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undermine-the-instinct · 1 year ago

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Moon in the Forge

◇ Paring: Yingxing/Blade x Reader

◇ Warnings: None ◇ Word Count: 1.7k

This is basically the "Prologue" or introduction to this mammoth of a fic I'm planning. Likes and reblogs appreciated. Pls enjoy.

Master Huaiyan introduces you to Yingxing on a moonlit night.

Moonlit nights on the Xianzhou Zhuming are extraordinarily beautiful. The nights unfold like a lotus dipped into a serene pool of water-- fitting since the whole of the Zhuming is shaped like a golden lotus, drifting among the waters of the heavenly river. This boy too, is extraordinarily beautiful–his hair is as white and bleached as a bone, and shines like silver in the moonlight.

The Moonstone platform under your feet stretches on like a lazy yawn, slipping past the dreamy honey gold light of the horizon. You two stare off against each other, evaluating. Your master speaks.

“I will be taking Yingxing on as my apprentice, next to you. Be kind to him, and show him the ropes, alright?”

(Kind, not patient. You understand the difference. You are affronted.)

But you acquiesce, you nod. You look at the boy, and he looks back. He barely reaches your brow, and his shoulders hunch up to his ears. He’s barely into his teens, this boy. But he looks at you, with his eyes of bloody ore, and he bows out of respect. You bow back.

You wonder who is mimicking who.

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Yingxing doesn't even learn your name until the end of his first month of being on the Xianzhou Zhuming.

You hardly speak with him, rather, at him. He was brought into a forge near immediately, and you handed him a heavy apron and some clothes, lest he catch on fire, you said. He changed, and you immediately set him to work.

The first thing he learns is that there is a rhythm. If you’re not smelting you’re cooling, pulling something out the forge, sanding, measuring, fitting, cutting, hammering. He flinched, the first time he saw you strike the red hot metal, the flex of your back muscles and biceps, belying the ease you struck the metal. You noticed his slight apprehension, but you simply continued.

“You have to strike when the iron is hot, malleable,” you said. “That's the first thing you should know. Literally and figuratively. And you can’t be mindless–every strike is intentional, in aim and force, that's what Master Huaiyan said…Watch.”

There are a thousand different ways to strike a hammer, and a thousand more for whatever you’re forging. The possibilities urge his blood to race, and he hounds around the smithy on your orders. You mainly give him the ones other, older artisans give you that you don’t want to do, like grabbing tools and cooling metals.

You like pulling things out of the forge, pouring red hot, molten metals into molds or striking at them with a hammer, sparks flying. He’s heard that residents of the Xianzhou Zhuming like playing with fire. Seems like the rumor was true.

Yingxing applies himself, earnest in everything he does, but he knows he only has so much time. Makes him feel a little frantic.

Yingxing knows that you are a long lived species. So while you look to be young, he knows you are not. Even if you could pass for your teens, perhaps, he knows you’re decades older. And even with the loftiness you afford him, because of course you're more experienced than him, you are still inexperienced yourself, because Master Huaiyan teaches you too.

“Instead of re-heating the whole thing in the forge, it's better to heat just the part you need so that it's easier to bend and manage,” Master Huaiyan shows them, holding the metal over the anvil horn, and picking up the hammer to hammer it down into place. It yields easily under his careful force, bending to shape.

“There's no need to be too forceful, neither do you want to be too careful though, lest you let the metal cool and then you have to re-forge it again, which has an effect on the quality, texture and durability of the metal. Once you’re both more experienced you’ll know by instinct the exact temperature to use, exact force and precision. It's just a matter of experience.”

Yingxing doesn't have much of any. Master Huaiyan lets you guide him for now. You’ve set him on making iron nails. The motions were easy to fulfill but tedious. Simply put, you heat iron ore with carbon to form a dense mass of metal, which is then placed into the shape of square rods and left to cool. After reheating the rod, he would cut the nail length off and hammer all four sides of the softened end to form a sharp point. The hot nail is then inserted into a hole in the anvil and, with four strikes of the hammer, the blacksmith forms the rose head.

It was an apparently out-dated design. Before, when these were used, the four sharp edges of the nail would cut deep into the wood. When the wood was damp the wood fibers would swell and bind around the nail, ensuring an extremely tight fitting. Now nails are industrially made, usually by machines and much more precise and standard.

“I'm a long lived species,” you begin unceremoniously. Yingxing nearly chokes on his food, it’s not often that you speak about something other than work. Or speak…at all.

So these ones weren't particularly fitting but they were useful. And when you had watched him make his, probably hundredth nail, perfectly with no halt in his stride, you nodded and took him out to eat at the Dragon Palace's Kitchen, the only Interastral Gourmet Association-rated five star restaurant among all the Xianzhou ships. Fancy. He’s heard about this too. He thinks this place is too fancy for you to treat it like a corner store, as you place both your orders to go. The chefs and waiters are happy to see you though, so you might be a regular patron. They smile at him to.

He thinks that you’re abusing your authority a little as Master Huayan’s apprentice, but once the food is set upon his tongue he finds that it's too delicious for him to care that much. You sit him down on some bench looking down a hill to the bustling people below, and start to eat yourself.

“I don't have a particularly sad backstory. Not sad at all really. Normal parents, normal siblings and friends. I grew up on the Xianzhou Luofu. Though my father is originally from the Zhuming, so we would come to visit relatives frequently. My Father makes pottery, namely bone china and porcelains. My mother is a cloud knight.”

“That's…very impressive?” Are you bragging?

You nod and fold your hands. Yes. You must be bragging.

“The first time I stepped foot onto this starskiff platform, the Radiant Zenith, I wept. I was very young, but I still remember it so clearly, I was so moved.” You huff a breath from your nose that could be a laugh, and shake your head, closing your eyes. Yingxing hesitantly continues eating. It might be rude but he's hungry. You don't seem to mind.

“The whole platform chiseled out of a single block of moonstone, stretching endlessly beyond the horizon, the stars gleaming above and this tranquil, otherworldly aura. I never had seen such beauty or felt such peace before,” you sigh, and he nods along.

“And I've still yet to see anything that rivals it. But I decided that day that I wanted to try to create something that could. I sent letter after letter for years to master Huaiyan, for about a decade and a half, until he finally took me on as an apprentice. And here I am.” You open your eyes, and Yingxing can see the faint glimmer of tears at the corners of your lashes. Your eyes have always had a sort of harshness, hard and still like the metals you smelt. He can see the way you evaluate him now.

“Why are you here, Yingxing?”

He answers immediately, the answer blooming on his tongue like the taste of iron.

“Vengeance.”

“Vengeance? Is that all?”

Could there be anything else? What else lets him face the wilting heat of the forge and make his hands so still for precision? What else could have him so focused and driven and seething?

His hands set down his utensils and curl into fists on the bench.

“The Borisin destroyed my home world, turning it into one of their weapon nurseries. We both know what that very well means. My parents…they were able to stow me away on one of the last merchant vessels the Borisin had not yet discovered. Master Huaiyan found me, and made me his apprentice. I have vowed to become a master craftsman, to create weapons for the cloud knights, to avenge my home and family.”

You hum, and lean back in your seat, still evaluating, your mouth a flat pressed line. There is nothing to add, but you crack a smile, the first one he’s ever seen from you, and extend your hand over. It's not sweet or kind, but there is mirth there. He sees a flicker pass through your eyes, a spark, as you introduce yourself, like a stranger. You are, technically.

“Let's do our best, shall we?”

He pauses, nods, and takes your hand.

{Patient, and not kind. He understands the difference.)

#my stuff #my writing #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr yingxing #yingxing #yingxing x reader #blade #blade x reader #yingxing x you #blade x you #Porcelain!reader #thats what our reader shall be dubbed #hsr blade #hsr x reader #hksr #thoughts

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yuwumeniji · 2 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if u could do how it's like living with luxiem as their s/o? Ty, also have a nice day

Life with Luxiem

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: you ask, and i shall provide! thank you sm for the ask ^^

GENERAL ; SETTING THE STAGE

established relationships lmao

overall fluff - at least what i hope having a roomie is like aha

is this what chaos is??

midway through the draft i realized you asked about a romantic relationship LMAO but then i decided 'fuck it, we're roomies that give each other a lil smooch sometimes' so i hope that's ok

MORE UNDER THE CUT

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IKE EVELAND

this is that meme where a guy takes a photo with his girlfriend hugging a huge $200 teddy bear instead of snuggling together in bed except it's you on the isolated side of the bed and ike snuggling with a $799.99 jumbo hatsune miku plush (i even googled the price because i also wanted one too)

he spends a lot of time cooped up in his room too - from personal projects to novel manuscripts, sometimes you just peak inside and clean if he isn't paying attention to what's around him (he's the type to keep everywhere else in the house clean except his own room, but doesn't think much of it since he's usually the only one inside anyways)

despite that, he does his chores and he expects you to do yours as well - he's a very fair novelist. even if he's busy with different manuscripts or worshipping miku, he would do it all without missing a day

he's relatively good at cooking - not restaurant quality but certainly not burn water somehow, even though he thinks the peak of his culinary career is microwaving a 2-day old burger (it's really not that bad)

LUCA KANESHIRO

he's just really clean ??? like there's literally no issue with being his roomie except maybe the rare intruder cases or the odd packages he buys (he once bought a cardboard cutout of a political politician for a meme and you guys had to eat with it for at least 2 weeks before he begrudgingly throws it out)

at the end of the day, luca's still the big boss for a mafia family, so it really isn't a surprise to be carrying at least some kind of weapon around the house

lots of large dinners with friends, mafia members, etc. but dinners with just you and luca are both calming and entertaining - he's the kind to just spill everything that has happened in the day if he stepped out of your shared home

outside of cleaning (he insists on doing the cleaning and even does so without telling you - sometimes you would wake up and the house would be sparkling), you guys would always play something like rock-paper-scissors to decide who does what set of chores; in a sense, one of the fairest people to split household duties with

MYSTA RIAS

Rooming with Mysta - thoughts? and prayers bestie (skull emoji)

he actually does try to do all the chores - partly because he wants to get better at it and partly so that he could prove to everyone he's capable of taking care of another living being (aka you) ; on multiple occasions when you said you were cleaning, he's like 'DON'T WORRY BABE I GOT THIS'

he's managed to turn the place into a bubble bath once when doing the laundry - you had soap everywhere for at least a week

the kind to randomly invite you to watch something with him - i'd like to think he watches whatever is on and uses it as an excuse to fall asleep on you and use you as a pillow (but he's warm, so it's like having a blanket for you too)

SHU YAMINO

the best out of all of the members because he's clean, efficent and requires the least amount of care (as far as chores and other daily things go)

why am i talking about him like he's some sort of housepet - idk???? but he's really independent, you don't really have to worry too much about household stuff

he's still very loving and affectionate - the kind to split chores but would still do yours if asked (reasonably at least)

ok the one downside to rooming with shu is that sometimes he would make very practical but impulsive purchases - sometimes, you would wonder if you were the one who impulsively bought something like a toilet seat warmer (for my winter toilet seat dislikers LMAO), but then you would see the package reciever's name

VOX AKUMA

you guys definitely split cooking duties ; even if you are a kitchen disaster, vox would love to eat any and all of your creations

despite being culinary geniuses, vox orders a LOT of take out to the point it became a tradition between you guys to find a new restaurant/take-out place at 3 am to order from

he's pretty solid with the advice too; if you're having a bad day with school/work/whatever or you had an argument with someone you're close to, he's the kind of roomie that would immediately help you cheer up in some way or another

the only issue you would have with vox is maybe he'll get the occasional fanmail in your letter box or gift standing at your door and you would always wonder - where do these come from and why are they addressed to him? he's a mysterious guy after all and he doesn't share too much about himself and often teases you when you ask about him (unless he's like... drunk or something, they do say drunkards say the truth after all)

#yuwrote #ask thank you!#k the reason why i brought up the toilet seat warmer is because it is FREEZING where i'm from #the toilet seat is essentially a porcelain ice cube #i hope this is ok even though i kinda very much deviated from the original ask and did something for shits and giggles #ike eveland #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #nijisanji en luxiem #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader

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nezumeanie · 2 years ago

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𐐪𐑂 B a d H a b i t s 𐐪𐑂

no warnings | gn reader | fluff | uh...not proofread __φ(。。)

Shu Itsuki has a few bad habits, including the fact that he doesn’t realize how heart fluttering they can be

❝ Shu hasn’t quite realized it but he’s become attached to you in a strange way. Inadvertently, he’s made you a part of his daily routine, his dreams and ambitions…❞

…and his afternoon cafe runs.

ఌ Though his concentrated face while mulling over his stage designs are heart fluttering, the issue lies (as he would say) with y o u. ‘Ah, is there a hole in your chin? How did you get icing there? You’re this old already how haven’t you learned how to eat properly yet?’ Shu always presses your cheeks between his elegant fingers, takes his napkin, and wipes off the remains of your cinnamon bun while scolding you. His hands feel a little cold but soft and after knowing him for so long you can only hear the warmth in his voice. You can’t help but think it’s a little unfair—he’s already talking to you about something different while your heart is still pounding in your chest.

ఌ His bad habits also follow the both of you out in public. It looks like there’s a brand new craft store across the street from the cafe, though it’s wares look a little cheap it’s still worth a trip inside! You always have to walk a little faster to keep pace with Shu when he spots something interesting, smiling slightly while listening to him talk about how long lasting cashmere can be if you treat your clothing with care. When you can’t fast enough Shu finds himself sighing and grabbing your wrist to make sure you don’t fall behind. ‘It’s important for you to know these things! And you’re walking to slowly! How can you do your job properly if you can’t manage to make it from one end to the other without assistance?’ Because he’s still walking ahead of you, you can safely give him a lovelorn look, why does he hold your wrist but not your hand?

ఌ Possibly his worst habit rears it’s head in the small craft store aisles……besides openly criticizing the fabric and jewelry making supplies for being stiff and unmanageable. There’s many other customers looking for ways to begin their seamster journeys. Too many. Whether Shu is a repellent or you are a magnet—people just won’t stop bumping into you. The thread aisle, the button aisle, the velcro aisle…Shu begins to huff like it was your fault. Placing an arm around your side he pulls you out of the way of another shopper, bumping your shoulders together. ‘Won’t you pay a little more attention?’ As if you could in a situation like this. His soap has just the faintest scent of linen & peonies, even though he smells like laundry in an open field something about it reminds you of star gazing. The only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of his hand around your upper arm keeping you out of “harms way”. It might be a blessing that he has a bad habit of not noticing when he manages to make you feel so flustered. ‘Stand right next to me. Ah, I can’t take you anywhere.’ …..He really has a bad habit of saying that, too.

#not it being 3am TT_TT hello〜#sorry i didn’t realize ppl were following this blog…#but i got struck by lighting #no w inspo struck w inspo #aha #but ig i got over my weirdness abt writing abt itsuki but there’s just a specific kind of relationship u can have a him #bc he’s so……Like That hahaha or what i mean is #his casual intimacy is always in a corrective way but never in an affectionate way because he has a hard time with affection #which may b confusing but praise & affection are separate things so he may like it when ppl talk abt how intelligent and creative he is but #admiring someone looking up to someone is much much different than liking and loving those are scary concepts #so it takes a lot of years of this sort of ‘im dating him & he doesn’t know’ until he could even entertain the idea of liking u TT_TT like #maybe if u had been born a porcelain doll things could be different hahahah im kidding! it’s been so long now that he calls u and tells u #his unfinished works and that’s a big deal you know #uh…wait how do i tag again?#things written #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #enstars fluff #valkyrie enstars #shu itsuki x reader #shu x reader #shu itsuki #enstars x reader #valkyrie ensemble stars #enstars headcanons

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1ivinqdeadqir1 · 1 year ago

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#lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul x reader #eduardo ‘lalo’ salamanca x reader #lalo x reader #lalo salamanca #better call saul #walter white x reader #Walter white #Walter white x fem!reader #teacher x student #shades of cool chapter s(e)ix #porcelain doll chapter 2 #breaking bad x reader

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wysteir · 6 months ago

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I don't remember at what points in my life things changed drastically

I guess that's not really something that happened to me, at least in a way I can fully comprehend

They were mostly slow rolls, all throughout. Except maybe the whole moving every 4-5 years when those actually forced me to change schools but that was just a fixture of life for me at that point

Except times I remember- being young, and wanting to be loved more, and yearning for kindness and comfort when I was upset. I remember distinctly thinking that at the rate things were going, nobody could save me from the loneliness

Too smart for my own good, or may smart enough to avoid whatever hole that would have led me down

I knew I had to do it myself

I didn't have the courage nor charisma to reach out to others and make friends at the time, my parents weren't evil but they WERE old school and from a different time AND culture

They weren't raised on American Television, which despite everything still showed love and care every now and then, in cartoons, on the family channel. Childhood best friends forever and understanding parents

Impossible for me, I thought. At least impossible with the conditions and semantics I thought were needed

I had to save myself

And I couldn't really

I could only do so much and I tried so hard

But I was an awkward lonely teenager with no emotional strength or foundation learning everything a bit too late and a bit too slow

But nobody could save me, I had to do it myself

It's a flawed viewpoint but it was all I had, and despite everything it made me not give up hope

For better or for worse I always started with nothing, so losing what due to my own failings or due to shifts in my life usually didn't feel like the end of the world

But it's not good for growth you know? I was already a little behind because I didn't socialize much and it was scary out there

I learned the best ways to deflect statements that hurt me, I learned ways to try and not step on toes, I learned to better slow myself down and often try to think before I speak

And once I had that I could build myself up the way I wanted to, a decade and a half late

I'd given up on so much

There was enough "wrong" with me that I spent most of my time struggling against myself whenever I wasn't doing school or work

I remember a particularly bad meltdown haunting me for three years before I felt it ebb

It's not like anyone else brought it up either, it was just me. All me

I didn't feel like I had too much time for therapy or counseling. I didn't know where to look and I didn't even know what to say

And I spent so much time thinking and going over things in my head that what I WAS able to put into words sounded perfectly coherent and healthy

Eventually counseling helped a little, but there's just a lot that I couldn't rely on someone else for because I didn't know how

And there haven't been that many drastic changes, at least I thought

Not when everything feels like a mountain to climb and every effort feels like digging into the stone with my fingers

Nobody could save me

To get what I wanted I had to do it myself

I envy the dolls here sometimes. I envy the hope they have in Witches sometimes. Granted I don't go to those spaces. But I see the texts sometimes. I'm so exhausted but I feel like letting myself have that hope goes counter to everything I've struggled for, that I've fought for, that parts of me have died for

I really, really, wanted someone to save me

There is this concept of a Witch's unconditional love for her dolls that probably would have made me happy long ago

At the very least a moment in life where I could rest properly for once

But it's not what I want anymore

At least not wholly

It IS nice to relax and let go every now and then, to rely on others as best as I can, to be myself

It's nice to let myself be a burden and be taken care of every now and then

But I am my own Witch, first and foremost

I built my own soul, my own purpose, my own magic, my own pride

My sliver of humanity that shines as bright as any torch in the darkness

I and we and she reached through the mirror and chiseled the jagged heart of our reflections into a smooth core

I won't give up on her

I won't give up on the Witch I was yesterday who struggled to bring me here today, just as she didn't give up on me yesterday, nor the day before, or before that

Even as she climbed over my shattered cerebral porcelain, and I climbed over hers, and mine and hers- from even before I flowered from the prince's tomb

I won't give up on her

I'm a bit manic and delusional and a bit sleep deprived it seems

But I won't give up on her

She never gave up on me

When did it become like this?

Never, not really, it didn't become, it grew

From a flower, to a garden

Porcelain with gold between the cracks is still broken, but it still functions, and it's still beautiful

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pizzabookbuying · 1 year ago

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I hve this insane critique of so many books that is probably so niche but !!! WHERE is the visual culture??? I don’t..I’m struggling to communicate this

but actually Yes! What a character is wearing is important to me. Yes! Whether that bowl is glass or porcelain or terracotta is important to me. Are there floral motifs or figurative? Squares, geometric designs? It’s the sort of thing that makes me so unreasonably angry at books because I KNOW you weren’t thinking about where or how these textiles were produced and I KNOW that that doesn’t make you a bad author but I WANT TO KNOW

#THE ARCHITECTURE. IS SO IMPORTANT #it’s like…these are things you know but you don’t know you know.#like the average reader probably isn’t out here like oh yes I know that porcelain is more expensive for this this and this reason but they #DO know that it’s more expensive #and the average reader probably isn’t THINKING about the associations they have with all these tiny elements of their life but they DO have #them! so when they appear in a book. they DO actually convey things!!!#but also! names for objects/styles are probably not as recognizable which just makes me wish all the more that illustration was a more #respected medium. PLEASE I just want a book that comes with a little accompanying book #kinda like the way some authors will have pronounciation guides #I want architecture guides and fashion guides and AS IM SAYING THIS #we’re verging on Wattpad ‘this is what y/n is wearing’ territory but TAHTS NOT—#I understand that yes there are certain elements of written text that make it difficult to communicate I are these things but I also just #really want to be allowed my brainrot #also. tiny thing. but. please. please. don’t let the visual culture be the prom dress section. pleas

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chaithetics · 6 months ago

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Disabled, Chronic Illness, and/or Mental Illness Reader Masterlist

Anxiety

Porcelain and The Shark Series - Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x f (afab) Roy reader. Reader has anxiety.

Devilish Worries and Bodies* - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) x f (afab) reader. Reader has anxiety.

Late Night Mends - The Kid (Monkey Man) x f reader. Reader has anxiety.

Autism

A Purrfect Addition - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) x autistic plus size fem reader. Reader has autism (ASD).

Depression

Gynaecological/Pelvic Pain, Endometriosis, Fibroids, Vaginismus

Oscar Isaac Boys with Period, Endo, and PCOS Reader HCs - Multiple Oscar Isaac Characters x afab reader. HCs for PCOS, endo readers and readers on period/in related chronic pain.

Sticky Notes and Explorations* - Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina) x f (afab) reader. Reader has vaginismus.

Couchside Comfort - Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x f (afab) reader. Reader has endometriosis.

*Indicates smut.

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porcelainseashore · 10 months ago

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This one's pretty hot, I love the tension between Leon and Reader. I can just imagine ID!Leon in this one too. Honestly, @lucrativesoul always goes for such interesting scenarios and don't the best ones come to us in dreams? 💭

The Neighbor

summary: you just moved into a new condominium and have the pleasure of meeting your new, older neighbor, Leon. instantly, you are smitten, and he wants to know more about you. oh, and you work as an online cam model.

pairing: id!leon kennedy x fem!reader

word count: 7.3k

warnings: smut, fingering, masturbation, turning leon into an obedient little boy

a/n: take a shot every time i use a boring title... this plot came to me in a dream. of course, i immediately had to turn it into a leon story. sorry for being gone so long! life has been crazy for me. don't worry, i'm still here and trying to think up new ideas! help is always welcome. I'm still getting love on my other fics which is soo appreciated. i hope you all enjoy this one, and i will be back with another!

You were exhausted from the day, and you had to take a moment to splay yourself out on your floor, taking in your new environment. You worked to bring yourself here, so you will enjoy it however you please for the moment.

You found yourself in a new location, able to move out of your one bedroom apartment into a large condo, with the addition of a loft and second bedroom. Surely you knew it was more than you needed, but the satisfaction of knowing you could make this price back easily was too much to resist.

Pushing yourself up onto your hands, legs still stretched outward on the carpet, you grazed your eyes over the large boxes you had spent all day moving into this room. You had friends helping you all day with furniture and other boxes, but these you knew you had to take care of by yourself, in case one of them accidentally opened. Yes, your closest friends knew what you did for work, but you would prefer to keep it to your small circle.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself up onto your feet, immediately getting to unpacking and setting this room up. You were sitting on a small stockpile of content to post white you were in the process of setting up, which you did warn your audience about and were slowly posting your way through, but you were too eager to put this room to use. It made you want to turn on the camera at the mere thought.

Two hours later, the sun was now kissing the tips of the trees and the sky was golden. The windows all around were open, cooling you off, and before you could comfortably retire for the night, you had one last touch to your filming room.

You reached into the final box, intending to pull out the tripod, but seeing the box empty.

“What the…” You mumbled to yourself, looking around the room. You knew it was the last box, and were sure you didn't already take it out. You signed, almost a groan. “Fuck.” At least this would be the real final trip to the car.

The air felt nice on your heated skin, and with every passing minute it got darker. You popped open your trunk, rifling through the miscellaneous bags that were littered back there, probably with shoes and clothes that you could take in later. The tripod was buried underneath them.

Closing the trunk, you were about to stalk back inside when a figure off to the left made you jump. A man was standing by the street, headed your way.

You almost ran for it. You had your anxieties related to doing what you do, but you kept very cautious, and knew no one except your friends knew where you were located. Plus, there were units all around. You had to assume this was a neighbor.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” You shook your head in an it’s alright response. A man with a medium build and a few inches on you walked over, and stopped a few feet from your car. At least he had the decency to keep distance. “I live right next to you. I was watching everyone bring boxes in earlier, please know I would have helped if I wasn’t home for only an hour in between my shifts. I’m Leon,” He held his hand out to you, you shook it, and responded with your own name.

“No, please don’t worry. We were totally good with help, there were almost too many people in there.” You giggled lightly, no longer feeling an intimidation off of him. “One day was all we needed. I’m sure I’ll be unpacking for months to come though.”

He chuckled. “That’s how I was when I was younger too, I moved a few times and put all my friends on an unpaid job to move and pack for me, saved me a ton of time, but that was the last time I trusted them to not lose any of my things.” In the last wisps of sunlight, you could see the golden light bouncing off his hair, long-ish, almost fell over one of his eyes, but cropped behind the ears. Stubble framed his strong chin. Good to know I have an attractive neighbor.

“I was keeping a very careful watch over them, trust me.” You shifted on your feet, recognizing the feeling creeping up inside of you. The urge to bare yourself for your audience, the innocent look in this man’s eyes, but your thoughts were forcing his face into itself. You almost felt guilty, you were sure Leon’s family would not appreciate these thoughts. “Glad I got to meet you, though, better sooner than later, so I can feel familiar with at least one person so far.” You looked towards his house, kitchen light on. “Hopefully I can meet your… um, wife?” An audible question on the last word, you could only assume he was old enough to be married.

He laughed stronger this time, but not at you. He shook his head. “It’s just me.” He said softly. His eyes grazed down to what you were holding this whole time. “You’re a photographer?”

You looked down, remembering what you had come out here for. “Oh, um… not really, I… make content. Like, youtube.” It was the safest option that you could throw out on the table, definitely not about to air out your business to this man you just met a minute ago. You were suddenly glad your filming room didn’t have any connecting walls to his space.

“Hey, that’s cool, I can’t say I’m familiar with that profession, but I can imagine it's more fun than a 9-5.” Oh, it definitely is, you thought. “I don’t want to keep you out here, go get settled, I’m sure it was a long day.” He took a step backward, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. “If you ever need something, I’m here. Don’t be shy.” With a greeting, he disappeared into his house, and you soaked in the air to cool your skin before you knew you would be heating up again in due time.

–

Nothing but waves of bliss racked your body. It was exactly how you planned on ending this night.

You can’t really recall when you made this decision to switch from your original career path to this. A basic, calm life just wasn't what you were looking for. You liked the thrill, you liked doing what you shouldn’t be, and baring yourself online to hundreds of strangers was the furthest thing from your old path of being a teacher. Naturally, it attracted you, and it took over your life. You were always rational about it, no one on your page knew what you looked like, and you always found that ironic, how you felt so comfortable showing anonymous people you masturbating, but got nervous at the idea that they knew who you were. You didn’t care, though. It put you in this new home.

You closed down your stream with many thanks and gifts from your audience, and simply laid there for a moment, cooling down and catching your breath. Your phone showed it was 10:33 PM. You probably could have gone for much longer, but the day was finally catching up to you, and after a shower, you knew you would be sleeping instantly.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was the immediate dreams about your older neighbor, whom you had just met hours before.

You felt his large hands over your waist, on your neck, pulling you in to be closer to him. His body enveloped yours, the heat between you two spreading, his soft mouth gracing the skin of your neck, and you ached to be with him. The touch was so real, you were melting under him. You needed him to keep touching you, you felt him all over you. With every inch he moved his hands, you felt fuller by the second, ready to explode if he told you to.

You rolled over, face hitting the pillow, the last of his touch fading off of your skin. You sighed deeply, annoyed that this dream put you in this mood first thing in the morning, not even a chance to wake up.

Pushing your dream aside, you still had a ton of work to do in your new home. Boxes were still laid about everywhere, and it felt like it would never come together at all. Now or never, and you dragged yourself out of bed.

–

The evening was already closing in, and you stood in your opened garage, breaking down the boxes that no longer needed to serve its purpose. You had gotten more done than you were expecting, and subconsciously, every time you stepped outside to dispose of more cardboard, your eyes darted sideways to your neighbor's house. You hadn’t seen his car when he walked over last night, probably parking in his own garage, so you had no idea if he was home right now. You didn’t risk staring, as you could only assume the dark windows meant he was working. It at least gave you a little peace of mind while you worked.

Your phone started ringing a few seconds later. Seeing your friend’s name, you sighed, grateful for a moment of relief. Typically, these moments turned into an hour or two, but you weren’t complaining, you had done enough organizing today.

As predicted, you spent the next thirty minutes leaning against your car and chatting with your friend, who, yes you had just seen yesterday, but still had more to say. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw headlights pull down the street to your unit, and swung in and disappeared next door. Your stomach involuntarily lurched, being nervous to see Leon again.

You weren’t sure why, the interaction you had yesterday was nothing extreme, was barely anything at all, and the dream lasted a minute at most. It couldn’t have been anything besides the dream, it felt all too real for you to just forget it happened. Now, you knew, you were cursed with this knowledge that you had a sex dream about this man.

You watched as the garage door shut behind his car, let out a sigh, and changed the topic of conversation.

“Okay… something odd happened last night.” You spoke to your friend, keeping your voice low.

“Odd? Oh god, it’s not haunted, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not haunted. I met my neighbor.”

You heard your friend gasp. “Oh, my god, and he's totally hot, right?” You could hear the fake voice she was putting on. “This is just like a lifetime movie. The hot neighbor, the little shy girl.”

“Shy girl? Where are you getting these ideas about me?” You smiled as you heard her laugh. “But, no, you’re like, right. He is hot. I don’t know how old he is, but definitely way older than me. I said I would look forward to meeting his wife, too, but he said it was just him. He was literally in my dream last night. I don't know what’s come over me.” You sighed, peeking to your left again.

“Woah, so, what I’m hearing is you’re making a movie with him.”

You scoffed. “Are you kidding me? I am not telling him. This is way past his time. He probably thinks it’s whore-ish.”

“Gotta prove him wrong, though.”

You pondered it, but knew it was no use trying to think it into reality. This was the one thing you knew you couldn’t tell anybody, they might say it doesn’t bother them, but it always did. Leon was nice enough to introduce himself the day you moved in, and waiting even any amount of time to tell him what you do would be a huge mistake. Better to let him keep thinking you did youtube-type content.

“Thanks for the idea. I’m definitely not taking your advice.”

–

You were standing in your kitchen, washing the few plates you used for your own dinner when the doorbell ringing out through the home made you jump. It was probably a friend, but you were confused at the lack of warning before showing up. At least you weren’t upstairs.

Opening the door, you were stunned in a momentary silence when none other than Leon was standing at your doorstep, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his mail.

“Oh, hi Leon, I thought you were one of my friends.” You opened the door wider, but stayed planted, letting him stay outside.

“I guess I don’t have a great track record for not scaring you so far.” He smiled and tilted his head gently, and you responded with a smile. “I got some of your mail by accident. Couldn’t open your mailbox back up so, just thought I’d bring it by since I saw your light on.” You reached out and took an envelope from him, realizing it was from your cam company. Your stomach twisted for a moment, but you just hoped he didn’t recognize the name.

“Oh, thank you, I hope you won’t be making this trip too often for just that, then.” You lowered your hand, and suddenly remembered a problem you encountered earlier in the day. “Actually, Leon, since you are here, do you think you could help me quickly? I was trying to put things into my kitchen cabinets, and I accidentally pushed something too far back, and I can’t reach it now.” You bowed your head bashfully.

“Yeah, of course, lead the way.”

You stepped aside to let him in, and after shutting the door, walked through the hall into the kitchen. You pointed up to the cabinet above the refrigerator, instructing Leon on what you needed to be pulled forward. You stepped back, watching.

He acted like it was nothing, while you had struggled to even reach it in the first place. With one hand bracing himself on the counter top, he reached up. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the hem of his shirt, which lifted with his body movements, and you were in a trance immediately. His waistband was sitting just a hair below the band of his underwear, which sat delicately on his hips. You could see the curve of the muscle along his torso, clearly evident that he works out or has an active job, and from the side, the thin hairs of his happy trail were showing, disappearing into his pants. It lasted for all of a few seconds, but it burned in your brain. It was all you needed.

When you looked up, hoping to cut yourself off, Leon was already looking at you. You had no words, hoping he had something to say, knowing he for sure saw you staring.

“Easy fix. Try not to push it too far back all the time.” He turned around, giving you a lingering glance, a small grin on his face. You followed him back to the door. “Unless you just need more excuses to talk to me besides a mail mix up.” You nodded, standing at the threshold while he hopped down the stairs, turning his head and throwing a wink at you before disappearing. It took another ten seconds of collecting yourself before you could shut the door behind him.

–

It was not long at all before you saw Leon again, you couldn't resist needing to see him. There was no way he didn’t catch you staring when you invited him in, there was no chance he couldn’t tell the way you were looking at him. God, you barely knew the man but there was something about him that made your stomach stir. You were thinking about him while filming your content, the thought of him made you finish harder than you had ever made yourself finish before. You teased the thought of filming with him, even, and that had you weak. You knew he would never do it, whatever he did for work, it was probably much more legit to society than yours was.

You had invited him to come over tonight for drinks a few days ago. He was on his way out as you were on the way in, and decided to rip the bandaid off and invite him over to spend time with you. What brought this on? Nothing except the onslaught of thoughts of him, and a little convincing from your best friend, of course.

Taking a shot in the dark, you had on a small black dress. It was casual enough to be worn around company, but styled so it read obviously as, we’re drinking at my house and I need you to look at my body. You hoped the message would be received.

The nerves were starting to boil up, and he wasn't even in your house yet. You unscrewed the nearest bottle of clear liquor and threw back a shot, needing to warm up your system and shut down your nervous response. It wasn’t going to be a big deal, he’s just the neighbor.

There was no time for the shot to kick in before knocking was heard through your quiet home. Swallowing the heartbeat rapidly rising in your throat, you stalked over to the door and swung it open.

Leon was casual, but looking the same as he did the night you met him. Nothing about it deterred you, it only drove your inner lust even further.

“Not too early, right?” Leon grinned as you slid aside for him to enter.

“Not at all. Maybe even late, I’m a few drinks ahead already.” He laughed as he followed you, and you were hyper aware of the way your body was moving throughout your house. You grabbed a glass and offered him what you have, and sat next to him at your island, facing him with a wine glass in hand.

“What do you do for work, by the way? All I remember is you mentioning your odd hours.” You took a sip as he started answering you.

“I work with the government, technically. I used to be a lot more active when I was younger, but now They have me just go in whenever they need me. Used to be a lot of physical work, but I’m not that good anymore.” He had a shy grin on his face and lowered his gaze into his glass.

“What? You’re kidding, You still look like you’d be perfectly fit for an active job. I don’t believe that.”

He looked up and made eye contact with you. “I’m glad you think so, someday I’ll have to prove it to you.” A lapse of silence, for once the alcohol didn’t give you a prompt to respond with. Leon was still looking into your eyes, and you felt a heat rising in your chest. He straightened up suddenly. “You know, I’m curious how similar this unit is to my own, I’ve never been in any of them. Tour?” He grinned, and you slid off your seat after a giggle.

You walked into the dining room. “Still empty, obviously, I probably won’t ever use this, I like eating in my kitchen more.” Leon kept his drink in hand as you two walked. You left the dining room and down the short hall into the living room. “Maybe one of my favorite rooms, I love looking up into the loft.” You both looked up to the high ceilings and the loft railing to the left.

“Let’s go up there.” He lowered his gaze from the loft to you. You felt your stomach twist momentarily, knowing exactly what was up there, but you couldn’t say no, that would make it all the more suspicious. You nodded after a second, leaving the living room and turning left to take the stairs. You could feel his eyes on you, your body felt hot, and you hoped to god that you shut the door when you were done last night.

At the landing, you sighed with relief, seeing the closed door. You needed to make sure it stayed shut.

“This is just… storage, really. Since my room is downstairs and I don’t have much stuff.” You walked further down the landing, gesturing to your left as you did so. “And the bathroom. Is this similar at all to yours?”

Leon approached you. “It actually is, just a little different. I guess I should have expected that.” He let out a low chuckle, and you mirrored him. You turned back to the railing, looking down into your living room.

“Once I think I’m really settled, I’m probably going to paint these tall walls. I really love the idea of a dark space, hopefully the office will sign off on a dark color, you know how they are sometimes.” After no immediate answer, you continued. “It’s crazy moving into this space, my old apartment was like… the size of my entryway, so I barely have anything to fill it here, but I have high hopes.” Lost in your daydreaming, the silence snapped you out of it. Leon was not standing next to you like you thought.

Turning your head to the right, you found him standing in the doorway of your filming room, which he had cracked open and flicked a light on inside.

“Leon!” You could only stand there as he remained still, looking into the room, hand on the doorknob. When he turned his head to look at you, he was grinning.

“Sorry to pry.” He stalked back over to you, not bothering to close the door. “I get curious sometimes.” You stared at him with wide eyes, no words coming to your head. “You make… youtube videos?”

You could practically hear the light goading in his tone, the smile still on his face. You didn’t need to look into the room to know what he saw, and now he knows you were lying.

You weren’t exactly the tidiest person, especially when it comes to this room. While you are on camera, you shed your clothes and lingerie and toss them off to the side, and usually don’t pick them up until the next day. You were no stranger to using toys during performances, and you were sure there were plenty of those lying about on the floor as well. You couldn’t see them, but you knew you used them last night, and don’t remember putting them away after cleaning them.

You struggled to think of something to say, the silence was stretching thin now, and you hated looking so… guilty. His grin was growing by the second. It was making your stomach churn.

“I… never actually said youtube.” You sputtered.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that almost made you weak. “No, I suppose you didn’t. So, what kind of videos then?” He tilted his head, obviously knowing the state he is putting you in right now.

You took a deep breath in, tying together all of your courage to maintain eye contact with him. Quickly, you assessed the situation. One: He liked what he was doing to you. He seemed entertained by the embarrassment he was bringing you right now, much to your annoyance that you would deal with later. Two: He caught you staring at his body the other night when you asked him for help. He didn't say anything at the time, but you locked eyes right after you were staring at his muscle ridges, and he had that same shit-eating grin on his face. Three: He was not deterred by the idea of you doing this for a job, in fact, it seemed like he enjoyed the idea, just as much as he enjoyed teasing you.

After these brief thoughts, you forced yourself to spit out words that you never would have otherwise.

“Would you let me show you?”

Leon’s head slowly straightened, and the grin melted from his features, but his eyes never left yours, and the fervor in them only grew stronger. His dark gaze pierced into you, and you felt it straight in your heat, and in that moment, you knew you had your answer to that question.

With the hand that was free from your drink, and eyes never leaving his, you took Leon’s into your own, the rough, warm skin heating your fingers and palm, and you walked past him into your filming room, and you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned around, wasting no time in ridding your hands of both of your drinks, and you stared at him again for a moment. You couldn't help the shaky inhale, overwhelmed with the absolute excitement of getting to do this right now. You took a step towards him, lifting your hand up and gently placing it on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss.

He immediately responded to the touch, his lips pressing into yours. His hand snaked around your hips, pulling you in closer, and you could feel his torso on yours, the heat radiating, adding to your burn. You could feel his grip, and by the mere workings of his mouth alone, you could tell he wanted this just as much as you did.

He backed you up a step, pushing you further into your room, feeling the plush carpet underneath your feet, knowing he was most likely going to try and attempt to lower you onto your bean bag behind you, but you had other plans.

Right before Leon could lift your legs to set you down, you stood up straight, breaking away from his mouth with a thin saliva string. He looked caught off guard, mid-lean into a kiss, opening his eyes to watch your moves with confusion.

“Sit down.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear. He obeyed your request, sitting on the plush bean bag looking eager. You sunk onto your knees in front of him, watching as he leaned forward with anticipation. You gave in to one last urge– you leaned in and kissed him briefly– before leaning back, supporting yourself on your hands and your legs presented in front of you. You watched as his stare worked all the way down your body, over your chest, onto your legs, in between them. You were sure your lingerie was on display under your dress by this point, but this was the exact reason you put it on.

“I want to show you my favorite kind of video to make.” You spoke without shame to him, wanting to see the reaction you can pull out of him. You could swear you saw him visibly swallow at your words, aching to see what you were going to show him. “You’re going to listen to me, okay?” He locked eyes with you, deep and sultry, and slowly nodded. “And you aren’t going to touch me until I tell you to.” He audibly sighed at this, both frustrated and turned on by the idea of only getting to watch. You felt slick gathering, stomach in a knot still, all too excited about the show you were about to put on.

“Tell me what kind of videos you think I make, now.” You never broke eye contact, but he wasn't ashamed to let his own eyes roam. You could tell they were glued onto the black panties plastered onto your wet pussy.

He sighed, and shuddered quickly. “You probably show yourself off to a whole audience.” He tilted his head, looking further into you. “Do you play with yourself on camera?”

You leaned forward, shielding your core from his gaze, and he met your eyes. You pulled your legs under you, sitting up on your knees, slowly peeling your dress off your body from the bottom hem, bringing it over your head. Despite being momentarily blinded, you knew he was looking at every inch of exposed skin. The tiny matching bra didn’t leave much for imagination, your nipples clearly on display under the mesh fabric.

The dress was thrown behind you without grace, and you returned to your position in front of Leon. He was practically sliding off of the bean bag, wanting to touch you all over, but listening to your earlier command.

“Did you think someone like me could do something like that?”

In between rapid heavy breathing, he replied, “I… I don’t know. I do now. Your body is incredible. You could.”

“Would you watch me?” He nodded, spitting out a few ‘yes’s. “What would you want to see me do? I usually do what people ask me to do.” You slowly leaned in closer, bringing your face just under his, waiting to see if he would move. You backed up again, scooting backwards on the floor, and with a gesture of come closer with your finger, he followed, sitting on the floor now, still not touching you.

“I would want you to take it all off. I want to see your body.” You giggled at his request.

“I could make that work… eventually.” He groaned at this, and you couldn't help but smile even more. “What else? Tell me.”

He sighed again, still locked in a stare with all your bare skin. “I want to see you play with yourself. I want to see you finger yourself… and play with your clit.”

You felt a sharp sensation travel straight to said clit at these words, and your thighs quivered with anticipation. You were sure you got your dominating point across– as dominating as you could stand to be in this situation. Leon was struggling, visibly, at that, and you were, too, but you were enjoying this too much to want to stop.

“Would you be touching yourself while I fingered myself?” Your legs fell open wider at the knees, feeling your folds peel apart. You needed contact there, but you could wait.

Leon nodded. ”I would. I wouldn’t be able to help it.” Only at this moment did you decide to divert your gaze, leaving his sculpted face to look at his crotch, an obvious erection straining against his pants, and his face almost contorted in pain from the pressure of it.

“Do you want to touch yourself now?”

He groaned again, his head rolling to the side. “So bad… I want to touch you so bad.”

You took a moment to examine the state of this grown man in front of you. You didn’t even know his age, but he was at least more than ten years older than you. He was practically begging for you to do something, for you to let him do something, sitting on your floor, falling apart at the seams, probably going to cum in his pants if you exposed yourself to him right now. You almost wanted to see it happen.

You held out your left hand to him. “Give me a hand.”

He wasted no time in outstretching his right hand to you, and once you had it in your grasp, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around his middle and right finger. Even just the contact of your tongue on his hand was enough to have him writhing, wanting more but not asking for it. Your tongue circled each finger individually, both at the same time, biting lightly to tease him. He was leaning as far forward as his body would allow without crashing into your body, and you couldn’t remove your eyes from his face, pleasure written all over it.

You were in full performing mode now, but this was a whole new level, giving you the added adrenaline for the moment. You knew exactly how to seduce, and while that had never been a problem for you, you felt like a professional right now with the way Leon was falling for you.

With one last long lick to his fingers, you removed his hand from your mouth and held it out in front of you. “You get to touch me, I want you to finger me,” His eyebrows furrowed for a split second, relieved at hearing those words. “But you can only use this hand.” He came even closer, but didn’t touch you yet. You still held his hand in yours. “Okay?”

“Okay…” He whispered breathily, and without even blinking, he watched as you propped yourself up onto your knees and pulled your underwear off of your body, casting them aside, and resuming position.

Your heart thrummed erratically in your chest as you felt totally in control of what Leon could do to you right now, you felt like you might die. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your naked core, fucking you with his stare, and you felt that twist in your gut again, wanting to make it happen, but needing to show him who was in charge.

He sighed, sounding like he was, too, having a hard time holding himself together, and he didn’t waste another second before you felt his hand make contact with your aching pussy.

It started with the pad of his thumb, you almost bucked your hips up in relief at the feeling of him pressing firmly into your clit, you allowed yourself to shakily exhale at the feeling of being touched, but you kept your half lidded eyes trained on Leon.

He tentatively rubbed circles into your sensitive bud, and you softly whined at the contact, not letting your guard down while he worked your sweet spot. He had his head still tilted, eyes flicking in between your core and your face, and every time he looked up, you held contact, and silently egged him on. After a few more circles, and eliciting more whines from you, he ran his spit-slick fingers over the length of your opening, you sighed, needing him inside of you. Without removing his thumb, he pressed the tips of his two fingers into you, pushing past the resistance, and both of you sighed in tandem when they were in all the way.

You rolled your head back slightly, enough to still be able to watch him, to make sure he wasn't going to disobey your orders. He was breathing heavily as he worked his fingers into you, making sure to deliver you the utmost pleasure, and also seeming to be pleasured from it himself. You could see the twitching of his cock through his jeans, and you were dying to get your hand on it, dying to get his own hands on it. You wanted, you suddenly decided, to get the both of you off at just the work of himself.

Watching him now, you knew it would happen, he was about to release all over the inside of his pants if he kept this up, if any more lewd whimpers and moans spilled from your lips, he would be finished. He seemed like the type of man to do more than one round, and you could definitely put that to the test.

Leon crooked his fingers upward in you, causing you to lose monetary control of your body, and your hips bucked upward slightly. You were fighting against it, but you used it to your advantage, using it to see exactly how your pleasure would affect Leon. He groaned at the way you writhed for him, writhed because of him, and he shifted his legs, allowing his denim to be the source of his own friction. You almost felt sorry for him, if only you didn’t enjoy seeing him so submissive for you.

Wanting to get the words out, they caught in your throat as he continued twisting his fingers and hitting every spot inside of you that had your legs trembling, and you could feel that you were close. His thumb was still pouring over your clit, making it harder to stay held together.

“Leon…” You moaned out. He looked up at you sinfully, understanding the way he was affecting you, but not halting his movements to hear you speak. You didn’t command him to stop, so he kept going. “You make me feel so good…” You whimpered again, letting him work you loose. “Listen to me, keep going,” He followed those orders, still watching you. “I want you to take your cock out. I want you to take it out and leave it out, don’t touch it until I tell you to.”

He groaned at this order, most likely relieved that he could finally touch himself. As much as you would want to be the one doing it, you’ll save it for round two.

“Can I stop to take it out?” His voice was nearly cracking, his emotions overflowing all at once, threatening to burst.

You cocked a tiny smile. “No. Keep your fingers moving.”

He visibly gulped, and his movements started stuttering as he attempted to do the two tasks at once.

You were now focusing less on his initial task just to watch him struggle with the new one. He sat at an odd angle, using his free hand to undo the button and pull his zipper down, trying to move himself just enough to pull his waistband down, but not enough to separate from your throbbing heat, which he stayed glued to like he was being sucked in.

Finally, it was low enough for you to see the bulge and wet spot from the precum on his boxers, and you were drooling with anticipation as he pulled the elastic down, freeing his girth from its restraints. Now, you were the one in a trance as his hard cock sprang free, hard as ever, straight at attention pushed against his abdomen as he did his best to not touch it as he took it out.

You sighed loudly, and when he was done, he looked back up at you. “Is that good?”

You nodded slowly, feeling his fingers come back to life inside your pussy, which was now aching for more of a stretch. “So good. So good…” You moaned out the last words, and you noticed Leon had to clench his other fist to stop himself from doing anything you didn't ask of him.

“Go ahead,” You whispered, but you knew he absolutely heard. “Slowly touch yourself. Follow my directions…” He immediately wrapped his other hand around the base of his dick, choppy moaning spilling from his lips as he did so.

You watched as he hesitantly tugged at himself, not helping any of the sounds he was making, but it was only helping you to climax. Half of the time he resorted to keeping his eyes closed as he did both at once, undeniably being overcome by waves of pleasure. You watched as strings of thin precum followed on his fingers every time he stroked himself, the pink head of his dick looking so neglected, so soft, you wanted to put your tongue on it and lap up all of the sticky, stringy precum to clean it up for him.

You could practically feel the texture of his dick in your mouth as you watched him, knowing it was becoming harder to hold yourself back.

“Stroke it at the same pace as your fingers.” You mumbled, clear enough to be heard. “I want you to bring me close, but I need you to tell me when you are close, too.”

Leon was practically panting as he continued to finger you and pump his own dick, with every up and down stroke of his cock, his fingers went in and out, the sound of squelching becoming even louder with every movement, everything he did made you more wet by the second.

Your forearms were burning from holding yourself up for this long, and your thighs quivered occasionally, and right as he hit the sweet spot inside of you again, you couldn’t help the squeak it produced from you, and you had to lower yourself to your elbows. Despite this, Leon was still obeying you.

You took a hard inhale before speaking, needing to collect yourself more than expected. “You’re so good at listening to me, you know that?” You half moaned out, feeling yourself get closer to the edge. You saw him nod meekly. “You’re doing so good, so good for me.” He kept groaning every time his hand hit the head of his dick, the sensation probably becoming overwhelming, the need to cum bubbling up inside of him, and of you.

Another beat went by before you spoke again. “Why don’t you pick up the pace a little bit? I’ll let you go faster.”

“On who?” He answered almost immediately, as if his brain was hardwired to only be obedient to you, and nothing else. That notion alone brought that flame closer to exploding in you.

“Yourself, bring yourself closer. I’m almost there. You feel so good.” Your breathing was matching his now as the both of you were panting loudly, and you fought the urge to close your legs as the sensations were sending a series of twitches down your thighs and calves.

Leon wasn’t shy with his reactions any longer as he continued to moan loudly every time he pumped his dick, you could see how red it was from both the rough friction of his hand and the neglect from having been bound up in his pants. It hadn’t even been that long, but you knew he was close. You could tell.

His thumb pressed hard into your clit and you shrieked again, unintentionally closing your legs as the heat rocked through you, you clenched down on his fingers and your hands gripped the carpet as much as they could, you were much closer now, and you were drinking up the feeling of him untying all the knots within you.

“Oh, Leon… I’m gonna cum…” You let your head fall completely back now, reveling in the feeling of him working on you, your stomach tightening every time he puts more pressure onto your clit.

With another sharp inhale, and a few strokes of his fingers, you felt yourself collapsing at the hands of him, your body shuddered and you felt the walls of your aching pussy tighten, spasm, and a flood of relief and relaxation poured over you.

Mere seconds after, you looked over to see Leon fisting his own dick, fingers still inside of you, overstimulating you, shooting ropes of cum onto his hand and shirt. He gasped with every spurt, his hand never leaving the base of his dick, his white cum dripping over his knuckles, his dick twitching gently after he was finally drained.

He slid his fingers out of you, eliciting another soft moan from you, and held eye contact while he gingerly licked your juices off of his hand. You swore that sole action made you ready all over again.

Leon pulled his hand off of his dick, the cum making a sticky sound as he did so. You slowly sat up, legs feeling more like jelly than you were ever used to, grabbed his hand, and licked a stripe up one of his fingers, thick slime coating your tongue and the roof of your mouth.

“I’m afraid I might get addicted to this.” He whispered, coming closer to you.

“And if I wanted you to?” Staring deep into his eyes, his pupils blown out, you could see in him that he, much like yourself, wasn’t done either.

“Your audience might not like that.” His voice was low and gravelly, a sound you wanted to get used to hearing.

You chuckled breathily. “Not if we let them in on it…” Your fingers slowly traced circles onto the back of Leon’s hand, letting the implication of your words hang in the air.

You saw a quirk of a smile in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flitted behind you where you knew you had your camera set up. He met yours once more. “They might not be interested in round two.”

A full smile spread across your lips, and you gripped the front of his shirt to pull him in for a deep, hot kiss, which he instantly returned. Sure, maybe not tonight, would your audience see you fully fledged out for this man, one round in already, but you were sure they would be watching next time from the beginning.

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Porcelain Doll, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of drugging/being drugged, injury to ones self, Stockholm syndrome?, soft! Dark bucky, implied unprotected sex/smut, sex pollen

Bucky’s jaw tensed as he heard you moving about upstairs. It was just a few days since the Christmas party, and he knew that New Years hadn’t hit, but it still made him nervous to know that he’d been holed up in your basement.

It was the little things that triggered him, making him remember the patchy moments of when he was locked up by HYDRA.

Above him, you were setting up the living room for your therapy session. Your therapist had made it painfully obvious to you that you were regressing, and had made the Christmas party more of a showing to Bucky, instead of enjoying it for what it was; a holiday party.

“You need to stop your unhealthy obsession, Margo!”

“It’s not an obsession…Bucky kissed me before-“

“And you had sex with Andy Barber,” he pointed out, cutting you off, “you’re focusing your attention on older men, and I can’t help but wonder why? What is your fascination? Is it parental issues? I know that you and your father were close before he passed. Are you missing the affections of an older man in your life? Do you just want the attention? Or is it the drama?”

You stood up, glaring at him, “this is over…you need to leave!”

“Margo, it’s my job to ask the difficult questions.”

“And now it’s not,” you growled, not wanting to continue any longer, “you’re fired! I’m eighteen now, and I’ve surpassed the amount of time that it was mandated that I see you!”

“Fine,” he huffed. Bucky heard the floorboards above himself creak, and he glared at the ceiling from his spot in the basement, “but as Bucky’s friend, I’m going to have to let him know that you have these…feelings…a school girl crush if you will.”

“Get out.”

Bucky wasn’t mad.

He’d been beyond pissed. But there was something about his friend threatening to out you to him that made him transfer his anger to the man that was in his late forties instead of the woman who had managed to lock him up in her basement.

He didn’t blame you when you left your house in a huff, not even twenty minutes after him. He knew that today was your day where you would go shopping and get chores done.

He’d remembered that from when you were at home before college.

And so he planned on using that to his benefit.

In your rush, you had forgotten to fully close the cuffs, leaving him enough room to dislocate his thumbs and slip out of them.

“Friday?”

“Yes Sergeant Barnes?”

“Manual override locking mechanism in the basement,” he said with a smirk, “Password: Tolkien.”

There wasn’t a response.

Only the sound of the door’s lock clicking into place, before creaking open.

Bucky sighed to himself. You were a sweet girl. A smart one too. And he’d be lying to say that he didn’t have feelings even after all of the craziness of you abducting and drugging him.

In a little spot of his mind, it was slightly endearing.

Ever since his wife had cheated on him with Steve, he had become increasingly more resistant to forming relationships. He knew that. It wasn’t a matter of guessing; it was a simple fact. So, when he felt himself developing the feelings, he panicked.

Quite literally.

The day that he kissed you he remembered running home and hiding in his house for two whole days, before he remembered that he couldn’t avoid you forever.

And by the time summer had come, he’d done a decent job of avoiding you long enough that he didn’t say anything stupid or ask you on a date.

But god, did he want to.

“Shit…” he muttered, looking around the main floor. His jacket and wallet were nowhere around. Neither were his keys or his phone.

Stepping to the foot of the stairs, he noticed his jacket on one of the hooks, but he surmised that his stuff had to have been hidden in your room.

It was a short journey upstairs, but he was surprised to see that the master bedroom was not what he had expected it to be.

It was simple yes, with a calm blue-gray wall and a large bed. But each side had a nightstand. On the side that you had slept on there was an alarm clock as well as a charging station for your phone. But on the other side was his keys, wallet, phone, and a picture of the Howling Commandos.

Part of him felt butterflies in his stomach.

You had made it feel like he was already supposed to be there.

“Shit…”

He shook his head and tried to push away his feelings, while he grabbed his items and ran to the dresser on that side. The drawers were full of his clothes. His brow quirked.

How did you have the time to go get his stuff?

How did no one notice you going into his home and bringing stuff over to yours?

Getting changed, he tucked the dirty clothes back into the drawers, not wanting to raise any suspicion. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone from the nightstand, and threw them in his pockets.

But just as he was getting ready to leave, he noticed a few small thumb sized baggies on top of your diary. He frowned, realizing that those must have been the drugs that you had been feeding him to make him pass out.

Picking them up as to discard them later, he put them in his pockets, but his eyes caught on the words that were scrawled onto the page. You had written something that very morning.

A page, all about him.

You were talking about how much you loved him, and how eventually he would see that you were only keeping him locked up until he realized it. But that it would be enough time for you to finish your project.

Unsure of what you were talking about, Bucky made his way down the hall, to where your old bedroom used to be.

Pushing the door open, he gasped as he stepped inside.

You had turned it into a nursery.

‘He’s just the sweetest guy…and I think about him all the time. How he was there for me after my parents died. How he rebuilt the house and made it safe for me. How he gave me a voice when I felt like I was alone…it woke something up inside of me. I went from silly little crush to falling in love with him.’

“Bucky?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped to yours, his mind quickly bringing forth the words that he'd seen scribbled on the diary's pages.

‘It makes me wonder what he would be like in the future…if we had a child together. If we created a family together. That kiss made me really see the whole picture. That he feels the same. He may not be willing to admit it all the time, but I know we’re meant to be something.’

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

You were nervous.

He could practically hear your heart racing.

“Isn’t this exactly where you wanted me?” he asked, his voice sounding husky enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Ho-how did you get out of the basement?”

“I don’t think that matters right now,” he uttered, “What I think truly matters is how you thought you were going to get away with this.”

You swallowed nervously, “I-I-“

But you froze when you saw him pulling one of the little baggies out of his pockets, “and this?”

“Th-that’s not what you think it is, Bucky…”

“Oh…I know exactly what it is,” he smiled, opening it up. Your eyes widened when he blew it in your general direction. Your nostrils twitched, the sensation burning ever so slightly as it made it’s way into your system, “thing is…I don’t think you know what it’ll really do…”

“I-“

“Just a little baggie like this will keep the both of us on edge for hours,” he began. You felt your chest heave as you watched him take off his shirt, and start undoing his jeans. Your eyes traveled down to his crotch where he was already getting hard. Instinctively your mouth watered, “Hydra used to use this to control me and drive me mad…do you know the only way to get over getting sex pollen in your system, Margo?”

“N-No…”

Your skin felt like it was buzzing. It began to feel too sensitive. You began to feel too hot. The fabric was too scratchy against your skin.

“Go ahead, doll…take it off…I know what you're feeling right now. Truth is, I feel it too...” he urged gently, taking a few steps towards you. When you didn’t move, he closed the gap between the two of you. You watched as his muscles rippled with every movement. He reached forward and grabbed at the neckline of your dress. With a simple tug it ripped in half. Another ripple of shivers went down your spine as you became fixated on the valleys and peaks of muscle along his chest. His vibranium hand reached down and lifted your chin until you were staring into the set of steely, lust ridden eyes, “I know you can feel it working in your bloodstream doll. Now tell me…how do you get over sex pollen?”

“I don’t-I don’t know!” you admitted.

"I do!" he admitted. His smirk got wider, his lips brushing against yours, “I’m going to split you in half on my cock, doll…and then I’m going to cum so much…all inside that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You whimpered as his flesh hand cupped your cunt. He licked his lips and looked down at your already soaked panties, “you’re about to get your wish doll…but after this we won't need to worry about locks and handcuffs...you'll be full of me...all to the point where it'll be you that can't move. Doll, it’s you who won’t be able to get out of the bed.”

You whimpered again as he ripped your panties off of you with a single flick of his wrist, "B-Bucky..."

"Don't' worry doll...I take real good care of you," he moaned, his fingers eagerly slipping back towards your core and dipping inside of you. Your body arched against his, your core sucking his fingers in and clenching around him, "god...you feel like a little slice of heaven...my sweet little porcelain doll."

Chapter 8

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