#the only way to improve this is to let her be in the nude
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Nude painting class
Pairing: RookieRE2!Leon x BustyF!Reader
Summary: You and Leon continue meeting in weird circumstances.
Warning tags: au, written with busty/curvy reader in mind, but anyone can read it, SMUT MINORS DNI, nudity, blowjob (m receiving), mask/hidden identity, cum, nudity, tiny cum play, deep-throat, switch!leon, leon loves your tits, ingrid is my oc
Author's Notes: hiiii! my husband gave the ideia (again) for the second part of traffic stop (spoiler alert: he gave the idea for the third/final part as well and it is THE BOMB!!). HABEMUS smuuuuuut! which i want to remind you all, i am no expert, and i hope to continue improving (since for the final part i will def need it)! hope you have fun reading it!
part 1 | my leon's masterlist
"Nude painting?"
Your friend Ingrid nods her head, excited. You look at yourself: short floral dress, make-up-ready. That wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you came all the way from Raccoon City to celebrate Ingrid's birthday. You came to have fun, get wasted, and end up in some strange man's arms. Not to paint.
"What happened to the Ingrid that loved drinking and partying?" Ingrid simply shrugs, resting against the passenger seat from the rideshare app. Well, it is her birthday, not yours.
"What about you? When are you leaving Racoon City?"
It is your time to shrug now. You decided to stay when Ingrid and most of your friends moved at the end of high school. You never thought of moving away.
"I love you, but Racoon City has nothing in there. It is a small town everyone leaves as soon as they can. What possibly can keep you there?"
A sudden pair of blue eyes crosses your mind, and you feel your face heating up. Ingrid opens a smirk, holding you in the arm.
"Wait, wait, there is someone?" You bite your lips, shaking your head.
"No, there is no one!" Ingrid holds into your arm, pressing you to tell her.
No, there wasn't. You only met Officer Kennedy once and never saw him again. It is not like you were looking hopeful at every police car that passed. Which you weren't. Or wondering if Leon was thinking as much of you as you thought of him.
You try to take Officer Kennedy out of your head for tonight. He is probably five hours away, doing who-knows-what. You are there to have fun.
-x-
Chris crosses his arm, watching Leon walk back and forth, both already dressed in robes. Chris has a malicious smile on his face: he was the one who convinced Leon to do this. Leon needed the money to help pay for his college anyway.
"I swear, you are fine! We are like, what? Five hours away from Racoon City? Who the fuck would see you? And you are going to be wearing a mask anyway!"
Leon knows this. He knows he is very far away from his workplace, yes, he would be wearing a mask to hide his identity. All of that should serve to ease Leon, but it doesn't. He has this strange feeling inside of him, growing since he arrived.
Before they leave their locker area, Leon is handed a black full-face Venetian mask. He has his hair back with gel, making it all spiky. They are taken to the paint room, Chris giving a thumbs up before they enter the main room.
Leon is trying hard not to place his hands in front of his dick when he gets to the room, although he is still technically covered. There are around twenty to thirty women in front of blank canvases, all eyeing them up and down. His job is to pose and maybe walk around. Easy peasy, Chris mentioned, and you don't even have to talk.
Leon lets his eyes glance around the room. Most women are excited, talking with each other. That's when Leon notices a woman he never thought he would see right here, his heart beating fast against his chest. One that has not left his mind since the traffic stop.
Leon could not believe his bad luck.
-x-
Ingrid is vibrating with excitement when the models start to come out. You warn her to ease on the wine, but Ingrid says it is her birthday, so she can do whatever she wants. Your eyes went from the stronger one with dark hair to the leaner blonde one, hair pulled back with gel. Why did you feel like you knew him?
"Can we touch them?" Ingrid interrupts your thoughts, excited.
"We can NOT touch them, Ingrid! Not if you want to get kicked out of here!"
You hear screams and claps around, and when you turn back, they take their underwear off. Well, great you lost the strip tease. Your eyes go from the brown-haired one to the blonde. Well, it seems he was hiding some muscles in there.
Your eyes go down to his abs, and it stops just above his pubic hair. Should you dare to look more? Oh, fuck it. It is Ingrid's party, you are there to have fun, you remind yourself. You look down at his cock, and you gulp, staring at it a little longer than you should.
"Okay, I get the brown-haired one, you get the blonde one," Ingrid whispers, startling you.
Your stare finally crosses with the model, and he is highly interested in you. You immediately look away, cheeks heating up, focusing on your canvas. You grab the first brush and paint you find and start painting.
The following two hours feel long for both you and Leon. You must look to draw your model, but if you had glanced three times during that time, it would have been too much. Ingrid, half drunk by now, kept her eyes focused on him every time he passed. You barely moved, his leg brushing lightly against your back.
"I think he likes you," Ingrid whispers, covering her mouth.
"Ingrid, he does not!"
"He keeps passing here, staring at your tits. I think he is getting hard as well."
"Ingrid, he isn't staring at my tits!" You say more loudly than you should. Ingrid slowly turns away, and when you go back to your side, Blonde's cock is literally inches away from your face. You don't move, paralyzed, analyzing from the corner of your eyes. He has some pubic hair in there, not entirely shaved (which gave him more charm). You watch as it suddenly twitches in your line of vision, making you lick your lips.
You hear a low clearing of the throat, and you look up, a very intense blue eyes staring at you right back. With your cheek heating up, you lock in his gaze, wondering what would happen if you shove his cock down your mouth.
"And class is up! Let's see what you did, people!" The teacher announces, waking you and the model for your trance.
He quickly moves away from you as you stare at your horrible paint, half of what was supposed to be a human body done in there. Ingrid's paint looks much better.
"Hey, yours look good!"
"You can focus more when you aren't flirting with your model!"
"I was NOT flirting!"
-x-
Leon slams the locker door open, frustrated. It is far away from Raccoon City, Chris said, you will be fine, he said. And yes, Leon would have been fine if he didn't find himself in front of the woman who had been pestering his mind for the last couple of months. Leon had lost count of how many times he fapped for you, your boobs on his mouth, your tits around his cock, as you took him in your mouth, your boobs bouncing as you rode him.
"...bathroom? Oh, shit, I am so sorry!"
Of course, it had to be you, lost on your way to the bathroom and entering the model's locker room instead. Blonde has his back turned against the door. You can't see his face, but you notice as he quickly grabs the mask before him in the locker. Your eyes start going down to his jeans pants and the line of his underwear. Neither you nor he move until you mutter, embarrassed.
"I am really, really sorry."
"I don't think it was an accident. You came here looking for something, didn't you?" Leon tries to mask his voice, going deeper. Inside, he is freaking out. What if you run away screaming, pervert? He is a cop, for Christ's sake! He has stopped you in traffic before, this would be so unethical in levels he didn't even know of.
You stay quiet until Leon hears the door closing and being locked. He turns around, and you look timid by the door, looking anywhere but him, rubbing the front of your dress with your hands.
"Come here. Sit." Leon says, pointing to the bench in front of him. Leon is thankful you don't look up as you sit. You would notice his nervousness, even through the mask, his hands shaking.
He first looks at your cleavage, a tiny part of your green bra poking. Leon wants to touch and grope them, feel them against his hands, but he holds himself back. Leon gently grabs your chin to look at him.
"I saw the way you looked at me in that class. I know you want me, don't you?" You nod, forgetting about Ingrid outside or that you could get in trouble for this. Leon opens a smile, but you can't see it. "Then come on. Open your mouth. "
Leon doesn't have to say twice. You open the button of his jeans, pulling down his underwear with your shaky hands, causing it to fall altogether. He is hard already, leaking. You waste no time shoving down your mouth.
"Shit. Fuck. Li-like that," Leon groans. Not even in his wildest dreams he thought he would have your pretty lips around his cock. And it feels much better than he imagined in any of his fantasies.
You start to move your head down Leon's length as you go deep into your throat, and Leon thinks he can't survive much of this. Leon looks down at you, pulling your dress down and your bra up much rougher than he intended to expose your boobs. Surprised, you moan as Leon places his hand on the top of your head, keeping you moving.
Your boobs are finally in his view, and he can't believe it. They are exactly as he remembers. Leon watches you rub your legs against each other when he gropes one of them. He could cum like that.
Leon starts bobbing your head up and down, trying to keep his moan as low as possible. The small locker room is filled with his whimpers, and you know you will never forget about them. He is rough but gentle at the same time, making sure you are not gagging and leaving you space to breathe.
"I am clo-close. So close," Leon stutters, and you think you heard that voice somewhere before. "I want to cum all over your boobs."
You nod, your wetness asking for your attention, but focusing on Leon for now. When Leon thinks he is close, he pulls his dick out of his mouth with a plop, and Leon releases his cum all over your tits and bra. You watch, astonished, as the man in front of cums, moaning loud. The only thing you can properly see is his blue eyes rolling, making sure he covers your boobs with his cum.
When he is done, he looks down at you, his breath noisy against the mask. Leon's breath hitches when he sees your index finger pass on top of his cum and take it to your lips, licking it clean.
Oh, you wanted to kill him.
With a sudden shot of lust into his blood veins, he lifts you up and makes you turn around. On all fours for him, legs spread apart, your hands support themselves in the walls before you. You are soaked, Leon notices, soaked because of him. When Leon places a warm hand against your ass, a sudden knock on the door makes you both jump.
"Hey? Is someone here still?" The voice of the manager of the place sounds curious by the door.
Silence.
You hear the insistent knock, looking at Leon over your shoulder. He lifts his hand up, motioning for you to stay silent.
"Still here," Leon answers.
"Going to lock the building in less than ten minutes, man! Hurry up!"
"I will be out soon!" Leon answers.
The steps start going away, and you suddenly remember Ingrid. Has she even left? With all strength in the world, you straighten up, your hands going to your bag. There were at least three missing calls from her and five text messages wondering where you are. Decided, you start organizing yourself, not even looking at the man before you. You look around for a towel or anything you can clean yourself, and Leon offers you one.
"Thanks." You clean your boobs, deciding what to do about your bra. With a sudden decision, and to make you remind you of him, you take it off, placing it on his hand. You smirk as he stares at you. "So, you can remember tonight. Remember me."
You pull your dress up, and Leon watches as your nipples hard against the fabric. He doesn't want you to go, he wants to touch you more, but Leon occupies himself, pullings his underwear and jeans up. You two stare at each other for a moment before you nod.
"Well. It was nice, mhm fun."
Say something, Leon. Say anything. Don't let her go like that. Leon doesn't say anything, simply watching you leave, a little disappointed, the door closing behind you with a click.
Leon throws the mask away, finally giving a good breath. His forehead is sweaty, and he could barely breathe on that thing. The back against the cold locker calms him. Leon finishes organizing himself, feeling a little sad you didn't recognize him from before. How would he be if he was wearing a mask? Leon didn't want to be recognized. Leon shakes his head, ignoring the sad feelings on his chest. He let himself go too far.
It is time to forget you.
-x-
Ingrid is sitting down by the parking lot alone. You apologize a hundred times, and she is furious, thinking you got killed or kidnapped before she calls the rideshare app. You promise you will pay her back when you see a motorcycle coming out at the side of the building.
The man wears a dark helmet, and you just know by the clothes that this is the model you gave a blowjob. He seems to stop, watching you two alone in the parking lot, his leg on the ground. Again, that familiar feeling is in your chest. He seems to be waiting on something, his stare focused on you and Ingrid. Like he is keeping an eye on you and Ingrid, all alone in that parking lot, late at night.
"Come on, it is here! No more letting you out of my sight tonight!" Ingrid grabs you by the arm. You shot one last look at him before getting into the car.
With a sudden realization and the motorcycle passing fast in the opposite direction, you remember why you felt so familiar: the model had the exact eyes of Officer Leon Kennedy.
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i LOVE your work and am living for the mafia!charles content!
i have many thoughts about this: mafia charles catching some of his men looking at his girl when she pops into a meeting by accident (looking for charles and not realising he had company), and charles making everyone leave but fucking her loud enough for everyone to hear and making her scream his name 🫠🫠
Thank you sm girly <3
You carelessly open the doors of Charles' office, not aware that he had a couple of men over for a meeting. "Oh, sorry, my love. I didn't mean to disturb," you say. "It's okay, baby, don't worry," Charles replies, his eyes gliding over your pretty appearance, the pencil skirt and a nice blouse, a pair of nude heels on your feet. He wasn't the only one looking, and it caused his jaw to clench. "I just wanted to say that I'm leaving, and I will see you later tonight," you add, having the door handle in your hand. "Do you have a minute, darling?" Charles asked, standing up from behind his desk.
Without a word, his men get up and move out of his office with their eyes directed to the floor. The doors fall closed behind them, and you're left alone with your husband. "Is something wrong?" you ask, making your way up to him, the look on his face softens when you caress his cheek. "They need to keep their fucking eyes to themselves when you walk in," he grits through his teeth, his hands curling around your waist to bring you into his chest. You chuckle as you let your hands wander down his body. "Although you look breathtaking, baby."
"I really need to leave soon," you say, tilting your head back as Charles dips his head down to kiss your neck. "Just stay a couple of minutes," he mutters, squeezing the globes of your ass and riding up your skirt. You turn around with your lower lip between your teeth, gasping as one of his hands spanks your ass cheek. With some spit on his fingers, he wets your pussy a little extra. His slacks are unzipped soon after, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance before he slides in. You lift one of your knees on his desk to improve the angle, and the first thrust of his cock filling your wet cunt was already mouth watering.
Skin on skin sounds soon bounced off the walls, his soft grunts audible, but as loud as your whimpers and moans as his hand reached around, callused fingertips brushing over your clit making you tremble on your feet. "That's it, baby. This pussy is cumming on my cock only," Charles growls, feeling you convulse around him. His fingertips dig into your hips, eager to keep you close as he wants to cum inside you. The sweet, warm feeling fills you up as he cums, pulsing against your walls. Charles pulls out swiftly, pushing your panties back in place and pulling your skirt down again. "Just a reminder of me while you're out," he grins, zipping up his slacks while he leans down for a kiss.
You roll your eyes, but smile at him nevertheless, wiping away some lipstick from his mouth. Charles walks with you to the door to let you out. "See you later, baby, have fun tonight," he says, kissing your cheek. "Alright, we can continue," he tells his men, who make sure to not lift their eyes to you once more.
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game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.
//chess maybe? Or Ayame just annoying the shit out of him until he just shuts the book and all? oooof
⚠️ NSFW BELOW: 18+ ⚠️
“Care to play a match of chess with me, Ayame? You seem awfully eager about it. I assume you know the rules of the game—and if not, you’re about to find out in due course. The only way to improve is with practice, after all. And what better way to sharpen your skills than to face a skilled opponent such as I? In fact, I’d wager I could put even your bespectacled brother to shame,” the Vampire boasted as he assembled the pieces on their respective spaces across the 64-squared monochrome board. “Ah, I know. Let’s add a twist. For each piece captured, you must strip one article of clothing. That applies to me as well, of course. It wouldn’t be very fair otherwise, now would it? Pfft, you will soon learn chess involves many trade-offs and exchanges.”
Allowing the Vampiress the courtesy of moving first as white, Ruki watched as Ayame selected her first piece. Several moves passed and before they knew it, the impure Vampire led by a landslide, not only having more pawns captured but also a piece of each kind—knight, bishop, and rook—successfully taken from the distraught girl. By now she remained only in her lingerie, whereas Ruki still at least had his pants on. The earlier shirt, blazer, and belt had long been discarded over a few sacrificial pawns to gain the current positional advantage, a confident smirk gracing his features at the half-nude woman in front of him with the unfortunate disadvantage.
“Normally I would’ve checkmated you by now, but it’s much more fun to beat you in an agonizingly slow pace like this. I’ll end things once you’re completely naked for me,” he cackled, capturing a neglected queen with his knight. “Go on, don’t hesitate. Strip for your master.”
After deciding she took long enough to unclasp her bra, the Vampire swiftly teleported behind her seat, finishing the job and cupping her breasts in tantalizing kneads against the soft mounds, circling her buds with his thumb and index on either side. Almost symmetrically, Ruki massaged them in an intimate unison whilst positioning his fangs at the round of her shoulder when Ayame least expected it. Without warning, the soft flesh was transfixed in small punctures of cascading blood by his pointed appendages that sank deeper by the minute, indulging in the abundant life force with a grin.
“Rather than your king, I’d prefer to capture something else of yours.”
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Deiform
Almost everything is back to normal. A skyline of books is scattered across her apartment floor, some in low hills and others in tumultuous towers. As Signe returns to the foot of her desk, her idle sauntering snags on the overlapping set of carpet neath her polished chair. The stare she gives the flooring could cut it neat enough to fit.
She will deal with it. Again. Later.
Later, when the current affairs aren’t suffocating her attention in every orifice, engulfing every ilm of her. In the here and now, she lives to archive.
With her chosen book in hand, she places herself betwixt two distinct spires. One is dressed in dust, hems frayed by the delicate nibble of time, the desperate nibble of midges, though it’s interspersed with pristine, mint condition publications here and there. The other is dominated by paperbacks with veins in the spine, leather-bounds with well-wrinkled covers, thick volumes with foreign leaves sticking out the ends.
She cracks open the journal. The first page introduces itself to her. Signe Ymir. Commonplace book. Yr. 5, 7th A.E.
The pages thereafter lose the pleasantries. It’s rendered in rushed scrawl and chicken scratch, a raw and raucous dash to keep up with her thoughts. This is the Bole, the setting of intentions, before the branches sprawled to one side and wept for the death of its fruit.
Curiously, a section in the middle — pages made distinct by the crinkle of their edges — causes her brisk flipping to come to a languid scroll.
The first illustration is wrought from the Lifestream in chalk, charcoal, and whatever else vaguely grey that she could get her hands on. The tools toil for her approval, the most rudimentary and stubborn being relegated to blocks of impressionistic shadow — the most useless of detail. It’s suitable for what it captures, distilled from hazy detail. Curved horns spiking forward, and the same from his hind, his claws, his tail, all are precocious flicks following the curvature of her hand. Further flicks define the texture of his horns, though she can only guess where the scales lay. How would one know amid the smog, let alone the heat dancing off the ground?
The lord gives way to a far more precise portrait. Each detail is cared for as a newborn child, cradled with loving strokes of the hair and skin, blossomed into fruition and then left to cement itself in its parchment-bound world. She is not a bad artist. She is not formally trained, nor does her art evoke emotion, but she can invoke a neat hand and technical eye when the situation demands. The recollections she had captured aside, scribbled all the way to the inner margins on the left-hand page, were as good as she was going to get from the witnesses to this serendipitous icon. The tails of her garb croon outward, resentful to envelop her. Atop her head, a short crown of crystalline shards. Clad in nothing but thick mist. She could not be certain she had truly been summoned nude as the interviewee had described, and so she kept her bodice devoid of detail.
Further illustrations place her improvement on a dated timeline, each with a watermark scratched into the corner of the page. She flips through the entourage of depictions, some requiring a set rather than a single version of the truth, much to her apparent chagrin.
Then there are the final pieces.
Where the works she had produced until this place had been better suited for wanted posters or biographical accompaniments, the entries that follow are truly sketches. They do not aim to capture a particular detail, but instead flourish a wide array and watch as they are naturally culled. Even depictions that are rendered to granularity do not do so with finality, some places worn with forceful erasure and others an impressionistic blur.
An elderly, towering man clad in beams of light, and then a woman enveloped in the same ethereal entourage. A floating figure of an elongated snout, pointed lops, adorned in metal regalia, yet wielding a mason’s trowel.
The final illustration is formed of several predecessors, each eviscerated by her notes and reincarnated into the other. Brilliant wings defy gravity, raising their peaks to the heavens. Where legs would lie, feathers are braided together into an ornate pattern of pseudo-eyes and bristle, ending in wind-swept lashes. Atop the mass of curated cloudkin appendages, four lagomorphic ears extend from a rich collar of fur, within sitting the porcelain, emotionless face of a woman. Her arms extend, one glittering gold and the other rusted silver, clutching a thaumaturge’s rod in one hand. But her feathers are not dusk-touched like the uniform of the three submissions, no — she is bathed in white, the shimmer accentuated with sparsely placed glitters, bearing the beams of the idea that long preceded her conception.
The certitude of the artwork is written in pristine calligraphy, titled—...
Quietly, she shuts the book before it’s been thoroughly scanned. The same courtesy was not given to the volumes she blasted through to the end and snapped shut, but she has seen enough of the manuscript to make her decision.
Placed atop the powdered pillar, the old journal is laid to rest. Painstaking archivist that she is, there are some things better buried.
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Killjoy 3 (2010)
While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you - the person reading this - won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...
As a sequel to Killjoy 2, Killjoy 3 is a masterpiece. There are genuinely funny moments, some deaths are neat and the additions to the franchise – things like character motivations, back stories and defining traits – make a gargantuan difference. Compare it to any other film and it’s garbage, but at least the series is improving.
When Killjoy (Trent Haaga), the demonic spirit of vengeance, is summoned without a target by “the Professor” (Darrow Igus, whose character is never properly named), the wicked clown aims to get even with the man who woke him. Along with his girlfriend Batty Boop (Victoria De Mare), the drunken clown Punchy (Al Burke) and the deformed mime Freakshow (Tai Chan Ngo), they set about terrorizing a group of college students in the hope of luring their true target to Killjoy’s demented world.
I hate that this film is good enough that it can kind of trick you into thinking it isn’t terrible. The first two Killjoys are basically unwatchable. This one isn’t. While not good, I will credit John Lechago for bringing some fresh ideas to the franchise. The new evil clowns are pretty cool. They expand on the idea of evil clowns in a way that’s seldom done. They have their share of funny moments and, if desperate, you could gather some entertainment from watching Victoria De Mare, who I’m pretty sure is completely nude except for some body paint. Pay close attention to her and let me know if you can spot an underwear line anywhere.
Let's not get too compliment-happy. Killjoy 3 merely does what every movie should do. I cared somewhat about the characters Killjoy was pursuing. The demon’s one liners are nothing less than terrible, however. The continuity errors are obvious, the whole film obviously cheap and the conclusion - while containing the necessary elements to constitute a final act - hinges on much stupidity. The acting ranges from mediocre but enthusiastic, to dreadful. Several plot points are never adequately explained and while I recognize that the film looks good considering its peanuts of a budget, the writing isn’t strong. Typing words on a page doesn’t require much money – only talent. Finally, what's new in Killjoy 3 sure feels familiar to anyone who's seen A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: The Dream Warriors or Hellraiser.
Killjoy 3 runs at 78 minutes and, unlike the other 2, actually feels short. I enjoyed myself here and there but surely, this comes from my "couldn't be lower" expectations going in. When you sit down and see two movies so amateurish and shoddy they make you angry (or is it depressed?) it’s not easy to seem good by comparison. Killjoy still doesn't hold a candle to Freddy Krueger. (On DVD, January 4, 2018)
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tempted to put this on a tshirt
#sammy says shir#sammy vs ts4#oc:athras#or at the very least print it out and put it on my wall#mood sis mood#the only way to improve this is to let her be in the nude#but i deleted my nude mods lmao
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Naked Attraction
Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when you’re introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.
Pairing: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader
TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha
(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)
Link to A03 here
A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. I’ve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!
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“Morning,” Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. It’s the good stuff from the café by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. “You’re later than usual.”
You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. “Overslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.”
Jean’s eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. “I can see. Do you know you’re wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?”
“Thank you for your comments,” you roll your eyes. “I know I look like a hot mess and I don’t need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.”
Jean’s ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. “Shut up.”
You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last week’s model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but he’d thrown that aside and gone for the kill after she’d slid back into her clothes. She’d laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).
Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and you’d been left with great blackmail material.
“I wonder who will be our victim today,” you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. “Most likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.”
“We’ll know in about 5 minutes,” Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. “Old Cueball is never late.”
Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.
“Good morning class,” Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. “I see you are all ready, so let’s get right to it.” He gestures to the person beside him. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’s your model for the week.”
The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.
You swear your heart actually skips a beat.
Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.
He’s possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.
“Hey, I know him,” Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. “That’s Mikasa’s distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. I’ve met him once, he’s got a stick so far up his butt, he’d need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.”
You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jean’s childhood friend and some long lost relatives.
“He doesn’t look that uptight,” you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jean’s words. “He’s beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.”
Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.
“As usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,” your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. “Completed drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever you’re ready.”
The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. It’s rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like he’s worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you don’t start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.
Holy fucking shit, he’s built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and you’d be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before you’re able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You can’t help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.
Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.
“You okay over there? It looks like you’re about to explode.”
“Can it,” you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. “I can’t help it that I’m looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think I’ve ever seen.”
“You haven’t seen mine.”
“I don’t own a microscope.”
“Ooooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.”
You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didn’t hear you, he’d probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.
It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.
Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of it’s own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear he’s not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you can’t stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. It’s times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.
Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and you’ll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. You’re still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts you’ve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.
“You’re very good.”
You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadn’t seen him or heard him.
“Oh, uh, Mr Ackerman!” You squeak, your heart racing like you’ve just run a marathon. “T-that’s very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!”
“It’s Levi,” your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. “Yours is going to be the best one here.”
You blink stupidly at his bold statement. “Did you look at all of them?”
“No,” Levi’s voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. “But you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesn’t churn out stuff that looks like shit.”
“Oh, that’s only because you are such a great model,” you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. “You stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and you’re just so pretty and-” Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.
“I’m pretty?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”
“No!” You shout, and the man’s other eyebrow joins the first. “No wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”
Levi’s eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. “I-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I can’t be the first.”
“No, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,” Levi deadpans.
Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.
“I’m sorry,” you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. “I....get carried away sometimes.”
“It’s fine,” Levi’s stoic expression softens just a little. “It’s kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually I’m told I’m good looking, but ‘far too short’.”
“That’s bullshit.” you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. “Who cares if you’re shorter? It doesn’t detract from you. What’s that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that you’re small, I’m not saying that, I just meant-”
“Yes, you did seem to find my package....good,” Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. “You heard that?!”
“I’m told I have exceptionally good hearing.”
“Oh fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than it’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten some, but that’s no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if there’s anything I can do to to make it up to you, I’ll do it!”
“Have tea with me.””
Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. “What?”
“Tch, you heard me,” Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. “I haven’t got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.”
You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or you’re vividly daydreaming again.
“Umm, are you sure?” You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasn’t been laid in years.” You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. “And I’m so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I can’t stop talking once I’ve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-”
“I like you,” he says simply, as if he’s just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, you’re just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?”
“O-oh,” you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. You’d never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles. “Uh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.”
An almost relieved expression crosses Levi’s face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.
“Well I better go,” you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. “I’ve got another class in 15 minutes.”
“I’ll walk you there,” Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. “To make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. ” The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet either.
“Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ about my attire,” you huff, but you’re grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.
“I don’t care it’s inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,” Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize he’s offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?
“I’ll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When it’s inside right,” you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.
Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. “Doubtful .”
You’re not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. “If you’re so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.”
The tips of Levi’s ears turn a delightful shade of pink. You’re sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.
“Wear it Saturday then,” Levi’s ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I don’t ask for much, please!
“Only if you wear your modeling outfit,” you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. “I’ve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.”
If possible, Levi’s eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.
“Deal.”
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Ocean Away (Chishiya Shuntaro X Reader)
Plot:
After Chishiya has left you in a game, you understood his true nature. You decided to leave the beach with the approval of your uncles.
A/N: Hello! So I’m back.
I just want to let you all know, that Yes… I know that this might be a too much off a stretch, since Hatter and Aguni is your uncles.
And yes, I kinda hurried making the story, because I have a lot of errands for tomorrow and later, I would be asking for a rest day shift, because, I need extra money, and I need to pay bills… I hate adult life.
BTW, I found this Inspiration towards the song, “OCEAN AWAY by Loreen.”
You can listen to the song and I’ll leave a link to the song.
Anyways, If I have any lapses or mistakes on the story, please let me know! I’ll be happy to receive criticisms in my story, I would know where to improve more.
Thank you so much and please enjoy! 😊
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Ocean away Part 2
“Can I make a request, Uncle Hatter?”
The man looked at you, “What do you request?”
“Can you hide me away from the beach?” you said, as you looked at him, you sat on one of the chairs that are inside the royal room, “I need to run away from someone.”
Hatter looked at you, “What’s going on?”
You smiled, but tears fell down your face, “I didn’t know that heartbreak felt this way.”
The man in front of you went near you, knelt down and held your hand gently, “I just want to get away. The games are stressing me out and I can’t get this feeling get in the way of what our plans are, Uncle.” You breathe out,
“I should be strong like mom was like back in the real world, but I’m not her, I’m weak. “, you cried out, and Hatter hugged you, his tear fell as he heard you talk about your mom.
Hatter, Aguni and your mom had been best of friends since they were in high school, She would take you whenever she would visit Hatter’s shop and Aguni would be there and you four would have lots of fun. Talking about dreams and happiness.
But your mom died due to a heart attack, and your two uncles have decided to take you with them. But, suddenly in your high school years, they disappeared like a bubble and people around them had no clue on where they might have gone to.
Just when you have graduated college, went you entered the borderlands and heard of the beach. You saw them again and got reunited with them again.
They given you a high number of place in the beach, so that when the time comes you could easily come back to the real world and be reunited with them again.
“I won’t betray you and uncle Aguni. You can know where I am hiding, and I promise to still give you all the cards that I would win. I won’t betray the utopia that you have brought to us.”
As Hatter removed the hug from you, “I will settle the plans Agni-chan. Are you sure about this?” he asked,
“Yes I am.” You said that you wiped the tears out your face,
“You’re not weak, my dear. Sometimes we just need some air to breathe in so that we can learn to properly function again.” He said, as he helped you wipe your tears, “I know that your mom is so proud of you up there. And Agni and I would keep you safe and happy.”
You hugged your uncle again, “I love you, Uncle Hatter. I’m sorry for the bother that I became.”
After a while, Aguni and Hatter has spoken about the plans of you hiding somewhere in Tokyo. Aguni has suggested that it should be done after a game that they would play, so that they can drive you to a hiding spot secretly.
“We can hide you tomorrow, Hatter and I can join the game since our visas are running out.” Aguni has told you, and you nodded.
“Just incase that you need some help, I will give you a walkie talkie. Just give a beep and we will be there. We would be giving you some supplies while we hide you out.”
“Thank you, Uncle Aguni and Uncle Hatter.” You said,
After Hatter has left the room, you and your Uncle Aguni was left in the royal room,
“I told you not to be acquainted with people here in the beach. People here won’t take relationships seriously, especially that we in this type of crisis. People will use you for their advantage and for their satisfaction, just to get out of this world.” He scolded you, but you did not respond. He did in fact told you not to fall in love in the borderlands, but you were just too hard headed.
“and knowing Chishiya, he’s using you for his gain. He’s not that clever, and I know he has plans… I’ve known him before you entered the borderlands, he’s manipulative. He had used too many others inside the beach… I don’t know why he’s still keeping Kuina… but, I know that Kuina is smart.” He said, then he looked at you, “I’m not saying that you’re not smart, you’re smart, my child. But it’s just Chishiya has got you into his hands.”
“Have you told uncle Hatter? About chishiya, I mean?” You asked,
“No… no I haven’t. I won’t tell him. He’s….” he closed his eyes, “He’s too far gone…Do you remember when he found out that people were hiding card from him…”
Definitely… You remember was your uncle has done… dead bodies in a room, he’s still kicking and punching one of them, no life on the person’s eye. Your Uncle Aguni went in front of you to shield you.
“Agni-chan…. Y/n… I found that they have been hiding card from.” He said in crazed eyes, “We will be setting a new rule… ‘Death to the traitors.’”
Still the memories haunt you to this day… You nodded to your Uncle…
“I don’t want him to go that route…” He admitted
“I don’t want him too either.” You said sadly,
“If he founds out that it was Chishiya … And that he has manipulated you, I don’t know what he can do… Or Chishiya can do. Especially that they are both executives.”
You’ve seen Chishiya in games… He has no mercy, no feelings that all. When he told you that he loves you, you didn’t feel anything in his confession, but smirked when you told him that you loved him too.
When you were with him in a Five diamonds game, he was ready to sacrifice you. He left you when you needed him. But after all of that, you still come to him like his pet. You wouldn’t have survived at all if Arisu didn’t came, saving you from being drowning.
“So, you’re telling the whole beach that I’m dead, Uncle?”
“Yes.”
You breathe in and out, you stood up from where you were sat down.
“I’m going to bed, uncle Aguni.”
“Please be careful, My child.” He said, you looked at him, and you smiled, “Thank you, Uncle, say good night as well to Uncle Hatter for me…”
“I will.” He said, and you turned your back, and left the room,
As you went to towards that room that you were staying in, you saw Chishiya waiting on your doorstep, he slowly looked at you and grinned, you walked towards him,
“Hm… Had a talk with your uncles…” he asked,
“Yeah. They just asked me if I was still alright or good.” You said, you avoided looking into his eyes, “Something is bothering you. Tell me, what did your uncles tell you?”
“Nothing… They just told me not to be acquainted with somebody here from the beach.”
“And?” he pushed more, he caught me by the eye,
“We will play the games tomorrow… I will be going with them.” You said,
Chishiya looked at you in the eyes, trying to look for more answers, “You have a lot of days in your visa. Why bother playing the games together with your uncles.”
“I want to join them by tomorrow. Not every day I could spend time with my father figures.”
Chishiya looked away from, “Hm.” He just only replied.
Feeling tired with the conversation, you decided to enter your room, he followed you in as soon as the door closed, you faced him again, “What would you do if I suddenly got lost or suddenly disappeared.”
Chishiya didn’t reply immediately, but smirked when he thought about the answer, “Why would you suddenly disappear?”
“I don’t know. You know that a lot of things could happen here in the borderlands.”
“hm…” He just said, as he went towards your bed, and sat there. His hands went to his side, and tapped on the bed to signal that you should sit with him,
You followed his instructions, but after sitting down, you let yourself fall into the bed, you closed your eyes and you felt the bed hit your back, you opened your eyes and you saw Chishiya on top of you looking directly at your eyes,
“Don’t leave me.” He said, as he slowly went down to press his body towards yours, he went ahead and placed his lips to your, his tongue asking for entrance, you let him enter. As your mouths asked for dominance, he took both of your hands on the top of your head,
He let go of the kiss and went straight to you neck and left kisses.
“I won’t… “, You lied,
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Ocean Away Part 2
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Tattletale | (dark)stepbrother!Sam Wilson x reader
summary: your step-brother was kind enough to let you stay at his apartment just off-campus when you began your freshman year of college where he was a senior. unfortunately, his kindness ran out when he learned about your secret side-hustle.
word count: 4.7k
warnings: smut!! (noncon/heavy dubcon and stepcest, they’re not biologically related but were raised from adolescence as siblings), facefucking, slapping, choking, degradation, coercion, DP (with a toy), anal play, possessive behavior, unprotected creampie, lots of crying/implied dacryphilia
this is a dark fic containing triggering topics, please do not read if this would be triggering for upsetting for you in any way.
Your step-brother (and roommate… and technically your landlord) wasn’t usually home when you got back from your Econ class, so you jumped a bit when you saw him nursing a beer in your shared living room; apparently, he was waiting for you.
“Hey, Sammy,” you greeted sheepishly, suddenly feeling self-conscious when his eyes raked over your body— it was hot out, so you just had on a tank top and cut-off shorts, but now you wish you’d covered up more.
“Hey,” he nodded back, setting the beer down and leaning back on the couch, “you got time to talk for a minute?”
His tone made you a little nervous, but his casual body language set you at ease. He probably just wanted to ask if you could stay somewhere else over the weekend so he could have a girl over, or maybe he needed your help with one of his more difficult assignments— though frankly, you probably couldn’t help much with a senior-level project. “Sure,” you shrugged, setting your backpack down and slipping off your shoes to join him on the couch. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, really, I just feel like we don’t talk as much as we used to,” he explained with a little sigh. Something about the way he glanced to the side for a moment made you wonder if he was being completely transparent. “Remember when we were younger and we talked all the time? Or when I moved away to start here and we called every day? I miss that…”
You smiled a little, moving closer on the couch to rest your hand on his. “Me too,” you admitted. “I just figured you saw me as your annoying little sister.”
“I do,” he laughed, “but, you know, we used to be really close! You used to tell me everything. And now… now I don’t think you tell me everything.”
Your suspicion that this was more directed than he let on was growing, but you wanted to be close again, too, so you let it continue. “Well, we’re older now so it’s not quite the same…”
“I guess it’s normal for siblings to grow apart when they’re adults, but, I don’t know… I guess I just didn’t see it coming with us. And now that I’m letting you live here I thought it would be like old times; to be honest, that was part of why I had you move in in the first place.”
Just as you started to shift away, he flipped his hand and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from pulling away. “Sammy,” you whispered in shock, leaning back as much as you could even as he moved in closer.
“I think it’s the least you can do to be honest with me, sis,” he hissed.
“I— I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you protested, your gut sinking in fear of being reprimanded by him. He was so friendly 99% of the time, but you were still terrified of those few memories you had of him getting angry with you. Disappointing him was one of your greatest fears.
Sam laughed, but he didn’t exactly seem amused. “Stop playing dumb, honey, I think you know what this is about.”
“I… I don’t…” you stammered, your heart dropping further when he reached for his phone.
“Got a text from Steve today,” he explained as he unlocked it. “Wanna guess what it was?”
You swallowed dryly, more sure than ever that it was what you dreaded most. “I don’t know, Sam…”
“I’ll give you a hint,” he grimaced, reading something from the screen. “Kinky virgin horny for cock, 18, freshman at NYU.”
You looked away but he instantly grabbed your face and turned you to look at him. “You know, I let you live here while you were in college so you could get an education. Not be a fucking slut. Did you think I wouldn’t find your OnlyFans? Steve found it first, god knows what he did with these pictures before he sent them to me. Is this what you wanted? Any guy— even a guy we know— to get off to these pictures?”
Your shoulders slumped and your chest deflated as you started to cry. “I’m s-so sorry, Sammy—”
“Don’t call me that,” he sneered. “How stupid are you? Did you think these would stay private? Guys trade these all the time, they’re never secret for long. How long have you been doing this, huh? Must’ve been a while considering the sheer magnitude of content. Looks like your first post was on your 18th birthday— Jesus fucking Christ, you couldn’t wait a minute could you? I was there that day… when did you sneak off to take this little number, huh?”
You didn’t want to look as he turned the phone to you, but his hand tight around your wrist was a reminder not to struggle too hard. You remembered taking the photo, and it had been during your party. The idea of how wrong it would be to strip down in your parent’s bathroom to snap a picture in the mirror had only been more encouraging at the time. For some reason you hadn’t considered that someone would find it; you cringed at the idea that Steve saw you entirely nude, let alone your brother. It was humiliating.
“And what about this one, huh? How fucking slutty are you?” he spat, pulling up another picture and shoving the phone in your face as you were confronted with the image of you on your bed with your legs spread, fingers toying with your clit. “You really don’t leave anything to the imagination.”
“Sam, I didn’t— you weren’t supposed to—”
“Just stop talking. I can barely look at you right now,” he shook his head. “This stuff is seriously depraved, sis. The idea of all these guys drooling all over my little sister… and you actually encouraged them, the fuck is wrong with you?”
Tears poured down your face, and you felt like the anger radiating off of him would burn your skin somehow.
“And don’t give me some stupid fucking sob story about how you’re doing this to pay for school when I know damn well that mom and dad pay for your classes and I pay your fucking rent. You didn’t do it for money; you did it for fun. You did it ‘cause you’re a shameless fucking slut.”
“‘M not,” you denied, “Sam, really— I’m still a virgin, I don’t— you know I don’t do that.”
“You just fantasize about it. And chat with strangers online about it. And make videos going on and on about how bad you wanna get fucked.”
You shuddered as you realized: “You watched one of my videos?”
He grinned and pulled you closer. “Baby… I watched all of them.”
Completely at a loss for words, you silently tried to squirm away only for him to wrap his other arm around you and pull you closer, ignoring your sobs of fear and confusion.
“You’re actually sorta talented, for a dumb little virgin who had no idea what she’s getting herself into,” he purred against your ear, starting to push up your tank top.
“N-no,” you whimpered, “Sam, stop— I’m sorry. I’ll delete the account, I’m sorry.”
“Too late for apologies, little sis,” he cooed, “it’s not just the account. It’s that you made those posts from my apartment, you took those pictures in the room that I gave you. Not to mention the way you walk around in these tight clothes, teasing me just because you can. This goes way deeper than a few dirty pictures, sweetheart, and you know it.”
When you tried to wriggle away again, he seemed to exert nearly no effort at all to be able to spin you around and pull you down into his lap, where the shape of his hard cock pressing against your ass was obvious. “Sam, s-stop, this isn’t funny.”
“Damn right it isn’t funny, I’m dead fucking serious,” he growled against your ear. “What was it that you said in your most recent video, the one where you were wearing a collar and using that gaudy pink vibe on your clit? ‘I need your cock to ruin my hole, daddy’... am I remembering that right?”
Hesitantly, you nodded, and he laughed darkly against your ear as he pulled your hips into his.
“Say it, then. Like you said it in the video.”
“Sam, no—”
“No?” he repeated incredulously. “You can’t say no to me, honey. Cause if you do, I’m gonna send all these pictures and videos to mom and dad, tell them all about how their precious little angel is selling her ass on the Internet with the phone they pay for and the laptop they bought. What are they gonna say to that? Think they’ll take you back after that, let you stay with them when I kick you out? As if. So unless you think one of these creeps online is gonna give you a place to stay, seems like I’m your only option.”
You choked on a sob as you cried harder, hating that he was right.
“So you need to start doing what you’re told, or you’re gonna end up doing a lot worse with someone much less generous than me, got it?”
Terrified of him but unable to imagine the alternative, you nodded.
“Then. Fucking. Say it.”
“I…” you began, sounding weak and weepy compared to the original video you were quoting, “I need your cock… to ruin my hole… daddy.”
“Eh, needs improvement but it’s a start,” he shrugged, throwing you down onto the couch and climbing on top of you. When you tried to protest, or at least turn around to face him, he slapped your ass harshly and it stung even through the denim shorts. “I have needs too, sis. Can’t hardly get any when you’re here all damn day being a fucking cockblock. And frankly, since you started dressing like this and acting like a whore, I haven’t even been able to think about anybody else… can’t get hard for anyone but my slutty little sister.”
He leaned down to press his body against yours, pinning you against the cool leather by your shoulders.
“Steve told me about your account weeks ago, babe… I’ve been getting off to your cute little pictures ever since.”
It made you wince, but it made him laugh. Shame and fear and disgust swirled in your gut and made you nauseous, his grip on you tight enough to leave a bruise as he dug his fingertips into your skin. When he sat back up, he started pulling at your jean shorts roughly, ripping them slightly as he shoved them down to your thighs.
“Wow, look at this pretty little ass,” he groaned. “A thousand guys have seen it, but it’s better in person.” He slapped you again on either cheek, hard enough to make you yelp. “What’s the matter, sis, I thought you liked being spanked? You talk about it all the time. You talk about how you want me to spank you raw and leave marks all over your body, hurt you and break you and claim you.”
“I— I wasn’t talking about you,” you defended, remembering how you always addressed the viewer when dirty talking in your videos, but keeping it generic enough that any guy could imagine it was him.
“Then who did you think about when you got off? Who was it that got you wet for your videos?” he pressed. “Because you’re wet right now… and I’m the only one here.”
You shook your head, you tried to speak to deny it, but words escaped you as he flipped you around and hovered above your face.
“Do you get wet for anybody, baby, is that it? Will you spread your legs for any cock? Or do you just have a special place in your cunt for your big brother?”
Your stunned silence earned you a slap to the face, sending your head spinning to the side as your cheek stung and burned. Just as the heat of the impact really started to get to you, he hit you on the other side, and again, until you finally gave him an answer: “You!” you yelped suddenly. “You, Sam, just you!”
He laughed a little, leaning down and capturing your lips in an unexpected, dominating kiss. It was awkward and sloppy, exactly the sort of kiss one would expect when it was forced; just as passionless and confused on your end as a kiss to your step-sibling should be. But he moaned against you and forced his tongue deeper into your mouth, hands coming down to grope your tits through your tank top and bra. Trying to push him away was beyond useless, and he slapped you again without even breaking his lips away from yours. Soon he was reaching to pull down your top— no, wait, he was tearing through it, and your bra snapped like a rubber band against his strength. When he grabbed your breasts again, without any clothing in the way this time, your nipples were hard and sensitive between his fingers; it was so obvious that he smiled into the kiss, biting your lip playfully. “Wow, you really do like this. Your step brother’s forcing himself on you and you’re such a whore that you’re actually into it.”
He slapped your breast, just hard enough to sting, and you cried out; he did it again and your back arched.
“Yeah, I knew you just needed to be put in your place, little sis. Just needed me to fix your attitude, that’s all.” He wrapped his hand around your neck, not squeezing enough to cut off airflow but obviously threatening it, before leaning down to whisper in your ear: “get on the ground, on your knees.”
Even for what was left of your virginal innocence, you knew what he wanted. Wordlessly, your only sounds the weak little sobs that shook your chest, you slipped out from beneath him and onto the floor by the couch. He shifted to sit in front of you with wide legs, thick thighs spread as he looked down at you with an expression of anticipation.
“Get on with it, honey, I know you know how. Seen you choke on your toys a thousand times.”
After taking a stabilizing breath to cope with what was happening, shivering from the cold air on your exposed upper half, you sat up slightly and reached for his belt. You’d felt it pressed against you before, but now you could see the shape of his cock threatening to burst out of his jeans, so thick and long that you were confident he heard the little gasp you let out. And yet, you knew you had to trek forward, so you began to unclasp his belt before unzipping his fly. He lifted his hips to help you pull his pants and boxers down, but other than that he was too busy stroking the side of your face with his fingers in a move much too delicate for the situation. You stopped breathing for a second when you saw the size of him, his cock bouncing up when you released it to slap against his stomach.
“Sam, I can’t,” you sighed, starting to back away, “I’ve never— it won’t fit.”
“Nah, baby, it’s okay,” he encouraged gently, pulling you closer, “you can take it just fine. Just open your mouth, sis…”
He guided the tip of his cock between your lips, still swollen from his bruising kiss, and you whimpered when you felt his warm skin against your tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked out slow and steady.
“Yeah, just like that, now go ahead and suck on me,” he instructed, groaning when you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks, using your tongue to tease the slit like you’d read online was a good thing to do. He chuckled and bucked up into you, holding your head as he started to pump his hips and slowly fill your mouth to the brim. “See, you can do it— now choke on it.”
When he pushed in until you gagged, your first instinct was to push on his thighs and try to get away for air, but he held you down as he hissed through his teeth.
“I know you can take all of me in your throat if you just stop fucking fighting,” he hissed, slapping you one more time which caused your throat to open up in shock— and it was just enough for him to shove in deeper, groaning at the feeling. “Yeah, that’s it… fuck…” he sighed, moving his hips faster. The struggle for air made your eyes water (although you hadn’t really had much of a chance to stop crying in the first place) as your grip on his thighs tightened. “I bet your pussy is getting so wet for me right now,” he chuckled, “I bet you love choking on my cock, huh?”
You tried to shake your head but you couldn’t really move much; he pulled you off of his length by your hair, just in time to give you a much-needed sputtering gasp for air.
“Fuck, I’d love to fill that pretty throat with my come,” he smiled— a sinister sort of grin that made you shudder as you looked up with him, feeling spit and pre-cum on your lips and chin— “but I know what you want. Since you’ve spent all year begging to lose your virginity on the internet, I figure I’ll be nice and give you what you’ve been asking for.”
Before you could even begin to consider a response to that, he hoisted you up and threw you back onto the couch, spreading your legs as you looked away in shame.
“Yep, I was right, you’re fuckin’ soaked,” he laughed. “You nasty little slut, are you actually getting off on this? Wow.”
A renewed sense of ‘dear god this cannot happen’ shot through you as he leaned down and slid his cock over your folds, teasing your clit with his swollen head. “Sam, stop, please…”
“I’m kind of getting tired of you begging,” he hissed as he leaned down, glaring right into your eyes as you froze beneath him. “I’m obviously not going to stop,” he explained as his hand slipped around your throat, “you dumb fucking bitch.”
Your ability to fight back was taken with your opportunity to breathe, his strong fingers cutting off blood flow to your head quickly as he clamped down on your neck. Instantly you clawed at his hand, your vision starting to go a little spotty, and he laughed at you coldly before letting go. And when he finally did, his hand moved instead to hold both your wrists above your head while the other guided his cock into your pulsing entrance. When he pushed his hips forward, the air was punched from your lungs as your back arched, a sharp pain reverberating over your body from the stretch of him inside you.
“Fuck!” he groaned, pushing in deeper, slow but consistent. “You’re tight, baby, you really did need a cock to ruin this hole, huh? Fuck, ‘m gonna, just hold still…”
But how could you hold still, when every instinct had you moving your hips to try to push his cock out, your hands tightening into fists as they tried to fight against his strength. Of course, now that he was inside, he had a second arm to hold you down with, but the terrifying thing was that he really only needed the one. “Sam!” you sobbed, your own voice sounding foreign with the way it wavered and cracked.
“Yeah, baby, that’s me inside you,” he purred, “that’s your big brother’s cock tearing up this little pussy…”
When he roughly shoved the rest of himself inside, the tip of his cock found the end of you and your eyes shot open. He smiled down at you as he examined your face; twisted in pain, and glistening with tears turned greyish-black by your mascara.
“None of your toys ever went this deep in you before, huh? Poor thing, should’ve known you were all talk… you don’t even know how to take those big cocks you drool over. I can’t even imagine what you’ll be like when I put this in your ass.”
He cackled at the pure terror that danced over your expression, and the way your walls tightened around him briefly.
“Relax, sis, not today. I’m just sayin’, if you want me to keep my mouth shut to mom and dad, you’re gonna have to keep me happy. Lucky for you, I’m very happy right now, snug inside this sweet little cunt of yours…” he trailed off, leaning down to kiss your cheek and moving to suck on your ear, bite your neck, lick up and down over your pulse. He was waiting, you realized, for your body to relax so he could move inside you with less resistance. You were a little surprised he didn’t just jackhammer into you with no regard for your pain, but you had a feeling that part was coming soon anyways.
He reached down to pull your legs up, guiding them to wrap around his hips, and the new angle forced his cock a little deeper which made you squeal. The sound morphed into a stuttered moan, however, when he pulled back out of you slowly, savoring every detail of your walls as he sighed against your skin.
When he slammed back home, your nails dug into your own palms.
“Baby,” he whispered, “you’re close, aren’t you? Just from this. You always came so fast in your videos…”
Irritatingly, he was right; your walls were flexing as more slick coated his thick shaft, dripping down until you could hear the wetness whenever his hips slapped into yours. You couldn’t help it, considering how he pushed right into your g-spot with every stroke inside you, hitting every sensitive place harder and better than any toy ever had.
“See, baby? We were made for each other,” he cooed. “You were made to take this cock. You were meant to be my little fucktoy.”
You hated the way his words only added to your pleasure, pushing you right up to the edge— which his cock slamming all the way into you one last time finally sent you over.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped when he felt the force of your orgasm, smiling pridefully as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against the couch. “So sensitive, sweetheart, and so fucking wet for me…”
He fucked you faster and— somehow— deeper, chasing his own release with aggressive thrusts into you. Each of his low grunts against your ear sent shivers down your spine, your legs around him tightening to pull him closer.
Just as you thought he might find his rhythm for a while and maybe, if you were lucky, be finished with you soon, he pulled out quickly and patted your thigh. “Hands and knees, baby,” he instructed, watching you shakily turn around and lift yourself on weak arms. It was short-lived, though, as he pushed your face back down into the couch cushion, forcing your back into a dramatic arch that made you feel like your body was on display for him. As if that wasn’t nerve-wracking enough, you couldn’t even see him much anymore, which meant you had no idea what he was reaching for when he leaned back— but you heard what it was when he turned it on. “Oh, you recognize this?” he mused. “It was my favorite of everything I saw you use.”
He rubbed the vibrator over your folds slowly, chuckling a little when you jolted each time it brushed against your clit. You didn’t really understand why he would want to fuck you with a vibe when he seemed to have been enjoying doing it himself; but then he slid it up a little higher, to your other hole, and you gasped. “S-Sam,” you pleaded.
“I know you took it here before. I watched you do it. I even heard you the night you filmed it— these walls are thinner than you think, sis.”
Shame burned on your face as you imagined him listening to you put something up your ass for the first time, only for him to see the video the next morning when you uploaded it.
“Do you think it’s gonna feel different when I put it in while I fuck you?” he mused, pushing the vibrating tip of it into your hole. Thankfully it was pretty slender, so the stretch wasn’t bad, but the vibrations were strong enough that you could feel them everywhere, and you realized he would be able to feel them, too, while he was inside you. “You’re gonna be so fuckin’ full, sis, stuffed to the brim just like you wanted.”
He pushed the toy in deeper until your hands clutched at the sofa beneath you, which was apparently his cue to guide his cock back into your drenched pussy. Just as he promised, you felt so full that you had no idea how to cope with it, your legs shaking as you tried not to collapse beneath him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, moving himself and the toy at alternating paces inside you as you mindlessly drooled onto the cushion, your overstimulated body barely able to handle the sensations he was forcing upon you. “You like being my little fucktoy, don’t you? You’re so pretty like this, so pretty being used just like you deserve.”
“Sammy, please,” you sobbed, barely intelligible as you couldn’t really string your thoughts together anymore.
“You want more, huh? Needy little slut,” he snarled, but the way he said it almost sounded like a compliment. It certainly made your heart swell as if it was. He fucked you faster, then, and pushed the vibrator as deep into your ass as it would go until you were sobbing and blubbering and basically just a complete mess beneath him. “Keep squeezin’ me so tight and I’m gonna come inside you, sweetheart,” he moaned.
Some part of your brain was still aware enough to know that that was not a good idea, but you didn’t even really think to tell him not to because you knew he would anyway. Finally, you had accepted that he was going to do whatever he wanted with you and your resistance only brought out his crueler side.
“Fuck, come again for me,” he demanded, “come on my cock while I come inside you— that’s it, cream on my fucking cock while I fill you up, slut.”
It was jarring, the way his words suddenly knocked you over the edge again as you cried out, fresh tears filling your eyes and joining the damp spot beneath your face on the couch. You felt both your holes clenching around the intrusions he had filled them with, your head going fuzzy and your limbs going numb from the intensity of your peak; waves of warmth washed over you as you slumped down a little bit, the distant sound of his praises just barely reaching your ringing ears.
His free hand held your hips tightly while the other kept pumping the vibrator into you, and even through all the overwhelming stimuli going on at the moment, you could feel his cock beginning to flex deep inside you. Each pump of his come painting the deepest parts of you coincided with a low moan from him, the sound so cruelly perfect and forcing your channel to clamp down on him, weakly, one last time.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned as he caught his breath, turning off the vibrator before slowly pulling it out of you and tossing it aside. He kept his cock inside for longer, though, as he rubbed your ass and back gently. “You’re gonna be such a good little fucktoy for me, sis, I just know it.”
He let you drop when he pulled out of you, your spent body limp and leaking on the couch as he stared down at you.
“I think you need a shower, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “But first, you need to give me the password to your OnlyFans so I can help you delete it, okay baby? We don’t need anybody else looking at what’s mine.”
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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭
🍎Warnings: dark!peter parker, manipulation, innocent!reader, smut, triggering themes, oral (male receiving), HOLY FUCK THIS IS WRONG. But holy hell... is it erotic 😏
🍎Read at your own risk!!! You’ve been warned, don’t wanna see it then don’t read it.
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🍎A/N: I am kinda in love with the dark!peter genre of fanfic, so behold the first of many 🙃 THE READER IS IN COLLEGE
“Professor?”
The voice was soft, but with an empty classroom, it was heard by the only one left in the room after his last period, his eyes averting his paper that he was grading.
As her eyes met his from the doorway as she made a soft smile, her bag slung over her shoulder as she held a few books in her hand, her demeanor calm and gentle.
“Miss [l/n], what might I be able to help you with,” the young professor spoke, a genuine smile crossing his face, setting his red grading pen down on his oak desk.
The girl peeked her head past the doorframe, hoping that the classroom was truly cleared out. She was shy, and if there was even one person, she would mutter out a ‘never mind’ and go back to her dorm and settle for the evening. But luckily the room was desolate besides the one person she truly wanted to see.
But Peter was more excited to see her than he should have been. [y/n] was his favorite student, and after things fell out with MJ, he was actually quite lonely. But [y/n]... she was perfect for him. She was brilliant, stunning, but most of all she was innocent.
In the smarts department she was a genius. But when it came to everything and anything to with adult life and culture, she was naive. And a teacher was always up for teaching the inexperienced by any means.
“P-Professor, I was just wondering if you could help me with this paper. I just wanted you to proof read and tell me what I can do to improve it,” she went on, slowly walking towards Mr. Parker’s desk.
“Yes, I guess, I need a break from grading anyways,” he acted thoughtful, even though grading papers was the last thing that he wanted to do.
“Thank you,” she gave a small smile, taking a seat in front of his desk.
But what made his breath hitch made him want to shove everything off the desk and take her right there.
As she bent down to unzip her backpack and get her folder holding said assignment, Peter could see right down her shirt, her breasts on full display, the white bra she was wearing being exposed.
I wonder what color her panties are, so fucking pure, I wonder what noises she’ll make when I-
“Mr. Parker?” [y/n] spoke, visibly concerned, snapping him out of his lust-induced funk he was in, making him blink.
“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, “please, why don’t you read it to me?” He suggested, resting his chin on his knuckles, his full attention on her.
“Oh, um, okay, yeah of course,” she laughed nervously, glancing down at her almost masterpiece.
But as she began to read the words in front of her, Peter was focused on something else more... distracting.
Even though only she torso could be seen over the top of his desk, his gaze trailed up and down her body, practically undressing her with his eyes, taking in every part of her, from the way her breasts looked against her sweater, or the way her hair perfectly fit her face, but most of all her lips.
He couldn’t help but think the most sinful things about them. What it would be like to kiss them, what they would look like wrapped around his cock or sucking on his fingers, or what they would look like if he came all over them.
He watched them as they moved, pronouncing each word with ease, the words she was speaking being practically unheard as she went on. And he didn’t miss the skirt that she was wearing when she walked in, perfect and white, something that just screamed “virgin”.
Time seemed to fly by as his thoughts drifted to sinful things, thinking about taking her on every surface in his classroom. On his desk, against the wall, even on top of the desk she sat at everyday in the front of the room.
“So,” she began to speak, Peter snapping into the real world again, “how was that? I think paragraph two was a little strange sounding, but does everything else sound okay?”
She was like an anxious puppy, emotionally vulnerable to criticism. But she was willing to take help if it would make her paper better. But that was in the back of the professor’s mind.
“It sounds amazing, you’re a really good writer, [y/n].”
This was the first time that the professor had used her first name, usually addressing her formally. It was strange to her, making her shift in her seat.
“I’ll tell you what. I have a special course,” he began, and of course, [y/n] always eager to learn, she perked up, “it a special one-on-one course. I save it for the smartest in each class.”
[y/n] was now completely focused on what he was going to say next, not knowing that this was the thing that would take a toll on her life as she knew it.
“That means you get a good grade on your paper there and even extra credit. It’s a little interactive, if you’re okay with that.”
[y/n] nodded hesitantly, Peter giving a smile that was hard to read, but the red flag went over her head, thinking that it was just another one of his friendly grins.
“Well, Miss [y/n], if you’ll take a seat at your normal desk, we can get started.”
She stood, making her way to her usual desk, taking a seat, Peter giving a shake of his head.
“No, no, take a seat on top of the desk, if you will,”
Without a word, she shifted, propping herself up on the flat surface, her hands folded in her lap, her legs swinging as her ankles crossed.
The position made Peter eager to get this going.
“Alright. Now, I’m going to do something, and I need you to understand that this is for a completely educational purpose, okay?”
[y/n] nodded, letting out a gentle “uh-huh,” before Peter got closer, a comforting expression visible on his face.
He nudged her thighs apart with his hands, treating her as if she might shatter. When he was finally positioned right where he wanted to be, he placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him, her breath hitching, trying to keep the whimper she wanted to let out in her throat.
“I’m going to do something else now, then we can start the lesson,”
And without a response, he leaned in, his face going into the crook of her neck, laying a soft kiss. But one kiss turned into three, and soon the kissing turned into licking and nipping, the whimper now finding its way out of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Peter was in heaven. Her skin was as soft as it looked, her scent smelling like peaches and cider, and he loved the way her neck felt under the mercy of his mouth.
“Your doing wonderful, [y/n],” he muttering into her skin, the vibration making her arms wrap around him, similar to a hug.
He continued, and just before he stopped, me stuck out his tongue and licked a strip up her throat and up to her earlobe, before mumbling, “I think you’re ready to start the lesson now...”
Before she could respond, he pulled back, beginning to speak again, her arms loosening from his torso.
“Now this is a lesson that most people learn in college, but they never learn it the right way,” he began, her anxious gaze meeting his calm and collected one, “what I’m going to give you is a gift. An opportunity not many girls your age get.”
“W-What class is this for...?” [y/n] muttered nervously, “I don’t know if I want this-,”
Peter’s eyes darkened, not liking the sudden disobedience. And she was doing so good...
“You want the extra credit right? Would hate to see what it would do to your perfect grade if you missed out on an opportunity like this,” his voice was dark as he looked into her wide and frightened eyes, “don’t you want a good grade?”
[y/n] nodded, hating to think that there was ever a chance she would get a less then satisfactory grade in her favorite class.
“Good girl,” his voice softened, his hand running up and down soothingly as she began to lose tension, “I just want what’s best for you. You are my favorite student after all.”
[y/n] whispered a small ‘thank you’ but her breath hitched as she felt his hand drift farther up her thigh, up and under her skirt. With a small whimper, he touched her covered clit, making her jump.
She had never even touched herself there, the only thing close being when she would drive over a steep hill and she felt a strange feeling in her gut.
“What are you doing?” She anxiously whispered, Peter shushing her.
“Shh, this is the first lesson. Repeat after me. Pleasure is key.”
She silently repeated. She had never really had a class about something close to this accept for the sex talk they gave whatever many years ago in high school.
She felt so dirty. But what he was doing felt so good.
His actions progressed, pulling her panties to the side, his index and pointer fingers drifting across her folds. She whimpered, her nails latching onto his shoulders, her forehead now resting on his shoulder as she tried to wrap her head around what she was feeling.
“Look at you, your so wet... virgins get wet so easily...,” he growled, finding her clit quickly, making her grasp tighter onto him.
She felt as if she was in a movie. A dirty movie that her friends would sometimes put on. And every time, [y/n] would close her eyes during the sex scenes. But now it was like she was in one.
“I need you to slip off your skirt and your panties, alright? It’s time for another part of the lesson.”
Her nod was full of reluctance, but she did as she was told, her body betraying her mind. Peter watched as her clit was exposed, and absolutely hairless.
He felt like a kid on Christmas. All that time waiting, and finally seeing his gift. And it was just what he had asked for.
“I’m going to slip off your shirt and your bra now. This part requires you to be completely nude,” he said sternly.
Before she would absorb his words, her arms were pulled up, her sweater slipping off, her bra not too soon after. And unlike any other boy would, Peter removed it with ease with no trouble at all.
He stepped away, looking at his favorite student. Her hair was ruffled, her clit swollen as she stayed with her thighs spread, her breasts looking more perfect in person then he ever thought they would.
So many nights had he stroked his cock to the thought of her. The thought of what her body would look like. What sounds she would make. And most of all what she would look like on her knees.
“Absolutely stunning. Get on your knees, princess,” he pointed in front of him.
“Why?”
As soon as it left her mouth she wanted to stuff the word back in, the look in her professor’s eyes making her stomach tense.
“Get. On. Your. Knees.” He gritted, “I won’t ask again.”
She then scrambled to the ground, on her knees and looked up at him, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing against her bottom lip, her doe eyes attached to his wandering ones.
“Pleasure is key, remember? And because you don’t have a partner, you’ll be mine. Now the first part is with your mouth. I’ll show you how to do it to me. And then I will do it to you, understand?”
“Mhm.” She nodded, his hands reaching for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, her eyes glued to his hands.
As soon as he pulled both his pants and boxers down, stepping out of them, [y/n] was transfixed at the sight of such a falic part of the male body.
She had never seen one up close and in person before. It was flushed pink and twitching as if it had its own heartbeat.
“Take it in one of your hands,” and she did as he said, “now cup my balls princess,”
The instructions were easy enough. But it was hard to do. For her at least.
The contact to his cock and the sight of his favorite girl on her knees for him was enough to get him to cum on the spot. But he would rather cum down her throat.
“Open your mouth, [y/n].” He instructed, and she did as he demanded, tears almost forming, “now stick your tongue out,”
She looked so perfect like this. He was ready to make this angel a little less holy. To teach her that this was only something he could give her.
“So good for me,” he weaved his hand through the back of her head and in her hair, pulling her in closer, “put it in your mouth, princess, I’ll do the rest, yeah?”
She couldn’t help but lick it first before putting the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, hoping that she was doing a good job.
But she was suddenly jerked foreword, his cock going into her mouth, his tip poking at the mouth while she gagged. Tears welled up in her eyes, making Peter reach for her hand, holding it as he pulled back out, before sliding right back in roughly. Soon he set a steady pace, the girl below him desperately trying to steady her breaths.
Tears streamed down her face, her mascara ruined, her lips swollen, her hands holding onto his thighs to anchor him. She whimpered and whined against him, wanting to stop but the vibrations from her protest only spurred him on, fucking her face, his perfect little toy.
This was everything he had imagined and more.
“Such a good girl, just like that, you’re doing amazing - fuck -,”
A few more thrusts and he was right on the edge, his hand gripping on her hair tighter and his pace faster.
“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum down your throat, princess, just keep going-,”
When the warm liquid finally oozed out, she began to cough in her desperation for air. He pulled out, grabbing her jaw as he came on her face as she coughed up his cum, sobbing as she gasped for air.
And even though she was almost choked to death by her teacher’s cock, she still managed to let out a rough whimper: “Did I do good?”
“Yes, [y/n], you did absolutely amazing.” He panted, his face flushed, “I think you’ve learned enough for today, we’ll pick this back up tomorrow.” He sighed, grabbing his pants and slipping them back on and the girl scrambled to find her clothes.
Soon enough she was fully dressed, grabbing her bag. But she was soon pulled back by her arm, now facing Mr. Parker.
“Remember, [y/n], this club is only for my best students. Nobody else can know, or else they’ll all want to join. We can’t have that...,” he said quietly, giving a sweet kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes.
“Yes, Mr. Parker...,” she muttered, hugging him gently, “thank you for the opportunity.”
“Of course. You are my favorite student after all.”
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Could you maybe write a little funny and maybe ending somehow in embarrassing apologies and small fluff one shot of either Lance walking in on Erika nude (if I remember correctly the guard has community showers/bathrooms) set after ep. 6? So like after she realizes her feelings but before they get together (maybe a week after they get back to hq after genkaku?) or alternatively Erika walking in on Lance? (Witchever is easier for you to write?) 🙈😂🥺
Hi there! Thank u so much for the ask! Well, you wanted a naked Erika or a naked Lance, but I hate choosing so I've given you both 😌 I hope you enjoy it! I've changed the setting a little bit.
Thanks to my kind, beta reader @rina-nanashiro, you're the best 😚
I'll leave here a small track to improve the setting
TG: Nudity
Erika and Lance's encounter under the cut
After I had entered the crystal, the HQ’s lands became greener and leafier. New, colourful herbage began to grow, desolated paths, where fire and destruction rased one day, only letting lonesome weeds make their way through the infertile soil, were now flooded with dense bushes and fresh grass.
The food was edible and nutritious, the Guard no longer needed to make expeditions to Earth to replenish provisions. Karuto was delighted: he had already written his eighth recipe book.
But not only lands and food were reforming, but the weather and natural phenomena had also stabilized. That was the case of the rainfall: while the unsteadiness of the maana caused irregular periods of storms and hail, with the passing of the years, nowadays the clouds released their water in light, pleasurable rain that allowed lakes and rivers to fill their volume again.
Aldaric told me that a bit further than the heart of the forest rainfall had accumulated over the years in a peaceful, cosy lake with some kind of properties that I didn’t get to catch. Sometimes the sylph used too many technicalities and ambiguous words that made me zone out from his rambling.
Therefore, I decided to visit that `marvellous lake`, as Aldaric described, with just the company of my seifaun. The sunbeams of the afternoon caressed my face as I roamed the thick forest, avoiding some of the huge stones, which were covered with suspicious smelly plants, in search of the so-called lake and paying attention to my companion not to have him hurt himself. Sometimes, the small trail was steep, and while I had to help myself crawling from one tree trunk to another, my little friend seemed to find his way nicely jumping between rock ledges.
Although he had grown these last month, he was still a young curious creature that stuck his nose to everything that seemed worthy of his attention. I was getting a bit impatient, wondering where that lake was. I already passed the heart of the forest and Aldaric didn’t give me much indication about the exact whereabouts, he just said that if it were me, I should find it easily.
What did that mean? I might be many things, but I didn’t know if `Searcher of Magical Lakes` was in my curriculum. And when I said thick forest, I meant it. Their branches were like snakes that climbed high and far, trying to get a hold of the sky. And even though it was still afternoon, and some frolicsome rays pierced the shawl of leaves and limbs that lay upon us, the darkness that invaded some of the most recondite places of the forest was a great detonate to make me lose my way.
Suddenly, my companion happily approached me, slipping through my legs and pushing me towards his discovery. As I arrived, the blossom and shrubbery appeared to give me space to get close to the opening that my friend found.
What I saw was breathtaking.
In the middle of that labyrinth made of foliage, hills and bushes, nature decided to be compassionate, allowing the water condensed in that gap to convert into a peaceful, cosy lagoon.
The water, whose surface was enveloped by a film of pink glisten, fused with a ravine’s flint wall, where some lonesome trees were growing in its rock inlets. The trees’ leaves shamelessly caressed the sparkling liquid as their branches floated over it. A fresh breeze came straight from the top of the valley, balancing branches and the blowing flora, leaving a trail of sounds and colourful smells.
I kneeled in front of the shore and dag my fingers in the water, surprisingly warm and inviting. My little friend nuzzled my leg with a pleading noise, asking me to explore the lagoon. Unable to muter a sound and disturb the composure of the place, I stroked his ears and nodded at him.
I began to strip off my clothes, first the boots and the socks, then the pants, jacket and shirt. I placed it all carefully on the cleanest stone that I could find, I didn’t want any bugs or dirt getting all stuck in my clothing. When I was about to get into the water, I looked at my underwear. It would not be easy to dry them later, and if I wore them all back to the HQ, I might get a cold and Eweleïn would kill me, so I removed them as well and left them above the rest of my clothes.
I warily stepped on some stones near the edge, breaking through herbage, reeds and canes trying to find an ideal spot to dive into the lake.
I was about to jump on another rock when the gaze of a pair of iced, blue eyes froze me on my track. Lance was gawking at me, sunk in the water between some branches in a perspective where I couldn’t see him before.
I felt my jaw drop and we blankly stared at each other for two ageless seconds. He looked genuinely confused as he dared to look down at my body and look at my face again. The flush crept up my cheeks, and before he could finish my name, I screamed at top of my lungs.
The poor alfelis and crowmeros that were resting in the nearest trees flew out terrified at my cry, while I felt like digging a hole in the ground and hiding there forever.
“ERI-” Lance couldn’t finish my name before my foot slipped from the wet rock I was standing on and my naked body sunk into the water.
Fortunately, I didn’t hit my head with a rock as I couldn’t even reach the depth since the lake was deeper than I thought. Maybe drowning in a cute, sparkling pink lagoon didn’t sound so bad after my boss had just seen me naked.
I couldn’t reconsider much more my perfect death before a pair of beefy legs stepped into my blurry, watered sight.
Lance picked me up by the armpits and dragged me out of the water. I took a deep breath when air could reach my lungs again, opening my eyes to look at his annoyed-but-concerned face while I vainly tried to hide my breasts with one arm, placing the other arm’s hand on his bare shoulder to steady myself.
“What were you doing?!” I hissed exasperatedly, feeling hotness on my cheeks as I sensed the warmth of his body under the palm of my hand. We were so close, and... naked!
“What were YOU doing? You should watch where you’re walking if you don’t want to break your head falling on a rock!“ Was he scolding me? Oh, yes, he was clearly doing so! I wouldn’t have fallen in the first place if he hadn’t been there watching me naked!
I was going to answer when I felt something brushing my thigh. Something large and cylindrical, something like… By the Oracle, please, please, was that..? Tell me that it wasn’t his…!
Without wasting a second I tried to push him away, but as I couldn’t reach the bottom and the water already reached my nose, I had no option but to cling on to him again.
I squeezed my eyes and I tried to hold his gaze. “You were staring at my naked body silently between some bushes like a creep!” He looked so offended that I would have laughed if I weren't so embarrassed and we were in other circumstances.
“Excuse me?! Who are you calling creep?” He accommodated himself in a more comfortable position, sliding his arm around my waist and holding my back with the other one. I did my best to shift as well without touching… that. “I’m not the one who decided to go on a stroll naked, and jumping from rock to rock! I couldn’t have known!”
“How come the GREAT Lance didn’t even hear me getting close?! You could have said something! Ask if SOMEONE was there!” Oh please, I don’t think that the one who held the name of Ashkore could have missed the steps of someone when all that could be heard here was the breeze and the water!
He faintly blushed and looked away like a child who has been discovered doing something embarrassing. “I fell asleep. You were the one who woke me up.”
“I’m surprised I’m the one who’s saying this, but did you think it was a good idea to take a nap alone, naked and unarmed?”
He frowned at me like I said a huge stupidity. “This is a fae lake.” And..? What was that supposed to mean? “Also, why are you on this side of the lake? It’s full of rocks and canes.”
“ I… I don’t know? I found an opening here. That ‘stroll’, as you call it, was me trying to find a way to get into the water.”
“Is this the first time you’ve come?” All the annoyance of his mien was gone, replaced with calm curiosity. I was painfully aware of his touch on my back.
“Yes. Aldaric said that I would find it easily, but If I’m being sincere, it was harder than he made it seem.”
“It happens the first time.” he smiled. So that meant that he had been there more times?
“Hold onto me.”
“What?”
“Although it’s beautiful, this is literally the worst place of the lagoon. You can’t even see the sunset. I’m going to take you to a better place, so hold onto me.” Ignoring my confused stare, he turned back and slid one of my arms on his shoulders and neck. “Unless you want to try to swim in a place where you don’t reach the bottom, hitting your legs with spines and stones.”
He began to break through the water and I didn’t have much choice but to embrace his neck with my other arm. I tried to round his waist with my legs without touching him too much, but I ended up awkwardly hanging on like a monkey. “I don’t like getting beaten by rocks but… We’re both naked. It's weird.”
He chuckled and his shoulders shook, my body shaking as well. “It’s only weird because you make it weird. Besides, It’s not the first time I've seen a woman’s body.” I relaxed. If this wasn’t uncomfortable for him it shouldn’t be for me either.
I finally leaned against his warm body, squeezing my legs against his waist. I tried to ignore the way my flesh was in touch with his back as I rested my chin on his shoulders, our faces dangerously close.
He smelled really good.
He expertly moved through the water, taking great strides, his steps firm and secure while I had my head pressed against his shoulder, drowning in the scent of his skin and the caress of the trail of smooth waves that his path was leaving behind.
Just when I thought that I was going to fall asleep, his voice interrupted me.
"We're here." I looked up discovering a large clearing cuddled by a great vast of leafy trees and brambles situated on the shore. The water that now only covered part of my thighs were more crystalline, the film of rose-coloured glitter shining bright under the mild light of the sunset.
I was unlacing my legs from Lance's waist as he held my thighs, helping me land effortlessly. When I pulled apart from his flesh I instantly missed his warmth.
Walking ahead of him I slid the palms of my hands through the surface, the glisten tickling my fingertips. The liquid reached my ribcage and all I could feel beneath my feet was some pebbles and the sand from the depth of the lagoon. I turned my head to look back at Lance; the dragon was standing where I left him, quietly observing my form.
"Aren’t you coming?" He gave me a soft smile and came close. Together, we found a nice location to sit where the sunset could be spotted above the line of trees.
"What does it mean that this is a fae lake?"
He glanced at me to confirm what I asked and looked back to the sky. "It means that this isn't an ordinary lake. These kinds of places are protected by fairies or river nymphs. The reason why it's difficult to find it it's because they purposefully glamour it. They don't allow anyone to come here." Now that made sense why he fell asleep here, alone. "They're responsible for the warmth of the water."
"Why did they let me in?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you avoided the destruction of this world and granted a new crystal which gives them the stability to preserve their lake." If they knew who I was that would also mean that they knew him.
"And... What did you do?"
He closed his eyes and inspired the scent of the air, leaning back and opening his eyes when he replied "Nothing that I shouldn't have done."
I made a pout that he didn't reach to see. My curiosity hated those times when he deliberately avoided my questions. Even though he once tried to destroy all life in Eldarya the fairies of this lake permitted him to enjoy their waters. Could they sense that he changed? That he wasn't the same ruthless person from his past?
I dwelled in that feeling, not feeling guilty at the shrinking of my heart every time I saw him, for the first time. He wasn't the man of my nightmares anymore. That I knew, but never truly felt it until now.
I felt my eyes watering as relief washed over me. I smiled to myself, a tear ran free down my cheek as a response.
"Is everything okay?" Lance was looking worryingly at me, his deep eyes scanning my form trying to decipher what was wrong with me.
I gave him a soft smile, another tear rolling down my features and I drew closer to him, resting my head on his chest.
He embraced my shoulders.
"Yes. It's just... This is very beautiful."
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