gently against your skin as he spoke. "I'd be more than happy to show you around, love."

"let's go later then" you said with a smile, excited to go around his mansion. After all, you haven't seen the interior or exterior of the mansion, only his room. Not to mention, you were newly brought to his mansion unconsciously and only been in his room ever since.

"Sounds like a plan, my love. I'll have the staff prepare everything for us." He gently kissed your forehead before setting you down on the bed. "Why don't you rest a bit more while I go over some paperwork?"

"Alright, but don't overwork yourself okay?" You worried, knowing he didn't get much sleep last night because of work, it would be hard for him to focus on the paperwork. Usually you were the one who doesn't get much sleep because of work or you simply just want to stay awake, guarding him in the office to make sure he was safe. But now he wants to do the same for you.

"I'll try not to," he promised, his dark eyes studying you for a moment longer before he finally turned away and left the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone once more in the opulent suite.

You sighed, covering yourself with a blanket again, preparing to get more rest until you noticed the bedside drawer open. You stood up to close it until you noticed something inside.

A remote control. You pressed a button out of curiosity, hearing a vibration. You looked to see where it came from then saw a vibrator hidden in the drawer, you pretended like you didn't see it. Hoping Leon wasn't watching you from the CCTV

Unbeknownst to you, Leon had indeed been watching you ever since he left the room. His smirk grew as he watched your reaction on the monitor.

"I'm just gonna pretend it was nothing.. it's just my imagination mhm.." you then went back to bed to get more rest.

Leon watched you from the surveillance camera, smirking at your attempts to play it cool. He had always found your attempts at innocence endearing, and he took great pleasure in pushing your boundaries.

You struggled getting more rest without Leon so you used your phone for a bit. Yes, he trusts you with your phone, he knows you ain't going anywhere anyway.

Leon continued to observe you from the monitor, his dark eyes trailing over your every move. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of man had captured your heart before him. It didn't matter now, they were all gone, and he was here to stay.

He did his paperwork as you used your phone to pass time. He would look at the monitor time to time to check on you.

Two hours later, as you were scrolling through your phone, accidentally coming across a website from twitter, showing a man fingering his girlfriend. You couldn't help but feel wet when you saw it.

You closed the app, trying to just forget about it and wait for Leon. And as time passes, you just couldn't stop thinking about him touching you. His fingers, his voice. You craved for it.

"Hey, I'm back," he replied, stepping back into the room with a smile. He leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead.

"I missed you~!" You replied in a cheerful tone, relieved that he was back from doing paperworks.

"I missed you too," he replied, his voice softening. "I hope you're feeling better today." He took a seat next to you on the bed and gently brushed your hair away from your face.

"My body still hurts slightly but it's alright." You assured, sitting on his lap to hug him.

"Well, I can help with that," he said with a wicked grin. "You know how much I love seeing you respond to my touch." He leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "I have something special planned for us today."

"what is it?" Your curiosity grew, wondering what he had planned for you.

He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Now, now, sweetheart. That's for me to know and you to find out." His hand trailed down your arm, brushing against your skin lightly. "

"aww, guess I'll have to wait" quite disappointed that you had to wait.

"That's right," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And trust me, it will be worth the wait." He leaned in closer, his lips grazing against your cheek as he trailed down to your neck.

You giggled then smirked "Ooh really?"

"Mmmhmm," he hummed, his teeth grazing your skin lightly. "You're going to love it." He leaned back, looking at you with those intense eyes that always seemed to hold secrets. "Now, get dressed, my love."

He then watched as you stood up and began to dress, a knowing smile on his face. "I can't wait to see how much you enjoy this," he murmured to himself.

"Do you like this dress?" You showed him the short fitted halter dress that you're wearing.

Leon nodded appreciatively, a lustful gleam in his eyes. "It looks perfect on you, my love," he purred, reaching out to adjust the strap of your dress. "Now come along."

Leon led you to the dining room, his hand resting lightly on your lower back. The room was elegantly decorated with candles flickering softly on the table and a delicious smell wafting through the air.

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving your face. "For you, my love." He pulled out your chair and watched as you took a seat before sitting down across from you, his gaze lingering on your curves.

"well thank you, I haven't experienced anything like this before, but I'm glad to experience this with you now." You smiled softly, thankful for his kind actions. It even made you forget that you were kidnapped by the handsome man that was sitting Infront of you. But can you call it kidnapping if you wanted it? You dreamt of it but didn't expect it to become true.

"You're welcome, my dear." He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. "Now then, shall we eat?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Well, I am feeling quite hungry now." You replied, smelling the wonderful aroma. It smelled familiar but you forgot what it was.

He nodded, watching as a servant brought over a plate of steaming food. "It's my favorite," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I hope you enjoy it as much as I do."

"I'm sure I'll enjoy it." You assured. You weren't a picky eater and the food that was served is actually the kind that you'd usually like.

Leon smirked, his eyes never leaving your face. "I'm glad to hear that, my love." He picked up his fork and took a bite of the food, savoring the taste before looking at you again.

You thanked the servant before picking up a fork and having a small taste before eating it. It felt like home when you tasted it.

"You make everything look so graceful, even eating." He purred, his eyes taking in every movement of your body. "I could watch you all day."

You chuckled at his compliment. "Am I that irresistible?"

You had a small chat with Leon as you both ate your food, just like how you both did when you worked at his office. And as soon as you two were done eating, you let the servants take your plates away, thanking them for the delicious meal.

"Excellent taste," he remarked as he leaned back in his chair. "Now, shall we retire to somewhere more...private?" His voice was soft, almost velvety, as he looked at you with those intense eyes.

"Lead the way, handsome." You stood up from your chair and walked towards Leon with a mischievous smirk.

With a smirk, Leon stood up from his chair and offered you his hand. "Let's go then," he purred, leading you towards one of the many doors in the room. As they closed behind them, he pulled you close against him, his strong arms wrapping around your waist possessively.

"My dearest love, we have so much catching up to do." His lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. His hands slid down to grasp your hips possessively, pulling you closer still.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. And with a soft chuckle, he leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His free hand roamed up your back, drawing circles on your skin as he explored every inch of you.

You then dragged your lips down to his neck, leaving hickeys.

He moaned softly, his breath catching in his throat as you left a mark on his neck. His hands slipped from your hips to grasp your hair, pulling you closer still. "So possessive," he murmured against your lips. "I love it."

He released you from his hold, his eyes burning with hunger as he watched you slowly lift your dress. "So beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to trace the curve of your hip with his finger. "I could spend hours worshiping every inch of you."

You chuckled as you lifted your dress but letting it drape on the center to cover your wet pussy, not to mention you weren't wearing anything underneath.

His breath hitched at the sight of you, your curves on full display for him. "You are teasing me," he growled, his voice dark with lust. "I should punish you for that."

"Punish me? Have I been a bad girl Leon?.." You purred as you looked at him with bed eyes. You planned on teasing him to your control but you might've just regretted doing that.

"Oh, you have been a very bad girl," he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But I think I can find ways to discipline you that won't be too painful." He stepped closer, his hardness pressing against your stomach through their clothes.

You let go of your dress, making it drape down again while stepping away from Leon.

Leon's eyes followed the movement of your dress, his heart racing in anticipation. "You're playing with fire," he warned softly. "Don't think I won't take what I want. Now, where do you think you're going?" he purred, grabbing your arm and pulling you back against his chest. His other hand slid down to cup your ass possessively. "I think it's time we continued our little conversation about punishments."

"Probably not the right time, don't you think?" You said as you got cornered. feeling the cold wall against your back and his hand on your ass.

"Oh, but now is the perfect time," he whispered against your ear, his voice heavy with desire. "You're mine to discipline, remember? And I intend to do it thoroughly."

"But I don't like being punished.." you said in a whiny manner.

"Oh, but I love giving punishments," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "It only makes me want you more. Besides," he added with a smirk, "it's not like I'll truly hurt you.

"But I would be trembling and won't be able to walk straight afterwards" you complained, placing your hands on his chest

"And that's exactly what I want, It makes me want to fuck you harder." he growled, his grip on your arm tightening. "I want you to know who's in charge here. Now, are you going to continue being difficult or are you going to submit to me?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress your thigh. "Or maybe I'll make you beg for release before we even get to that point." His eyes glinted as he leaned in, his voice dripping with seduction.

"That's not fair..." You pouted at him before looking away with a deceiving sulky look.

"Life isn't fair, my love," he purred, pressing his hips against your backside suggestively. "But I promise to make it more than worth it for you. Now, what's it going to be?"

You looked down, biting your lips as you rubbed your legs together.

"Ah, there you go," he murmured, his fingers finding the hem of your dress and pushing it up slowly. "Now that's more like it." His other hand slid beneath the fabric to cup your bare ass again, squeezing gently. You let out a gasp as you felt his touch.

"You like that?" he purred, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Just imagine what I could do with my tongue in that pretty little mouth of yours." His fingers trailed up your spine, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"So beautiful.." he murmured, as he untied the fabric strap of your halter dress, making it drop on the floor. You were left standing there in nothing, exposed and vulnerable before him. His other hand left your ass to slide up between your legs, his fingers finding the damp heat of your core. "So wet for me already..."

Your legs trembled slightly as you felt him teasing you, moans leaving your mouth from the pleasure.

His fingers circling your entrance teasingly. "You're mine to punish and pleasure however I see fit." He leaned in close again, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered those words.

You whimpered, closing your eyes shut.

"You're making this harder than it needs to be," he warned softly before giving a swift smack on your ass. His other hand left your core to slap against your wetness teasingly. "But I can play rough if that's what you want."

You trembled as he slapped your pussy, closing your legs from sensitivity.

His eyes narrowed when you tried to close your legs, but he wasn't about to let that deter him. Instead, he gave another smack to your ass, harder this time, making you yelp in surprise. "Behave yourself,"

"or I'll spank you even harder." His hand slid between your legs again, two fingers slipping into your entrance slowly, stretching you as he began to thrust. "You're so fucking needy, want me to make that pretty cunt of yours squirt?"

You nodded, unable to answer because of your whimpers as he thrusted his fingers in you.

Your moans only made him more determined. He pulled his fingers out and smacked your ass hard, making you yelp again. "I thought I told you to behave, sweetheart."

Leon chuckled darkly, his cock twitching in anticipation. "I think you need some more discipline." He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, holding them there with one hand while the other trailed down between your legs again.

"N-no-.." you stuttered, struggling to keep your balance.

"No? You're just going to beg for it, aren't you?" He gave your pussy a quick slap, making you cry out. "I think I need to show you who's in charge here."

You looked away, struggling to remove your hands from his tight grip. "You're such a brat." He growled, pulling your wrists harder. His free hand continued to thrust his fingers into you roughly. "I think this will teach you some manners."

You bit your lips to hide your moans but end up failing from such pleasure.

Leon smirked, his fingers finding your G-spot with ease. "See? This is what happens when you resist me." He picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing against your clit in a circular motion as his fingers thrust deeper inside you.

You tossed your head back, eyes rolling back as you grinded on his fingers.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" He purred, watching as you rode his hand. "You're such a little slut." His degradation only making your pussy wetter.

Leon leaned down, pinching your clit and driving your hips higher. "Come for me then slut."

You moaned shakingly as you shook from him pinching your clit.

He didn't wait any longer, thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy faster, his thumb now rubbing your clit vigorously. "squirt for me," he growled into your ear.

His thrusts soon become sloppy until you squirted on his fingers, but he didn't seem to stop.

Leon groaned as you squirted on his fingers, the taste of your nectar only making him want more. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. "That's it, keep cumming for me."

"F-fuck~! Ahh~!" You squirted even more as he thrusted his fingers in you faster, your legs trembling.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room as you squirted uncontrollably, the wall drenched in your juices. He picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit with brutal intensity. "Come for me, my slut"

"St-stopp~.... Haaa~..." Your juices still gushing out of your cunt

Leon continued to thrust his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing your clit harder than ever. "Don't forget who's in charge sweetheart," he growled, feeling the walls of your pussy tighten around his fingers. He couldn't get enough of the way you squirted and moaned for him.

"P-please... It's too much- Ahh~!" You squirted harder again, struggling to remove your hands from his grip

Leon smirked as he felt you squirm under his touch. "You want me to stop?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous. His thumb pressed harder against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "I'm not sure I can oblige." He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving a wet trail behind, and moved them to his mouth. "You taste so fucking good."

You whimpered, as you struggled to keep your balance, closing your legs.

His chuckle was dark as he watched your reactions. His voice low and dangerous when he spoke, "You don't think I can resist tasting all of that sweet nectar?"

You panted, trying to remove your wrist from his grip again.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure you're nice and clean afterward." He pressed his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin softly. "Now open your legs for me."

"I can't-.." you panted. You were overstimulated and close to fainting at this point.

"You can, and you will." His voice was stern now, his grip tightening slightly. "Or shall I make it easier for you?" He asked with a smirk before giving your clit a light pinch.

"Ahh~!" You moaned, forcing you to spread your legs but not wide enough for him.

"See? It's not so hard to obey when you know what I'm capable of." His words were like a low growl in your ear as he released your wrists and knelt down to pull your legs apart, spreading them wider.

"What are you doing-.." you murmured, leaning against the wall.

"I'm going to make you squirt even more for me, sweetheart." He answered with a predatory smile as he ran his tongue up the inside of your thigh, licking at the wetness that had pool between your legs.

You toss your head back as you felt his warm tongue on your cunt, your back feeling the cold wall as he put your legs around his shoulders, making you ride his face as he pinned you against the wall.

You're a wild one, aren't you? His rough growl filled the air as he continued to lap at your pussy, bringing you to another climax. "Squirt for me, darling. Let me feel your release." He murmured against your slick folds, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he took your offering.

You soon came, feeling your pussy throb and overstimulate even more. "Mmm, that's it. Give it all to me." You felt his strong hands on your hips, holding you in place as you rode his face. His tongue delved deeper into your wetness, and his thumb pressed against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You grinded on his face as you trembled. "That's it, darling. Let go and give in to the pleasure." He growled against your pussy, his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub as he continued to lap at your juices.

"Please take me in bed... I won't be able to stand up properly.." you pleaded, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Very well then, let's do this on the bed." He chuckled, his words echoing off the walls. With a final groan, he pulled away from your quivering folds and stood up straight, holding you against the wall.

You put your arms around him as you let him carry you. "Mmm, you're so soft and warm in my arms." He whispered as he carried you to the bed, he gently laid you down on the bed and crawled over top of you, "Now shall I continue making that pretty cunt of yours squirt?"

I looked away, nodding shyly. He was in control, you couldn't do much even if you were an agent before. He was much stronger than you.

"Good girl." He whispered as he kissed your neck and began to trail kisses downwards, stopping at your breasts. His tongue circled your nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking on it hard.

"Ah, so you do like that." He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. His free hand traced circles around your other nipple, causing it to harden and ache for attention.

You whimpered and squirmed against him as he played with your tits.

"Patience, my love." He growled into your ear as he continued to tease your sensitive nipples with his tongue and fingers, gradually heightening the pleasure until you were squirming uncontrollably beneath him.

"Now," he whispered huskily as he trailed kisses down your stomach towards your wetness, "are you ready for more?" His fingers slowly eased apart your folds, teasingly close to his target but not quite there yet.

"Please, let me pleasure you instead..." You offered.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured against your folds before finally pressing his tongue against your clit, flicking it expertly, "I think it's more fair that I pleasure you. You assisted and taken care of me for 2 years, why not let me do the same for you now?."

He chuckled softly against your sensitive flesh, his tongue delving deeper into your folds as he lapped at your nectar like a starved man. His fingers found their way inside you, curling and stretching to fit just right.

"Ngh-.. Please?" You looked at him with convincing doe eyes. It didn't even matter anymore if it was unfair.

"Alright, my love." He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of you, coating them in your sweet honey. Then, with a swift motion, he positioned his rock-hard length at your entrance and thrust in deeply.

You hissed as you felt his length in your tight cunt, wrapping your arms around his neck before leaning in to kiss him.

Leon groaned into the kiss, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic motion as he began to thrust deeper and harder inside you.

You then used the combat technique that you used before to flip the opponent to the ground so you'd be on top instead. And now you were ontop of Leon.

"Using your combat techniques on me huh?" He gasped as you sat on his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled out of you slowly, then plunged back in with force.

you chuckled as you ran your hands on his chest. "Maybe?" your tone hinting mischief

His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, a wicked grin spread across his face. He pulled you closer and bit your neck gently, "Oh, I love it when you're playful." His thrusts became faster and harder as he took control of the situation once again.

Your moans echoing in the room as he pounded in you. Even though you were on top of him, it didn't really mean you'd be in control.

He smirked at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, my love, I'm starting to like this position a little too much." He growled out before grabbing your hips, taking you even deeper.

Your moans turning into whimpers as the pleasure intensified.

"I knew you'd enjoy it." He growled, his voice deep and full of satisfaction. "I always know what you need, my love." His thrusts became even more powerful, driving deeper and harder into you with each stroke.

You moaned while bouncing on his cock, cupping one of your breasts.

Leon grunted in pleasure as you continued to ride him, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place. "That's it," he groaned, "take what you want from me."

"I love you Leon.." you moaned out, hugging him as he fucks you.

"I love you too, my precious." He gasped out between moans as his hips bucked up to meet your downward thrusts. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, echoing through the room.

His growl turned into a passionate moan as he kissed you, his hands roaming over your skin. With one hand, he gripped your thigh and held it tight as he drove deeper into you. "you know, it's not just you who knows combat."

"I've been training my body for combat as well, to protect and please you in every way possible." He pulled out and slammed back into you with a rough force that made you gasp.

"Show me some of your combat techniques then." You said, still keeping a seductive tone as you trembled from the pleasure.

"As you wish, my love." He grinned wickedly before grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you off him. You felt a cold chill run down your spine as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pinning you beneath him.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt." He assured you with a chuckle before wrapping the red rope around your wrists, binding them together behind your back. "Now, let's see how well you can handle being taken from behind."

His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated against your back. "I won't stop until I hear you beg for mercy, my love." His hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you in place as he slid his hard length back into you with a groan.

You moaned loudly, writhing beneath him as his thick cock hit your g-spot. Leon groaned, feeling the pleasure coursing through his veins. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you without mercy. His thick shaft filled you completely, stretching your walls.

The pleasure was too much for you, your eyes rolled back as he continued to pound into you without mercy, his heart thundering in his chest with the force of his lust. He growled deeply, his teeth clenched as he felt his climax approaching.

"Cum for me, my love." He groaned, thrusting harder and faster as he felt his own orgasm building up inside him. His cock pounded relentlessly against your g-spot, driving you closer to the edge with each powerful stroke.

You cried out his name as you felt yourself cumming hard around him. Your walls tightened around his shaft, milking him of every last drop of his seed. He groaned deeply in response, feeling the hot liquid coating your insides as he finally released himself into you.

"L-leon.." You moaned as you felt your mixed liquids gush out of your pussy.

"Shh, my love. Just enjoy it." He whispered against your neck as he withdrew from you, his still-hard cock slipping out with a wet, sticky sound.

"Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he smirked, his expression turning dark and possessive once again. As you lay panting beneath him, he reached down and gently caress your thighs.

"N-no.." you mumbled as you rest your head down on the pillow, struggling slightly from your hands tied behind your back.

"Good girl." He purred, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling back slightly. His hand trailed up your leg until it reached the knot securing your wrists together behind your back.

You squirm slightly, embarrassed to let him see your cunt dripping with creamy juices on full display.

"Shh, don't be ashamed." He whispered against your neck, brushing his lips lightly against your ear. His hand moved from your leg to cup your cunt, gently rubbing the sticky juices between his fingers.

You whimpered, lifting your ass slighty from contact.

He couldn't help but smirk at your reaction. "Such a good girl." He purred, continuing to rub your cunt gently with his fingers. "Do you want more?" He asked, looking down at you expectantly.

You nodded "Yes.. Please, let me suck your cock.."

"So polite, my love." He smirked, pulling away from you just enough to untie the knots binding your wrists.

when you were untied, you sat up, turning to look at Leon with a pleading look. You watched as he stood up from the bed then sat on the nearby chair, gesturing you to follow and sit on the floor to suck him off.

Your eager expression was enough for him to know that you were ready for him. "suck it, then. Without touching yourself." He commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #smut #fluff #leon kennedy x reader #smut with plot #death island leon

[morganacorp]

Lena knew that kryptonite hurt Supergirl in ways she couldn't imagine. She had heard her say once that it felt like molten lava running through her veins, broken glass against her skin, piercing her until she was weak and vulnerable.

Lena saw the way Supergirl's skin started glowing green the moment her mother stepped closer to her and pulled out a gun loaded with kryptonite, shooting her with a short green beam of light from the rock making her fall to her knees in agonizing pain. She saw her mother's satisfaction when she took a step back and Supergirl stayed down on her knees, trying to catch her breath while she tried to fight the pain.

"Something as simple as a green rock can bring the most powerful woman down to her knees and make her soft." She smirked, nodding so one of her goons would step in closer and punch Supergirl.

The hero was obviously affected by the kryptonite, struggling to defend herself. Lena watched in horror how one of the goon's punches landed on her jaw and followed with another one in her eye.

"She bleeds!" Lillian said with delight.

"Stop hurting her!" Lena screamed, trying to free herself from the man that was holding her still.

"That's nothing compared to what we're going to do to her." Lillian smirked at her daughter. "Her family destroyed your brother's life, and it's her time to pay."

"Lex went insane because he's a psychopath, but Supergirl is innocent!" Lena said loudly, hoping to distract her mother while Supergirl caught her breath. "She has done nothing to you or Lex-"

"She's a dirty alien, Lena! She's Superman's cousin." The woman scoffed, stepping closer to Lena. "He took your brother's sanity away, and I'll take the last living member of his family." She said with disgust.

"she's innocent!" Lena insisted, pleading at her mother with her eyes, watching how Supergirl stood up with difficulty, the open wound on her lip bleeding profusely.

"She's from Krypton!" Lillian yelled and nodded at her goons so they forced Supergirl back down to her knees again, punching her hard. "Besides, my dear Lena... My sweet, oblivious daughter." She said mockingly. "Would you be defending her this fiercely if you knew the truth?" She smirked, her bitter voice making Lena's heart race.

"Lillian." Supergirl managed to say. "Your problem is with me. Leave Lena out of this." She said and one of the men kicked her side so she fell and curled into a ball, feeling how her body struggled with the pain.

"Isn't that sweet." Lillian mocked her. "Little alien hypocrite."

"Let her go, mother." Lena pleaded.

"It's funny, now that I think of it." Lillian said, approaching Lena. "You defend her and you don't even know who she really is." She smiled, that cruel grin Lena knew all too well. "The truth has been in front of you the whole time, and you have never realized it... I'll be honest and say I thought you were pretty close to a genius, but it has been disappointing watching you be fooled by a pair of glasses and a sweater." She scoffed.

"Lillian!"

"Shut up, alien!" She yelled and shot her with a green beam of kryptonite that made her writhe in pain.

"Mother, please! Let her go." Lena pleaded.

"You hate lies, don't you, Lena?" She asked with a sarcastic tone. "You hate being lied to and you hate when people hide things for you."

"Whatever you're trying to do, just stop it." Lena replied bitterly. "This woman hasn't done anything wrong, all she's done is help people!"

"Did you know she has a job? And an apartment, and friends." Lillian continued, ignoring Lena. "She lives the life of a mere mortal, with the powers of a goddess." She said and stepped closer to Supergirl, making her skin turn even greener as the gun was pointed at her. "She will hate you, she will enjoy watching you die." She whispered in Supergirl's ear, a satisfied smirk on her lips before she used her gun to hit her on the head, opening a wound that started bleeding profusely.

"Stop, mother!" Lena pleaded, struggling against the man holding her. "Please, mother. I'll do anything you want but please let her go." She implored and Lillian laughed.

"Oh, Lena. You're a fool."

"I am a lot of things, so take it all out on me. Let Supergirl go." She said angrily.

"Supergirl... What a curious way to call your best friend." She said and Lena froze, her green eyes fixed on her. "Should we tell her the truth, Kara?" Lillian asked, and watched how her daughter's eyes filled with tears.

"What?" Her weak voice causing more pain to Kara than the kryptonite.

"That's right, Lena. This woman, this hero you have idealized and defended over your own family, has been lying to your face for years." Lillian said and pointed the gun at Kara, who was using all her strength to look up at Lena.

"It can't be." Lena shook her head.

"Lena." Kara whispered and then a green beam was shot from Lillian's gun, making her fall back and whimper in pain again, the blood from her head wound making her blond hair stick to her forehead.

"Not so eager to defend her now, are you?" Lillian smirked, stepping closer to Lena while they watched Kara gasp for air. The two men that had been next to her moved back to continue carrying the loaded boxes of guns Lillian had been trying to smuggle out of Lex's vault, leaving only the man holding Lena back.

"Kara..." she asked, a quivering lip and tear stained cheeks.

"Lena..." Kara sighed, trying to get back on her knees, but feeling the pain of broken ribs weighing her down.

"I'm gonna kill her." Lillian told Lena, making her snap back into reality.

She was mad, furious and hurt, but she couldn't let Lillian hurt Supergirl. Sure, she had lied to her, but her point that she had done nothing but help people still standing.

She wanted to see her suffer and make her pay for her lie, but torturing her with kryptonite was not what Lena wanted. She saw Lillian shot at her again, this time making Kara -Supergirl- slide back a few yards from where she lay.

Supergirl moaned in pain, her bruised and broken body hurting so much she could barely focus on anything. She tried to get back up again, but when she looked up she found Lena's pained and conflicted expression.

"Lena- I just-"

"Save it, alien." Lillian told her, shooting her again.

Lena was hurting and struggling to reconcile her thoughts and her heart: she saw Supergirl, a hero who had saved her life and had protected the city and the world countless times, and then she saw her best friend Kara, who lied and betrayed her. She couldn't stand the sight of Supergirl suffering, but thinking that Kara was there in front of her, whimpering in agony and helpless, made Lena's heart break.

She was mad, but her heart was soft and bleeding for Kara. That one person who always had her back, saved and protected her in her own way.

The same Kara that always knew how to cheer her up, or when to sit by her without words. The same Kara she looked forward to seeing, the same Kara that always greeted her with a warm hug that made Lena's heart race.

"Does your people have some kind of prayer for when you're about to die? I'm feeling generous." Lillian said with poison, watching how Supergirl struggled but managed to get on her feet, wobbling and almost falling down twice before she found her footing.

Lena looked at her and noticed everything she had refused to see before, all the clear signs that Kara and Supergirl were one and the same. She stared at her, noticing the bruises on Supergirl's face, the blood on her suit that was still dripping from her open wounds, and then she caught a glimpse of the blue eyes she knew all too well.

She noticed that now that she was slightly further away from Lillian the kryptonite didn't have the same effect on her, allowing her to recover enough to stand on her own. She was obviously very weak, but Lena knew that she still had enough in her tank to escape if given the chance.

"Lillian, let Lena go." She said with effort, her voice breaking.

"Don't say my daughter's name with your filthy mouth, hypocrite." Lillian scoffed bitterly.

"She's innocent and she-"

"Stop trying to defend me." Lena said firmly, tears streaming down her cheeks in earnest. "Don't you dare to say my name." She said angrily and looked back at the man holding her back until he let her go, sure that she wouldn't try to run.

"Lena-"

"I think my daughter was pretty clear." Lillian said and lifted the gun, pointing it at her. "You have betrayed a Luthor, alien, and now you'll pay for it." She said and Lena waited until she was surely about to pull the trigger, knowing that she only had one chance to do it.

She knew kryptonite wouldn't kill her, that it doesn't hurt her body in the way it hurts Supergirl. She knew it was a gamble, but she had always liked tempting fate.

She ran towards Kara, stepping in front of the green beam that would've ended her life and protecting her with her own. She felt the force of the green light hitting her square on the chest, pushing her back until those strong arms wrapped around her.

Kryptonite wouldn't kill her, no, but the force on that beam was enough to disorient her and take her breath away. She could hear her mother cursing and Kara's voice- Supergirl's voice-yelling at her, but she couldn't make up what they said.

She closed her eyes, feeling Kara's arms holding her against her body, and then everything went black.

"She's waking up." A familiar voice said softly when Lena opened her eyes, trying to focus while she loked around. "Lena, it's okay. You're safe." The same voice said softly, and her eyes finally found her face.

"Alex." She whispered.

"You have a concussion, and you were out of it for a few hours. You're safe." She explained, looking into her eyes with a concerned frown. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a truck." She said honestly.

"You have bruised ribs too... What you did was stupid." She said, grabbing her hand. "But incredibly brave." She said giving it a squeeze. "Thank you."

"That should be me thanking her." Kara's soft voice caught Lena's attention, and it was until then that she noticed her sitting on a chair next to her, the warmth of her hand resting on top of hers.

She was dressed as Kara, even though the bruises and dried blood reminded Lena of the truth.

"Kara-"

"Alex, can you-"

"I'll be back in a moment. Call me if she gets dizzy." She nodded, knowing the two of them needed to talk. She walked out of the med bay area and informed Nia and Brainy that Lena was awake.

"Thank you for saving me." Kara whispered, looking down in shame. "I'm sorry."

"You should be under the sun lamps." Lena responded, slowly removing her hand from Kara's.

"I will heal, eventually." She shook her head, removing her glasses and looking up to try and contain the tears that inevitably made their way down her cheeks. "I was going to tell you... I just-"

"You lied, and that's something I can't forgive." Lena whispered, her own tears making an appearance.

"Let me explain." Kara whispered, pleading blue eyes behind bruises. "Lena, I just... I was scared."

"You should get under the sun lamps, Supergirl." Lena said softly, her voice breaking. She turned her face away from Kara and felt a horrible headache making her brain throb, something that wasn't helped in the least when she tried her best to contain a loud sob.

Kara sat there in silence for a moment and then moved to her bed, feeling the warm from the sun lamps engulfing her like a healing blanket. She rested her head on the soft pillow and cried quietly, trying her best to not hear Lena's quiet sobs a few steps away.

#lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp #fanfic

[silly4sillinger]

https://www.tumblr.com/rambunctious4rempe/745171504678977536/thirsty-thot-threesome-with-braden-and-matt-the

OH PLEEEESE

Begging for a fix of this

18+ MINORS DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT "Act Like A Slut And I'll Treat You Like One" Pairing: Matt Rempe x Braden Schneider x Fem!reader Summary: Matt gets tired of seeing you eye fuck his teammate and takes matters into his own hands. Warnings: Smut, Threesome, P in V, Somewhat Rough sex, degradation, Oral (m and f), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it), cum swallowing, praising.

You and Matt are at the club for Kreids' birthday, and you're currently tucked under Matt's arm while he talks to Alex and Braden.

Braden's laughter fills the air, and every so often, you find your gaze drifting towards him. But each time, you're met with Matt's tightened grip on your waist.

"I need to get another drink," Alex announces, excusing himself from the conversation.

"Get me one too," Braden calls after him.

"Why don't you go help Alex?" Matt suggests and you nod, following Alex to the bar.

As you and Alex return with the drinks, Matt and Braden stop talking, their eyes locking onto you as you approach.

"Here you go," you say, handing Braden his drink, trying to break the tension with a smile as you tuck yourself back under Matt's arm.

Braden and Alex jump into another conversation and Matt takes the opportunity of them being distracted to lean down and whisper, "Braden's coming back with us. You want to act like a slut, and I'll treat you like one."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words.

Back at the apartment, Matt wastes no time in revealing his intentions. "I want you to fuck him," he states bluntly, his dominant side emerging fully now.

You swallow hard, feeling a surge of arousal mixed with confusion. "Wh-What?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me, slut. I want you to fuck him so you know that I can do it better."

You stare up at Matt as he steps closer. "I saw the way you were looking at him. I know you want him. So, go ahead, satisfy your curiosity. But remember, you're mine."

"I… I don't understand," you stammer, "Why would you even want me to sleep with Braden?"

Matt's expression softens slightly, but the dominance in his voice remains. "Because I want you to know that no one can satisfy you like I can. I want you to fuck him, so you know that I do it better."

"Is it even okay with him?" You ask, glancing over at Braden who has been standing there awkwardly this whole time.

"He's here, isn't he."

"Yeah. Okay."

Matt's lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "Good girl," he murmurs, before turning his attention to Braden. "Take her to the bedroom."

Braden hesitates for a moment before nodding. Without a word, he gestures for you to follow him, and you reluctantly obey, feeling a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

"You sure this is okay with you?" Braden asks as the two of you walk into your room.

"As long as it's okay with you."

"That's not what I asked, Y/N."

"Yes, I'm okay with it."

Braden pulls you closer to him and the two of you start making out.

His hands travel from the small of your back down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze which causes you to moan into his mouth.

Matt walks into the room as Braden lifts you up and carries you over to the bed.

"Hold on. Pause." You pull away as Braden sets you down on the bed and you both look over at Matt confused.

"What?"

"I didn't say to start. I just said to take her to the bedroom."

You roll your eyes and pull Braden back in for another kiss.

Doing that pisses Matt off even more and he walks over and pulls Braden away from you.

"Can you not be a fucking whore for two seconds? I want to go over the rules, and if you keep it up with the attitude I'll tell him to go home and you won't get fucked tonight, how about that?"

"I'm sorry." You apologize even though you didn't mean it one bit.

Braden clears his throat causing the both of you to look over at him. "So the rules?"

"Right. No hickeys and don't cum in her."

"Kay, he got it. Can he fuck me now?"

"No, I'm starting."

You hold in your groan as Matt pushes you down onto the bed, undoing the button on your jeans.

"Give Braden a handy so he's not just awkwardly standing there." Matt tells you.

You motion for Braden to come over as Matt slides your underwear and jeans off.

Braden quickly undoes his belt and takes his jeans and boxers off before climbing onto the bed.

You take him in your hand and start jerking him off as Matt starts to finger you.

Matt adds another finger and finger bangs you faster, causing you to let out a moan.

Braden lets out a shaky breath and you look up at him.

"D-Do you want me to suck you off?" You ask and he nods.

Matt stops and you whine, looking from Braden to him. "Relax. I'm just changing things up."

You nod and take Braden into your mouth, starting to suck him off as Matt swipes his tongue up between your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking on it.

You moan against Braden causing his whole body to jolt. "H-Holy fuck."

Matt starts to tease you and it takes everything in you to not stop sucking Braden off to bitch him out.

You bob your head faster and Braden makes a makeshift ponytail as Matt slowly licks down between your folds.

"U-Unless you want me to c-cum in your mouth, t-take me out." Braden tells you and you suck hard on his tip, causing him to throw his head back and let out a groan as he cums in your mouth.

You take Braden out of your mouth and swallow his cum, looking up at him as he stares at you in disbelief.

"You got a freak, Rempe."

Matt leans back and laughs. "That's the least freaky thing she does. You still okay to fuck her?"

Braden nods and the two of them switch spots after Matt takes his jeans and boxers off and gets back on the bed.

"Can I fuck your mouth?" Matt asks.

"Yeah." You answer him as Braden teases your entrance with his tip.

"You ready?" Braden asks.

"Yeah, I'm good."

You take Matt into your mouth and moan against him as Braden slowly enters you.

Braden picks up the pace of his thrusts and Matt starts fucking your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat each thrust.

"You look so pretty taking the both of us at once." Matt tells you and you moan at just his praise alone.

The pleasure starts to get unbearable as Braden pounds into you. Matt takes his cock out of your mouth, and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a loud moan.

"Keep your eyes open for us, baby." Braden says, thrusting hard into you and hitting your g-spot.

You open your eyes and notice Matt is jerking himself off beside you. The sight makes you clench your pussy around Braden making him groan and throw his head back again.

"I-I'm close." You tell them and the both of them nod.

"Whenever you're ready pretty girl. It's all you." Braden thrusts one more time which causes you to reach your high.

Your chest heaves up and down as Braden pulls out and cums on your stomach, Matt doing the same thing a couple seconds after.

The three of you take a second to catch your breath and Matt goes to get a towel to clean you up.

"You okay?" Braden asks as he starts getting dressed.

"Yeah. Never better actually."

#matt rempe #matt rempe x you #matt rempe smut #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe x fem!reader #matt rempe x y/n #braden schneider #braden schneider smut #braden schneider x you

[hirsheyskisses]

Hey, psst! I have a little request, that might be of your interest - it‘s quite fluffy ఌ

So the trope;

„Come on, try one! I sat hours on these!“

„Don’t make me taste the most bread like sweets in existence, idiot.“

You made cinnamon buns, the Heart pirates love your creation, but who is avoiding the kitchen at all costs? Of course - tall, dark and brooding white hat.

Will he eat the infamous cinnamon buns? Is he possibly risking his life for you, because he can’t stand the cute pout you exaggeratedly flash at him?

(You can choose the scenario)

I‘ll leave the fluff expertise to you ✨

Cinnamon Bun Chaos

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

Summary: Law can't seem to shake the uneasy feeling he's had since he's awoken. Is it the smell? Or perhaps he's sick.. and then.. oh dear. Will he give in to that cute, cute pout of yours?

A/N: help this was so frigging cute to write 😭 @ems-c-lee you know I've gotta do it! AHHHHHH *violent screeching over doc ensues*

The first thing he'd noticed when he'd woken up was an odd, cinnamon and - very sweet smelling thing. Wearily blinking his eyes, body heavy from sleep, Law raised his head off his desk, noting he must've fallen asleep during another study. Limbs stretching, and allowing his mind to wake up, he noted the still hot coffee that had been placed on his desk. Of course, he thought, the slightest of smiles gracing his features, (Name)-ya always anticipates when ill wake. Taking the cup and stealing a quick sip from it, Law pulled on a hoodie and made to exit his room.

However, the moment he did, he was hit with a wave of unease. That smell was turning his stomach, just a bit. Which was odd. Being the ship's cook, he had always loved most of your cooking. Each flavor complimented the other, and while his sleepy mind could only tell cinnamon from the smell, he didn't mind cinnamon. Well, it could be how sweet it smells. He wasn't the largest fan of sweets, but what could possibly go wrong?

Each step increased that slightly uneasy feeling. His mind slipped away from the smell, for it couldn't be that: worry drifting into his mind. Somethings wrong. Something must be. Maybe its with me? Am I sick? This feeling could easily be sickness, and I'm mixing it up with anxiety. Ugh.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Law made a mental note to keep a physical distance from anyone until he did a check-up on himself. He was met with the kitchen to be crowded-

"These are so good, (Name)! Why didn't you make these sooner?!"

"My stomach is.. in heaven."

"Thats weird, dude!"

There you were. Leaning against the counter with a satisfied glint in your eyes, laughing at the crews antics with whatever it was you had made. Yet that feeling, it worsened, but in the moment, Law chose to ignore it, feeling his mind melt when your smile directed at him.

"Captain! You're up early." You greeted, moving over to meet him. Law nodded, taking a quick drink from his coffee. "Had a weird feeling. It's a bit early for breakfast." He glanced at the crew, who'd hadn't noticed him. "I'll get breakfast started in a few, yeah. I decided I'd mess around and make an old favorite though! Cinnabuns!"

Oh. Oh that's why he had a weird feeling.

"...bread." Law stated, raising an eyebrow. He found himself physically withdrawing himself closer to the door, and you laughed, "hardly! Sure it's made from dough but it's delicious! Cinnamon and sugary and gooey goodness!"

Law mentally cringed, and by now, the three others in the kitchen had taken note of Law's presence. Penguin chimed in, "mornin' Captain! She's absolutely right, you should try one!"

Bepo, who was currently looking like his brain had gone to heaven, "they're amazing!" And Sachi, "I bet you might even like it! It's (Name)'s cooking, after all."

"No way. Keep that bread nonsense away from me." Law grumbled, slowly moving towards the door. You chuckled softly at his movements, staring up at him with doe like eyes.

"Captain.. I spent hours on these.. atleast try it! One small bite?"

You pleaded with him, knowing damn well what his weakness was. Puppy eyes. That way you peered up at him, eyes so wide and innocent, a smallest of pouts resting on your face. It didn't help that Bepo was right behind him, staring at Law with that damn adorable fuzzy face. He could barely resist Bepo, let alone you. And with the two of you combined?

"...don't make me try the most breadlike sweets in existence, idiot!"

You had him backed to the wall, still staring at him, and god he was struggling. "Captain.. jist one bite! I promise I won't make you try any other bread thing againnnnn.." honestly, you weren't even aiming to make him try it: but the way he was squirming was absolutely precious, his ears turning pink as he mentally battled the pros and cons.

"...Room."

"Ack! Scatter!" Penguin shouted, laughter filling the kitchen once again as you all scrambled to escape, but it was futile. Atleast it was for you. One second, you were almost out the door, and then-

"-shambles."

You were in Law's. You could never quite get used to his powers moving you around, it was rather disorienting for your mind. Looking back, you saw him: tall, stoic, a shadow over his eyes, ..and a cinnamon bun in his hand.

"Cap- Law," you corrected yourself. In private, he insisted you call him by his first name. In public.. well, the crew wasn't aware the two of you were dating, so you kept it professional with them. Even if you both weren't aware the crew had long since figured out you both were dating. "-you don't actually need to try it, I was just teasing-"

He raised a hand to silence you. "..just.. give me a minute." Law was glaring at the sweet bread treat in his hand, mentally battling if it was worth taking a bite. Even now when you reassured him of that, you still had those expectant, curious doe like eyes and that cute pout on your face.

You watched as he took a bite, slow and cautious. He was expressionless, chewing it for what seemed like hours, before swallowing and setting the treat down on his desk.

Slowly, the man moved towards you. You laughed nervously, stepping away with each step towards you, "..was it good?"

He moved closer until your back was to the wall, and he was right in front of you. Tattooed hands gripped at your shoulders as he lowered his forehead to rest on yours, staring at you intently. "...law?" You questioned, unsure if he was having some sort of allergic reaction, or post cinnabun crisis, but you shied away regardless.

"...." He dropped his head on your shoulder and pulled you close- tighter than usual.

"..if it wasn't bread, it might've been good." He forced out at last, pressing his face into your neck. "But please, dear heavens, never make me eat that again."

A relieved breath escaped you as you laughed, wrapping your arms around your tense boyfriend, "Roger that! ...I'll make not bread Cinnamon buns then! ..somehow."

"I'd like that."

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece x reader #heart pirates x reader

[fightingsnails]

Hobie x trans!masc reader

Beach Episode

tea bee ech this is more for me than anyone else a/n: reader wears a binder, I have no idea the weather in the UK nor the situation with beaches. Honestly I didn't know the UK had beaches until heartstopper. bad accent. not proofread

You and Hobie had been friends for a little while now, and you really enjoyed hanging out with him. So when he asked you if you wanted to go to a small beach with him, you felt your heart sink.

Of course you said yes, you really enjoyed the company, and thought that when push came to shove you could own up to it and go to the beach with, knowing that this wouldn't impact your friendship.

But there was that little voice in the back of your head that said otherwise.

You knew he wouldn't care. He was Hobie for crying out loud, one of the most supporting guys you knew, you've even heard him speak out on issues involving transphobia.

But there was the thought that if he knew, he would treat you differently. He wouldn't rough house you, or tease you about issues that guys would usually tease women about, and the rational part of you chalked it up to him not being a mysgonist, but there was still that doubt.

Hell, there was a chance he already knew.

When the two of you had first met, it was just a normal conversation. Then one of his friends had come up and asked for introduction.

"Oi, yeah, t'is is y/n, and they- uh... actually, mind tellin' me whatcha go by, mate?"

Sure, yeah, it was a bit awkward, but him asking you what you go by instead of if you're a guy or a girl was a green flag.

So now you're sitting in your car, beside the beach that you were supposed to be meeting Hobie at. You were fully prepared to go swimming in your shirt and binder, despite knowing better.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a tap on your window, startling you slightly. You whipped your head to face the window, being greeted by Hobie's shit eating grin, clearly satisfied that he startled you.

You opened your door. stepping out and playfully pushing his shoulder.

"You scared the shit out of me." You said, smiling up at him.

He nodded his head, a satisfied smirk still on his face, "Kinda the point, yeah?"

You shook your head, and the two of you began to walk to the beach. This was possibly the most casual had seen the punk, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, exposing his lanky arms and legs. but you decided not to comment on it.

So now your standing feet away from the water. the rhythmic sound of the waves not helping sooth your anxiety in the way you felt like it should. You hear Hobie set his bag down, and after a second you turn to him, seeing him take his shirt off, and you feel anxiety shoot through you.

"You're really going to swim in your shirt?" He asks casually, tossing his next to his bag as he begins to walk towards you. You know he doesn't mean it in a malicious way, but you can't help the way it only makes it more nervous.

"Yeah, I am. I mean it's just... y'know?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest nervously. You wish that you hadn't said that, because you know that just makes you sound guilty for something, and you feel like your suspicion is confirmed when Hobie raises an eyebrow.

"Mate, if your self conscious, y'know I don' care, right?" He assures, coming a bit closer. I mean, you were, but it wasn't in that way, and you felt like if you agreed, you'd be lying to him. Even if you were, there wasn't many people around.

"No, no, it's not that. It's just..." You began, nervously shifting on your feet. Even if you weren't looking at him, you could feel his expression grow slightly worried, and you panicked even more, feeling like you were making a big deal out of something that really shouldn't be.

You buzzed your lips, trying to fill the silence as you thought of your words. "Y'know, like, I guess I just want to take chances on me getting dysphoric." You said, hoping that the phrasing would be subtle enough that if he didn't know what it meant he would just glance over it.

You turned up to him, and you could see the gears turning in his head. After a second he met your eyes and shrugged.

"I mean, I don' really care, but I get it." He said, giving a small, reassuring smile. You felt your nerves soften slightly, thankful that he wasn't making a big deal of the situation.

You couldn't help but smile back, and you gave him a small nod. "Jus lemme know if there's anything I can do, yeah?" He says, lightly punching your shoulder. You can tell that he's trying to soften the tension, and you felt thankful for it.

"Yeah." You replied softly. You were about to drop the subject and step into the water finally, but your mind darted back to the binder your wearing. You know you're not supposed to get it wet, and the thought of the constriction around your chest getting tighter didn't seem very pleasant.

"Actually..." You began, and you felt bad for taking his attention again, but when he turned back to you, you could tell that he doesn't mind. Hobie was always the person who didn't seem to mind helping people, and you tried to keep that in mind while you talked to him.

"I want to, y'know, do what we came here to do, swim, but I'm kinda... binding." You continued, and you could see that the second the words left your mouth, he was already thinking of a solution.

After a second of him thinking, you were about to tell him to drop it, but he began to speak, "You could always jus' wear my shirt, if ya want, not really scared 'bout gettin' wet. Should be big on ya, if you're worried about tha' sorta thing."

You couldnt help but smile again, and you nodded your head. "Yeah! Yeah. That'd be great." You said, nodding your head again. He smiled back at you and he turned to go fetch you his shirt.

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[emotionallyattachednerd]

Hot Delight | IDW Rodimus x m!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: Smut ( oral, spike in valve and size difference ) and paying for service. NSFW 18+.

Notes: I don't write m x m often but I really should. Thanks for sending in your request this was a nice change, and I hope it's to your liking. 🥰

☕ Coffee

You were his favourite, and you silently admitted that he was your favourite too. Being a pleasure bot you weren't allowed to fall for any of your paying customers, but Rodimus made it so damn difficult to not fall for that preposterous cute face and behaviour of his.

Also, you were a mech, and a shuttle, your size doubled more than an average bot, but many still craved your service. Tonight though it was Rodimus' time yet again and you're pretty damn excited.

Perhaps you might've gone a little overboard when you are preparing your room and making sure you've got engex set aside, fresh silks covering your berth, lights dimmed and soft erotic music playing. You just wanted the evening to be nice for him.

"All this just for me?" Rodimus can't help but tease as he looks around the beautifully set up room with satisfied smile. "You shouldn't have."

"You've paying for the best, I wanted to give you the best." You respond elegantly with profession, knowing you weren't allowed to express much more than that without giving him any hints of your true feelings.

"The best indeed." Rodimus sits on the berth as he stares at you, a heavy lascivious stare and lazily keeping his legs spread to tease you.

"Same service as before, Rodimus?" You keep yourself composed as best you can while stepping closer. Despite your size difference, he doesn't at all seem bothered by it, but rather turned on.

"Always." You watch as he drowns the rest of his engex, sets the empty cube aside and retracts his panel, revealing his always soaked valve and throbbing spike emerging from its housing.

He's always ready for you.

Coming closer, you kneel down in front of the berth and spread his legs more as he lays back, optics gazing down curiously at you, before you drag your thick glossa across his valve and against his sensitive node.

He moans, a greedy sound that lingers as you do the same motion a numerous times, before moving onto his spike and taking him into your mouth, fully swallowing his throbbing length and moving a digit to invade his valve, curling it softly against his inner channel.

"Fragging pit, that feels good." Rodimus speaks through a low groan, spreading his legs as much as possible for you to devour him, wrapping his arms behind his helm as he enjoys the pleasure blooming through him.

While fingering his valve you continue to bob your helm slowly over his spike, running your glossa against the ridges and letting out a hum that vibrates through his spike, earning you a sharp intake and a jerked thrust from his waist against your mouth.

Feeling him throb more intensely against you glossa you slowly move away, a wet pop sounding followed by his childish whimpers.

"I was getting close..." He complains, though he knows why you stopped, and you're doing everything he wants.

"I know, but we're not finished quite yet." You whisper as you pump three digits within the valve now, stretching him wide for you knowing it's needed for him to take your spike.

"I sure hope not. Want this to last for as long as possible." He wiggles his hips as you continue to pump your servos, clenching around them as you smile at him fondly.

Usually it's the other way around, but Rodimus likes to be the one who is fragged, and you have no problems with that. You've got a rather large spike, but he always takes you so damn well.

Once feeling enough fluids was soaking your digits you're remove them and suck each of them clean right in his view, a pink hue formed against Rodimus' cheek plating as he watches you eagerly.

On the last digit you offer it to him, which he accepts just as eagerly, sucking and moaning in delight as you let out heated vents at the sight of him tasting his fluids.

"Please, I need your thick spike in me." Rodimus begs after slipping your digit out of his mouth. "My valve throbs for you."

Hearing this makes you moan lowly yourself, but you cut it out quickly, and put on your profession again. "Anything you want, Rodimus. I'm all yours."

Retracting your own panel you watch your own enormous spike merge out, throbbing like man as small drops of trans fluid trickle down along the long base. You pump yourself slowly a few times, rubbing your digit across the top and moistening your length, before you lay across Rodimus and position yourself against his twitch valve, teasing him by rubbing yourself against his wet lips.

Gently, you push in, watching as your tip enters past his valve and you slowly inch forward, focusing on the growing lump that forms the more you fill him. You're very large, and Rodimus always takes you so well. His increasing moans is always music to your audios, feeling his valve flutter and clench around you intensely while you grip your servos against his waist.

"Frag...so big!" Rodimus praises through a deep groan as he spreads his thighs wider for you. "Oh I love the feel of you inside me!"

You through heated vents. "Taking me so well, Rodimus, such a good bot you are. You love my thick spike stretching you, don't you? Want me buried deep in your always, fragging you senseless. You're so greedy for me, ain't you?" Talking, it's all talking, and what Rodimus likes.

To be praised, spoken to, dirty talk, he enjoys it while you're fragging him senseless. You enjoy it too, as it brings a lot of excitement and pleasure you two have, nothing was ever dull or boring.

"Yes, yes!" He moans through a greedy hunger. You watch as he moves his servo down to rub at the bulging bump formed and lets out an aroused giggle. "Oh yeah...feel so stuffed, fragging love it."

Your waist slowly rocks into him over again, watching your spike invade his valve repeatedly. Leaning over you continue your thrusts, watching his beautiful face, pleasure that lingers and grows with each thrust over again.

"Go ahead, frag me harder, I can take it." He says between heated vents, frame rocking against the berth under your strong movements.

"Your wish is my command."

Holding a firmer grip around his waist, you set a firm pace, bumping inside through his channel and against his chamber, so far deep, burying yourself over again, while watching him stroke his spike and toss his helm back against the berth, moans increasing rapidly.

"Yes! Yes!" He cries louder, clenching around you more, and you feel yourself approaching closer, about to have an overload.

"Rodimus, I'm about to fill you deeply. Do I have your permission?" You always ask, but you already know the answer.

"Do it, fragging fill me! I crave your fluids! Need it all!" Oh frag!" Rodimus curses out and that's all you need.

It happens. Your mistake, and you don't even realise this right away as your fragging Rodimus senseless, optics closed as the berth creaks with noises as your movements grow intense, right before your throbbing spike erupts with fluids, filling Rodimus deeply through his chamber and channel, bump increasing in size as his own spike leaves long streaks of fluids, and you lean down quickly, kissing him.

You never kiss your clients, that's the worst possible thing to do, it's unprofessional. Moving away from the kiss you stare at him through your flooded overload, and you've just realised your mistake. You kissed him.

"Is kissing part of the service now?" Rodimus asks through a teasing tone, clenching around your spike that's buried deep in him still.

"I apologise, that's not meant to happen." You vent softly. "It won't happen again." However, you suddenly feel his lips on your own again, kissing you back and deepening it by coiling his glossa with your own.

You should stop this before things get out of hand but you're unable to bring yourself to do this, because the kiss is perfect, better than you imagined. Becoming lost in the moment you feel his servos running against your shoulders and up behind your helm, keeping your close against his mouth as you feel his leg come up to wrap against your waist, spike shifting within making both you and him moan lowly. The kiss is broken and you both stare at one another through a lustful gaze, his servo coming up to caress your cheek plating.

"Can we include kissing from now on?" He sounds like a begging sparkling, whimpering for more. He's too cute.

The right answer should've been no, and keep everything professional, but that's not what came out. "We can."

Rule number one, don't fall in love with your customers. You've well beyond broken this rule, but you don't care anymore. It's all for pleasure and credits, but with Rodimus it'll always be something more.

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[tangerinesgirl]

The Hourglass

AFAB!Reader x Marquis Vincent de Gramont

Word Count: 1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, choking, slapping, denied orgasm, derogatory language, Marquis is an asshole, Dom!Marquis, Reader uses sex as a weapon, French swears

Summary: Reader is a manager of a hotel being deconsecrated. Think that scene in John Wick 4 in the Marquis' office but the hourglass is timing you having sex as well. Not a happy ending (well, for you anyways) and quite a dark fic. A few French swear words but I'm not a French speaker so I apologize profusely if they are wrong/the context is wrong. Please do message me. My first piece on Tumblr, so be kind! I have written on AO3 before though!

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Four guards escort you to the office of the Marquis de Gramont. You've heard rumours about the High Table but you've never had the honour of meeting any of them until today. They certainly made an impression on your hotel, threatening you with deconsecration with no solid proof that you've done anything wrong. This is why you're here. Since your grudge is with the Marquis and the Marquis alone, you left your concierge at the hotel, being useful and evacuating all the guests.

You brush yourself down out of nervousness, you have to admit you look good, I mean you do want to make a good impression afterall.

"Come", the voice says from inside the room. The guards open the massive double doors but don't follow you inside. The Marquis already has a handful of bodyguards inside.

Your heels clatter on the concrete floors, reverberating in the massive yet empty room, giving you a sense of power and femininity, a nice ego boost. The Marquis is staring out the window, wearing a very flattering grey three-piece suit. On closer inspection there are also small flecks of glitter. They catch the late night sun every time he moves. You thought you looked good but, damn. There's an hour glass matching the one at your hotel that the High Table so generously gave you, the blood red sands threatening to run out.

"Do you believe in rules, Miss Manager?", the Marquis has a very thick Parisian accent, you wish there were subtitles for this conversation.

"I do."

"And consequences?", the Marquis dramatically pours himself a cup of tea. He stirs in two spoons of sugar and licks the spoon, making direct eye contact.

"Indeed."

"So you don't deny you've been harbouring a fugitive?" It all makes sense now, you have no idea how he knows about John Wick staying at your hotel. There's bloody eyes everywhere. You can't deny helping Wick. You also can't seem to deny how attractive the Marquis looks right now. Or are you just attracted to his power? Or is it the suit? Maybe all three?

"Marquis, as much as I believe in rules, I al believe in second chances... and making amends", you step slightly closer and pick up the spoon on his desk, licking it in the same way he did moments earlier. His guards reacted immediately when you moved, unholstering their guns to point at you in seconds. The Marquis gestures for them to lower their guns, watching you the entire time, never breaking eye contact. He looks you up and down, your back arched and displaying your chest as you put on a little show, pulling it out with a soft but satisfying pop.

"Leave us", the Marquis orders the guards. They do as they are told. You were searched on the way in so they know you were unarmed. They probably also know of your ulterior motives and what's about to transpire, probably why they moved out so quickly. The doors clatter closed.

The Marquis taps the glass on the hourglass, the clink echoing around the room. "A lot of things you can do in an hour", states the Marquis.

"Come on now, give yourself a bit more credit", you lean over his desk to straighten his tie. He grabs your hand just before you do, "Don't think this will save your pretty little ass".

"You think I have a pretty ass?" is your take away. He throws you down on the desk, the cup of tea clattering to the floor. "Turn around". You do as you're told. He hikes up your dress and plays with you through your underwear. You let out a small moan. He stops briefly and you look back and see him unbuckling his belt. "I said turn around", he takes off the belt and wraps it around your neck. His other hand moves your pants to one side and he sheaths himself inside you in one fast motion, winding you. He's incredibly large, almost to the point where it hurts. You let out a gasp as he slams himself into you. He forces you down on the desk, arching your back for him. He grabs both of your wrists to keep them in place behind your back, still holding on to the belt. He slowly tugs on it as he thrusts himself into you. Over. And. Over.

"Such a slut, do you always offer yourself as forgiveness when you break the rules?", he babbles.

"Only for you, Marquis."

He swears under his breath, "fuck, I like it when you say my name... Do it again". He tugs on the belt again, the loss of oxygen turning you on even more.

"Marquis"

"Louder. I want all of the High Table to know how much of a whore you are", he removes the belt from your neck, and slaps it across your ass. You inhale sharply, shocked, "Marquis!" He does it again before suddenly turning you over to thrust into you again.

He grabs the end of the table for leverage, his other hand holding you down by the chest, playing with your breasts through your clothes. He feels even deeper from this angle, "I'm close, Marquis". Your orgasm is nearing, but just before you can come, he removes himself. You look at him, confused, as he strokes himself so he can finish. He lets out small moans and the occasional "putain" as he edges closer...closer... Then, he audibly cums, on your face, and on your dress. You're pissed, first you're denied of your orgasm and now your favourite dress is ruined.

He opens his eyes and tucks himself back in, grabbing and tying his belt, "Clean yourself up, fils de pute". You glance over at the hour glass, it's just about to run out. The Marquis catches your gaze and tuts. "Did you really think this would save your pathetic hotel?" The sands run out and there's an explosion in the distance. The Marquis grabs you by the neck and presses you against the window to watch. He grabs your hair so he can whisper in your ear, "these are your consequences".

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