scaredy-katts

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im gonna fuck hoshina in his stupid yellow car

[scaredy-katts]

"what are your intentions with our son?"

the intentions:

[scaredy-katts]

SNIPER, SNIPER! ☆ LEON KENNEDY

summary. in leon’s line of work as a contract killer, weaknesses weren’t an option. luckily, he’d eliminated his… all except for one.

warnings. fem!reader, hitman!leon, ex!leon, re4 leon intended. discussion of murder, guns, bullets, etc. a loooot of blissful ignorance, porn with some plot, pet names, oral sex ( fem. receiving ), face sitting, missionary, unprotected p in v, creampie. wc. 5.3k.

note. i tend to fuck up a nice “ex who is a raging munch” fic or two saurrrr this is basically my staple now

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Leon isn’t sure why he’s here.

He hasn’t ever bid on a target as sought after as the one that he has now acquired. The target was only described as someone who simply ‘knows too much’ about something they shouldn’t. Vague, he thinks, especially because they remained nameless, genderless, and description-less otherwise. It was odd, for sure, but it was the highest contract that he had ever come by.

As a matter of fact, he’s positive that it’s the highest contract that anyone in his position has ever seen, let alone signed. He’s sure that he’s ruffled a bit of feathers by taking on the job, especially considering that he was still considered fresh meat among the other hitmen that he was distantly familiar with.

Leon preferred to stay out of the unusual politics that came with the underground world, and that meant taking on the jobs that no one deemed urgent enough to complete.

(Plenty of drug dealers, a few sketchy nightclub owners, and an awful bunch of politicians who he is 99% sure put the bounty on their own heads to avoid the scandal that was unearthed about each of them no less than two weeks after they were found with bullets in their brains. He preferred those hits. All men, all guilty of something.)

Nevertheless, he finds himself here, perched on the rooftop of an upscale bar with his sniper rifle angled over the ledge. His scope was perfectly aligned with the entrance of the night club across the street, his right eye narrowed while the other was completely shut.

He sighs, tapping onto his earpiece to communicate with his teammate that was a few buildings over. Alexander.

(Alexander was a tech-nut. He was responsible for ensuring that the coast was clear, that there weren’t an abundance of cops in the area, and that security cameras of the establishment were looped continually in order to ensure that no one could suspect anything more than someone being at the wrong place at the wrong time.)

“Reread the target description that was left for me,” Leon quietly commands.

“Aaand what’s the magic word?”

He heavily sighs. For a job like this, he figured that working alone would be the best option, but with the more he learned, the more experience he gained, the people he met—he was proven wrong. A team works more efficiently than a single person, even if the other half of his current team was a bit… annoying.

“Don’t piss me off,” he huffs, shaking his head as he closes one eye to look through the scope again.

Leon can practically hear Alexander’s grin on the other end of the line as he speaks. “Alright, man, jeez. Your g-string must be a bit too tight tonight, but that’s alright, I’m in no place to judge you.”

Before the blonde can even react to that unsettling quip, Alexander continues speaking, only this time, he does what Leon asks of him. “Bounty, bounty, bounty… where is the darn thing? Oh yes, here it is. Okay, it says that the target will be wearing a blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black slacks tonight…. and that’s it.”

Leon hums, mulling over the very few words that were left for him by the person who had posted the contract in the first place. He’d never killed someone based on the description of an outfit alone,  but then again, he’s never gotten paid this much for sending a bullet through a random guy’s skull. He’ll take it.

“Thanks,” he mutters, turning off his ear piece to drown out the voice of the male on the other end.

It feels like hours pass by in which all he does is stare at the entrance, watching as each attendee leaves the establishment periodically. Each time he saw the color red, he’d perk up, only to find that they were wearing jeans, or they were wearing a white blazer, which only left him feeling more annoyed as time went on.

And then, the door opens. He can practically feel the air flee his lungs as he taps onto his earpiece out of instinct. A blue button-up shirt, a black coat, and black slacks.

“Ooh. Pretty. We guessed wrong, didn’t we?” Alexander speaks through the earpiece, which causes Leon to raise a brow.

“What’re you…” his voice trails. His blood runs cold, his palms begin to sweat, and his eyes blow wide. “Holy… fuck.”

“I know right? Not only is she a woman, but she’s miiiighty fine,” his teammate speaks, his voice oddly humorous for the given situation. A moment of silence passes, and Alexander continues to talk, but he can’t hear a damn word.

Leon freezes like a deer in headlights as he watches you emerge from the dim nightclub with a man’s arm slung around your shoulder, though that hardly taints how angelic you look tonight.

Your hair frames your face so beautifully, so soft and feminine. The tip of your nose was flushed given the crisp night air that you’ve just stepped into, your smile was wide and toothy as you walked beside a man that he didn’t recognize.

You’re gorgeous, is all he can manage to think right now. It’s the first time he’s seen you since the moment the two of you broke up six months ago, and you look even prettier than when he pictured you each night to fall asleep. He dreamt of you often, but his lovesick mind was no match for imagining the beauty that you possess.

Suddenly, Alexander’s voice pierced through his haze, bringing him back to the current scene. “Earth to Leon? I get it man, she’s pretty, very much so. I’d hit that too if she wasn’t gonna die in like… two secs.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he hisses, his voice sounding just as venomous as he’d intended it to. “You aren’t going to lay a damn finger on her.”

“Woah, buddy. Big talk from the guy with a sniper aimed at her head.”

That is the moment in which everything clicks in the worst way imaginable.

It’s you. His target, the person who knows too much, the one who is supposed to die tonight—it’s you.

And then, he becomes acutely aware of the lines that are obstructing his view of you. His scope. The red dot in the center placed strategically on your temple, the bullet meant just for you waiting for a simple pull of a trigger.

Leon shudders, picking his head up. No. Absolutely not. Completing his task was not even a thought in his mind anymore, not if the target was you. His beautiful, sweet girl.

But he couldn’t leave the scene unscathed. It would raise suspicion, possibly even tie him to you in a way that you didn’t need. If he didn’t fulfill the obligation in some way, someone else would. He’d broken up with you to save you from all of this, and now, he’d unknowingly come here to make you familiar with his lifestyle in the worst way possible.

You were walking away, and it’s then that his trained eyes fall onto the man who has his arm draped over your shoulder in the way he used to all those months ago. His heart aches at the mere sight of you looking so happy in the company of another, but it gives him an idea.

Leon looks through the scope again, and within seconds, a loud gunshot rings through the air in the form of a thundering pop.

His jaw tenses as he hears screaming. They aren’t your screams though, because you’re not hit. They’re coming from the man you were with, because Leon has just lightly grazed his arm with a bullet.

He wasn’t insane. He wasn’t going to be killing anyone tonight, even if he desperately wanted to kick the living shit out of the man who is so close to you.

Well… was close to you. He isn’t anymore. Your date is writhing on the pavement all because of a flesh wound, and you’re standing above him with the most confused and concerned look on your face.

Leon can’t help but think that the man has no regard for you and your safety. For all this mystery man knows, more shots could be coming, and instead of trying to protect you, he’s rolling around on the concrete like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Such a man baby.

“What’re you waiting for? Holy fuck, uh… you still have the shot. Take the shot—”

Leon pulls the earpiece away, turning it off before he shoves it into his back pocket. He didn’t need to be scolded by anyone, let alone someone as useless as his teammate. He’d beat him bloody for how he had spoken about you if he weren’t already packing up his equipment to head over to your place.

He needs to check on you, first and foremost. He also needs to explain himself which was… going to be no easy feat, he supposes.

You don’t find your way home until about an hour later, keys jumbling about as you push it into the slot, twisting it with a tired hand.

To be shot at was not on your agenda for tonight, but being berated by your date for not reacting quick enough to help him evade a bullet you had no knowledge of was certainly not how you wanted to end your night either.

Annoyed, exhausted, and frustrated, you step into your apartment. When you begin to shrug off your coat, your body tenses. No. Fucking. Way.

“What the fuck?” you hiss, your voice rising in octave.

Leon stands from your couch, approaching you with his hands in the air, attempting to show you that he hadn’t come with malice. You knew he hadn't, but that didn’t mean you wanted to see him.

“Baby, it’s just me,” he says without thinking, the pet name slipping out before he could have a say in the matter.

“Yeah, I know it’s just you, that’s the problem!” you continue, hanging your coat up on the rack along with your purse. “Are you out of your damn mind? I—”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “I am out of my mind, and you must be out of yours for still keeping your spare key under your doormat. I told you to move it years ago.”

Your brows knit together. “You little— you know what? I’m not even going to entertain that. How about this? You leave, and we forget this happened, yeah?”

“Can’t do that,” he tells you with a shrug, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I need to talk to you.”

“Don’t do this, Leon, not tonight,” you huff, pinching your nose bridge. “I’m not in the mood, alright? I was—”

“Shot at?” he finishes your sentence. He immediately regrets it, pressing his lips into a line to keep himself from saying anything else.

Your demeanor falters at that. You tilt your head to the side, your eyes narrowing as you look at him from where he stands across the room. “How do you know that?”

He takes a moment to answer, his mouth opening without any words coming out. It spikes your frustration, so you speak again. “Damn it, Leon, how do you know that?”

Leon holds his hands up again, pleading his defense before he criminalizes himself entirely. “I was the one behind the gun, but it’s not what you think—”

Your jaw drops. “Not what I think? Not what I think? You tried to kill me!”

He shakes his head, his expression falling. “I didn’t, baby. I swear. Just let me explain, and—”

“You tried to shoot me in the damn neck!” you continue, your hand dramatically clasping into the side of your throat.

Leon closes his eyes for a moment, internally bracing himself for your outburst that he absolutely deserves. He opens them again, simply watching as you spew insults his way. He takes them without any hint of irritation.

“What the hell, Leon? Is that what you do now? You stalk your ex-girlfriend and try to kill her? Not only that, you missed. You missed! That’s almost fucking humorous, because how can you try to do something like that and then miss!”

Leon sighs, waiting for a moment to see if you try to continue, and when you don’t, he speaks instead. “I aimed for his arm, not your neck, or anywhere else that would endanger you—”

“Yeah, and you almost blew his arm off!” You’re more than aware that the statement was dramatic, but you don’t need to have any sense right now.

“It was a flesh wound, he’ll be just fine,” he tells you before he continues with what he was saying before. “And I wasn’t stalking you. Not knowingly, anyway. I would never hurt you. Not ever. Your date was just… collateral. I had no choice.”

He hopes that you don’t ask any more questions about that, because he won’t have any answers for you. It was for the better. All you knew was that his job wasn’t legal. It couldn’t have been, not with the copious amounts of money that rolled in while he hardly worked for half of the month.

The less you knew about what his line of work entailed, the safer you were. The further away you were from him, the safer you were. However, those last words now ring hollow.

“Look…” he whispers, taking a step towards you despite his brain screaming at him to leave. He couldn’t. Not when he was the only one who knew of your compromised position. “I know that much has changed between us. It’s my fault, I know it, but I can’t tell you anything more about my job. I just need you to—”

You need answers that you won’t be getting, and that sentiment alone makes you furious. When he gets too close, your hand moves to the leather harness that he has strapped around his broad chest, pulling a sharp-bladed knife from its sleeve. His eyes widen as you hold the blade up to him, his hands shooting up into the air yet again.

“You remember where I put my spare key, I remember where you keep your spare knife,” you taunt, the two of you standing so close now that he can feel the warmth of your breath on his face. “Guess we haven’t changed as much as you think.”

He huffs as the cool blade grazes his clothed chest, the metal so close that it nearly pierces his skin. Even then, you ensure that it doesn’t. It’s almost touching how you press such a sharp object to his heart of all places, he thinks.

Your situation is far more complicated than the both of you can handle right now. You have unresolved issues with each other, and that alone must be addressed before you can even begin to scratch the surface of the threats that now face the two of you.

“I still think you’re sexy when you’re mean to me,” he whispers, tilting his head to the side. “That hasn’t changed either.”

Was it the time for his flirtatious performance? Certainly not, but you were putting on a little performance of your own just the same.

You scoff, narrowing your eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

Leon shakes his head, his eyes narrowing just as yours did. “Disgusting? Oh, don’t romance me.”

“I’m not romancing you,” you huff with an eye roll. Your grip on the knife only tightens, but you have no real intention of using it. “I’m threatening you.”

He hardly finds you to be threatening. He’d liken you to an angry cat, but he wouldn’t dare voice that out loud. He’s letting you have your moment, truth be told. “Mm, even better.”

His calloused hand moves to shadow yours, slowly lowering the knife that begged to pierce his pale skin. You let him, which only gives him more incentive to pull it away from your grasp entirely.

He tucks the knife back into his sheath, moving to unbuckle the harness entirely. “Now, tell me. Who was that guy?”

A random guy you met on Tinder. “My future husband.”

You’re just trying to get under his skin now, and judging by the look on his face, it’s working. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at you, taking note of that smug grin that stretches over your lips.

He really just wants to fuck it right off you, but he doesn’t make that known. Not yet, anyway.

“Yeah?” he asks, tilting his head. “You gonna let him put a ring on that pretty finger of yours?”

No, you absolutely were not, but you’re enjoying this game. It’s what he deserves after scaring the shit out of you tonight. “Yeah, I am. Thinking about some baby names too, just for safekeeping.”

Leon doesn’t like the thought that you’ve just put in his head, not one bit. His hand finds your left one, bringing it up to his lips as he presses a kiss on your ring finger. “Huh. That’s what you want?”

You tilt your head, noticing how his lips linger on your hand for a moment too long. “You know what I don’t want? To be shot at.”

He hums, giving you a mocking frown. Of course he feels bad about that, but… you both know he hadn’t truly shot at you. Around you, yes, but not at you. His large hands find your waist, his fingers grasping onto the fabric of your shirt and slowly but surely, you find yourself being backed towards your couch.

“Answer my question,” he whispers, his voice now possessing a rasp that it didn’t have before.

You sigh, willingly sitting on your couch, even though you’re doing your best to front as though you’re totally disinterested. “Why should I?”

He shrugs, his lips tugging down as he tilts his head. You watch with blown eyes as he kneels in front of you, his palms gliding over your thighs.

“‘Cause if that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.”

You tilt your head, eyeing him quite intently as his fingers move to the button of your slacks. You shouldn’t be turned on, but you absolutely are, and the damp fabric of your panties that he’s about to see conveys that pretty well.

“Give me what?” you ask, grinning slightly.

“A ring, a baby… both, neither,” he replies, his fingers hooking beneath your waistband. “Lift your hips for me.”

When you do just that, his eyes raise to find yours. He has a crazed look in his eye, one that you’re all too familiar with. “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll give it to you,” he whispers, leaning in until his soft lips just barely brush against yours.

Your eyes close, and you could have sworn that he was going to kiss you… but he doesn’t. When you open your eyes, you find him grinning. The same shit-eating grin that you love and hate to no avail.

“You just have to say the words,” he whispers against your lips.

You roll your eyes, your hand reaching out to rest on the back of his neck. He was already impossibly close, so all you truly did was hold him there. “I want to kiss you.”

Leon smiles, nodding his head in agreement. “Mm, like I said. Whatever my lady wants, she gets.”

His lips find yours in a searing kiss, his calloused hands smoothing over the soft, exposed skin of your thighs. Your lips move together in a gentle manner at first, as though you were allowing yourselves to get familiar all over again, but you were both quick to realize that gentleness was the last thing you needed.

Your breathing grows ragged as one of his hands cups the back of your head, tilting you just enough so that his tongue could easily slip into your mouth. The kiss was sloppier, messier, much more desperate. It was perfect, in your humble opinion.

He trails kisses down your cheek, jaw, neck… just about anywhere he could as he begins his gradual descent. His hands palm at your breasts through your shirt, and without hesitation, his hands grasp onto the fabric and yank it open. Buttons go flying about your living room, but Leon doesn’t seem to care with the way his face pressed into your cleavage.

One of his hands snaked behind you to undo the clasp of your bra, and the moment he saw a nipple, his mouth was already distracted once again.

“Leon, that was my favorite shirt!” you scold, glancing down at him.

He looks up at you with hazed eyes, sucking the peak of your breast into his mouth before he releases it to reply to you. “Was it?” he asks, his reply lacking any care in the slightest.

You nod, narrowing your eyes at him, but your front doesn’t last long when his tongue swirls around your areola. He reaches into his back pocket, tossing his wallet beside you.

“Buy a new one, shit, buy anything you want,” he whispers against your skin, his hands grasping onto your waist. “Tits are so pretty, baby. I missed you.”

“Is that all you missed about me?” you ask, a huff of laughter leaving your lips while his trail down your stomach.

“Absolutely not, no,” he murmurs against your skin, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your panties. He looks at you as he pulls them down your legs, and he presses his warm lips to your inner calves and thighs as he makes his way towards you again. “Missed everything about you.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s corny—”

“Sh,” he tells you, holding one finger up while he uses his other hand to slip one into your sopping entrance. Your walls clench around him, which only forces a chuckle to leave his mouth. “Let her talk for a bit, yeah?”

He hardly gives you a moment to reply before his head dips, his tongue curling up to stimulate your clit before he sucks on it entirely. He unabashedly moans into your cunt, introducing another finger into your entrance simultaneously.

Your head falls back, your hand delving into his hair to hold him impossibly closer to you, even though he seriously would get closer if he could.

“Sweetest pussy,” he murmurs into your heat, his voice rumbling against your wet cunt that he continued to eat like he would die if he didn’t. “Do somethin’ for me?”

You pick your head up to look down at him, nodding without question. He opens his eyes to look at you in return, pressing a kiss onto your mound before he turns around so that his back is now pressed against the front of your couch, still sitting on the ground.

“Sit on my face,” he suggests, tipping his head back onto the couch cushion.

He reaches for your hand to pull you forward, and you pivot on your knee, your front facing the back of the couch. He lays a light smack on your ass before he pulls you down the rest of the way to make you sit on his face.

Your hand reaches down, clutching onto his hair yet again while you cry out in genuine bliss. His tongue softens as he gives you long, deep licks into your pussy, wanting to taste every inch of you on his tongue.

And when your hips start to rock, he seems to be even happier. Much more incentivized too. He lulls his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it to let you ride his face as you so pleased. You made a mess of his chin, his mouth, his nose—he hardly cares.

(In fact, he doesn’t care. Not one bit. You might even have to pay him to care.)

“Y-You know,” you whine, grasping a bit firmer onto his hair while your hips continue to roll on his tongue, “I’m still mad at you.”

He nods his head, which only stimulates your cunt even more. “Mm, yeah?”

It felt so good. Everything about this was absolutely ecstasy, you can feel your eyes pricking with tears from how stimulated you’re growing.

“Yeah,” you choke out, resting your palms on the back of the couch to brace yourself. “I’m really fucking mad.”

Leon can’t help but grin, his hands brushing along the plush of your thighs. “I’m not too sure, sweetheart. Not with you riding my face like you love me ‘n all.”

“Shut… shut the hell up,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your movements begin to grow even more crazed the closer you get to your release. He was right, but that didn’t mean you had to admit that.

“Okay,” he complies, his eyes fluttering shut while he starts to greedily make out with your pussy, feeling the way you pulsate on his tongue. “Shuttin’ me up real nice with this pretty little pussy. Cum on my face too while you’re at it, pretty girl.”

Not nice enough, but you cry out anyway, your head falling while your legs tremble on either side of his head. “I… Leon, ‘m cumming,” you say through an airy moan.

His movements slow as yours do, his tongue eagerly reaping the benefits of its labor in the form of your sweet release. He lets out a content sigh, pressing a few sweet kisses on your inner thigh.

You slowly rise up from his face, and he turns around to face you again, licking his lips, not caring about the rest of your thin slick that coats his face. You chuckle, running your hand over his face to wipe it away.

“So…” he drawls, pressing a kiss to your palm. “You’re still mad at me? Tell me more.”

“Later,” you reply, hooking your finger into the loophole of his pants to pull him closer to you.

With a chuckle, Leon pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aimlessly on the floor of your living room. He gently nudges you until you’re laying back on your couch, his hands then moving to undo his belt.

“Ah, I see,” he teases, pushing his pants and boxers down in one motion. He kicks them away before he settles in between your parted legs, his hand pumping his cock.

You raise your eyes from his cock to his eyes, and you give him the most weary expression alive. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you say.

It’s been too long, you were certainly not used to his size anymore. Leon knew it just as well as you did, but he didn’t want to make you nervous by saying that.

His brows knit together as he leans down to kiss you, his fingers moving a bit lower to prod your entrance. “You flatter me,” he says against your lips, his head dipping a bit lower to kiss your neck. “But there’s no need to worry your pretty head, baby. It fit before and it fit just right, remember? I’ll take care of you just like I did then.”

You nod your head, one of your hands cupping the back of his head while the other rests on his strong shoulder. “Okay… yeah, okay.”

He nods too, moving one of his hands to meet the one that you have resting on his shoulder. He intertwines your fingers, pushing your hand back onto the couch while he uses his other one to slide his tip along your folds.

“I promise,” he whispers, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”

He always has. Even after the events of tonight, you know that he always will.

“I love you,” you say without thinking. A flush rushes across your face, and you close your eyes in utter embarrassment. (Seriously? A confession of your undying love while he’s actively entering you? Time and place.) “I’m so sorry, I—”

“Nothing to apologize for,” he whispers, pushing his cock further inside of you until he bottoms out. “Mm… I love you so much,” he replies without a care in the world. “And I’m not sorry about it.”

Your eyes soften at that, and a small chuckle leaves your lips. “Well… that’s good, isn’t it…?”

His eyebrows knit together, laughing softly at your awkward reply. “You’re such a dork, baby,” he whispers, dipping his head to plant a kiss on your lips while he rolls his hips into yours. “A pretty one, though.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he presses a kiss on your lips, and they stay shut, even when he opts to just rest his forehead on yours. “Your dork,” you say, a bit breathlessly with a smile on your face.

“Mhm,” he nods in agreement, a toothy smile stretching across his face. “My dork.”

Such a lovely interaction that you nearly forgot that he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, because the moment he falls silent, your eyes widen. “Oh, God…”

He smiles, kissing your cheek while he continues to thrust inside of you, his cock being swallowed whole by your pussy in a way that made him feel like he was finally home.

“See?” he whispers in your ear, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re taking me so well, pretty. So well.”

That makes you chuckle, but your laugh doesn’t last for long when the head of his cock rams into you even harder. Your hand smooths out along the expanse of his back, dragging your nails back up.

“You’re crazy,” you gasp out.

Leon smiles. “Crazy about you, sure.”

You laugh through an airy moan, tilting your head to the side as your eyes flutter shut. “Sooo corny,” you whisper.

He shakes his head with his same toothy grin, using his free hand to tilt your chin towards him again. His thumb brushes along your bottom lip before he kisses you, and it is just about the sweetest kiss that you could have ever asked for.

“You love it,” he murmurs in reply, a bit breathless as an overwhelming heat pools in his lower stomach.

You shake your head. “I love you.”

Leon clicks his tongue at that, giving your hand a squeeze. “And I’m the corny one?”

That makes you laugh, which makes him laugh. He loves hearing you like this, so happy yet so utterly ruined by the way he feels inside of you. He knows that the feeling is mutual, which only amplifies how much he’s enjoying this. Having you again.

He softly moans in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Pussy was made for me,” he rasps, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. “You were made for me.”

After a few more strokes, he truly begins to lose himself. His cock twitches inside of you, and he dips his head into your shoulder. “Mmh, ‘m gonna cum,” he rasps.

He pulls back, but you only pull him closer. It’s been so long, he hadn’t truly thought that you’d be okay with that. But here you were, his favorite girl. Always surprising him. “I love you, sweet girl.”

You nod your head, wrapping your free arm around his neck while the other gives his hand another squeeze. “I love you more.”

He grunts when your walls clench around his length, his lips pressing a longing kiss to your shoulder. “Cum with me, baby, c’mon. I need it, honey, please.”

You’re in no position to deny him or yourself. Your body trembles beneath him, a gorgeous moan ripping through the air while he buries himself deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum while you find your own release on his cock.

The two of you lay there for a moment, out of breath and entirely engulfed by one another. He slowly pulls out of you, pressing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, until he eventually kisses your lips.

When he pulls away, you smile up at him. You chase his lips once more, giving him a tender kiss before you lay your head back down.

“Now, as for why I’m still mad at you…”

note. yeahhh i need him bad in a way that’s concerning to feminism. anywhoooo interact if you enjoyed i rly like writing for him :D thank you so much for reading!

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thinking about bitter again.... I wish I could put words on paper bc the thoughts I'm having about yaku being a cuck... yeah 🚬

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i always liked the older versions of Leon, but this is another level omgf if i had him in front of me i would suck him until my knees bleed 🙏

cr: anglehands on x ‹𝟹

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all the demon fucking books I've read have trained me for this exact moment!!!!

yeah I'm gonna have to write for kpop demon hunters now...

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All the grip I lost on reality went straight to my pussy

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so anyways I should write about yaku being a cuck

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Getting accidentally edged by a nerd because they keep pausing to tell you something they just thought about

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Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

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in the cuck chair with opera glasses and a big foam finger

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yes of course I love him for his personality

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when he looks up at you from his knees with the most wicked grin acting like he’s still the one in control as if his hands aren’t held behind his back, as if his cock isn’t twitching and leaking into his boxers

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osamu fucks you on call (ex!bf, breeding, dub ish? not rlly?)

osamu miya, owner of a popular onigiri store, has got a thing for the newly employed cashier— you.

you show up to work in tight little tops that do nothing to shield your body from his imagination: he wonders just how tight you are down there.

with a store as small as his, 2 workers are more than enough to conquer rush hour. no way it’s intentional when he goes behind you and “sorry— just have to get something,” neither of you say anything about the hard outline of his dick that pulses against your clothed pussy.

it takes 2 weeks for him to fold. his brother thought it’d take shorter but the fact that your toxic boyfriend decided to cheat on you now out of all time, he can’t help but thank god.

“come on, baby, pick up the phone,” osamu teases, his cock rips into you, leaking pre-cum as he bends you over the cashier counter.

the store closed an hour ago. an hour ago, he overheard your ex greeting you at the door with insults and degradation that you don’t deserve. now, “let him see just how gorgeous you look when i cum inside you, doll, go on.”

your trembling fingers somehow manage to land on the green receiving button, and the reaction is immediate— the caller begins to speak, but before the entire word can be finished, he pauses— osamu smiles wider at his expression: mouth open like a goldfish, eyebrows slowly drawing up in disbelief. “what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, tell-tale anger evident in his voice. “fuck—! o—osamu i’m gonna cum!” you don’t really register who you’re talking to, but he chuckles, pace rampaging up until you turn into a crying, shaking mess below him, orgasm no doubt following, he picks up the phone, hips thrusting roughly until even your ex can hear how it echoes in the empty stall, “i’m gonna put a baby in her.”

[scaredy-katts]

pink experiment

characters ꕤ senku

cw ꕤ nsfw!!!!!! minors and ageless dni!!!!!!!!! gn!reader, begging, aphrodisiac, breathplay (don't expect much i've never written it), degradation/praise, ooc but for good reason i swear

wc ꕤ 1533

you walked into the lab, watching senku pour a pink liquid into many small bottles. drinking bottles? “what’s that?” you asked.

“oh, good.” he said, motioning to the stool in front of him. he had called you in not too long ago, saying he’d need you in the lab in a little bit. chrome said he wanted to come, but senku declined for some reason. he handed you one of the drinking bottles and you smelled it. it smelled sweet and fruity. you smiled, putting the bottle to your lips. senku never put anything harmful in a drinking bottle. if he knew it was deadly, he wouldn’t have given to you. mostly because you weren’t the most trustworthy with those sorts of things. “it’s an aphrodisiac.”

you stopped before you drank it and looked at him. “is that why chrome couldn’t come?” you asked.

“obviously.” he drew a skull on each of the bottles, and then put them on a high shelf. you looked down at the liquid, then back up at him. you opened your mouth to speak. “do you not want to drink it?” he asked.

“um, no, i want to.” you said, looking at it. “i just- here?”

“there’s a lock on the door.” he said simply.

you sighed at him. this was to be expected of him. it was senku after all. the king of nonchalance where there shouldn’t have been any. you looked at the drink once more, then back up at senku. “do i drink all of it?” i asked. he nodded, sitting down in front of you. you took a breath, lifting the bottle to your lips again and starting to chug it. 

it tasted good at least. you set the bottle down when you were done. you felt senku’s eyes on you, so intensely. he always had that look when he was working, but you didn’t know it felt like this. it nearly made you feel bad for his experiments. 

on the other hand, it felt sort of nice to be looked at in this way. like he was studying you. “i don’t feel anything.” you said, looking at him.

he furrowed his brows, looking at the now empty bottle. “it should’ve worked instantly.” he said. he spaced out, looking like he was making calculations in his head. you wondered why it didn’t work. “i don’t have enough to try again.” he looked around at the materials again. “i think i know why it didn’t. i might’ve messed up on a calculation.” he shrugged. 

“you? really?”

he chuckled. “i’m not perfect.”

you smiled. “just making sure you know that.” you teased. “am i good to keep working?” 

he nodded. “yeah, go ahead.” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, walking away. “see you tonight.” he said. you nodded and walked out, going about the rest of your day.

-

you woke up in the middle of the night, body completely overheating. you sat up, groaning. were you sick? you looked over at senku, who was completely hogging the blanket. you would’ve been cold. how were you so hot? you were panting as you tried to get out of bed and grab a jacket of senku’s to wear outside so you could get water.

your knees went weak.

you whined as you felt it.

that feeling right in your core. “shit.” you groaned, turning back to bed. “senku.” you practically moaned out. the aphrodisiac hit. just then, at what was probably three in the morning. you climbed into the bed, leaning over him. 

he stirred awake, eyes hardly open as he looked at you. “what’s with you?” he mumbled. you leaned down and kissed him deeply. he leaned in the kiss, sitting up with you and holding your waist with one hand. he let you kiss him until you both ran out of breath. “lay down.” he told you, getting out of bed. you listened, but you squirmed and writhed in the sheets. he examined you, in that way that he did earlier. you felt the heat in your core grow. he took your hand in his, and you arched up as if he touched your clit. he raised a brow. “maybe the whole thing was a bit much.” he hummed. “i’ll have to redistribute them.” 

he kept mumbling about science and the aphrodisiac, but you weren’t listening. you didn’t care. you needed him. “senku!” you whined, grabbed his arms and pulling him close.

“hold on.” he pulled away. “just because you’re ten billion percent hornier than you normally are doesn’t mean you’re allowed to start acting out.” you whined. 

he took your clothes off very unceremoniously, not that you cared, and his eyes dropped right down to your dripping core.

his dick rose like a pillar. he licked his lips, all thoughts gone. you were already so wet. he could’ve drooled at the sight. 

he wanted to test things on you. he wanted to see what was different, and what made you break. 

but he wasn’t thinking about that anymore. he couldn’t. 

he leaned down. “you want it?” he asked, pressing little kisses to your thighs. you nodded enthusiastically. “come on, y/n, you know what i want.” you tried to say what you wanted, but you were already lost for words. “i can’t help you until you say it.” you groaned, gripping at his hair and pulling it. “you’re gonna be bad? now?” he moved so he was hovering over your face, and he held your chin in his hands so he could make sure you stayed looking at him. “i have you completely at my mercy.” he muttered, trying his best to disregard his aching hard-on. you looked at him, eyes wide. he couldn’t stand it. “fuck this.” he groaned, pulling his clothes completely off. you watched every move of his, feeling even hotter as time went on.

“senku…” you whispered. “i need you.” you pulled him down. he started kissing your neck as he lined himself up, not even needing to look before pushing into you. 

he groaned. it had never been so easy to move into you. as soon as he was in, you tightened around him more than you ever had. “fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane.” he started fucking into you like it was his last day on earth. you nearly screamed out at the sudden intensity. he raked his eyes up and down your body, using the hand that wasn’t holding himself up to feel your entire body from top to bottom. you moaned his name so loud, someone probably heard. neither of you cared anymore though. you couldn’t register it at the time, but this was the most passionate you’d ever seen him. 

you tried to let him know you were cumming, but you couldn’t get the words out. you started tearing up, moans melting with sobs as you came. he leaned on your neck, groaning into it as he pushed harder into you. you didn’t even know he could go harder. you hold onto his arms so tightly, but he didn’t care. all he cared about in that moment was fucking you. all logic was thrown out the window. “keep going.” he groaned. “cum so much for me that you can’t anymore.” you squeezed his arms, cumming again just at his words. “good, you’re so good.” he practically growled. this was so unlike him. “fuck, fuck, y/n.” he looked at you, a hand wrapping around your neck. “you don’t even know what you do to me.” you gasped as the air you were breathing was completely ripped out of your control. you were completely at senku’s mercy.

and that immediately made you cum, eyes rolling, back arching.

“look at you, what a fucking whore.” he shook his head. “you’re such a brat, making me lose control of myself. you know what brats get?” he asked. you didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. “punished. that’s what they get.” he squeezed just a bit tighter around your neck. you were left just panting breath out, unable to take any in. you clenched even tighter around him and he groaned. “you want my cum, huh, brat?” you just barely nodded. “say please.” he let go of your neck, letting you take a few breaths. “go ahead. beg.”

you sobbed out, hardly intelligible, “please, senku!” 

that was all he needed to cum inside you. you came at the same time with a scream, squeezing his arms so tight he couldn’t feel them. finally, the effects started to wear off. he fell limp over you, letting out a breath. “shit.” he mumbled. your eyes threatened to close. you felt his lips pressing the gentlest of kisses on your neck. “i’ll clean you up, just gimme a minute.” he mumbled against you. you gave him a hum in affirmation, but fell asleep almost instantly after that.

-

you woke up a little later in the day than normal, fully clean, with a note on your forehead. you groaned, grabbing it and smiling.

‘take it easy today.’

then you furrowed your brows at a small arrow in the corner. you turned it over.

‘we have some more experiments to run tonight.’

you rolled your eyes. jerk.

a/n ⋆ i'm in love with him i need him where can i get one of this guy this specific specimen. he's not on amazon i looked.

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characters ꕤ senku, taiju, tsukasa, chrome, kinro, gen, hyoga, ukyo, ryusui, stanley, xeno

cw ꕤ nsfw!!!!!! mdni!!!!!!!!! body worship, begging, gn!reader (i think, i really tried my best), breeding-ish, shibari, biting (m!receiving), edging, overstimulation, riding, missionary, maybe etc im not sure my brain cells are gone

wc ꕤ 1717

SENKU

senku will take the entire night finding out what makes you feel good. he’ll make you cum until you’re spent, and then make you cum more after that. “just one or two more tests, you’re doing so good for me.” he speaks so softly and sweetly to you that you can’t help but keep going for him. he’s a huge liar though, because he won’t stop until he figures out what makes you squirm, or scream. he’ll fully ignore his hard-on, focused only on you and your orgasm(s). before he can pleasure himself, he wants to know where your sensitive spots are. he wants to make you moan his name until you can’t speak. for science. of course. “was it here, or… oh, that’s where it was.” he’ll try everything over and over again until it’s muscle memory. so that next time he fucks you, he can do it right. “next time,” he starts, right by your ear, watching your cum spill out for the nth time, “i’ll be able to hold you right over the edge until you break.”

TAIJU

he goes just so feral for you. he loves you and your body so much that he can’t help himself, he can’t even wait until you get to bed. he obviously waits until you’re in private but as soon as that door closes he’s ripping both of your clothes off, picking you up, and pushing you against the closest wall. you need to have some crazy stamina to handle him. “you’re so pretty, baby, i love feeling you against me.” he groans against you, leaving as many hickeys on your neck as possible. the hickeys aren’t for others to see, they’re more because he just wants you to feel exactly how much he loves you. he wants you to have physical proof of his love.

TSUKASA

if i had to use two words to describe the way this man fucks you it is raw and rough. he wants you to feel his cum deep inside. he’ll only pull out if he’s cum inside you once, and when he pulls out all his cum has to hit your body somewhere. his cum needs to be covering you by the time he’s done. he’ll use you like you’re a fucktoy, and he will treat you the same way. “i can feel you tightening around me. you like being my cumdump that bad, huh?” he loves making you ride him. “a real fucktoy wouldn’t get tired. should i get one?” he touches all your sensitive spots while you’re riding him, getting you even weaker so he can tease you for being tired.

CHROME

chrome fucking you would include a ton of giggling and romance on both ends. he’d kiss you passionately, but, “oh, shit, babe, did i bite your lip?” the two of you laugh it off, and move on. when it gets more serious… hickeys everywhere. he’s proud he’s yours, he wants both of you to be marked from top to bottom. he stretches his neck more than usual the day after, showing everybody your beautiful work. he gets so passionate he’ll be fucking you so fast he doesn’t even notice. he just needs to feel you around him, needsx. whenever it slips out (because it happens more than you’d think), he apologizes and goes right back to it. he’ll fuck you past the point of overstimulation. your legs will be shaking by the end of it. he’ll just grin innocently and take care of you as best as he can.

KINRO

he’ll usually let you take more control, whatever makes you happy. but if you give him control, his favorite position is missionary. he loves watching your expressions and he loves seeing your face when you’re moaning. he loves that you can see his. eye contact during orgasm drives this man insane. he teases a bit, just because he likes hearing you whine at him. he won’t make you beg though, he isn’t that cruel. “whenever you’re ready, baby, cum for me.” he speaks so soft and gentle. definitely the talk you through it type. and right after, he’s so sweet, cuddling you, holding you close, and never letting go.

GEN

gen sits you in his lap, back against his chest. he’ll blindfold you, and the first thing you’ll feel is his clothed hard-on against you. the next thing you’ll feel is his breath on your ear. “you feel it, right? how excited i am for you already?” the filthy things that will come out of this man’s mouth will actually not shock you. he’ll drag teasing touches, get your hopes up and then bring them right down. “you’ve been waiting so long for me, i’ll reward you.” but he’ll only touch the inside of your thigh. he’ll get dangerously close, just to remove his hands and go back up to your chest or waist. he’ll chuckle when you start groaning and getting frustrated. “you don’t know what you’re in for.” and you really don’t. when he finally starts touching you, he’ll get you so very close to finishing, and then stop. “i thought this is what you wanted?” 

HYOGA

he’ll tie you up, proper shibari style. he’s very good at it, too, you can hardly move. he’ll start very slow. he teases you with gentle touches and soft kisses, making you perfectly needy for him. “you’re so wet down here, it’s embarrassing.” he talks down to you as he fingers you, watching your expressions change. “what? are you gonna cry?” he scoffs. “you’re pathetic. might as well beg me to fuck you.” if you pull at your ties even a little bit, he’ll stop. “how many times do i need to tell you?” he asks when you start whining for him to continue. he only keeps going if you beg. “fine, but do it again, and i’ll leave you alone all tied up. you’ll have to figure out how to cum on your own, because i won’t help you.” you know he’s serious. he takes his time teasing you and opening you up so he can finally fuck you. when he fucks you, he starts hard and fast, and he doesn’t stop until he cums, even if that means you cumming multiple times. he takes very good care of you when you’re done, untying you and pressing kisses wherever you were tied.

UKYO

he loves teasing you. “don’t make a sound,” he’ll say as he fingers you. you can’t hide a single hitch of your breath around this guy’s hearing. he chuckles when he notices you’re holding your breath. “don’t cheat, love.” he smirks at you, driving you insane until you finally let out the smallest moan. a normal person wouldn’t have heard it, but ukyo? he stops everything he’s doing, moving his hands and drawing gentle circles on your thighs. “aw, what happened, love? i thought you weren’t going to fail.” he has you tearing up at your third attempt before he kisses your tears away and says, “alright, i’ll go easy on you.” he gives you exactly what you want, but the catch is that you can’t cum until he does. you’ll be stuck there for an hour or more.

RYUSUI

he takes his timeeeee. he pays all his attention to you. he’ll drag his hands all up and down your body, saying you’re beautiful in between every kiss. “i love this body. i love that it’s mine.” he has you strip slowly for him, making sure you take your time. it gets him so hard. he’ll lay you down and kiss down your body, fingers teasing so close to that one spot you want him to touch. and if you think because he worships you so much that he won’t make you beg you’re mistaken. he wants to hear his sweet thing’s voice saying “please, ryusui” ‘til he’s satisfied. then he’ll do the same thing while he’s fucking you. he’ll start slow, pressing kisses down your chest while saying, “say please, baby, i can’t go faster ‘til you beg for me. it’s hurting me too, y’know. you don’t know how bad i want to fuck you until you can’t walk.” even when you finally say it though, he’ll go, “i need more, baby, just a little more.” when he gets what he wants, just know you’re definitely not walking the next day.

STANLEY

he loves seeing you on your knees sucking him off. it drives him wild. he will cum minutes after you start and impatiently pull you up, sitting on the bed and pulling you on his lap so you can ride him. “gotta stay quiet, xeno’ll kill us if he hears you.” you muffle your moans the only way you know how. you bite down on his shoulder, hard. he holds your waist still on him, staring at you. you stare back, and his lips crash into yours. he’s moving your hips back and forth against him, and moaning into your mouth. you pull away to bite him more, and suddenly he’s changing positions. he pushes you onto the bed in missionary, staying close to you, so it’s easier for you to bite him. he’s the one who can’t keep his moans to himself now. you still get in trouble with xeno, but neither of you care. the bite marks are out for everyone to see the next day.

XENO

xeno wants to know your most sensitive spots. as soon as he finds them, he will abuse them over and over and over again. he’ll have you begging him to stop. “i thought you liked it here?” he’ll question, moving on to an even more sensitive spot. “or was it here?” you protest, so he stops entirely. “so you don’t want me to touch you?” he’ll sit back and make you touch yourself in front of him. “you’re complaining so much, why don’t you show me how it’s done? or are you just being a brat?” it’ll be a while before he actually fucks you, and when he does it’s even worse than before. “why are you complaining now? just ride me, show me how it’s done.” you just want the man to stop teasing you, but he won’t. he’ll make you ride him with no help until you cum, and then edge you until he’s happy with your attitude.

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