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pynkfairyheart · 3 days

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pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

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bro-atz · 5 months

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all tatted up— new tattoos

in which: you decide to surprise san and get your own tattoo

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: smut, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up irl!), tattoos, he calls you kitten a lot, creampies, spanking, a lot of what happened the last time but more?, a little more romantic this time around, completely consensual!

author's note: aubs i blame you for this on— also, the neck tattoo san has in this piece is definitely not "bouncy" :D

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! part one | part two | part three

San had finally listened to you and got that neck tattoo you wanted him to get— he didn’t tell you what he got tattooed yet because he wanted it to be a surprise, but he got it. And because he got fresh ink, the two of you decided to abstain for one more month.

No sex for one month made you think about getting a tattoo of your own. You had always wanted to get one, but you couldn’t decide on what to get, and seeing all of San’s tattoos made you finally decide to actually get one. You couldn’t spend too much time pondering what to get, though, because you wanted it to be fully healed by the time San’s was, and you wanted to surprise him with it.

Not going to lie, your tattoo artist thought you were insane. They liked the idea and the thought process behind it, but getting such a large tattoo for your very first tattoo was indeed sane— but you thought go big or go home and went for the huge tattoo anyway.

“So what’s the plan for today?” your bouncer friend greeted you as you stepped into the bar.

“Hello to you, too,” you said slightly sarcastically. “We’re meeting for happy hour drinks and then going for dinner.”

“We?”

“I’m meeting San here.”

“Ah, I was wondering why you were here so early. Does that mean you’re going to show him the tattoo today?” he asked you, his eyebrows wiggling.

“If you mean sleep with him, then yes. You can just ask explicitly, you know,” you rolled your eyes as you responded.

“Well, we both knew you were going to sleep with him, but he’s actually going to finally see it, right?”

“I don’t even know how I would have sex with him without him noticing it. I mean, it’s huge. He’d have to be fucking blind to not see it.”

“See what?”

You jolted as you heard San’s voice behind you and you turned to see him, his beautiful smile and sudden appearance sending your heart racing. You greeted him with a light hug and led him away from the bouncer, your eyes narrowing as you silently told him to keep his mouth shut.

You and San stood at the bar and ordered a round of drinks before finding a little booth in the bar to sit at. It was pretty empty in the bar at that point since it was the beginning of happy hour— the two of you had made plans to meet at the bar then go for a nice dinner before he took you back home and railed you, but, of course, you had to start at the bar the two of you met at for the first time.

“Can I see the tattoo?” you asked him.

San nodded and turned his head, giving you a nice view of his fresh tattoo. Written down his neck the word “utopia” in the most intricately beautiful font you had ever seen. You wanted to get a better look at it, so you moved and sat right next to the man. Your fingers ghosted over the tattoo, and your nail traced over the letters as you observed it. The man shivered under your touch and bit back a groan before mustering a smile on his face.

“Kitten, we still have dinner reservations to get through,” he whispered.

“I know,” you murmured back while still running the pad of your fingertip along the tattoo.

Before you could turn him on further, he held your hand and laced your fingers with his. However, you weren’t done inspecting the neck tattoo, so you brought your other hand to his neck and stroked the tattoo. San hissed through his teeth as you pressed yourself closer to him, your chest pressing against his arm.

“I was right, you know,” you whispered sensually into his ear.

San cleared his throat, making sure his voice didn’t crack as he asked, “About what?”

“You look so fucking sexy with a neck tattoo.”

“…I’m going to cancel our reservation.”

“No, we should keep it and eat well,” you finally let go of him and cupped his face. “I have a feeling we’re going to need the energy tonight.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” San groaned lightly.

“As advertised.”

When you went back to San’s place, the two of you sat on his couch, his arm over your shoulder. They two of you were in slight food comas, so you were taking it slow that night. He hugged you closer to him as your hand rested on his neck, your fingers tracing his tattoo once again.

San was trembling. The feeling of your fingernail over the tattoo tickled a lot, but it was also steadily turning him on, his crotch getting tighter in his pants by the second. It only got worse when you moved your hand to the back of his neck and rubbed the tattoo with your thumb, your lips meeting his slowly.

You kissed him lightly over and over again, trying to keep yourself from getting too excited since you had yet to reveal your surprise to the man. But he was impatient. He wanted more of you, and he wanted more of you fast. He pushed himself into you as his kisses deepened, his tongue diving into your mouth. Your back was pushed against the arm rest, his arms pinning you in place. He continued to kiss you passionately even while stripping himself of his shirt. It was only when he pressed his bare chest against yours and began to unbutton your dress shirt did you stop him.

“Wait,” you pushed him away lightly. Breathlessly, you whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”

A tiny whine left the man’s lips. He looked at you with the most desperate eyes and whispered back, “This better be good, kitten, because one more month without you was torture.”

You nodded and got off the couch, San following suit. You sat him down on his bed and began to strip for him, the male’s eyes not leaving you for even a second. He watched as you removed your dress pants and unbuttoned your dark blouse. The second the shirt slipped off your shoulder, San immediately saw the surprise. His jaw dropped further and further the more of the tattoo you exposed, and when you completely removed your shirt and bra, his jaw was on the ground.

You did a little turn for him and showed him the full glory of the tattoo. From the top of your shoulder down the side of your torso all the way until your waist was a trail of purple wisterias— minimalist, elegant, and still detailed. You were obsessed with the outcome of the tattoo and honestly couldn’t wait to get San’s reaction to the tattoo the second you saw the artist’s sketch, and this reaction of his was worth the month wait.

“Holy… Fucking… Shit…”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I fucking love it,” San breathed out, his arms outstretched, inviting you in. You fit yourself into his embrace and bit your lower lip as San trailed his fingers from the top of your tattoo to the bottom, the same way you had with his tattoo. “Y/N… This just… You were already so fucking hot. This just made you so much hotter.”

With a sly smile, you straddled him and held onto his shoulders, the man still obsessively stroking your tattoo.

“Did you get it for me?” San asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you.

“Not for you, but definitely because of you.”

“I’ll take it. C’mere.”

You squealed lightly as San flipped you, your back hitting the soft mattress. He had one hand roughly massaging your breast while he left light kisses along your tattoo, his fingers trailing down along with the kisses. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the bedsheets when you felt San rub, pinch, and tug your nipple tightly between his two fingers.

“You like that, huh, kitten?” San’s light voice teased you, his hand fully cupping your breast while the other held your waist tightly.

“I’d like it more if you fucked me already,” you responded in the same tone.

“What, you have no patience?”

“One month, San. One month. I need you now, and I need you bad.”

A puff of air left San’s amused lips. Pushing your thighs up, he brought his face to your panties, and he licked a stripe over your panties from the bottom of your pussy to the top. He sucked on your clit through your panties, the feeling of the fabric, the suction, and the wetness making your toes curl. You moaned and gripped the bedsheets even harder, your nails nearly ripping through the fabric.

San removed your panties, and you were expecting his tongue to return and toy with your clit, so you were completely surprised when you felt something that was definitely not his tongue press against your folds. You pried your eyes open to see that San was fully naked, his hot and throbbing cock rubbing against your entrance.

“A-already?” you stammered, worried about taking his full size in— it had been a month, after all.

“I need you, too, kitten,” San responded as he positioned himself.

He didn’t even give you the chance to respond to that. He pushed the head of his dick into your entrance, but that was it. The tip just kept prodding and teasing you, making you want to slap him and fuck you properly, but you didn’t need to do that. San was just taking his time this time around, which was definitely different from his animalistic self. After he filled you up with his cock, San groaned and exhaled loudly with pure pleasure.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” San moaned as he leaned down and pinned his elbows on either side of your head. “You feel so good, kitten.”

You could only whimper in response. San’s fat cock knocked all of the coherent thoughts out of your head, leaving only profanities to your selection. You gasped as he began to move and bit your lower lip. You occasionally released your lower lip to slip out the word, “fuck,” as San thrusted into you slowly but roughly. The sound of his waist slapping against yours sounded in the room along with the bed spring squeaking. You held teary eye contact with San as he gazed down at you with lust, desire, affection. You reached for his face and cupped it, bringing him down to kiss you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You both became increasingly breathless the more you kissed and the faster he rutted into you, his waist speeding up with every kiss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” San hissed as he broke off the kiss.

“C-cum inside!”

San pressed his waist deep into you and grunted, his cock throbbing inside you as he came. His cum completely filled you up, and when he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you. You reached down and collected whatever was spilling, pushing some of the cum back inside you, leaving you to lick the residue off your fingers. You locked eyes with the man as you sucked on your fingers, the man shuddering at the sight, his cock twitching back to life. Without a word, he turned you over and lifted your ass before re-entering you quickly. You cried as you felt him thrust harshly into you, his cock going so deep that he not only rubbed against your G-spot, but also hit your cervix. You saw stars as you flung your head back, the waves of pleasure about to wash over you.

It was when San ran his hand from your shoulders to your ass did you absolutely lose it— you couldn’t keep your orgasm at bay especially because his burning touch over your tattoo was too much to handle. You moaned loudly as San relentlessly thrust into you, not letting you cum peacefully.

“S-san! Hnngh, I— I’m cumming!” you cried, your entire body trembling.

Finally, San stopped thrusting, his waist pressed tightly against your ass as you creamed around his cock. You spasmed, the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching driving San to ecstasy once more. He held your waist tightly and thrust several more times before spurting his cum into you.

You fully collapsed on the bed when San let go of your, your limbs unable to hold you up any longer. You felt the bed dip as San laid down on the bed next to you, his hand rubbing along your tattoo. You knew that he was just doing it to observe the artwork, but the same way you had been rubbing his neck and turning him on earlier, he was turning you on with the same repetitive stroke.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you,” you whispered to San, your eyes narrowing as you observed the man’s facial expressions.

“Of course, kitten,” San chuckled. He moved his hand down your waist, ass, and thigh, slipping his fingers in between your thighs to tease you. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You were the first to wake up the next morning. San had practically kept you up all night, leaving you to sleep until the sun was fully in the sky. Honestly you were surprised that you were the first to wake up considering how that man had you screaming and crying as he fucked you ruthlessly.

He, while sound asleep, had his hand resting on your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin. You watched him breathe peacefully, his exhales drifting past your neck. You just gazed at the perfection of the man, the shape of his eyebrows, the length of his eyelashes, the rosiness of his lips and cheeks— God, he was beautiful.

San adjusted himself slightly in his sleep, his hair shielding his eyes. You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingertips lingering on his skin as you trailed them along the side of his face, his jawline, and down his neck to his tattoo. You rubbed the lettering on his neck lightly, earning a light grunt from the man, his eyes fluttering open. The second his eyes landed on your face, a smile played on his lips. He kissed your forehead lightly and ran the hand that was on your waist up to your shoulder, his own fingers running along your tattoo.

“Good morning, kitten,” he whispered, his voice low and sexy first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whispered back.

San’s smile grew. “I love it when you call me handsome,” he said quietly before kissing your lips softly, gently, but with the tiniest bit of passion.

You let out a light laugh when you felt his nose rub against your jawline and then into your neck, only to gasp softly when you felt him leave a tiny hickey on your collarbone. His lips ran across your collarbone to your shoulder. He kissed your shoulder and proceeded tiptoe his fingers down your tattoo, his soft lips leaving small kisses in their wake.

It took everything in you to keep yourself from moaning as he shifted downwards entirely his lips going past your tattoo and along your hip and thigh. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as he brought his mouth right to your slick covered cunt. And, first thing in the morning, he proceeded to eat you out.

You shivered and gasped loudly when you felt his tongue lick along your folds before gently prodding into your pussy. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you gripped the roots of his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt with every passing second of pleasure. Your entire body jerked when his nose would brush against your clit just right, and the second he tongued your clit, you were gone for. You pulled his head up just as you felt the tension reach its breaking point, San’s face as you completely squirted and creamed onto the bed, your cry of pleasure muffled by you biting your lower lip.

Your eyes fluttered and your chest rose and fell deeply as your ecstasy faded. A flirty smile danced on his lips as he brought his face to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to give you a taste of your sweet self.

San only gave you so much time to gain your sensibility back when he ended the kiss, a line of saliva connecting your tongues, only for him to turn you around, his forearm squishing your breasts as he locked you into a secure hug from behind. His other hand, meanwhile, moved down to toy with your still sensitive, throbbing clit. His fingers barely rubbed a full circle around your clit before you came again, your back arching as you let out a sweet moan into the morning air.

“S-san, wait, give me a second,” you whimpered as you shifted in his embrace, your waist desperately moving away from your fingers.

“Kitten, it’s not fair if you get to have all the fun,” San’s sensual voice rang in your ear before his teeth nibbled gently on your ear lobe.

San did end up moving his hand away from your crotch, but moments later, his cock slipped in between your thighs, his hand rubbing the length as he slid his cock back and forth, the tip of it brushing against your clit just right. At the same time, he was firmly kneading your breast and leaving dark hickeys along your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as San’s actions evoked more moans and sighs with every passing second.

You were so out of it that you didn’t even realize that San had guided your leg backwards so that it was over his, spreading your legs open. Guiding his cock, he rubbed against you a couple of times before slipping into you. You whimpered and whined when you felt his hips push his dick inside you all the way, your entire lower body throbbing.

“Fuck, kitten…” San groaned. “How are you so wet but still so tight?”

All you could do was nod in response, gasps and moans escaping you as San rutted slowly but powerfully into you repeatedly, your entire body shifting with every thrust. His ruts turned into gyrations which turned into straight thrusts, his tempo increasing exponentially. He lips were right by your ear, his grunts sounding loudly and making you tremble all over just due to the sheer lust that poured from every noise the man made.

You only lost more control of yourself when San intentionally bit your tattooed shoulder and moved his hand to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly as his thrusts sped up and got so hard that the entire bed shifted. Yet, you needed just a little more. You bit your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum as you brought your hand down, your fingers finding your clit and rubbing quickly. When San changed his angle slightly, that’s when you felt yourself so close to another orgasm.

“Fuck!” you cried loudly. “Ugh, I’m cumming San!”

“Wait for me, kitten,” San bit out as he shoved his dick further into you. “I’m close too.”

San, with one final thrust, went deep into you, hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. San’s cum spurt heavily inside you as your entire body trembled, the waves of pleasure overtaking you as you saw white.

After a moment of stationary rest, you managing to open your eyes, a deep, serene sigh leaving the depths of your soul. San echoed your sigh and rested his chin on your shoulder. His cock was still buried inside you, pools of white leaking out the sides of your cunt. Knowing San, you thought he was going to pull out and watch his seed pour out of you and say something about how hot he thought it was, but no, he did not do that.

Instead, his dick remained inside you as he ran his tongue up your neck. His hand pushed your head to meet his, his lips consuming yours and shoving his tongue so far down your throat that every single one of your nerves short-circuited. It didn’t help at all when his hand rubbed up and down your tattoo, the feeling his fingernails lightly scratching along your skin running shivers of excitement down your spine.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” you whispered in between kisses.

“Only when it comes to you, kitten.”

#ateez #choi san #san smut #san x reader #ateez san #choi san ateez #san ateez #broatz #choi san smut #ateez smut #cromernet

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iwanty0uu · 7 months

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Pussy Monster

Pt 4┊͙✧˖*°࿐

His tongue glided against your lips, asking permission to enter, you slightly opened your mouth, swirling your tongue around his. The sweet taste of him marinating of your tongue made you desperate for more. Your hands found their way to his wife beater, lifting it off of him. He raised his hands, watching the thin piece of material glide off of his body, revealing his tatted chest and abdomen.

His lips met your neck, sucking and biting your sweet spots, not afraid to leave a trail, he kissed your supple breasts, and licked the piercings in your buds. He massaged the one that wasn’t in his mouth, making sure to not neglect any part of your body.

“Mm sorry mama” he moaned out between kisses, your clit now throbbing caused your shorts to dampen, you rubbed your pearl against it’s stitching, trying to stimulate yourself in some way.

But Connie didn’t let this go unnoticed, he slid his hand under your waist band and massaged your clit, rubbing his initials all over your pretty pussy.

Your breasts were now a shade of purple due to the love bites, and the room filled with your soft harmonious moans, they were enough to make him nut right then and there, you bit your plump lips, grinding your hips to enhance the pleasure.

But your impatience grew, and eventually, you threw the shorts aside, and mounted Connie, pulling his sweats down to his knees, and pulling his hard ,pink, wet dick out his ethicas.

your ass better be grateful for menstrual cups.

“You been feenin for this pussy huh papa?”His eyes refused to meet yours, grabbing his neck to look at you, his hazel eyes now glued on yours ,” How you know?” His sharp canine teeth poking out of his mouth,

His tongue licked his grillz that rested and fit perfectly in his mouth, studded with diamonds and gold, you admired the mustache you gave him after he begged for you to sit on his face.

At the end of the day he was your man and yours only, no matter how annoying he was.

You forced his dick into your tight hole, squeezing him in every right place,

“Fuckkkk” he whispered out, gripping your plush thighs, slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, but you planted your hips on his dick, not moving an inch.

“You think imma let YOU fuck me after today?” You asked slowly lifting,then slamming down on his dick, which earned you a shudder from an overstimulated Connie.

He forced his eyes open as you slammed down harder each time, while gripping on his bedsheets for balance, “Oh fuuuckk Ma , baby I’m so sorry,” he moaned nearly whimpered.

You felt yourself coming close, the euphoric feeling about to arrive as your clit rubbed against his abdomen, you grabbed his neck, tightening as you felt his dick twitch,

“How dat pussy feel baby?” you asked speeding up your pace. You were determined to make him cum before you, “Mmh baby I’m boutta-“

You lifted yourself off his dick for the last time and quickly took his member into your mouth, your tongue explored his pink tip, licking over his long and warm shaft.

Your tongue picked up the mixture of both of you, and swirled around his tip again, you held the rest of his length in your hands as you swallowed his tip.

You felt him pushing your head away from him, but he couldn’t get off that easy, you hummed into his dick, while your hand mindlessly found its way back to your hole, thrusting in and out as you worked your magic.

You felt your boyfriend’s legs shaking beneath you, cum dripped out of your mouth, you slowly lifted your head up to take on the pornographic scene above of you.

Connie was a moaning mess, whimpering, eyes watering, toes curling, gripping the sheets and all, you took his dick in your mouth one more time, and let go.

“Damn i did my shit huh” you giggled as he jumped from the sensation, licking the remaining fluid off your hands. He was still sensitive, but the way his head rolled back, and how his dick tensed up even minutes after you sucked him off proved he learned his lesson.

“Now don’t ever do that shit again,” brushing the dust off your knees, picking up the pillows that ended up on the floor, you turned your attention to a barley conscious Constance.

“I promise Mami.. I won’t”

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Kinktober Special-

I hope you liked thisss, i’m a lil rusty but i missed writing have a good time my babies <3 ~ lele

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butterscotchpiesandguys · 6 months

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Bad Boys Get More

I had been working my office job for years now, at least 3. I talked my way up and had been happily ready to be promoted. But last time someone got it over me, no big deal. I wasn't concerned. I mean he was here longer than even I was! So of course he did! And then this month I had applied and interviewed again for a manager spot. Even higher than I got before. Unfortunately... I had been passed up again.

This time was different though. This time was much much worse. It was some guy with tats all over his body. That wasn't the only problem either. Devin, the new "manager" and guy in question, just didn't show up to work some days. So I decided enough was enough and I tried to confront my boss about it. It was his decision ultimately.

"Hey." I said a bit annoyed, but trying to conceal it. "Mind if I have a piece of your time, Henry."

My boss looked at me, he was also a bit younger... not as young as me but not old old? Probably just about 40. "Yeah sure, what's it about." He said a bit plainly as he walked back into his office, me following.

"It's about Devin." He nodded, knowing what I was going to say. "Why was he chosen over me? I mean... he has such shit attendance! He barely even did his job!"

By now Henry was a bit upset, I had been talking about this for the past week to other co-workers and he had overheard it. This was his decision and now he'd let me know why. "You wanna know why Devin got the job instead of you? One simple reason. He's chill."

"What?"

He continued as if I hadn't said a word. "Devin's a cool guy, he's been here a little less than you, sure, but he won't complain when someone else gets the job instead of him." He looked at me and nodded, as if knowing something.

"But he hardly looks professional!" I blurted out.

"Neither do you, Colt." Colt? Who's Colt? "But don't worry, we don't discriminate here against what's on someone's body. Which by the way, what are all of yours about?" He pointed to my arm... what was happening to it?! Black writing was going down it and ink filled it up. Making images, Henry came over and looked at my arm.

"Oh that? That's a meaning between someone and... wait... no..." I tried to resist.

"No need... dang, what gym do you go to? I would ask the next question on our interview but you've worked here for a while and I do know you can lift more than 50 pounds now." I looked at my bulking up physique. I tried to stop it but it just looked like I was flexing more. I held back a chuckle.

"Well... I think the interview might be done. You have the job, unless you have questions for me."

"I-I... What did you do to me?!" I stood up and looked at my body. My clothes clung to every bit of me, an outline in my pants and pecs obvious.

"Why Colt, I just made you able to get the job you wanted. Trust me. We were going to give it to you anyways but with how you were acting? Devin put in a good word at least. Said all you needed to do was be more like him. So... there ya go." He stood up and shook my hand.

"You'll get used to your new life during your shift with Dev tonight, shouldn't take long. Tons of changes... hopefully you find them all for the better." Henry smirked as he walked out. Devin came into the room.

"Glad to see you finally got 'your' Position dude. We're gonna have fun tonight..."

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lanadelnegan · 8 days

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Tattoo - part 2 (final)

Teacher!Negan x F!Reader

Summary: After your art teacher gives you a tattoo that will always remind you of him, he wants a matching one. But he wants you to give it to him.. while you "give it to him."

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap, p in v, blowjob, teacher-student relationship, giving Negan a tattoo while you ride him, (if teacher-student relationships and/or age-gaps are not your thing, please do not read.)

Part one here

Finally posting this after a century! Sorry it took so long. xx

“Are you insane?!” I stood with the tattoo gun in my hand, mouth dropped open as I watched him get comfortable on the leather couch. He sat shirtless with his legs spread perfectly apart.

“Probably.” He grinned, flashing his pretty teeth and deeply ingrained dimples that I've become obsessed with over the years.

“Seriously.. Negan.. I’ve never tattooed someone before, obviously, and-“

His head fell to the side as if he didn't want to hear my excuses. “You’ve taken my art class four times. More than any other student at that damn school. Did you learn anything, or were you too busy fantasizing about the teacher?" He smirked.

"... I didn't learn how to give someone a tattoo."

"No different than drawing, baby."

"I can barely do that." I shrugged. "Why did you even pass me?"

Negan let out a chuckle, leaning his head back against the couch for a moment. "I think we both know the answer to that." We both fell silent as I looked unsure about what he was asking me to do.

“I’ll start it. Would that make you feel better?” He asked. I nodded, knowing there’s no way I could do this by myself.

“Hand me that pen over there?” He nodded towards his desk. I grabbed a purple outline pen to give him and he took the cap off with his teeth before easily drawing the most perfect baseball bat I've ever seen on his chest right about his left nipple. He tossed the pen aside and started the tattoo gun, bringing it close to his chest.

“Stop.” I blurted. “You don’t have to do this.”

Negan scrunched his brows at me. “I don’t do anything I don’t wanna do, sweetheart.” He said before carving a small line over the purple outline on his skin, not flinching an ounce. He stopped after making a small mark on his skin, then handed me the tattoo gun while patting his lap for me to sit.

He can’t seriously want me to sit in his lap while I permanently mark his body.

“Take your clothes off first, baby. Give me something to look at while we do this.”

I sat the tattoo gun to the side before slowly undressing for him until I was completely bare and cold, shivering in front of him.

“Mm, so fucking beautiful.” He praised, seeing my perky nipples on display for him. I noticed the straining bulge in his pants before I even sat down. I straddled him carefully and settled into his lap while facing him, cautiously holding the tattoo gun in my hand.

“You got this, darlin’.” He encouraged me, probably because I looked like I could faint any second. Sitting in my hot teacher's lap and tattooing his chest wasn’t something I thought I'd ever do.

“What if-“ I started but he cut me off.

“I don’t care.” He said in almost a whisper. “You could draw little hearts and fuckin' butterflies all over me, and I wouldn’t care as long as you’re hovering that sweet pussy over me. The tat? Is the last thing on my mind right now, doll.”

With that, I brought it to his skin and began making a line before I could talk to myself out of it. I felt Negan’s eyes burning into me, and his face was close enough to mine for me to smell the mint and tobacco on his mouth. Negan let out a breath that resembled a moan when the needle tore through his flesh.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, continuing my surprisingly impressive line.

"No." His voice was hoarse and raspy. "Feels fucking good."

I felt the bulge in his pants grow bigger underneath me and wanted to grind against him but couldn't move without possibly messing up. Negan watched me intensely before I felt his hand drift down to my center. I shivered when he ran a finger through my wet slit and saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

"Negan. I need to be still. I'm not messing this up."

"Then be still, darlin'. Don't mind me." I heard the zipper of his pants and glanced at him, giving him a silent warning that whatever he was about to do wasn't a good idea.

Negan grabbed my wrist gently and I pulled my hand away from his chest as he lifted my hips slightly and guided me over his length. I sat down completely, taking him so deep that it hurt.

"Negan.." I moaned, and he moaned with me, keeping us still and not moving while his cock was all the way inside me.

"Finish what you started, baby." He said, gesturing to the tattoo gun still in my hand. Hesitantly I started again, going slower this time. I felt his cock twitch inside me when the needle hit his skin, and almost whimpered at how full he made me feel, pressing tightly into my walls.

"You never answered my question, doll."

"Hm?" I asked, focusing on the tattoo and trying to ignore the throbbing sensation in my cunt.

"Did you learn anything in my class?"

I smiled for a moment, thinking of a clever answer. "Of course. I learned that.. I wanted you. Safe to say I did more fantasizing than listening to you yap about art, although listening to your deep voice did help with the fantasies." I giggled.

"Yeah?" He asked, tightening his grip on my hips as he fought the urge to thrust his hips upwards. "What exactly did you fantasize about, doll?"

"So much. But.. my favorite was thinking of you bending me over your desk. Or sucking your cock underneath your desk while others were around and had no idea."

"Fuuck." Negan breathed out heavily as he rested his head back against the couch. "Keep going, baby. I want to hear more."

"I would always stare at the front of your pants."

"I noticed." He chuckled.

"And I'd imagine what it looked like. How big you were."

"Yeah? What do you think? Was it what you imagined?"

"Bigger." I said truthfully, getting close to being finished with the tattoo.

"Sweetheart, I need you to hurry the fuck up and finish. My dick is gonna fucking explode if I don't move soon."

"Already done." I pulled the gun back and smiled, admiring my work and being pleasantly surprised. "Take a look."

Negan ripped the gun out of my hand and tossed it on the floor. "Later. Bounce on my fuckin' dick, now." He said desperately as he adjusted himself lower on the couch.

I happily obeyed him, placing my hands on his shoulders, being careful not to touch his reddening pecs. It felt so good to finally move up and down on his cock, so I dropped my head back and rode him fast and hard while my tits bounced in his face.

Negan leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth, slurping around it and groaning as I fucked him. I screamed out, knowing we were the only ones there and I could be as loud as I wanted.

"Fuuuck, baby." He said breathlessly, leaning back again and looking up at me. "You look so fuckin' pretty with my dick inside you." His thumb dug into my hips, brushing against my fresh tattoo that now matched his own.

"Negan! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, letting my orgasm rip through me while my legs shook and collapsed until I sank all the way down on him again, not able to hold myself up.

"Goddamn! Look at the mess you made all over me." He said proudly and I looked down between us, seeing the pool of wetness where our bodies were connected.

"Sorry.." I said, blushing.

He hummed, looking up at you. "I don't believe you. Why don't you get on your knees and clean up your mess? Show daddy how sorry you are?"

He kissed me before I climbed off his lap and onto my knees in the floor, settling between his spread legs. His cock stood tall between his legs and I finally got a chance to admire it. Wrapping my hand around it, I stroked him slowly, studying every vein in his impressive length. I imagined the sight of this for so long, and I wanted to enjoy it.

Pushing his hard cock away, I dipped my head between his crotch and sucked one of his large balls into my mouth, moaning around it. Negan's leg twitched at the sudden sensitivity as he gently wrapped his hand in my hair.

"Shit, baby. Been awhile since someone's had my balls in their mouth. Forgot how - oh, fuck - how good it feels."

I gave the other one some attention before finally licking up his shaft until I reached the tip, wrapping my mouth firmly around his thick head. He tasted like a mix of my pussy and his precum and it was the most heavenly thing I had ever experienced. I savored it as I took him as far as I could in the back of my throat, gagging slightly before pulling back. I continued this for awhile, taking turns sucking and stroking him until my mouth was dripping with spit and his dick was soaked.

"Ohhh fuck, baby, you ready for my cum?" He said quickly, guiding my head back to his cock. He let out a loud, strained groan as I felt him empty himself down my throat. I moaned around him, not pulling away until every drop was swallowed.

Negan leaned down, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me towards him for a kiss. I slipped my tongue in his mouth, letting him taste us and his eyes fluttered shut.

"I should have failed you." He signed when he finally broke away from the kiss.

"What? Why?"

"Art won't be the same without you. I dunno if I want to teach anymore now that you're graduating."

"Don't be silly. You've always loved art."

Negan chuckled, pulling me into his lap again. "No.. I've always loved you."

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drabblesandimagines · 5 months

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Dove (part six)

Leon Kennedy x female reader - the slowest, slow burn I swear Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five.

After the two of you had finished dinner, you’d began clicking through the channels in search of something to watch. It was far too early to go to bed, or even pretend to go to it - you’d just be staring at the ceiling, alone with your thoughts. Leon had insisted on taking the dishes to the kitchen despite your offer to help, said he’d leave them in the sink to soak. You know that’s a task you’re not going to be able to handle until your arm is free of the sling, fingers unsplintered. You want to say you’ll do all the cooking and cleaning when you can, but that implies that you think you’ll still be in the safe house, with him, in however long it’ll take to be free of the sling...

By all intents and purposes, Leon had planned to wait until you’d gone to bed to pull together his report, but the fact that Hunnigan hadn’t replied to his text yet was giving him an unsettled feeling in his gut. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, tit for tat - no information for him until he gave information to her.

After setting the dishes and pan in soapy water to return to later, he’d come back to the sofa and picked the laptop up off the coffee table, almost reluctantly.

“Er, I’m gonna start my report now, if that’s all right?”

You look at him, noting the laptop now tucked under his arm. The report, of course – he hadn’t typed it up yet, couldn’t have, not when you’d sobbed and then napped all over him.

It’s like emotional whiplash - the soft, almost domestic moments where you could pretend this whole situation was normal - it’s dinner and a movie with a friend, first date vibes but both of you too cautious to make a move.

And then there’s the startling reminder that, no, actually, you’re not even home, in a one-bedroom bungalow, no idea where you are in the state, or what state, with a man, a bodyguard you hardly know, after very nearly being murdered the day before and could possibly be murdered in the days to come.

You must’ve stared too long in response as he raises his arm to rub the back of his head – you wonder if it’s a nervous habit.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Dove. The report’s just a formality after the interview earlier, and it’s better that I submit today. It’s fine if you’d prefer not to be in the room, though. If you’re not comfortable, I can wait until you’ve gone to bed.”

“Oh… No, go ahead.”

“Are you sure? I’ll be listening over the audio again but I’ll use headphones, so…”

“Yeah. It’s fine – needs to be done, as you said.” You smile, turning your head back to the TV to end the conversation.

Leon had sat on the other couch, laptop resting on his knees, plugged in a pair of in-ear headphones. For over an hour, you’d heard him tap away at the keys, brows furrowed in concentration when you’d chance a look his way. The last few times his eyes haven’t been on the laptop screen but that of the TV, watching the dumb romance movie you’d settled on during your channel searching, hoping it would prove a good distraction.

“Leon…” You feel rude for interrupting his work, but he’d tugged out an earbud, hasn’t typed anything in a good while now, definitely not since the last ad break.

Not that you were keeping track.

“Mm?” He hums in response.

“Can I…?” He looks over as you clear your throat - start over. “Can I ask you something? If you’ve got a minute.”

There it is - the encouraging smile. “Of course, Dove.”

“It’s going to sound stupid, but those things – were they BOWs?”

“The Lickers?” The smile drops as he tugs out the other earbud. “Yeah, they are.”

“Lickers?” It sounds too cutesy for what they are, like a lollipop brand for kids and not indescribable monstrosities.

“There’s probably some scientific name that Umbrella would use, but that term came from a cop that first saw them in the Raccoon City Police Department. I guess we kinda kept the name as a weird tribute.”

“Right.” Maybe it was the cop’s way of trying to make them less terrifying on first sight.

“Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t think BOWs were actually…” You swallow, though you know it’s not going to dislodge the lump in your throat now. “..things, if that makes sense. Like, I knew we were trying to protect the public from biological warfare threats, but I thought it was man-made diseases, or poisoning the water supply… That sort of stuff.”

“You’re not wrong. Those things were once human, mutated by a man-made virus. I’ve had a fair amount of experience with different iterations of the virus over the years, unfortunately.”

“Mutated…?” You feel sick as the image once again flashes in your mind’s eye, the grotesque features of the Lickers juxtaposed with those of humans, your colleagues… “Fuck.”

“Yeah - fuck.”

“God,” you exhale, but it doesn’t feel enough. “I’ve been so naïve to what I’ve even been doing all these years - I didn’t know what we were actually trying to prevent.”

“You sound like you think you’ve been doing something wrong.”

“Well, maybe I have.” You protest. “What if I missed something that led to that the other day?”

“You did not miss anything.” He says firmly, closing the laptop – you’re not sure if he’s concluded his report or not. “Is that what happened to everyone - they were infected and then they mutated into those… those things?” You can’t bring yourself to say the identifier out loud.

“No, Dove, the… The bodies they recovered matched with the amount of people signed into the premises. Excluding you, obviously.”

“So, someone brought them there and set them on us?”

“Maybe. They’re still working on how they got in the building. They don’t exactly use doors, so…” He laughs, though it’s half-hearted.

The lump feels too big in your throat, tears burn at your eyes as you drop your head down but you know you’re not quick enough.

Leon stands, soft footsteps on the carpet as he circles round the coffee table and sits down a cushion’s width away from you.

“Sorry – it was a bad joke.”

You shake your head, sniffling a little, eyes fixed on your thighs. “No, it’s not that, or you. It’s so stupid, but I wish I could go back and stop it…”

“I know.” He places a hand down on the sofa, swivels his knees in your direction. “But it doesn’t help to think like that – trust me. And I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to keep going.”

“And you’ve faced those things before.”

“More times than I’d like to count.”

“How do you stop them?” You look up then, wiping away the tears from your cheek with the heel of your left hand.

“You couldn’t have done anything differently back there, if that’s what you’re thinking. A couple of gunshots to the head or an explosion is the only thing that’ll stop them.”

“You can’t… you know, turn them back?”

He shakes his head, looking solemn. “Afraid not.”

“Maybe for the best. I don’t think I’d want to be turned back if I’d…” If you’d ripped off your colleague’s head.

“Hey, that is not going to happen to you.” He leans forward, places his hand on your knee - having you fall asleep in his arms earlier has removed all sort of boundaries, it seems. “I promise.”

You shake your head then. “You can’t promise that.”

“I can. I am going to keep you safe.” He pauses – wind it in a little, Kennedy. “And if it makes you feel better, you won’t be the first. Want my credentials? I rescued the President’s daughter from a cult, got her home safe.”

“The President’s daughter?” You hadn’t heard about that, but then again why would you? Probably wouldn’t want it announced to the world that the leader of the free world’s daughter had been abducted.

“Mm. She had a codename and all – Baby Eagle.”

“But you would know her name.”

“Yeah, but still used codenames on official comms.”

“So, what would happen if I told you my name?”

“Er, well, I’d…” There’s the arm raise, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’d have to report in to HQ that your identity had been compromised, I’d be redeployed elsewhere and you’d get a new security detail.”

“Why?”

“Part of your protection is that I’m not a risk of revealing your identity if hostile forces used… certain methods of interrogation if we were to be captured.”

Your stomach twists at the code. “Torture?”

“I suppose.” He shrugs, like he’s going to collect your mail or water your plants when you’re on vacation as a favour.

“No, you can’t… How can you shrug at the prospect of being tortured for me? You don’t even know me.”

Leon wants to say he does know you, not completely but there’s things he’s picked up over the course of the day that he feels reasonably confident on. You don’t do good with sitting idle, has the feeling you keep yourself busy when you’re not locked in four walls. He got the feeling you’re thorough and proud of your work, or you were before this doubt crept in.

You like coffee with a splash of creamer, honey in your oatmeal. You don’t have any close friends or family nearby that will be wondering why you’ve gone AWOL just yet… ..and you’re definitely single, because if you had someone waiting at home you would’ve mentioned it they spoke about whisking you away to a safe house, or when Hunnigan said she was going to search your place.

He smiles. “I know you don’t deserve any of what’s happened to you over the last 24 hours, and that’s reason enough.”

“How can you be so sure I don’t?”

“Experience, Dove. Been in this line of work for a long time and, more importantly, I’ve been where you’ve been, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, relenting. “Sorry, my head’s just…”

He squeezes your knee. “I know.”

You leave the bathroom later that evening – Leon had ducked in at some point and prepared your toothbrush again – and find him leaned over the sink, scrubbing at a pan and a cloth draped over his shoulder. He’s left out the medicine – two painkillers, two sleeping pills - on the counter, next to a glass of water. It feels oddly domesticated again for what all of this is.

You walk over to the counter, slowly, as he continues washing the dishes.

“I forgot to ask earlier. Have there been any updates?”

He turns, gives you a sympathetic smile. “Not yet. But it’s only the first full day of the investigation, so I’m sure I’ll hear something soon, especially since I’ve sent the report over.”

He’d sent it whilst you were in the bathroom, half-expected Hunnigan to ring right there and then but his cell had remained silent, so he’d moved his attention to the dishes.

“Yeah, suppose other things will take precedence too.” Other things meaning families to inform… What would they tell them?

You take a swig of water before picking up the pills, swallowing them all down in one. Knowing how quick the sleeping aids helped yesterday, you’re aware there’s only a limited time before you’ll feel the effects kick in.

“Well, goodnight, Leon.”

“Wait a sec.” He pulls the cloth off his shoulders and hurriedly dries his hands as you watch on, curiously. He fiddles with the watch around his wrist, pressing a button on the side, then undoing the strap before he holds it out to you. “Here, so you can tell the time. I know there’s no clock in there, so…”

You stare at the offering, not raising your hand to take it. “But what about you?”

“Got my cell.” He pats his pocket, then holds the watch out again. “It’s yours, if you want it.”

You step forward to take it, gripping it a little too tightly in your fingers. It must be your imagination because it feels warm, but that can’t be right.

“Sleep well, Dove.”

Without another thought, you lean up on your tip-toes and press a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

“Thank you.”

You swivel on your heels and walk into the bedroom, closing the door without looking back, missing out on the sight of a flustered DSO agent in the kitchen.

If it wasn’t for the sleeping pills now coursing their way through your system, you would’ve been up for hours longer, heart pounding at what you just did. Instead, you climb into bed, close your eyes and it isn’t long at all until sleep washes over you, his watch still clasped in your hand.

Leon’s phone finally vibrates with Hunnigan’s caller ID as he enters back into the living area after finishing his perimeter check. Had to do two rounds of the building because he knew he was too distracted on the first by your kiss, admonishing himself for being so put out of joint by a simple gesture. After his second, more thorough check of the area and confident there was still no sign of any unwanted guests, he’d headed back into the building, making sure everything was locked up before he answered the call – placing the phone up to his ear on the opposite cheek that you had kissed.

“Hunnigan!” He answers, a little too jovial, would lower if his voice if he wasn’t confident you’ll be fast asleep by the amount of time that’s passed since you took your medication. “I was getting worried you’d forgotten all about me.”

“I’m sure.” Her voice is a little tense, but he can tell she’s tired. “Just finished your report.”

“And?”

“Well, it’s not exactly airtight.”

He rubs the bridge of his nose, holding in a sigh. “What happened to innocent before proven guilty?”

“That’s why I’ve put Dove in a safehouse with you, rather than in a cell.”

“So, restrictions remain?”

“Restrictions remain.”

He rolls his eyes, grateful it’s not a video call. “Did you search her place?”

“Unfortunately not. The President wanted the surveillance department back up and running ASAP, so all available manpower had been diverted to that. The tech analyst, however, has confirmed that the breach on the database yesterday wasn’t what you’d call successful.”

Leon walks around the sofa, drops on it a little too heavy. “You don’t sound particularly thrilled by that.”

“I’m not - the attempt itself was successful, but as soon as the system detected the forced entry, it wiped itself. Every subject that was still under surveillance has been lost.”

“Maybe that’s what they were trying to achieve.” He frowns. “Is there seriously no back-up server?”

“Analyst seemed to think it was their protocol, but it’s just a theory. Everyone who knew exactly how that division had their server set up is no longer with us.”

There’s a pause and he can hear Hunnigan tapping away at her keyboard as usual. “There is something I need to inform you of, though.”

“Right.”

“The tech analyst found the CCTV feeds have been tapped. They couldn’t trace where the feed was being diverted to, but it was definitely a system not within the DSO infrastructure. It’d been active since the attack, but they cut the connection when they discovered it.”

Leon frowns. “So, you’re saying that whoever orchestrated the attack could’ve been watching the cameras since.”

“Mm.”

“And if their objective was to leave no survivors…” Leon’s eyes focus on your bedroom door.

Hunnigan stops typing. “They’ll know they’ve failed.”

Part seven.

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motions1ckness · 4 months

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“Girl Next Door”

Julien Baker college!au

summary: you’re visiting your hometown from college and the new neighbor’s daughter is visiting too.

content: smut, f!reader, dom julien, overstimulation, straps, submissive reader, minor use of pet names

“Do you know if the coffee shop I always went to is still open?” You yelled down to your mom, who was bringing in the last of your luggage from the car.

“I think so, but it’s almost 4 honey. I also forgot to tell you about the new neighbors.” She trailed on as you made your way down the stairs to get your bag from her, “they’re across the street and they told me they also have a daughter coming back from college; you should say hi, she’s a music major,” your mom beamed. You took the bag from her and offered a weak smile.

Honestly, you hated introducing yourself and feeling forced to say ‘hi’ to people you barely know. So, hiding out from the new neighbors seemed easy enough. “Yeah if I see them,” you responded, making your way up the stairs and setting the final bag on the wooden vanity that’s been in your room since you were in the first grade. You gave yourself a look in the mirror before losing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your keys, “Alright I’m gonna head out, I’ll be back before 6 probably.” All you got back was a murmur. The new neighbors and their mysterious daughter were the last thing you wanted to think about as you finally shut the front door.

Directly after locking it, you saw her. She seemed to be getting her stuff from the back of her truck as the two of you stopped. It was quick, but you could feel her studying your body, then your lips, before darting to your eyes again. Heat scattered over your face, contrasting with the brisk weather. Her lips curved into a smirk as she continued getting her stuff from the back, and you resumed on your way.

The ride was loaded with second-guessing and arousal as you kept playing the moment in your head. And it kept playing as you pushed open the doors to the cafe, the nostalgic scent soothing your nerves. After placing your order, you claimed your favorite spot in high school and often spent hours cramping for a test the next day. In an attempt to control the racing thoughts about the neighbor's daughter, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, trying to relieve yourself of this fascination. A subtle chime from the door whistled, commanding your attention to none other than her. Her eyes flickered to yours before ordering and then walking towards you. Your breath was caught in your throat as the girl you’ve been trying to get out of your head was directly in front of you.

“Mind if I joined you?” Her voice was warm, and before you could think you were nodding. She took the seat across from you, and you made a mental note of her toned arms and how good they’d look- “ I’m Julien, by the way.” You had exchanged names and noticed her thumping on the table with her tatted fingers. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Julien stated, gaze fixed on you.

“You have? Like what?” You wanted to kick yourself for not thinking of a better response but blamed it on her boldness and your extreme attraction toward her.

“That there was a cute girl also visiting from college across the street. Had to see it for myself.” A familiar flush covered your cheeks as her eyes landed on your lips.

“I hope I live up to the expectation,” you responded meekly.

Julien smirked, tilting her head slightly, her gaze piercing, “You definitely do,” her comment made you more giddy than you’d like to admit, “I feel like our parents have been plotting our introduction for a while." Her dumb quip made you laugh, sounding more nervous than you wanted, but Julien didn’t mind.

She loved how flustered she made you.

“Since I’m kinda new to this area, would you mind showing me around?” she asked, moving her hand from the table to your arm. The action pushed all the tension to leave your body, breaking her eye contact to stare at her rose tattoo below her knuckles.

Flustered, you respond, Sure,” taking a sharp inhale of breath, “I can show you more than just that.” You said, just above a whisper.

A beat passed, Julien's lips parted slightly before standing and holding her hand out, “I hope you didn’t want that coffee.” she said, her voice sounding gravelly. Unable to form words, you took her calloused hand and rushed to your car.

The moment she closed her door her hands found your hair, hauling you towards her, her lips crashing into yours. A slight moan escapes your throat as you feel your core pooling with heat. Your hand falls on her neck, as her tongue runs against your teeth making you submit to her.

Julien pulled away slightly, panting, “Maybe we should just head back to mine.” One of her hands leaves your hair to hold your jaw, her thumb sitting on your lip. You softened to her touch, your fixated stare never wavering.

Her attention focused on your mouth, running her thumb across your bottom lip. You gave her a short hum in response, unable to form cohesive thoughts.

“I need you to use your words, hun,” she commanded, adding pressure to her movement. That seemed to finally push you out of a dream state and answer her, “Y-yeah let’s do that,” you swallowed, starting to head back.

The ride was short. You put on some mindless music and could feel Julien’s gaze burning through you. When you pulled into your driveway, both of you took note of the vacant parking spots left by her parents.

After getting out of the car, the two of you discreetly went to her parent’s house, worried your parents would look out the window and question you about the two of you sneaking around. Whilst entering, Julien eagerly took your hand, pulling you towards her room.

Julien shut the door behind you two, pushing you against it. Her cologne overwhelmed your senses, the tattoos, and strands of her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her face making you weak.

Julien started attacking your neck, leaving marks and small bites down to your collarbones. “Julien you’re so- fuck” you whined, tossing your head back, giving her better access.

Drawing back slightly, she found the neck of my shirt and rubbed the fabric between her fingers, “Can I?”

“Please” you breathed. Julien wasted no time getting your top onto the floor before grabbing your waist and attacking your chest. The sensation pulled a moan from you, feeling her soft lips leave scattered love bites across your body.

“How about we move to the bed,” she asked, glancing up at you with a contrasting innocent demeanor. You quickly nodded and followed her to the bed, where she stood over you, looking down at your beauty.

“Are you into straps or stuff like that?” She followed up, catching you a bit off guard by the reality of the situation setting in.

“Y-yeah I’m good with anything,” you affirm before kissing her again, Julien pulls away looking in one of her bags to pull out a strap. You knew if Julien was a guy you’d have trouble with it, but seeing what she brought made your jaw hang.

“You always carry that with you?” You joked but tried to figure out why she packed a sex toy with her while visiting her parent's new house.

She started to undress, starting with her shirt. “I told you,” peeling off her sports bra and exposing her bare chest, “My parents told me there was a cute girl next door.” Your vision glued to her as she stripped down, putting on the strap, not looking away from you either. “Couldn’t resist,” she admitted, walking back to stand between your legs.

Julien liked towering over you, how you beamed back at her, knowing she had full control over you. She leaned down, cupping your face, placing sloppy, desperate kissing over your mouth and jaw. Julien’s hands began on your shoulders, but quickly moved down to your clothed heat.

“Baby I don’t want to split you in two,” Julien said genuinely, tracing shapes into your hips .

“Break me,” you waiver. It was so easy for you to fall under her control. Julien smirked before pushing her lips into yours again, cupping your breast and squeezing your nipple. A broken moan escapes your lips, causing you to throw your head back.

“Can you take these off for me?" Pulling on the hem of your underwear, "It’ll be easier for both of us.” Julien breathed, her face flushed. Without wasting a second you stripped, leaving you both exposed.

Julien’s eyes scanned your body, biting her cheek, “Fuck baby, I need to be inside of you already, please,” she said before kissing you again, pushing you into her new sheets.

She went back to your chest, taking each nipple in the mouth and swirling it with her tongue before releasing it with a ‘pop’, then repeating the same motion with the other. Your back arched off the bed, eyebrows furrowing and jaw hung. She wasn’t even inside you yet and you were a writhing mess.

Julien pulled away from your body, causing you to yearn for her touch. She sat between your legs, adjusting her hips and pulling your leg over her shoulder. You felt the tip of the strap run against your folds, drawing a whine from you. Julien gradually pushed into you, giving you time to adjust to the size, before bottoming out. After a few seconds, she formed a slow pace, trying not to hurt you.

“Julien–fuck, m-more please,” you begged. Her hips didn’t falter as she picked up the pace, slamming into you. Sweat started to prickle to the sides of your forehead, spewing praises and moans with every thrust she hit into you.

Julien pressed her forehead into yours, looking down into your eyes. From the angle of the strap, every thrust would rub against her clit, causing her to whimper against the friction.

Your orgasm was close you felt yourself clenching around the plastic cock. Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally came, but Julien didn’t stop driving into you.

“Julien baby it’s–,” you squirmed under her, unable to keep your eyes open, feeling tears beginning to prickle in the corners from the brutality.

“You’re doing so good, take it,” she said, her breath faltering from the thrusts. You continued to whine from the overstimulation, unsure how much more you could take. Julien’s body jolted as she sat up, throwing her head back as pretty moans fell from her mouth. Her hips shuttered frantically and out of rhythm as her own orgasm grew close.

Tears were stammering down your eyes as she fucked you raw, whining out to her. Her rough hands grounded onto your hips. “Take it, baby, take it, just– fuck fuck fuck,” she swore out before one final shuddered thrust. The slight glow from the window highlighted the sweat glistening from her forehead and the maroon flush casting over her face as she came.

After she finished, Julien slowly pulled out of you; not wanting to cause any more discomfort. She let go of your body, contrasting with the Julien from a few seconds ago. Hovering over you, she gave you a delicate kiss. Pulling away, she noticed the amount of cum on your leg and headed to the bathroom, discarding the strap. Your body had calmed down from the rapid and rugged pace inflicted but you found yourself fixated with that side of Julien more than you’d like to admit.

She returned back with a towel. “For you. I can also grab you water,” she offered with an angelic expression like she didn’t fuck you relentlessly a few minutes earlier. You accepted the towel as you snuggled under the covers of her bed, her doing the same.

“Oh shit aren’t your parents gonna freak out that you’re not home?” Julien asked, not wanting you to be reported missing or have your mom knocking at the door.

You look at her, her doe eyes already fixed on you. You couldn't help but pull her in and kiss her. “I’ll text them I’m visiting the neighbors,” you whispered against her lips. “And we can get your car in the morning”

“Can we actually have coffee this time?” She asked.

“Yes.”

#julien baker x reader #julien baker blurb #julien baker fanfic #boygenius fanfic #julien baker smut #julien baker #julien baker fluff #boygenuis #wlw #wlw fiction #wlw smut #boygenius smut

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milaisreading · 9 months

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🌱🩷: AU where the Reader is Isagi's older sibling and she came to watch him play during the U-20 game. She is the same age as Sae, btw. Let me know if u want a pt2

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"I am almost there! Yeah... the game already started?!" (Y/n) stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath as she talked with her mom on the phone.

"Yes, Yo-chan seems to be handling himself very well on the field. But why are you late? I thought you said your exam will only last an hour." The worried Iyo asked from the other side as (Y/n) started running down the street again.

"It was only an hour long. But I completely forgot Yoichi's jersey in my dorm room, and I promised I would wear it." (Y/n) said, smiling down at the blue jersey she was wearing at the moment.

"Ohh... you really can be forgetful at times." Iyo laughed as loud cheers erupted from her side.

"Did something happen?!" (Y/n) asked.

"Did Yoichi score?!"

"Well, someone from his team just scored." Iyo said, causing (Y/n) to sigh in relief.

"Good! I didn't miss his score then... I will be there in a bit! Don't worry!" (Y/n) said and ended the call, sprinting down the street towards the stadium.

'I won't miss is! I swear, Yoichi! I won't miss your score!' She thought to herself.

Once at the stadium, (Y/n) gave the staff her ticket to check it, then ran towards the direction she was instructed to, making sure to avoid the people in the hallway.

'Agh! Where are mom and dad?!' (Y/n) thought as she finally entered the fully packed stadium, but couldn't find her parents anywhere. She looked around nervously, and texted her mom to let her know she had arrived, then looked down at the filed, gripping tightly on the railing as she saw the results on the display.

'3-3?! This can't be for real?! And there isn't much time left either... Yoichi...' She looked down nervously at her younger brother, gripping on the jersey as she noted his exhausted expression. Upon further inspection, the whole Blue Lock team looked pretty distraught and defeated. And while the U-20 team was in a similar condition, they seemed to be in a better head space.

'Yoichi... the World Cup win is your dream, you can't let it go like that... You said you want to become like your idol Noa... And I won't let you miss the opportunity.' She glared at the Blue Lock team, who was arguing among each other and Isagi was just standing to the side. Taking a deep breath, she was greatful for a moment that the place she was at, was located closer to the field.

"ISAGI YOICHI, GET YOUR HEAD INTO THE GAME!!!" (Y/n) yelled, causing a couple, tat was standing next to her, to jump in fright.

The said boy's eyes widened as he heard his sister's voice, and turned to look in her direction.

'Big sis...' Yoichi thought as the rest of his team jumped in surprise.

"The hell?!" Barou and Karasu yelled in shock.

"I SWEAR, IF YOU LET THIS OPPORTUNITY SLIP AWAY! I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!" (Y/n) yelled, her face turning red as Yoichi stared at her in shock for a moment, then his expression softened into a smile.

"Who is that?" Yukimiya wondered, finally spotting the girl.

"Dunno... but she is quite a cutey." Bachira commented.

"Is that a girlfriend of yours, Isagi?" Reo raised an eyebrow as Nagi just sat on the grass, eyeing the girl too.

"GET TOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER AND PLAY! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SO NERVOUS ABOUT?! THE TELEVISION CREW?! THOSE OLD HAGS FROM THE JFU?! THE U-20 TEAM?! DON'T PISS ME OFF, AND PLAY!!" (Y/n) finished her yelling as a few tears escaped her eyes, and she stared at her brother with a soft glare. Yoichi was quiet for a moment, then grinned at his sister and sent her a thumbs up, then looked back at his stunned team.

"Well, let's finish this. You heard her, I can't let this opportunity slip away."

The rest of the team stared at Isagi in disbelief, he even received questioning looks from Niko, Chigiri, Otoya, Ego, and Anri from the benches.

"Who... who is she?" Hiori spoke up first.

"Oh that... that's my older sister. She is pretty passionate when it comes to me playing. Even more than I am." Isagi chuckled, smiling fondly as he said the last part. This caused him to get various reactions from the team. Bachira and Hiori were pretty much dumbfounded, Aryu and Reo were sending odd looks towards the girl and then towards Yoichi. Barou tried to act disinterested, Rin glared at the ace, a little jealous when he heard that part.

'Why isn't my brother like that anymore?'

Nagi stared lazily at Isagi, also confused over the whole revelation.

'With how Isagi acts, I really thought je was the older sibling.' The albino wondered. Meanwhile Yukimiya and Karasu went towards Yoichi, both putting their arms on each of his shoulders.

"Yoichi, my friend, my man." Karasu started.

"What?" The boy asked, surprised that he addressed him with his 1st name.

"So your sis... does she have anyone in her life?" The crow-boy asked.

"No... why?" Yoichi asked, eyeing Karasu suspiciously.

"Would she want a handsome, intelligent football player then-"

"Or a charismatic, talented model-"

"As her boyfriend?" The duo finished, causing Yoichi to frown at them.

"Stay away from my sister, you two." Yoichi warned.

"Shut up, let's finish this stupid game." Rin warned them, turning to glare at his brother who was dealing with Shidou's shenanigans.

After she finally calmed down a little, (Y/n) felt her face turn a dark shade of red as she realized what she did.

'This is so embarrassing!! Now everyone internationally saw me act like a fool!' She groaned, covering up her face. For a moment she stayed quiet, feeling eyes on her from the audience.

'But...' She slowly removed her hands, and smiled fondly at her brother's back as the game was resuming from the short break.

'Yoichi is worth it... he has so much potential here. I will remind him, even if I am going to embarrass myself.' (Y/n) thought, wiping a few tears away, for a short moment remembering the times she would sit with a younger Yoichi and watch football with him.

'Become the Noel Noa you always wanted to be.'

"Excuse me." A softer voice interrupted her as she turned to look at the direction it came from, only to find a red haired woman and green haired man lookin at her. They both looked like they were around her mom and dad's age.

"Yes, ma'am?" (Y/n) smiled politely as the woman spoke up nervously.

"This might be a little intrusive, but are you related to one of the players too?"

"Oh... yes, the number 11 and ace of Blue Lock, Isagi Yoichi is my younger brother." (Y/n) smiled proudly as she pointed at her brother.

"That's sweet, how you support him like that. My husband and I are her efor our sons, too."

"Sons?" She wondered, only to receive an answer from the man this time.

"Yeah, the number 10 in Blue Lock, Itoshi Rin and the number 10 in the U-20, Itoshi Sae are our sons." The man smiled warmly as (Y/n) slowly nodded her head.

'Oh to be a fly on the wall in that household once the match ends.' She thought to herself, picking up some small talk while sending constant glances at her brother.

"YOICHI!!!!!! THAT'S MY BROTHER!! THAT'S THE SAME LITTLE BOY I PICKED UP FROM TRAINING!!" (Y/n) cried out in happiness as she pointed at the boy when he scored the winning goal.

'You did it!' She quickly dashed away from the couple and towards the barricades to get to Yoichi, who was getting praises from his teammates and some U-20 members.

"Yoichi!!" (Y/n) yelled as the boy turned away from Oliver and looked at his sister. Yoichi grinned and left his team.

"See! Never doubt me!" Yoichi grinned, pulling his sister into a hug.

"I never doubted you, idiot! I am so glad you scored that goal! It was magnificent!" She sobbed, hugging her brother tightly. As the two siblings were hugging and talking, the rest of Blue Lock's team approached slowly.

"Why were you so late tho? And why were you with mom and dad?" Yoichi asked in worry as he pulled his sister onto the field.

"I was late because I forgot the jersey in my dorm room, and I seemed to have gotten a seat far away from where our parents are." (Y/n) chuckled nervously as Yoichi looked at the jersey, only now noticing it had his number.

"Ah? You went all the way for me?" Yoichi asked, happiness bubbling up inside of him.

"Of course! Remember when we were younger? I promised to wear your jersey for every match." She smiled.

"Ah! You still remember that-"

"Uhh, Isagi~ don't you want to introduce us?" The two Isagi siblings jumped up at Otoya's voice, and (Y/n) looked over at the team in surprise while Yoichi sent them warning glares.

"Big sis, my team. Team, this is my big sis." Yoichi said dryly as (Y/n) smiled at the team nervously, remembering some of the faces from her previous yelling.

"Hello, it's nice to meet Yo-chan's team." She spoked up, the team never once blinking or looking away.

"Sorry for the yelling earlier-"

"No need to apologize!" Karasu spoke up and walked up to her, followed by Otoya and Yukimiya.

"Being yelled at by a pretty lady is a privilege in my books." Yukimiya smiled down at her, causing (Y/n) to internally swoon a little.

'He is so good looking!'

"Feel free to yell at me all you want, too." Otoya added in, grabbing one of her hands.

"Hey! Watch it!" Yoichi yelled, but got pulled away by Bachira and Hiori.

"Up close, your older sister is pretty cute, Isagi." Bachira whispered to his friend.

"Bachira, what the hell man?"

"He is right tho." Hiori defended the bumblebee.

"Is your sis into games?" The blue-haired boy asked.

"Is she into younger guys?" Niko asked Yoichi, sending the girl some nervous looks.

"Niko, she is 18." Yoichi argued.

"Just 3 years."

"Absolutely not." Yoichi glared, trying to get out of Bachira's hold.

"You all are being so weird." Chigiri sighed, walking over to the small group. Yoichi sighed in relief as he heard the redhead's voice.

"Thank you for thinking rationally, Chigiri-"

"We all know I am the only one who has any chance with Isagi's sister. We are both cute." Chigiri finished and flipped his hair.

"Nevermind." Yoichi grumbled and watched as his sister complimented Gagamaru's goalkeeper skills, while Aryu pulled a nervous Tokimitsu to talk to her. Barou was standing next to her, adding in some random sentences.

Yoichi tried to get out of Bachira's hold again, but it was proven futile as the other four, plus Nagi now, started asking him about his sister. Meanwhile Reo took his chance and just went over to talk to her, curious if the older Isagi will be left in awe when she hears his last name.

Meanwhile, Rin was staring at the two Isagi siblings, and then looked back at his brother, jealousy slowly bubbling up inside of him again.

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 10 months

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Hello I'm the same person that requested the korekiyo fic😊

Could I request Leona (twist) x male reader that acts like dazai (bsd)

smut preferably, you can choose the kinks, but can Leona be top?

Oh and I'll go by the nickname sunny if that's fine😅

-Sunny

Welcome back, Sunny~! Thank you for being a returning patron~ Ask and you shall recieve~

Title: Shut Your Mouth

Characters: Top!Leona Kingscholar x Bottom!m!reader

Contains: oral sex/face fucking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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You never knew what people meant by staring death in the face until now. And even then…you held no fear.

For the third time in three weeks, you managed to step on Leona’s tail while he was asleep in the gardens. The first time he gave you a groggy warning. The second time he gave you a *stern* warning. Now? Now he was staring you down, towering over you. He was breathing deeply, as if to compose himself from the rage that was bubbling inside.

“This is the third time, herbivore…just how careless are you?”

“Well…how careless are you? It’s not my fault your tail is constantly in the walk way.”

His brow twitched as he noticed your back talk. “Watch your tone with me…”

What would normally strike fear into others only made you grow a small smile. “Is the poody tat mad~?” you teased, mimicking the dialect of an old, yet nostalgic yellow bird.

That seemed to be the last and only straw for him. A clawed hand shot out, gripping at your cheeks with his palm to your lips. His nails gently pressed into your skin, carefully indenting the surface.

“I won’t say it again…so watch yourself…got it? Otherwise I have an idea on what I can do with that annoying hole of yours.”

His voice held a bit of a growl, and you had to admit that sounded kind of arousing. You wondered if he could do it again, but you knew not to push your luck, especially with how you were positioned.

Then again…

You muttered something against his hand, and he looked at you as if trying to decide if he should let you go or not. Against his judgement, he released you. With a quick exhale from the change of pressure, you repeated yourself.

“Do all cats really have hissy fits like this?”

With another growl, he shot for your wrist, squeezing tightly as he dragged you over to the garden’s shed. Thankfully for him, and to your misfortune, the door as open. You thought he was going to throw you in there and leave you, but when he entered after you, your heart hammered from the closeness of your bodies. The shed wasn’t terribly small, but it wasn’t the most spacious either.

Leona slammed the door shut before locking it, glaring down at you as he fiddled with his pants. “On your knees, herbivore…”

“Eeehhh…I dunno. The ground is kind of dirty and I’m wearing my good pants.”

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to I’m telling you. On. Your. Knees.” Leona out a hand to your shoulder and pushed you down, forcing you to your knees like he wanted as his other hand worked on his zipper. “Fucking stubborn…”

“Well maybe if you said please—” Leona cut you off my jamming a thumb into your mouth, having it tug along the side of your lips to keep you from talking as he got his cock out from his pants.

“Listen, you’re gonna shut your mouth, okay? I’m sick of hearing you talk, so you’re gonna zip it. And what better way than this…~?”

Springing free, Leona’s cock slipped out half hard before he slowly stroked it to full staff. You couldn’t help but admire how he worked himself, how his voice gently hummed from the sensation. You weren’t aware of it, but you were drooling from the sight alone, saliva spilling down the corner of your tugged lips.

“I see you’re setting your mouth up for me…~” he teased, positioning himself in front of you and removing his thumb. “Now get to work, herbivore. I don’t have all day.”

With him so close to you, you could smell the musk radiating from him. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself licking the underside of his shaft, a low growl vibrating in his chest as you repeated the action.”

“Good….”

You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Leona let out a pleased sigh, eyes fluttering lightly as a hand joined your hair, fingers threading through the strands. His head tipped to the side as he gazed at you with half lidded eyes. That seemed like enough to push you further, and your mouth traveled down, engulfing his shaft inch by inch. His hips carefully bucked forward, wanting more friction from the action. You went as far as you could go before any more would gag you, but he lost enjoyment just minutes into it.

“Relax your throat.” You did as ordered, halting your actions for a second to allow your mouth a moment to rest on top of it. “Good boy~” Sliding both hands into your hair, Leona instructed you once more to relax before rapidly bucking his hips, his shaft entering deep into your mouth and into your throat.

The action was sudden and rough, causing tears to prick at your eyes as you would gag from the action. You looked up at him with a pleading face, gripping his legs to balance yourself as your face was fucked. Leona’s head fell back in bliss, knowing that your mouth was being put to better use than your attitude earlier.

“F-Fuck~ That’s it~ N-Nice and deep, (y/n)~ Gh~ You’re surprisingly good at this~”

Your eyes began to roll back from how wonderful it felt having your throat taken by such a man. You let out muffled sounds with every thrust, including sounds of wet gulping. Breathing was difficult but you were able to make it work while your throat was ravished.

As he approached his climax, Leona’s moans pitched ever slightly as he bent forward, his hips bucking sharply just before he came with a groan. His lower half twitched with every spurt of cum that slid down your throat, and he kept your head pressed deeply on his cock to make you drink every drop of his seed. It was difficult, but when you were able to pull the tip from your throat, swallowing the salty substance was possible.

He pulled you off with a small pop!, the two of you panting heavily into the slightly dingy air. Saliva had decorated your chin, leaving you a slick mess. Leona’s cock, while somewhat satisfied, twitched at the pathetic sight of you, igniting a lust deep within as he gave a wicked smirk.

“Turn around now, herbivore…I’m not done with you…~”

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kazutora-kurokawa · 4 months

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Kazutora Relationship Headcanons

♡ SFW & NSFW, Timeskip!Tora, afab!reader, oral->fem receiving, sex, fluff ♡

note: Kazutora brainrot go brrrr ✨

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♡ He's clingy asf, big on pda too

♡ Loves when you call him Tora or say he's your tiger (he lowkey gets bricked up from it)

♡ Doesn't put your relationship out there at first because he's scared for your safety/doesn't want to put you at risk of being attacked (by Kisaki the big bad clown 🤡)

♡ Talks about you to Chifuyu 24/7 (Chifuyu is sick of your name at this point)

♡ You go with him when he visits Baji 's grave to provide emotional support (you're his emotional support human)

♡ He feels the most comfortable when he's with you

♡ Like I mentioned in my oral headcanons, he is touch and affection starved and you got him whipped

♡ You make him want to take better care of his mental health (you inspired him to go to therapy)

♡ NSFW (with a dash of fluff) ♡

♡ Loves eating you out, you could fix this man a michelin star, Gordon Ramsey level meal and he would still decide that you're the best dish

♡ For sure a switch, an absolute sub when he's really needy tho

♡ Will do literally anything you tell him to. Want him to be rougher? He's breaking the bed like that scene in the twilight saga. Want to peg him? He'll buy you a strap! Wanna have a threesome? Nah that's off limits, he wants you all to himself 😭

♡ Madly in love (obsessed) with you and sees sex as a super intimate bonding moment between you two

♡ His moans are angelic and you can't convince me otherwise

♡ Loves when you pull on his hair, he won't say anything but you can tell (his dick twitches when you do it)

♡ You were each other's first 🤭

♡ The tip is sensitive (he whimpers when he puts it in fr 😫)

♡ He damn near cried when you let him hit it raw (wrap it before you tap it guys, safe sex is hot)

♡ Likes to leave hickeys and bite marks on you, especially on your thighs while he eats you out

♡ Loves when you kiss the beauty mark under his eye and when you kiss the side of his neck where his tattoo is

♡ Would get immediately bricked if you told him you wanted to get a tattoo to match his

♡ Will absolutely fold if you call him pet names (call him your husband and you won't be leaving the bedroom for a while)

♡ Likes sloppy kisses (bonus points if you give him sloppy kisses on his dick 🤭)

♡ Likes positions where he can see your pretty face

♡ 100% a pleaser during sex, makes sure you cum before him

♡ Will fuck you when you're on your period (a little blood on the sword doesn't bother him)

♡ Last few are a bit more fluffy ♡

♡ Would definitely get a piercing or another tattoo if you asked him (the type to get your name tatted on him)

♡ He buys you pads/tampons, pain meds, and your favorite snacks when you're on your period (I headcanon him as having a good memory, so he for sure keeps track of your cycle)

♡ Gets excited when your cycle is late (he thinks you're pregnant and he lowkey really wants to start a family with you)

♡ Wanted to marry you the moment he laid eyes on you (it sounds crazy because it is)

♡ Bro is whipped real bad, pussy got him in a chokehold fr

#tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers headcanons

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jeansplaytoy · 11 months

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toxic!jean headcannons because i love you

some manipulation? cursing, obviously toxicity, cheating references, sexual references

toxic!jean who knows that now that you two are done, he can do whatever he pleases, and have no problems with you.

toxic!jean who fucked multiple different girls when you were together and then proceeded to lie that he didn’t.

toxic!jean who blames you every time he stares at your ass. “it’s too big, that’s your fault.” is what he always told you when you caught him and called him out in private.

toxic!jean who knows his side bitches hate you because every time he’s done with them, he goes back to you.

toxic!jean who got your name tatted on his lower stomach, right below his belly button after you broke up so that you’d remember that you’ll always be his.

toxic!jean who hates when other boys talk about you.

toxic!jean who’d try to make you mad on purpose by flirting and kissing other girls in front of you. don’t do the same thing, ever.

toxic!jean who ruins all the relationships you get in after him, by showing your boyfriends old pictures of you and him together in bed. ‘this is where she was last night, mf she does not like you 😂’

toxic!jean who, when he hears someone say they want you, will drag them in an alleyway and beat the shit out of them.

toxic!jean who sends you a d!ckp!c every other night with the caption ‘he misses you lmao.’

toxic!jean who answers your calls while he’s in the middle of fucking another girl, just to piss you off.

toxic!jean who desperately wanted you to tattoo his name on your upper back, right under your neck, so that anytime you’re with someone else, they’ll see who really loves you. you did.

toxic!jean who listens to you cry to him about his behavior, and does nothing. he listens to you cry to him about another guy, and his funerals next week.

toxic!jean who doesn’t give a damn how he talks to you, but never calls you out of your name.

toxic!jean who thinks about you at night, wondering if he should really better himself to get you back.

toxic!jean who sends you a bouquet of flowers with $800+ in it every time he breaks your heart. ‘stop being a baby, baby.’

toxic!jean, who knows deep down he still loves you, no matter how bad he treats you.

#aot headcanons #attack on titan #angst headcanons #jean kirstein #jean x you #jean x reader #jean kirschtein angst #jean kirschstein #angst x reader #jeansplaytoy♡︎

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imsosillygoofylol · 2 months

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TRIGGERED

pairing: matt sturniolo x poc!reader

synopsis: y/n helps a murder suspect not knowing what she got herself into.

warnings: death, mental illness, smoking, tattoos, i THINK that’s it.

envy yaps: lol i wrote something like this before a WHILE back but this one will be better trust 😋 anyways let’s pray and hope i actually finish this 🙏🏾

“and we’re done!” you say finally excited to almost be leaving. you just finished working on my last customer of the night. “you can walk up to the mirror to see for yourself.” you mumble while cleaning up.

“ ‘s beautiful thank you so much!” she smiles eagerly as she examines her freshly done butterfly tattoo on her rib.

“yeah you’re welcome, you already know the tattoo after care i don’t have to go over it do i?” you asked already knowing her answer. layla was a regular you’ve done like 4 of her tats already.

“nah i know how to take care of my shit thank you very much.” she declared while carefully rolling down her shirt.

you giggle and give her a smile while you finish cleaning up. “here ma, thank you so much again you always get me right.” she passes you a couple bills with a big smile on plastered on her face. “ahh i love them i’ve been thinking about getting butterflies for a while now you ate down” she screamed while looking at herself in the mirror again.

you take the money and put it in your backpack as you let out another giggle. “you’re welcome”. you love your job, aside from the good pay you literally just get to draw cute things on people and they’re happy.

“alright my uber outside bye y/n thanks again” she leaves, the room now silent once again.

you finished cleaning up and you get up to lock the door as you’re now closed before you continue to prep things for tomorrow.

you finally had time to check your phone and you see the time.

11:56 PM

you see all the missed texts and calls from your mom. she always wants you to call her at the end of the day knowing there’s not much to talk about anyway. your days usually blend into each other, all you do is go to school and work. not that you don’t have a life aside from those two things, it just takes up most of your time.

you break away from your phone as you hear a knock on the door. you make my way to the front. “we’re closed” you mumble. startling the boy a little. you examine the boy he was wearing a plain black shirt, white shorts, and birkenstock’s. you knew who he was.

nick sturniolo

not that you knew each other, you knew of him. you’ve seen him around campus and his family’s like stupid rich. he’s a triplet however only two of them actually attend college. you don’t know anything about the other one, you have seen him at a party once though that’s about it.

his blonde hair layes just right above his eyes. he looks like he’d been crying all night. that or he’s just really high. he looks sickly though really pale but somehow he still looked really pretty.

“can i help you?” you finally spoke out as you unlock and open the door. this is weird why is he here so late at night you think to yourself.

“are you still open?” he asks his voice so soft yet deep.

what a stupid question to ask, the door was locked and the open sign was off. we’re visibly closed!

“sorry we’re closed. you can schedule an appointment for tomorrow though.” you say trying to sound as nice as possible.

“please i’ll pay twice as much, i really need this please.” he begs.

you start to feel bad, really wanting to go home but cant bring myself to say no. he looks like he’s about to break down into tears you can’t just leave him like this.

“uh okay come in.” you say moving out the way to let him in and lead him to the room. “um what would you like to get done?” you asked dryly.

“have you seen the movie edward scissorhands before?” he asked bringing his phone up to your face to show you what he wants.

“yeah a couple times, where do you want it?” you ask while unpacking the supplies needed.

“right here on my calf.” he points to the side of his calf. he had another tattoo closer to his ankle of two pokémon characters.

you slowly start tracing the design. what’s so important about this tattoo anyway that he had to come at 12 am. you’ve watched the movie a couple times, yeah it’s good but is it worth a tattoo or coming this late for one. you mentally curse myself for not being able to say no.

“you from here?” he asked looking down at you.

“nah im from new york city, i just go to school here.” you say keeping your focus on the tattoo.

“hm how long? i’ve never seen you around here.” he stated.

“about two years now, i don’t really go out much or talk to many people from here.” you continue working. the room was silent for the rest of the night, only thing audible was the faint music playing on the tv.

“k im done!” you smile down at your work. “is it okay if i take a couple pictures?”

“yeah it’s fine looks amazing by the way. thank you so much.” he examines the scissor hands tattoo as you take a couple pictures from different angles. “how much do i owe you?”

“one fifty.” you state turning around to clean up. he turns in your direction passing four one hundred bills to you. “oh no i can’t take this, it’s only one fifty.”

“no honestly take it, i came when you were closing please ill feel even worse if you don’t!” you nod your head and put the money in your backpack. “i really can’t thank you enough it looks amazing, do you have a business card? i’d love to come back sometime i love your work.” he starts to ramble and you let out a laugh.

“yeah they’re here in the front, you can take one as you walk out. you’re welcome it’s really no biggie.” it was though you have a morning class tomorrow and it’s nearly 3 am. you try to stay positive and not let your attitude slip out.

“hey i didn’t get your name.” he mentions

“oh it’s y/n.”

“nick.”

“oh i know trust me.” you think to yourself while you smile at him.

you explain the tattoo after care even though nobody ever listens. he finally leaves which means you can finally leave. you love your work and all but it’s so draining. you close up the shop and finally get in my car, the drive to your apartment isn’t far only 8 minutes but tonight it feels like an eternity.

you like driving though it calms you down, helps you think. you make it to your parking spot and really process what the fuck just happened. not that it’s outta this world cause growing up in new york you’ve seen and experienced some crazy shit but that was weird. you had so many questions but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you decided it was best to mind your business.

you finally make it to your apartment, happy to shower and get in bed but even happier to see your cat luna after a long ass day. you unlock your door set your things down on your counter.

“luna mama where are you?” you call out waiting for her to pop out from somewhere. “luna baby where are you?” she comes from underneath the couch, you bend down to pick her up and smother her with kisses. saying i miss you and i love you. you feel bad she hasn’t been getting the attention she deserves lately, you barely see her due to school and work. all of a sudden everyone wants a tattoo.

you finally shower enjoying the hot water run down your body calming you. not a single negative thought in your mind. you start to think if should you smoke after or fall asleep.

you get out the shower and check the time.

3:48 am

“fuck i gotta be up at 9.” you sigh, you need to stop taking appointments past 10 pm and leave it to the other artist. you’re always the last one to leave the shop.

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you groan hearing you alarm going off wising you could stay in bed forever. knowing it’s not possible and missing class is not an option especially not when your paper is due next week. you get up and get ready, putting water and food in lunas bowl before leaving and driving to campus.

you don’t live far from campus only a twelve minute drive. you hate being late though just the thought of everyone staring at you and observing your every move while trying to get situated makes you so uncomfortable. it feels like you’re interrupting an important conversation or meeting so you choose to be early or well on time.

you make it to class with five minutes to spare, sitting there just scrolling through your phone waiting for your professor to start the lesson. there was nothing special about todays lesson, taking notes and finishing up the paper.

ten minutes before class was over the professor started to talk about a situation that happened earlier this morning.

“as some of you may know there was a tragic incident that happened at around four thirty am this morning.” he paused for a second trying to gather all his thoughts, trying to use the right words before continuing. “the sturniolo family was brutally murdered, some knew nicolas sturniolo. he was a great student and a great friend to all. may he rest in peace.”

as he finished your face dropped, there was many whispers heard through out the class. this is all too confusing, you had just seen him.

your thoughts were cut off by the professor speaking again. “please appreciate all the people around you while they’re here, you never know what can happen. his brother is suffering from a great loss please respect his privacy.”

his brother? which brother?

people continued to whisper “i heard his brother went crazy and murdered them all.” said a random girl. “i heard it was nicks stalker, he was infatuated with him and when nick rejected him he couldn’t stand it.” another said. this is all so stupid. why do people jump to conclusions and spread rumors without knowing what really happened.

you started to feel overwhelmed you had to go home. before you left through the door, the professor said one last thing. “also the police will come by tomorrow and question some of you, please be sure to be early tomorrow morning. thank you all and please be safe”

with that you went home, you can’t come back to your afternoon classes it was all too much. did he know something was gonna happen? is that why he looked sad? you assumed it might of been a boy or something. not something this big.

you arrive at your house, trying to gather all your thoughts. not that you’re sad, you didn’t even know the boy but you can’t help but feel sorry for him, his family.

you tried to sleep, sleeping was like your therapy. or well not therapy just a way of not dealing with your emotions for the time being. sleeping was hard though, every time you closed your eyes you would see him.

you decide the beach was a good option. sometimes when you felt lonely or depressed you would go to the beach, smoke, and draw. it was calming, made you feel like you were the only person left in the world. usually you enjoyed your own company, you found peace in being alone. one of your traits your mom despised. she wanted you to go out more, explore, experience, have fun. not be locked away in the house when you’re not in school or at work.

you lie and tell her you do other things but she doesn’t believe you. she says she knows you more than you know yourself but she doesn’t understand you.

Y/N

hey mom i’m going to the beach i’ll call you when i get home.

sorry i haven’t called or texted much i’ve been super busy.

love you :)

you spent your afternoon at the beach, watching the sunset, hitting your blunt every now and then, sketching random flowers on your book. you could go on and on about flowers if you could, even nature.

you finally check the time when it’s fully dark deciding its a bit dangerous to be out so late considering what just happened around the area.

8:27 pm

you decide to pick up some pizza and call it a day. trying to mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow. you really want to call of work tomorrow feeling like there too much going on around you. it was overwhelming, you think you’re overreacting none of this really affects you in anyway so why do you have this suffocating feeling? you feel like you’re literally drowning.

“luna you have it so easy mama, i’d love to be a house cat not a single worry in the world.” you sigh while rubbing her tummy as she purs.

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envy yaps: ermmm i can’t tell if this is good or not lol. guys trust the process frrr i swear it’ll get juicyyyy in the next part😈😈😋😋. anyways comment to be on taglist or wtv 😅😋😈😍🙏🏾

🏷️ ‘s

@tastesousweet

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #imsosillygoofylol #im so sorry nicky pooh ilyyy #guys actually lmk if this is good!#matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader

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love-superache · 4 months

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Special Invention

PJO

Pairing: Platonic! Leo Valdez x Deaf! GN! Reader

Summary: Leo meets someone special, in lots of ways. Warnings: Too much fluff, remember I warned you.

Notes: I did one of those trop generators HAHAHA and it got 'disableid' so I thought of this! Hope you like it. ❤️

Another shiny day at Camp Half-Blood, not that Leo knew that it was shiny since he was working on some 'awesome' new machine, not even barely eating. But this wasn't unusual, Piper already passed in the cabin 9 cabin and bunker some 10 times today.

The only time he takes his eyes out of the work is when one of the Athena kids calls him and tells that Chiron wants to talk with him.He wonders what could it be...he and the rest of his cabin didn't bomb or put fire this week in anything...still, but they still didn't!

As he enters the room, Chiron is in his 'wheel chair mode', Leo always loved how tat machine was, his mimd starts to wander around until he hears a cough sound, he looks at Chiron again.

"You can sit Leo." Chiron smiles at him and points at the chair, he sits and messes with his fingers."So...I'm guessing you want to know why you're here." Chiron starts. Duh, Leo thinks but doesn't say anything just says a yes."So I don't know if you heard about the last mission here at camp."

He continues and Leo tries to remember but it just comes in a blank.

"Well, by that reaction I guess you don't..." Chiron nods to himself and sighs. "Well, it was a mission to rescue a new demigod and...it didn't go very well, the demigod was on a school trip to an airplane museum..."

"Wow, that sounds cool!" Leo smiles."Well, yeah it is cool, but remember when I said that the mission didn't fo very well?" He tells.Leo didn't even remember but he nods."Well, a monster apeared and...the demigod-" Chiron says and is interrupted."Is dead?" Leo asks but feels dumb the moment he says seeing the look on Chiron face."No. Thank the Gods for that." He says. "But...the fight with the monster damaged a lot of plains and well with the gasoline and the coal-" He is interrupted again."It exploded right?" Leo says, more an affirmation than a question. "Yes, unfortunately yes." Chiron sighs. "And the demigod we rescued, Y/N, became...deaf by the explosion." Chiron says looking at the papers at his table."Yeah, you were right it's not cool anymore." Leo sighs. "And why am I here?" "I would like for you and the Hephestus cabin to try to build a machine to make atleast the situation better. And while it isn't ready, try to think of a way to help Y/N communicate that isn't an notebook, we don't want no one uncomfortable, even more when something so unfortunate occurred."Leo nods. "I see. We are going to try our best!" He smiles and Chiron smiles too. "Thank you Leo, really."

Leo nods again and gets out of the place."Well, more work to do..." He sighs and goes to tell the news to the rest of the cabin.

The first time he meets Y/N it's in the infirmary, almost all of the beds are full because it was Saturday, wich means that yesterday it was the Capture the Flag.

Leo sighs trying to find the known blonde, as he sees he goes to him."Hey Will!" He smiles to the Apollo child.

He looks at Leo, and the first thing Leo notices it's that he is pale, really pale, but he still smiles at Leo.

"Leo! What brings you here?" He asks.

"Hmm, a kind of mission if you get me." He winks, but Will just looks at him with a confused face and Leo explains it that he talked to Chiron about the new kid.

"Oh Y/N! Poor kid..really, so suddenly...well we can't do nothing can we? Just give our best support.." He sighs.

"Well actually that is why I am here, Chiron wants my cabin to build a machine to help." He smiles."That is great, come I'm gonna show you where Y/N is." He starts walking towards a more quiet corner where you can see a figure looking at the window watching other campers play volleyball.

"Hope it works." Will gives him a thumbs up and goes help an Hermes kid at another bed.

He walks to the bed and sits in a chair across the bed.

You jump in suprise as you see him."What do you want?" You say and point at a 'Big Hero 6' notebook at the drawer.

Leo takes it and the pen. 'Chiron sent me'. He gives it to you and you read it, as you finish you look at him.

"And?" You ask. You give him the notebook again. Now he writes all the talk he had with Chiron, as you read it you look at him again.

"Would you do that for me?" You ask again.Leo nods and you smile at him.

"Well...what are you going to teach me while that machine isn't ready?" You tell him and Leo smile fades, he didn't thought about it and didn't even learn nothing to help you. He tries to think of something fast, he doesn't want you to think he is a loser. He then remembers his mother but he puts that idea aside.

You start looking at him confused and he gives up.

He takes the 'Big Hero 6' and writes something, he sighs.

"Morse code? You know it?" You sound really excited, not that you could hear your own entusiasm.

Leo nods and you smile.

He writes again: 'How about we start now?' He smiles at you and you do too.

The machine still isn't ready...months later, but Leo knows it will be awesome and you will love it, he gets up of his work chair and gets out of bunker 9.

He goes to the strawberry field when he sees you. He sits by your side and you smile at him.'Prepared for our class?' He says and you nod.

You go with him to the infirmary, because it looks like it's the only quiet place outside the empty cabins.

Will smiles as he sees you both.

This was already your 15th class, not that you were counting of course.You two continue like this and at the end of the day Leo gives you a candy.

'It's from Will's cup for the patients but I don't think he needs it.' He says in morse code and he winks at you.

"Thanks." You say both loudly and in morse code and you eat the sweet.

The machine is finaly ready! Leo thinks, you are going to love it.He goes to you and says that he wants you to see something.

You think if it is the machine and you are starting to get excited. As you enter cabin 9 with him you just can think of two things: the machine and the dirty mess that the cabin is. You ignore the second and look at Leo, as he makes a drum sound, you can't hear it but he tells you later that it was supposed to be drums.He takes out of his back a machine kind of looking like headphones you look at it and Leo makes morse code: 'Try it!'You smile and put it in your head. At first nothing happens but after you can hear Leo say: 1, 2 and 3 does it work?"It works!" You hug him and he smiles at you."Pffft. I knew it would work." He says smirking, didnt you know that he tried to give up 3 times, all of them he didn't because it was you who needed them.You smirk at him too."Leo." You start.

"Yes?" He asks.

"You sound weird." You say and Leo remembers that you never heard his voice before, it looks like he knew you for his whole life but it was just some months.

"You're not getting a swett today." He says nodding in disaproval.

"Leo!" You pout and he smiles.

Later you get the candy after some more pounting and Leo tells you that the machine has a secret sticker, you wonder what it is and he shows you.

It is a 'Big Hero 6' sticker, like the image from your notebook, you chuckle and he does too.

#pjo x reader #gn reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #platonic pjo please!!#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #Percy jackson and the olympians x reader #(Ft some will)#Platonic reader #deaf character #leo valdez x platonic reader #❤️#spotify

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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i wrote ballerina!reader and tattooist!ellie bc i’m high and obsessed now

cw: oc being a slut, sexual tension, flirting, slight asshole!ellie, mentions of stripping and tattooing 🤭

you had walked into the parlor with the intentions of getting a small tattoo.

after confirming your age and signing some documents, the parlor clerk told u that it was going to be a ten minute wait because your requested artist—ellie williams— was still with another client. you had already sent her your reference photo weeks ago, in which she replied with a quick cool:p and a link to her cashapp to send your deposit to confirm your appointment.

you’d been suggested ellie’s account on insta and u took note of how sleek her artwork was. she did it all: cartoon characters, realistic portraits, animals! anything you could think of, she knew how to do. her shading and coloring was incredible, and her clients had left nothing but praises in her comments. you would never say, but u took note of how good her hands looked in the videos that she posted on her account.

you were mindlessly scrolling through twitter after watching multiple videos of waffle house employees fight for their lives before you heard a raspy call of your name. your head perked up, and you made eye contact with the girl who’d been plaguing your thoughts since you saw her.

you stood outta your chair too enthusiastically as you hopped your way closer to her. “hi, i’m her,” you confirmed with a toothy grin.

you noticed how she took in your appearance with a lazy gaze from your head to your toes. you were in your usual attire: a lavender sweatsuit with a rhinestoned juicy slapped across your ass, hoop earrings, and slightly worn uggs with your small bag slung over your shoulder. your brightness looked so out of place in the dimly lit, grungy looking building. instead of shying away, you gave your own eager gaze back, taking in her own presence: a simple black t-shirt with matching jeans, a full tattoo sleeve on her left arm that peaked out from her actual sleeve, and vans. her ears were also heavily pierced. her get-up was nothing special, but she still had your knees trembling.

she gave you a quirk of her brow as her lips pursed slightly before she turned to walk you into her studio. “cool, my studios this way.”

she led you near the back of the parlor, pulling open the brass door for you as she granted you entry. you pretended that you didn’t catch her looking at your ass.

“you can just sit here while i set up, it’ll be like… two minutes.” she said calmly, nodding her head towards the tattoo chair. she sounded tired.

“long day?” you stupidly asked. of course she had a long day, you idiot! look at her! you mentally scolded.

she was sterilizing her tattoo gun before she replied casually, “yeah, i um… between you and me… my last client was a douchebag. i had to put my earphones to keep from decking him in his throat. he just kept saying snarky shit to me and thought i wouldn’t catch it. fucker didn’t even tip.”

let me make it better, baby! you thought. i want your tip!

“damn, that sucks, i hope i can cheer you up,” you said with a dreamy tilt of your head.

she perked her head up to look into your eyes before humming in acknowledgment, looking back down at her work table.

she broke the silence a couple minutes later, sitting on her rolling chair before scooting closer to you and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, “so your reference is done printing, where were you thinking about getting your tat?”

on my puss—

you mentally shushed the slutty side of your brain, sitting up straighter in the reclining chair, “well i’m a dancer! i’m not allowed to have anything super… visible on my arms n legs because it’ll be distracting to the audience—“

“i never heard of strippers having that problem,” she said abruptly with a confused look. your face ran hot.

“i-i’m not a stripper,” you stuttered out before clarifying. “there’s nothing wrong with stripping! but i’m… i’m not. i do ballet.”

“uh huh.”

“i am! genuinely, i’m super flexible!”

“so are strippers,” she said blankly.

fuck. you were losing her.

“i mean it! my academy’s headmaster would lose her mind if she saw that any of us got something permanent on our bodies. i was thinking some place more…. discreet?”

“mhm. like where?”

“m-my… my um.. hip. like my lower hip.”

“okay. how low?”

“huh?” you squeaked out. fuck. really, really low—

she smirked at you before calmly replying, “how far down do you want your tattoo? it’s pretty small so it should be quick.”

“i don’t know. as far down as you can get it,” you replied slightly huskier.

“uh huh,” she said with a slight nod while licking her lips. “lay back for me.”

and you never laid down so fast.

#ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams smut #ballerina!reader #black!oc #the last of us #works 𖧧࣪#lesbian #thot thoughts 𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹#tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ

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deadricslover · 10 months

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second time's a charm

here's my masterlist!

a/n: ^^^that's a gif btw idk why it's not playing for me. can u see it?

summary: your younger sister called recently to tell you she had found a boyfriend and she wanted you all as a family to meet him.

warnings: again, like the last post. the focus isn't on Bruce being your partner in this one...

pairings: fem!reader x bale!Bruce Wayne

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Two weeks ago your younger sister, Anna called you up and told you that she got a boyfriend and wanted you to meet him. Of course you said yes, as big sister duty and to see who has your baby sister's heart. She knew when she asked that you would want to meet him, but why she really wanted you two to meet was because she needed your opinion and approval. As silly as it sounded, she wouldn't want to be with him if you didn't like him or thought she could do better as she valued your opinion ever so much, like any little sister would-- even though she's not so young anymore. You needed to be there though for different reasons, yes, you wanted to support Anna, but you also wanted to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and not like when Bruce met your family. To be fair, then, it was uncharted waters and you didn't know what to expect. You want to prevent the invasive mother questions and protective dad mode from arising. Sure, a couple embarrassing stories would be fun, but as long as things didn't go overboard, you were good. You hadn't heard much about this boy only the things that Anna was willing to share when she called you late at night rambling about how their first date went and you could practically see her twirling her hair as if she was in a film.

"Is there a dress code for this sort of thing? Meeting your fiance's sister's boyfriend" Bruce asks from your shared bed while you root through the closet like a racoon in a bin trying to find the perfect fit for Bruce to wear. You felt like a mom picking out clothes for her child. You eventually find what you're looking for and throw it at him while replying

"Yes, not pyjamas. Now get changed"

"Yes, Mom" he says smiling looking for a reaction out of you

"Would you rather pick out an outfit for yourself?" you question, spinning back around to see him now standing up taking off his shirt

"no, you just always do such a good job"

"do you want me to change you too?" you ask, now bickering like an old couple

"you know, I wouldn't mind-" he starts

"tough, you're a grown man that should be able to change AND pick out his own clothes" you say cracking a little smile, despite your efforts to not let it show. You close the door before he had a chance to say something else and also so he didn't she the grin creeping up on your face. You go straight to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water because who knew finding clothes for Bruce to wear would be so hard. Not like you hadn't done it hundred times.

Time passes and you two leave to go to your childhood home. It was safe to say you were probably in for a stressful night, constantly listening to make sure your parents don't drift in to a conversation tat would make Anna or her boyfriend uncomfortable. You and Bruce both knew that. The drive to the house was normal, but Bruce could sense that you were slightly worried at the possibilities.

"there's no need to worry, my love. Anna and the new boy should be the nervous ones" He comforts rubbing your hand as much as he could while driving while driving.

"if I don't like him, it will really effect how Anna sees this guy. I just want it to go well. Of course I want to like him and even if I don't, I'm not sure whether to mention it to Anna or to keep it a secret, if I keep it to myself then I feel like she might ignore all the red flags and I don't want her to get hurt but if I do tell her then I will feel like the bad person and that she can't make her own decisions an-" Bruce cuts you off

"you're rambling. I understand you're worried but everything will be fine, I promise" he reassures you sweetly, glancing over to you sitting in the passenger seat. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place it a little kiss into the back of it.

You step out of the car grabbing the last minute things that your dad asked you to pick up on the way here. Bruce meets you at your side and you walk to the door together, entering the house after a quick knock. You are met by your younger brother running up to the door grabbing onto you squeezing the life out his older sister.

You squat down to give him a proper embrace. "hi, big boy! you've grown so much"

"everyone's so excited to see you and mom is shouting at dad a lot" he innocently tells you. bless him for not knowing better.

"and we're here to fix that" you reply to your younger brother, max while getting up to say hi to everyone else. as you're walking away max runs up to Bruce and Bruce picks him up and they exchange greetings. Max looks up to Bruce so much, it's honestly so adorable.

someone that you do not yet recognise catches your attention and you soon realise that it must be the boy of the night, Anna's boyfriend who you still do not know the name of.

"hi, I'm Anna's older sister" you say to him offering your name also. He sticks out his hand for you to shake which catches you off guard but you accept the gesture no less.

"I'm Claude. I am with your sister" he says, a slight French accent flowing it's way to your ears.

"ooh where's that accent from" you inquire not 100% sure if that's an ok question to ask, but you did it anyways.

"my parents are french, my older siblings and I were all born in France and lived there until about eight years ago." he responds with a smile sending proud of his roots

"me and my fiance-- who is somewhere-- were hoping to go next year. any recommendations as to where is nice?" you ask trying to make conversation

he gives you multiple lovely places, explaining each is heaps of detail. you take each into account and make a mental note to check them out later on.

you spot your parents in the kitchen but more specifically, your mother hanging over your father's shoulder bickering with him, telling him that he is cutting the food wrong.

"mom, I don't think you can cut potatoes wrong." you call out catching her attention. she spins around and notices you and visibly sighs in relief.

"thank God you're here" she wraps you in an embrace while telling you how happy she is that you're here.

"everything will be fine. don't worry" you reassure her even though you aren't thinking the same thing at all.

"Anna is upstairs. she wanted me to send you up when you arrived. Where's Bruce?" she inquires looking around.

"with his shadow. I'll go up to her now" you say leaving. passing Bruce and Max on the way, telling him where you're going. You knock on her door and walk in when she says it's good for you to enter. she is sitting at her desk with a mirror propped against the wall touching up her hair. She glances at you in the mirror, puts down the tool and jumps up to run to you.

"I missed you." she tells you into your neck

"I missed you more. sorry I couldn't see you sooner." you answer, pulling back and sitting on her bed.

she sits down next to you and you start to ask her about the boy and teasing her about it and she gets all red and shy but it's so sweet. you've never been in this position before as you only have two younger siblings and Anna is the older of the pair. you remember when she was obsessing over the peeta from the hunger games when she was younger and now look at her. she is graduating soon and you are simply not ready for that. yes, you're not her mother but still, it's strange seeing her like this. You two talk for a little while more before you decide to finish off her hair for her while listening to some nostalgic music from your childhood together.

"he's downstairs. I feel bad leaving him but I need to look good and I'm kinda nervous" she says fiddling with her eyelashes.

"you do look good. And he is definitely not just dating you for your amazing looks, there's no need to worry" you inform her telling the utter truth

There is a knock on the door interrupting you two.

"sorry to interrupt, your mom sent me up. Claude and your family are waiting downstairs because dinner is ready" Bruce says popping in the door.

"oh sorry, we're on our way. just need to make sure Anna is feeling her best" you reply smiling at her in the mirror.

"he seems great, I was talking to him downstairs when max went away to get his new firetruck, that's the only time I got a word in with someone else" Bruce says showing how obsessed your brother is with your boyfriend.

"yeah I think so too. unless he comes out with some major criminal record" you tell her honestly but also glancing to Bruce to see his reaction, as batman doesn't have the best reputation with the cops.

"trust me, he doesn't. he's a good guy" Anna replies giggling a little bit.

"when I introduced myself first, he seemed so starstruck and he was stuttering and getting shy, it was really funny. but to be fair, if I saw George Clooney I would too" Bruce follows up with which makes you laugh and so does anna.

"yeah except, you're not George Clooney" you reply smiling a little bit.

"just hope we turn out like you two. I really like him" she follows up with.

"you want to get engaged or you really like him? they are two different things"

"you can't have both" Bruce replies with still standing in the doorframe.

a look of horror paints it's way onto her face and you quickly have to reassure her you were kidding. you turn off the curler wand start walking down the stairs, encouraging Anna to go first but she didn't want to.

you felt a little bad for Claude waiting by himself downstairs, especially because he doesn't know anyone. Bruce is different, he knows your family and max would keep him occupied anyways. Bruce sits down pulling out a chair for you next to him as he does so. Anna sits down next to Claude also and you all begin eating as everyone is super hungry. During the dinner you kept glancing to Claude to find him glancing at Bruce still starstruck and also did exactly as you said you would, you kept Anna from getting too embarrassed to the point where she wanted to leave and was actually annoyed with your parents. Although, a couple funny childhood stories would be ok but you wanted to stand up for your baby sister when things might get a bit too much.

"so" your father starts talking

"Claude, how do you plan to treat my daughter?" he continues with

"Dad" you warn looking at him trying to prevent exactly what you were afraid of

"I'm kidding. It was a joke. Calm down, care bear. If your mom's dad asked me that at seventeen I would have started sweating and crying in front of him" he admits and the table starts laughing. max too just because everyone else is-- in particular, Bruce. maybe if you weren't so tense you would have noticed it was a joke. God, you needed wine

"wine anyone?" you ask the table getting up and grabbing the bottle of wine you brought. your mom accepts and Bruce denies as he is driving and your dad jut doesn't drink. Hopefully this will help you calm down

questions are thrown at Claude to try and get to know him and he kindly answers. You soon come to the conclusion that you were worrying for no reason at all and didn't need to be so uptight. When you thought you were out of the spotlight your mom brings up an old embarrassing story of you that she promised to never tell anyone. Bruce didn't even know this.

"she went out drinking with some of her friends one time and I knew that they were drinking but she legally was allowed to so I couldn't stop her. But I think we both wish she did listen to me. I waited up for her to make sure she was ok when she came home but nobody walked through the front door, so I went to bed. Maybe she was staying at a friends house and forgot to text or she could sill be out. I don't know. I get waken up by my phone ringing at five am and guess who it is" she says pointing to you at the last part as if the whole table didn't know.

"she was whispering 'mom, can you open the front door please.' thought nothing of it besides the fact it was five am. I opened the door and she wasn't there, so I called her back and asked where she was. she told me she was waiting outside. long story short, she wasn't at our house but a completely different neighbourhood knocking on some innocent families door with some strange woman that I didn't recognise when i picked her up. she told me 'mom, this is angelina' she comes over to me and whispers 'it's angelina jolie. be nice' she thought this random woman was angelina jolie and this poor woman was just following her around because they had been talking all night."

you drop your head in shame as she finishes off the story and embarrassment, Bruce glancing over to you multiple times because he could never imagine you getting that drunk.

"to be fair, I was new to drinking, didn't know my limits and wanted to have fun. Anna, do not ever do anything like that, it was the worst i has ever been it's not worth it"

"Wait, we were together then? You were at least twenty one then" Bruce comments

"yeah, I didn't call you back for like three days." you reply

" I called your parents to make sure you were ok. do you even remember this?" he asks

"no. so this could be completely made up" you admit knowing damn well it was real because of the terrible hangover you had

"oh it was real alright" your dad pipes in

"ok, can we drop it this is embarrassing." you ask ashamed

because of this simple ask, your parents do not in fact drop it and the night ends up being all about you instead of Claude and Anna which was a bit unfair but I guess it was better than embarrassing Anna.

The night ends when Claude's parents ask him to come home. You and Bruce set off then too saying goodbye to Anna, Max and your parents sarcastically thanking them for everything they said.

As you and Bruce drive home and get ready for bed, he won't drop the subject of you getting obliterated drunk.

"I can't wait until I see Alfred next. I'm going to ask him about all the times that you got drunk beyond your limits"

and with that he was quiet and dropped the topic.

"honestly, I think Claude had the hots for you more than Anna. he was staring at you the whole dinner" you say to him

"stop, he just met THE Bruce Wayne. of course he's gonna be starstruck" he replies

"you're so full of it"

and that's how the night you were scared about ended. you were slightly embarrassed to be honest because as you knew deep down in your brain, there was nothing to worry about.

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