#small plot bunny I wanted to get out of my head

[kitten4sannie]

dolce and gabbana

pairing: san x guest! reader (fem)

genre: pure smut with a tiddlywink of plot

summary: san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: some alcohol use, subby until he’s not! san, dommy mommy who folds instantly when san asserts himself! reader, both reader and san mutually go after one another despite knowing one of them is MARRIED (hoes will be hoes what can i say <3), reader’s husband is a dick ofc, misogyny (from said husband), cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, mommy/daddy kink….. (i’m weak okay,,), teasing, ITS BIG BTW AND CURVED……, only praise and pet names (omg who hacked k4s???), groping, fingering, kissing, dry humping on a couch in a very crowded room, one neck bite, san cums untouched, oral (receiving), squirting, one singular pussy slap, san puts reader into a mating press on her husband’s side of the bed just for funsies, manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, creampies (sannie cums a lotttt)

a/n: as a pudding since day 1 i am in absolute shambles thanks for asking <3 and YES im very aware i posted yesterday but the fic demons cannot be silenced!!! and just fyi i’m sure san was very grateful and absolutely brimming with excitement to be at the show!! the way i wrote him here does not reflect his actual feelings towards anything,, its just a silly fic and i wrote what i wanted lol. also i wish i could tell you how many times “dolce and gabbana that’s on my titties~” played in my head while i typed this out 😭😭 (also i did not proofread this whatsoever so forgive me if there are errors) but anyways, i hope you enjoy :33

song recs: la romana by bad bunny, rover by kai, planet goddamn by mac miller

San knew eyes would be on him. Why wouldn’t they be? He was dressed to the nines, his hair slicked back to showcase his alluring, feline-like eyes, his sharp, angular features that could give someone a fatal cut if they looked for too long, and most importantly, he was all decked out in a sleek black custom-made top that perfectly adorned his broad shoulders and chest, one that even cinched securely around his impossibly tiny waist. Of course it did. It had been custom fit and made just for his body. Even the tailor had jokingly mentioned that Michelangelo himself must’ve sculpted him to perfection in the heavens before San was born, but San wasn’t laughing. He perfected his body through his own sheer willpower and determination alone, to be the best that he could be for his own self — and if people just so happened to drool over the results of his hard work, then that was simply a perk.

Holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the many camera flashes, he continued to make his way down the walkway, offering many of the starstruck guests a courteous, though charming smile, wondering if their wandering gazes were due to his breathtaking ensemble or what was sitting just below it. The thought tickled him. It continued to amuse him throughout the afternoon, taking picture after picture with eager guests and wealthy tycoons alike, quite pleased with himself when neither man nor woman could seem to control themselves around him, their eyes always drifting downwards to look San up and down like he were next up in an auction, their mouths pressed to their champagne flutes in an effort to quell the thirst they felt, their free hands lingering just a little too long on the small of his back when they bid farewell to him.

San relished the fact that these poor starving individuals could never get a taste of him, no matter how incredibly rich or influential they were. None of them would get a bite of the forbidden fruit without permission from God.

It was then that the show started, various eye-catching models sashaying their way across the aisle to showcase the latest D&G collection, all displaying their own unique set of features and charm. All flawless and angelic in their own right, but they were almost predictable in that way — like mannequins made solely for the rich and beautiful to gawk at. San couldn’t help but look past them, only focusing on the expensive, tailor made clothes that were framing their perfect bodies. And after a while, he almost seemed to grow bored. Of what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the sheer gaudiness of it all, the lack of self awareness for things that really mattered in the modern world, and the almost nauseating amount of self-sucking the rich individuals around him seemed to be fond of doing. San would’ve pondered it more when somebody near him gently patted his thigh, causing him to look down at the small manicured hand, the diamond ring around your finger glinting in the light like a warning sign.

“Are you bored like I am?” you whispered softly into his ear from beside him, giving him a quaint smile when he turned his head to face you.

San blushed, leaning slightly in your direction. “Am I that obvious?”

“No, don’t worry. None of these drones will be able to notice.” You motioned your head to the crowd around you, their phones in hand, all whispering to each other about how revolutionary the new collection was, despite it looking eerily similar to the fall one from the year before. “You could whip your cock out and no one would bat an eye.”

“Oh?” San studied your flirtatious smile, then looked down just to make sure his eyes hadn’t deceived him. Yep, the ring was still there — and it probably cost more than a starter house. Delighted by your forwardness, San took it upon himself to tease you, reaching down to slowly unbutton his slim-fitted pants. “Well, if that’s the case…”

Your cheeks turning bright red, you reached downwards to shield his crotch from view, looking up at him with wide eyes, your faces now impossibly close. “I-i was fucking with you! Don’t actually take out your dick…”

San’s sharpened eyes flitted from your gaze to your cherry red lips, letting go of his zipper to gently take your hand in his, pressing it firmly down onto his thigh. “Yet…?” he challenged huskily, wondering if you were like all the others and would yank your hand back, scoff in disgust, and pretend as if it had never happened. It was then that San felt you squeeze your warm hand into the meat of his thigh, your fingers just barely pressing into the inseam of his pants.

“You can be a good boy and wait till the after party, can’t you?” you asked in a lower, sultrier tone, pressing your lips to his cheek to leave your mark on him, your hand moving further up his thigh, only pulling away when you felt something hard press into your palm. Smiling sweetly, you leaned in again, this time allowing your lips to brush over his. “Good things come to those who wait.”

And just like that, you turned forward to focus on the models all gathering onto the stage at once along with the designers, clapping along with the rest of the crowd when they all took a bow. You blew a kiss to one of the designers who caught it and pretended to put it in his pocket.

Still breathless from your short encounter, San nudged your thigh with his own, biting into his lip and tasting the sweetness of your lipstick. You nudged him back, glancing at him through the corner of yours eyes, licking at your own lips, like a predator would before pouncing on their prey.

San couldn’t believe he had finally met someone like you. There was a serpent in his garden — and he couldn’t wait for it to swallow him up.

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The after party was predictable as always — strangers binge drinking and snorting powder off of your previously pristine marble tabletops, others telling embellished stories about their latest trip to their private islands to various locked-in acquaintances, some off doing god knows what in your many empty guest rooms, and you could not, for the life of you, care about what your husband was currently cackling over with his close friends, focusing on the crackling wood sitting inside the fireplace you were all huddled near. When you inevitably ran out of champagne, you patted your husband’s leg so that he could remove his arm from your waist.

He looked down at you with indifference. “What is it?”

“I need more champagne, honey. I’m going to get some.”

Your husband’s face scrunched up. “Haven’t you had enough? If you drink anymore, you’re going to lose your nice figure.” He looked to his friends for validation who simply nodded along in agreement.

Your husband’s chauvinistic comments didn’t bother you anymore, just his persistent presence in your life. He was like a mosquito that was always trying to drain you, one that you could never seem to swat away. Well, nothing a little dick couldn’t fix. “That’s funny, because I seem to recall the tailor coming in this morning for an emergency visit to alter a certain suit,” you mentioned, this time pushing your husband’s arm away from you, surveying his now quiet friends with an unbothered look, before wandering off, not registering the insecurity driven ramblings that your husband was sending your way.

Once you made your way into the crowded loft, you searched your surroundings for what you were looking for, humming at the sight of the pretty boy from earlier sitting on the large plush couch in the corner, a half-empty champagne flute in hand, his attention on one of the models that had walked for your husband’s collection a few hours earlier. He was even more handsome now that you could study his captivating details, your eyes drifting over his bulky frame, from his large arms and shoulders, to his delicate waist, and down to his spread thighs, zeroing in on what was between them, knowing that the beautiful stranger was blessed in more ways than one based off what you had felt earlier.

Without hesitation, you slowly made your way across the room, your stiletto heels digging into the fur carpet below with each concentrated step, licking your red lips when the model placed one of her hands on San’s thighs and squeezed it, his suddenly submissive expression causing more knots to form within your core. You were going to make him yours.

San could barely hear the pretty model’s words over the loud music and the many overlapping voices inside the loft, not knowing what to say when she moved closer to him, clearly going in for the kill. It was then that someone stood over him, their heel nudging into his loafer. He looked up, his once hazy eyes opening wide at the sight of you standing above him with a bottle of champagne in one hand, your other hand already cradling his face. “M-miss…there you are…”

“Here I am,” you purred, running your fingers along his jaw, satisfied with the fact that your lipstick print was still visible on his tan skin.

San gulped, just about spilling the drink he was still holding onto, unknowingly spreading his thighs open further, as if he was giving you an unspoken invitation to climb onto his lap.

Humming, you lowered yourself into his lap, your plush thighs and ass pressing snuggly against his lower half. “Look at you,” you cooed softly into San’s ear, not caring to give the now fuming model any attention, lowering the cold champagne bottle in between your bodies, chuckling at the soft whimper he let out when it pressed into the exposed sections of his skin. “You’re such a good boy, saving a seat for Mommy like this. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes, I am, s-so good for you…”

“Then, be good and open your mouth,” you purred, lifting the almost empty bottle and pouring some into your mouth. San’s jaw slowly dropped, not knowing that he was already beginning to drool. You didn’t mind, clutching the sides of his heated face and pressing your parted lips onto his, transferring the sparkling alcohol to him, but not without running your tongue over his.

San brought his hands up near the sides of your ass, his fingers trembling, not knowing if he was allowed to touch you, whimpering into your mouth when you sucked the alcohol off of his tongue.

“You can touch, baby.” You reached for his wrists and brought his hands underneath the hem of your short dress, gasping when he squeezed the softness of your ass in between his ringed fingers and began to slowly guide your hips, your clothed cunt rubbing back and forth over his stiffening cock. “Mm, someone’s eager, hm? You’re a naughty one, making the main designer’s wife grind on your cock like this in front of everyone.”

“It’s…Mommy’s fault…” San murmured near your ear, rolling his own hips up into yours, making you feel every inch of his trapped throbbing cock each time he ground himself into you, biting into his lip at the sound of your breathless moans, swearing he saw your grimacing husband from over your shoulder.

“My fault, huh? Mommy should make up for it, shouldn’t she?” you sighed back onto his heated skin, pressing kiss after kiss onto his collarbones, dragging your tongue along the constellation of freckles he had on his neck, making him shudder underneath you.

“Uh-huh…” San moaned out, your hand suddenly squeezing into and sliding back and forth over his erection, your thumb repeatedly rubbing over the pronounced tip, knowing he was staining his expensive pants with sticky pre-cum. “F-fuck, I’ll cum if you keep doing that…”

“So sensitive, baby, you’re so cute…but you’re not the only one, you know? Look what you did to Mommy~” You gave his balls a gentle squeeze just to hear him whimper, before letting go, instead reaching for his hand again and leading it between your legs, moving your soaked panties to the side just in time for San to fill you up with two thick fingers.

“You’re so wet…” San groaned, unable to keep himself from adding another digit inside your slick hole, beginning to pump them in and out of you, allowing the both of you to listen to the obscene squelching sounds your cunt made each time he finger-fucked you. Something switched inside of San when you began to whine and whimper, and fuck yourself back on his fingers, your eyebrows screwed upwards, begging him for more with your teary, half-closed eyes. “So fucking wet just for me, huh? Hey, Miss, did you know your husband is standing just across the room? Think he’s hard knowing I just got his pretty little wife wetter than she’s been in her entire life?”

“B-baby, don’t tease me like that,” you whispered, not wanting the control you had over him to slip out of your grasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, accidentally causing pieces of his solid outfit to fall off and land onto the leather couch.

“It’s San, Miss, but you can call me Sannie if you wanna be a good girl for me,” he chuckled, shoving his fingers into you up to the knuckles, rolling your clit around underneath his heavy thumb. “And, I’m not teasing you, my love, he’s really watching us, and he looks like he wants to kill me.”

Just as you looked behind you to catch your husband’s displeased gaze, San began to ram his soaked digits into your spasming cunt, feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth on your neck. “O-oh my god, Sannie, oh, fuckkkk…”

Just as your warm arousal began to pour out onto his fingers and lap, San bit down into the area where your neck and collarbone connected, letting out a few stunted groans, his hips jolting up into yours, coating the insides of his designer pants with white.

“Did you just…?” you began, before San stuffed his fingers into your mouth, growing quiet and sucking your arousal off of them. He pulled them out with a pop, but you didn’t even get the chance to continue your question because you were suddenly being lifted up into the air, strong hands clutching your thighs, your legs hooked around San’s waist.

Your defeated, emasculated husband was just a blur when San carried you through the crowded room and up the stairs, not stopping until he got to the largest room at the end of the expansive hallway.

“Which side does your husband sleep on?” San asked, once he stood at the foot of the kingsized bed.

“On the right. Why do you–O-oh,” you gasped as he quickly laid you out on the right side of the bed and lifted your dress up, forcefully spreading your thighs open so that he could bury his face in your cunt, repeatedly lapping at your slit and clit over your soaked panties until he couldn’t take it, reaching up to tear your panties off with ease. “Sannie, baby boy, what’s gotten into you?”

San looked up at you with dark, dilated eyes, reaching up to his broad body to rip off the rest of his outfit, his solid muscles flexing as he closed his fingers around your waist, yanking you lower so that your cunt was closer to his face, looking like he was about to eat you alive. “Daddy’s hungry,” he simply replied, diving back into your cunt to lick and slurp up your juices, tonguing your hole just to feel you clench around him, his nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a starved man.

Sooner or later, you began to shudder and pant, tugging at the ends of San’s sweaty hair, your thighs pressing into the sides of his head until he forcefully held them down, quickly moving his head up and down as he dragged his tongue roughly over your throbbing clit, his focused eyes never leaving yours. “S-sannie, I’m really, fuck– I’m gonna cum…!”

“Cum for Daddy,” he demanded gruffly, stuffing three fingers into your cunt and pounding them into your g-spot, lifting your ass up with his other hand so that he could catch the stream of arousal that suddenly squirted out of you, some of it inevitably soaking into the satin sheets below you. San licked your juices from his lips, going down to give your puffy cunt one last lick to savor your taste, before standing up from the bed and unbuckling his pants.

“Y-you….Did you get possessed by a demon?” you asked half-jokingly, unable to keep your thighs from trembling, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist.

“And if I did? You’d still let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?” San smiled devilishly, his dimples appearing, kicking off his pants and running his closed hand along his curved, dripping length. He pressed his thighs against the side of the bed, running the tip of his cock over your lips, watching fondly as you sucked and licked the beads of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.

“I would.” Lifting yourself up so that you could completely rid yourself of your disheveled dress, you reached up for the handsome stranger, licking the saltiness from your lips. “Now, come here and show Mommy just how much Daddy wants her.”

San wasted no time climbing back onto the bed and folding you up into a mating press, leaning back to send a few wads of spit onto your cunt, smacking his hand against the wetness for good measure, before he plunged himself deep inside you.

You just about screamed, not ready for San’s unusual size and shape, the curve of his cock rubbing deliciously along your tightening walls each time he pounded himself into you. “S–ann–ie…! It’s so big, fuck– so good!”

“Aww, poor baby’s never had a big cock stretching out her pretty pussy before, huh?” San cooed into your ear, pulling all the way out, just to slam himself back in, hitting your g-spot dead on, making you cry out deliriously. “You’ll never be able to go back to your husband after this. You’re gonna be begging for me to take care of you from now on….” San pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your tongue as you moaned out for him. “Want you to cum for me again, baby…Squirt on my cock, okay?”

“S-Sannie, it’s too much,” you whined out, dragging your nails down his broad back, your toes curling just as San punched your next orgasm out of you when his curved cock once again came in contact with your g-spot.

As you began to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, San licked your tears away, gently pressing his lips into your cheek and jaw, shushing you. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s here for you.” He clutched you close, holding still inside you, as his cock began to twitch. “Here it comes, princess, just for you.” A hot, creamy stream of cum began to shoot out into you, completely drenching your insides with his load.

You could hardly speak at this point in time, solely concentrated on the pleasure that still had a hold on your sore body and the warmth that was filling you up to the brim, suddenly realizing that your husband really wasn’t going to be happy with you. “Y-you shouldn’t have…nnnngh….”

San continued to roll his hips into you, his eyelids fluttering, groans spilling from his throat, your cunt still milking his pulsing cock for all it had, which was a lot, to say the least. Once there was nothing left to give you, San leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, not caring that you had left your lipstick all over him. “Can I ask you something, baby?”

“Y-yes, San?”

San smiled, his glossy brown eyes glistening in the light. “When you have my baby, will you have the heart to tell your poor husband that it’s actually mine?”

Panting heavily and trying to process what the handsome stranger just said, you finally came to the realization that you let someone who didn’t even know your name possibly impregnate you. Well, at least you had something to talk about over breakfast with your husband, rather than hear him go on and on about his latest collection.

“I’m not sure about that one…”

“Can I ask you one more question?”

“Hm?”

“Should I name our baby Dolce or Gabbana?”

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[dauntlessallure]

𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ BANDS A MAKE HER DANCE ⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 , 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 , 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 , & 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— giving the jjk!men a show.

【 CONTENTS 】— stripper!reader , implied smut , fem-bodied reader , dryhumping , degradation, groping , grinding , dirty talk , consensual non consent ( for context reasons lol ) , semi established relationship + sugar daddy ( w/ nanami ) , reader is a bit of a s l u t aren’t we all though ? , kissing , daddy kink ( in toji & nanami’s ) , spanking , MDNI + any other missing tags .ᐟ

【 PAIRING 】— jjk!men x stripper!reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 1k

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

im STILL working on boxer!toji but for now , imma let y’all EAT. :) i had this plot bunny in my brain for a while so i went ahead and finished it up. reblogs are appreciated <3. comment to join the tag list. this work is not yet proof read.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo is well . . gojo , if the man has an excuse to go to the local stripclub ? best believe that man is going to be there in a heartbeat. he just wants to see if you’re working tonight, satoru was your favorite client after all. he was never stingy with his money but better yet , there was something about him that just made you want to bend the rules of your own contract just a little. maybe it was all the pretty little names he’d call you everytime you’d give him a dance, or maybe it’s the way your slowly grinding your hips down onto his growing erection. fuck — you were driving him crazy. “ shiiiiiit princess , you’re making me hard and you’ve just bearly started. “ gojo wanted to just grab you & pin you to the wall of the private room you two were in. “ mmhm , i can feel it. but remember ~ “ you’d begin to move your hips in slow - rhythmic circles against his lap, the feeling of the restricted fabric pressing itself up into your barely clothed cunt was really testing your own patience. “ no touching satoru, you’ll have to pay extra for that. “ satoru whined softly, lightly pressing his hips up against your ass as he reached for his wallet. “ fuck all that , you can drain my bank account fucking dry for all i care. “ the white haired man basically threw all the cash in his wallet which was a lot to the small table to his left before digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hips , pulling you back onto his lap in one swift motion making your head spin. “ think you can handle all of me baby ? hm ? tell me. “ satoru purred against the skin of your neck. you were definitely in for it tonight.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

today was suguru’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than being pulled to a strip club by his closest friends. geto had never been , though he’s heard all about it from gojo’s loud mouth. all of the other dancers were beautiful , geto wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composer until his eyes landed on you. you were relatively new to being an exotic dancer but you’d have no problem grabbing almost anyone’s attention when they stumbled into your sight. “ don’t be a wuss man , go ask her for a dance. “ gojo pushed on suguru’s shoulder which made geto shoot satoru a glare. but before geto could do anything , you’d be the one who makes a move first. grabbing onto his hand, geto’s gaze shoots down at you almost in shock. “ sorry to interrupt you , but a special someone has told me it’s your birthday. looks like you’ll be getting a private dance from me tonight. “ suguru’s expression was priceless. he looked back at gojo , gojo shrugged. “ wasn’t me man. “ that’s when shoko popped her head out from behind satoru. “ oh ! yeah , have fun geto. “ shoko did this ??!! suguru expected this type of thing from satoru but from shoko ?! , geto blinked at shoko before being pulled away by you. five minutes into the private session and suguru was hard as a rock which you couldn’t help but to chuckle at. he was attractive , long hair that you just wanted to sink your fingers into. “ someone’s getting excited. “ you chuckle out as you placed both hands onto his thighs, your tits on full display for geto to stare at. geto felt like he was gonna lose it, he couldn’t possibly take it. “ f— . . fuck me. “ was the only thing suguru could mutter out as he continued to watch you dance.

— ❥ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

unlike both suguru and the headache that is gojo , nanami doesn’t need stripclubs. even though yours and nanami’s sensual relationship did spark from a local gentlemen’s club , you’ve left that lifestyle behind long ago. you’ve established a very strong connection with nanami since then, even making more money now working for nanami privately. he’s vowed to keep you happy by spoiling you beyond oblivion. you were so grateful for kento , grateful enough to be standing in front of him wearing the brand new lingerie set he had custom made just for you. nanami kept a hard gaze on your figure as he raised his finger up and twirling it in a circular motion, signaling for you to spin for him. you slowly spun around allowing kento to get a good look, the color of the lingerie made your complexion pop while the lacy material hugged the curves of both your ass and your tits to perfection. nanami’s never seen a sight so beautiful. “ do you like it ? “ he questioned , patting his thigh. you’d nod quickly, getting a good look at yourself in the full body mirror to your left. “ i love it , thank you daddy. “ kento smiled. “ c’mere , i wanna see my perfect baby up close. “ you waltzed your way over to nanami , turning around to place yourself onto nanami’s lap , grinding yourself on his thighs. he immediately groaned followed by a small chuckle, placing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder while his large hands began to rub over the skin of your tummy “ hm , daddy thinks you look gorgeous but i’d rather see you uncovered for now. is that okay ? “ you nodded. RIIIIIIP. he’s done tore the fabric off of your body. “ nanami ! “ , “ don’t worry , i’ll get you more. “

— ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

let’s be honest , this man spends every pretty penny he’s got at the stripclub. it’s the toji thing to do. especially spending everything he’s got just to get a private dance from you. toji quickly became one of your regular clients as he pretty much came in weekly to see you. over the course of a couple of months, you & toji began to take your private sessions up to the next level. you two just couldn’t get enough of each other, you dancing around and shaking your ass for him just wasn’t enough. toji now has you on his lap , his tongue lodging itself into your warm mouth. you were squirming under his touch , your now soaked underwear was making a wet spot on his pants while you ground on him. toji pulled back from the kiss only to laugh at how wet you’ve gotten, only making him harder. “ look at cha , makin’ a mess on me & i haven’t even got ya naked yet. “ his voice alone could make you gush all over him even more, toji let his hand smack across the plush of your ass. “ let me guess , you want more huh ? i should’ve known you were a dirty fuckin’ slut. “ you gasped as toji wrapped his arms around the small of your waist and pressed your weight down onto his throbbing length through his pants, “ t-toji ! “ a small whimper leaving your lips as more of your arousal seeped through the rough fabric. “ aht , aht , that’s not my name. . tell me whatcha want baby. “ how humiliating, but you loved everything about it. “ d—daddy .ᐟ i wanna feel you inside. “ toji chuckled before releasing his grip from around your waist, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to stand up. “ atta girl , now the panties . . lose em. “

ׂ⠀〝⠀⠀.. ⠀ ©dauntlessallure 24’ — please do not steal , publish , or post my work elsewhere or credit as your own .ᐟ

[ghosty-writes-23]

(Re-Vamp) His Precious Doll. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Porn with Plot, Yandere!Leon, !DARK CONTENT!, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Stalking, Breaking & Entering, Past Trauma, Slight Somnophilia, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Angst, Panty Stealing, Surveillance, Blood, 3rd Person’s POV, Mental Instability, Drama, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Eating out, !WRAP IT, BEFORE YOU TAP IT! (Don’t be like Leon and y/n), Bareback sex, Riding, Creampie, Leon is a simp, !UNEDITED!

Pairing: Ghostface!Leon + Best!Friend!Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: "Oh....Y/n, Y/n, Y/n; You Are In Terrible Danger." You where the object of his affections and he would do anything to have you even if it meant kidnapping you and taking you always from the ones you loved because he wanted to keep you safe.

Word Count: 12k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello my lovelies, I know I promised part.2 to Ghostface!Leon almost over a year ago and never got around to it. (*hangs head in shame*) but fear not as I have come back not only with a new Ghostface!Leon one-shot, but I have written both part.1 & part.2 and even added a part epilogues and updated the story in this post. This now has a story and full smut scenes, thank you so much to the people that have waited this long, I am so sorry it took this long to finally get around to it, so please enjoy this updated new & improved version of His precious Doll face with a new title.

Another Note: This was written with either RE2R!Leon or RE4R!Leon or InfiniteDarkness!Leon in mind.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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Part One: The Wolf In Sheep Clothing.

In the small town of Raccoon city people were getting ready for the Halloween celebration, you loved the spooky season, the cold weather as it gave you an excuse to stay inside all day wrapped up in blankets and watching movies. Tonight, there was Halloween parties going on all around your university, people getting dressed up in funny costumes, some girls going dressing up as bunnies in hopes to get with somebody that is good in bed for the night while boys went as superhero’s to show off their abs and trying to find themselves a girl for the night. you weren’t really into the partying side of Halloween night, or dealing with the hangover afterwards but you did enjoy giving candy to trick or treaters when you used to stay at your mom’s house.

But even with all of the festivities going on there was a small feeling of unease in the town that not even the celebration of the spooky season could hide, recently there has been a string of murders and missing people on campus and as much as people want to pretend it never happened, there is this constant feeling of needing to look behind you and not to travel alone at night, the only evidence the police have found at one of the crime scenes was a Ghostface mask, they don’t know if it from the actual murder for just a Halloween prop but the police are not taking my chances.

Your father was the chief of police at the Raccoon city police department, he was doing everything he could to try and get the person responsible for these crimes and put them behind bars but also to protect the people of this city, you saw how hard your dad worked and sometimes you wished he could take a break ad you could hang out like you used to when you where younger, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon so they is why you always savoured the moments you did get with him.

Shaking your head you decided tonight you would be having a self-care night maybe paint your nails, do a face mask and watch buffy the vampire slayer since you found it on Netflix and you had stolen the password to Leon’s account, while you were getting everything set up you where scrolling thought your phone and a news article caught your eye.

It was about the recent body that was found in the lake near the bridge that was located just on the outskirts of town, it seemed the killer striked again and it was another guy you had seen around your university, you think you one or two classes with him and only talked to him a couple of times he seemed like a nice guy from what you could remember.

The article was calling out the police authorities saying they could be doing more, that every missing person, or body found was their fault since they haven’t caught the killer yet, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“It’s not like catching a killer is easy.” You mumble under your breath as you exit the article and locked your phone screen with a sigh. you knew your father was trying his best, both him and his department but how do you find somebody that seems to vanish into thin air, plus tonight will not be helping since the killer could be dressed up and in public and nobody would ever know, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

After a couple of minutes your phone buzzed, grabbing it you unlocked your screen and saw the text message was from your group chat with your friends Chris, Claire, Jill, Carlos, Luis, Ada and Leon. It was a group picture of them at the boys frat house party, they were all dressed up as various Halloween icons.

Leon was Ghostface, It was a tradition that you both dressed up as Ghostface, Chris was Michael Myers, Luis was Dracula, Carlos was a werewolf, The girls were pressed as the powerpuff girls, Jill was Blossom, Ada was buttercup and Claire was bubbles, they each looked adorable in their costumes.

Luis: You should have joined us; we miss you señorita.

Chris: Boo, you suck for not coming, Leon’s been pouting all night.

Leon: No, I haven’t.

Carlos: yes you have.

Claire: I agree with Carlos.

Jill: Me too.

Ada: I agree too.

Leon: Great now you guys are ganging up on me.*Leon has left the chat.*

Y/N: You guys need to stop bullying Leon.

Chris: Why it’s fun.

Y/n: Chris.

Chris: Fine.

Y/n: I’ll come to the next party.

Chris: You better, or I am dragging you out of your apartment over my shoulder.

Luis: You can’t threaten her like that.

Carlos: I would love to see that.

Y/n: Bring it on big boy.

With a small shake of your head, you laughed softly to yourself, this friend group was chaotic but you loved it all the same, you knew Chris wasn’t lying when he said he would come and drag you out of your apartment, he had done it once back in your first year of University.

You remember whining saying you wanted to stay in bed but Chris picked you up like a sack of potatoes and tossed you over his shoulder, then walked out of your dorm, but now you just accept your fate when you know he is coming over. When you clicked out of your group chat messages you saw you had a message from Leon.

Leon: I do wish you had come tonight, makes these parties more bearable.

Y/n: Sorry I wasn’t feeling it tonight, but I promise I’ll come to the next one, protect you from Chris’s teasing.

Leon: That would be much appreciated.

You and Leon had been best friend since you were in diapers, you basically grew up together, having been next door neighbors and your parents being best friends, you and Leon were always at each other’s houses, playing imaginary and make believe games, having sleepovers where you would stay up late watching movies and eat so much junk food your stomach’s would hurt, you went to the same schools and even got accepted into the same universities.

Leon was your bestest friend and your parent’s always used to joke that you and Leon would get married someday, you even had a little ‘wedding’ in your backyard with all of your stuffed toys as guests, your wedding ring was a strawberry flavoured ring pop while Leon’s was grape, you even still had the plastic bottom in your jewelry box.

But when Leon was 21 and you were 19 tragedy struck when Leon’s parents were killed in an car accident, there car was ran off a bridge into a lake, his mother died on blunt force trauma to the head, his father drowned trying to save his wife, you remembered the police officers coming to Leon’s apartment.

You were having your weekly movie night with the friend group, once they had told him the news Leon asked everybody to leave, but just as you were about to leave, Leon grabbed your wrist and pleaded for you not to leave him alone, that night was spend with Leon clinging to you and crying, he told you what the officers told him and your heart broke for him, you cried with him.

You promised him you would never leave him ever, and that you would always be there for him as you held him tightly against you, what you didn’t realise at the time was this would be the start of Leon’s every unhealthy obsession with you that you didn’t even know about.

Back in the present, you looked at the time and saw it was almost 12am, the streets were now quiet expect for the few occasional drunk collage student, you grabbed your TV remote and flicked off the TV causing it to now be completely dark in your living room, you stood up and wrapped your blanket around you as it was a cold night.

“Come on Oero its time for bed.” You say to your cat as it was stretching on the couch where you just were, she was snuggled up to your side purring softly, but she gives a soft meow and hopes off the couch following you up to your room upstairs.

As you push open your bedroom door you notice Oreo was looking behind her and down the stairs, almost as if she saw something or someone you didn’t. “come on cuddle butt its time for bed.” You say picking her up and giving her a cuddle and kisses all over her furry face.

She gave you a soft hiss, but she don’t try and move away from your affections and she was even purring against you, giving her head a final kiss you got into bed and she made her way to her spot on your bed, which was curling up right next to your chest, her little furry head resting on your neck, she liked being close even in her sleep.

“Nighty night Oreo.” You say as you flick off your bedside table lamp and nuzzle in your pillow getting comfortable, Oero gave you a oft meow back and moved until she got comfortable and soon fell asleep purring softly, and you two soon fell asleep completely unaware that Oero’s behavior before was a warning that somebody was in fact in your house and watching you sleep.

3rd person’s POV

Pushing open the door to your bedroom Leon creeped in quietly, his boots carefully stepping around your room as he carefully made his way to your bed, when he saw your figure sleeping peacefully his heart rate picked up causing him to start breathing heavily as his eyes roamed your figure like a starving animal looking at its next prey, carefully Leon reached behind his head and pulled off the cheap store brought mask, revealing his messy blonde hair that was slightly sticking to his forehead from sweat and blood, but not his blood but the blood of the man that had asked you out on a coffee date a couple weeks ago.

He didn’t even bother to clean up, he was lucky he was wearing mostly all black and being covered in blood doesn’t look suspicious this time of year, it was almost like the perfect cover. Carefully and quietly, he placed his bloody Ghostface mask on your bedside table and kneeled down beside your bed, a lovesick look on his face.

To Leon you were his whole entire world, his life started and ends with you, everything he did, every person he hurt or killed was to keep you safe, because when you love somebody you never want them to get hurt ever. He wanted to protect you from the cruelty of this world, he didn’t care if he had to get his hands dirty, or who’s blood he had to spill, if you kept that sweet, innocent and bright smile, he would let the world burn down just for you if you asked him too.

Taking off one of his bloody glove he gently ran his finger over the soft skin of your flesh, causing you to scrunch up at the sudden feeling, but you didn’t wake only making a soft noise that made Leon’s heart skip a beat in his chest, you were always so cute when you were sleeping, so blissfully and naively unaware of the danger you were in, Leon knew you trusted him completely and so blindly, he couldn’t help but feel it was foolish of you to be so trusting of him, especially after all the things he had done.

But that didn’t stop him from wanting you to be a part of him, for now and forever you were his wife after all in his eyes, that plastic ring pop bottom was his most prized possession and he planned on giving you a real ring and for you to take his last name as he wanted you to feel the same way he does about you, he wanted you to be equally obessed with him as he is with you, but he knows it will take time, he is a patient man especially when it is for his sweet doll.

Leon’s breath caught in his throat when he saw you stirring, you had turned over onto your stomach your cat Oreo was still snuggled up to you sleeping, when his eyes drifted back to you he saw your blanket had fallen off slightly giving him a sneak peek at your ass and the black lace panties there decorated them.

He knew that set all too well, he had brought them for you for your birthday a couple months ago because he saw you looking at them, he couldn’t help but imagine you wearing them just for him, giving him a little show and maybe even getting to touch you with them on, just the thought of being able to touch you was making him hard.

Letting out a heavy breath through his noise, Leon was frozen under you settled back into bed, once you had settled Leon had to resist the urge to kiss the small patch of skin near your hips that was peeking out from under your blanket because your oversized short had ridden up slightly. When he breathed in your sweet sent of vanilla and florals his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as heat and desire ran through his body, you were always smelt so sweet, it was why he stole pieces of your clothing to take back to his apartment and bury his face in it, he stole things ranging from t-shirts and hoodies to your panties and when they didn’t smell like you anymore he would sneak them back into your apartment without you knowing and take something else.

He knew he was sick and perverted, but he couldn’t stop, he needed you like a normal person needs oxygen and if he couldn’t have you then nobody else would, you were his and have been since the day you appeared in his life like an angel, you were his and he was yours and he had to protect you even if it mean he put camera’s in your house without your permission, when you were visiting your parents, he always had to keep his eye on you like the tracker that was in the bracelet he had given you last year.

His blue eyes traced the curves of your body under the blanket, moving closer Leon made sure his movements didn’t disturb your peaceful slumber. His face was now inches from the back of your neck, his warm breath was hitting the back of your neck causing you to stir again since you were a very light sleeper, Leon didn’t want to wake you up, but he was so desperate to touch you to feel your soft flesh under his care callous hands.

Slowly he tugged your blanket down your legs revealing your soft and round ass. Leon made sure his touch was as light as feather as trailed his hand down your body until he would to the top of your panties, he could see a small wet patch forming causing the cotton panties stick to your slick folds.

Leon could feel his mouth go dry as his gulped slightly, licking his lips like a starving predatory looking down at it’s next meal, his pupils have been blown making also the blue of his eyes disappear as his breathing starts to pick up into soft pants as he could feel his pants start to tighten. Reaching up a callous hand he ran his middle finger up your clothed centre collecting some of your slick on his fingers, a soft groan left his lips when he felt how wet you were, it made him wonder what you were dreaming about, were you dreaming about him? Dreaming of the pleasure and ecstasy he could bring you if you would only let him.

Without hesitation Leon brought his finger to his mouth and eagerly suckled his finger, as soon as your slick touched his tounge and soft and pathetic whine left his lips, you tasted like heaven and sin mixed together, he could have came right there at just taste you, he wanted more god he craved more but it was far too risky, he wanted to watch you come undone on his tongue moaning his name in ecstasy as you wither under him and tug at his head.

Thinking for a second Leon moved to the bottom of your bed and carefully hooked his fingers into the side of your panties and carefully tugged then down your legs, keeping an eye on you in case you woke up, but luckily he pulled then down your smooth legs with ease, smiling at his small victory he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your leg as a small thank you for your little gift.

Once your panties were off he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, your sweet scent filling his nose causing his eyes to roll back as a deep primal growl rumbled in his chest, you were so innocent and so clueless, knowing he needed to go soon Leon got off your bed and pulled your blanket up over your shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet doll, I’ll see you again real soon, love you.” Leon whispered before he gave your head another kiss before grabbing his Ghostface mask off your bedside table and placed it over his head, he put your black panties in his pocket for safe keeping before he carefully walked out of your bedroom, giving you once last loving glance Leon smiled underneath his mask before slipping out of your bedroom and closing the door softly behind him.

After leaving your apartment Leon headed back to his own, his heart was full after seeing you he could rest easy knowing you were happy, safe and sound. When he arrived back at the shared frat house he could see drunk and passed out people everywhere, with a tried sigh Leon walked over the limp bodies before he headed to the frat house basement.

It was where most of the alcohol was keep and it had a finger print code which only Chris or Leon could access it so nothing would ever go missing, but it was also a great place to find things in plain sight, after Leon had done some work on the room, he made it sound proof and is currently covered in tarps.

Once inside the small room Leon tugged off his Ghostface mask while walking over to his computer, hitting the space bar the computer jumped to life as Leon sat down in his desk chair, logging in Leon waited for the computer to boot up before a series of camera screen’s filled the wide screen.

All the screen’s where of different angles of your apartment such as your bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen, spare bedroom, this was how Leon keep you safe at all times, reaching into his pocket he pulled back out your pair of black lacy panties, Leon’s blue eyes then flickered to the screen that was showing you sleeping peacefully in your bed, a happy smile on your face.

“Soon doll, you will be all mine, and I will be all yours for now and forever until death do us part.” Leon says with a crazed lovesick smile, there were even small hearts in his eyes before he buried his face in your panties and inhaled deeply again, this time now muffling his groans as your sweet scent filled up all his senses.

*The Following Morning.*

Y/n’s POV

You woke up the following morning well rested and refreshed for the first time in a long time, Oero had woken you up with soft meows for food, you gave her furry head a soft kiss before you stretched your arms over your head, causing you to make a soft whining noise as your back and shoulders popped back into place, running your fingers through your hair to move it out of your face a thought sudden occurred to you.

Reaching under your blanket you noised your panties were gone and you were sure you went to bed with them on. “odd, I must of kicked them off when I was asleep.” You thought before getting out of bed and doing your morning routine, but something in the back of your head was telling you something was wrong.

But you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today you decided since you had no classes and no work you where just going to laze around home, play with Oero for a bit maybe go out and get some lunch with the girls if they weren’t too hungover but you didn’t know yet, it was rare when you had free whole days like this so you were going to savour every moment of today.

After showering and putting some comfortable clothing on, you went to feed Oero and give her a morning cuddle before grabbing your phone and looking at the group chat, there were heaps of pictures from the party some of them doing shots, other pictures of the girls dancing and even some of Leon pouting which made you laugh, he had gone all out this year with his Ghostface Halloween costume even having fake blood on his mask and knife.

But even the knife looked real but you knew it was a prop it was the one he used every year. You hearted most of the pictures before your phone started to ring, it was your father you answered immediately wondering what he could need this early in the morning.

“Hey dad what’s up.” You say as you flopped onto the couch in your living room, you hoped this was a happy call, but you knew him calling you during his work hours wasn’t a good sign, it was either something really important or he needed your help with something. . “Hi honey, are you free this morning?” he asked, something was off with his tone, it sounded more formal almost like he was using his police chief voice. “Yeah I am free this morning, is something wrong?” you asked him suddenly becoming uneasy as a wave of anxiety rushed over you on why your dad was now calling you.

“Could you please come to the station, I need to ask you a few question.” Your dad said and you nodded your head. “yeah I’ll be there in 20.” You say to him, after saying goodbye and went and got dressed in some comfortable clothing before you grabbed your bag and gave Oero a goodbye kiss and headed out of your dorm and headed to the police station that was in town.

There was a knot forming in your stomach, what could your father possibly be needed to ask you that he couldn’t do over the phone, the feeling made you feel uneasy and anxious as you got on the public bus and headed into town.

Once the Raccoon city police station, the friendly and polite receptionist gave you a warm greeting and asked you how your morning was going, you said it was going okay and then asked her about her morning to be polite, she said her morning had been slow but her husband had brought her in coffee and breakfast before going into work which you thought was really sweet, after your small chat she told you go wait in the waiting room and that your father would be with you soon, you have her a thank you and headed to the waiting room for your father to come and get you, luckily you only needed to wait a couple of minutes before you saw the familiar dark greying hair of your father, he gave you a small smile as he came over and pulled you into a hug. “Dad what’s going on?” you asked him as your head rested on his shoulder.

“Not here kiddo.” Your father says before he guiding you a small but more private room, it was a small interview room with a two-way mirror and camera to record everything and a table and set of chairs in the middle of the room, there was even a hook in the table that would hold a person in handcuffs to the table, you could also see a file on the table, now your anxiety was through the roof, why had your father asked you to come here so early in the morning. “Dad what’s going on?” you asked him more firmly now; you wanted an answer.

“Well honey you know the case I have been working on?” your father started, and you nodded your head, it had been dubbed the Ghostface murders because of the mask they are assuming the killer wears when he kills his victims, you knew your father was following every lead that he could, but even in a small town leads can dry up or go cold very quickly or lead to nowhere.

You knew it was weighing a lot on your father because all he wanted to do was bring closure to the families and all those involved, to make everybody in this town feel safe again. “yeah but what has this got to do with me.” You asked him not a little confused, why he is asking you this question, does he think you have something to do with the murders?.

“Well, when I was following some leads, I started to notice a common theme.” He started before opening the folder and showed you a range of pictures, they where of you talking to each of the victims, some of you walking to class together, or hanging out or even at parties. “you think I did it?” you asked your father shocked that he would ever think such a thing, but he quickly shock his head. “no honey but I can’t ignore the facts that you are a common theme, that you seem to be connected to each victim.” You father says trying to ease your worries, but it only made them worse.

“I wouldn’t hurt anybody.” You say to your father, and he nods his head and places his hand on yours giving it a small squeeze. “I know Hun and I believe you, but until I figure out who is behind all of this and have them behind bars I don’t want you to be alone.” Your father says causing you to look at him. “What are proposing.” You asked him, you really didn’t want a 24-hour bodyguard it would get on your nerve and would make you feel like you are being watched.

“Maybe you could get a friend to stay over, what about one of the girls or maybe Leon? I just don’t want you staying in that dorm alone with that nutjob loose.” Your father said as he looked at you concerned. You didn’t want him to worry, and you knew either one of the girls or Leon would be okay to come and stay, you just hoped this wouldn’t be a permanent thing.

“I’ll talk to either one of the girls or Leon today.” You says trying to ease his stress, he gave you a smile before pulling you into a hug. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you sweetheart, I couldn’t live with myself if you ever got hurt.” Your father mumbles as he gave you a soft squeeze around your shoulders, you nodded your head and hugged him back, you knew if your father was the police chief then you would be safe no matter what and that put you at ease a little bit.

After spending the morning with your father and answering his questions as honestly as possible and him giving you a few lessons on self-defense and giving you your own pepper spray and showing you how to use it, you had texted Leon if he could come and pick you up, you didn’t feel like going on the bus after a very emotional packed morning, as you waited outside you heard the familiar rumble of Leon’s car before he turned around the corner and came up to the curb.

“Morning princess.” Leon says with a usual cheeky smile, you muster up a weak smile as you got into the front seat and did your seatbelt up. “Morning Lee.” You say as you relaxed back into the seat, it was comfortable and there was a soft melody of music playing in the car.

“You okay, you sound down?” Leon asked as he pulled out onto the road, you nodded your head as you closed your eyes, even though you were at the police station for a few hours you felt drained. “Yeah just a busy morning.” You tell him as you gave him a small smile, but you knew Leon wasn’t going to believe you.

“How about we go away to my parents lake cabin for the weekend?”  Leon suggests knowing it would cheer you up, maybe getting out of town for the weekend would be a good idea you loved going to his parents cabin, you both used to go there a lot as children, you always dreamed of living there and you could use the distraction.

“Okay I’ll drop you off at home so you can pack, and I’ll came back over in a few hours.” Leon says and you nodded your head, you would have to pack everything you would need such as clothing chargers, laptop for classes and makeup and medication as well as get Oero’s traveling crate, because you knew you couldn’t leave her home alone for a weekend and plus you knew Leon liked having her around and wouldn’t mind if she came on the trip. You were excited for this little weekend getaway, but what you didn’t know was you wouldn’t be leaving this weekend getaway….

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Part Two: A Mouse Caught In The Monsters Trap.

When you arrived at the Kennedy lake house you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you, the cabin looked to be in perfect shape, it was two stories and had a balcony that was in front of the master bedroom, there was a doc above the water, on the deck was a hot pool and a BBQ, the memories you had here warmed your heart you almost felt as if you were in your own little paradise.

“its just like a remember.” You said as you closed your car door, Leon had gotten out as well and walked over to you. “I come here every couple of weeks and clean up and maintain the property.” Leon spoke as he looked down at you.

“you did a great job.” You say causing him to smile and even the tips of his ears to go slightly red. “How about you go looking around while I get the bags inside.” Leon suggested and before you could argue and say you wanted to help him, he had shooed you away to go and explore your only little piece of paradise, to which you just playfully rolled your eyes and left to start on a little adventure.

There were flowers blooming and ducks swimming in the lake, the sound of the wind rustling through the tree’s, you remembered playing hide and seek with Leon when you where younger around the forest that surrounded the back of the house, you had always seem to find you while you on the other hand could never find him.

His parents always used to call him your shadow because he followed you around like one, you thought maybe like a puppy, but he didn’t care what you called him, but as you grew up you found comfort in knowing Leon would always be there for you no matter what. You found a comfortable spot near the lake and sat down and just soaked in the peace and quiet, no loud cars or traffic, no daily life stresses, even the stress about the morning you had with your father started to melt away, even if you were only staying here for the weekend you really did wish you could stay here forever.

*Later That Night.*

Leon was preparing dinner in the kitchen while you where watching him from the couch, Oreo was happily sleeping on your lap as you gentle petted her. “So, what is on the menu tonight chef Kennedy.” You say with cheeky tone as you watched Leon prepare what looked a tomato sauce and some pasta, he was wearing a cute little apron and had clipped back his bangs to not let them fall in front of his face as he focusing.

“Well, I was thinking pasta and chicken tonight, since I wasn’t able to get a lot of groceries today, but I will go into town tomorrow and get some.” Leon says giving you a smile as he was tasting the sauce off a spoon then adding in some extra pepper, Leon’s mother had taught him how to cook ad he soaked that information up like a sponge, you always enjoyed Leon’s cooking. You took a sip of your wine, it was a white wine and tasted of grapes and expensive, you weren’t really a wine drinker, but this was delicious.

“Can’t wait.” You say with a grin after you swallowed your mouthful of drink, placing your glass down you carefully picked Oero up and placed her on a cushion on the couch before getting up and going over to you phone that was connected to the speaker, unlocking your phone you decided to put on some music to set a cozy vibe, you could see Leon smirking as he leaned against the counter as he waited for the sauce to simmer. You picked a soft melody.

“Dance with me.” You asked Leon as you held your hand out, he playfully rolled his eyes before taking off his apron and walking over to you. “You know I have two left feet.” He tells you as he takes your hand and gave you a little twirl. “then I’ll teach you.” You say with a little giggle as you intertwined your fingers together and gently swayed around the living room.

“see your dancing.” You smile at him as you danced around slightly to the music. “only with your help.” Leon tries to brush you off before he gave you another twirl expect this time you decided to wrap your arms around his neck, while his hands went around your waist.

“Thanks for today.” You say as you looked up at him he looked down at you gave you a small smile. “you’re welcome, I’m just happy I could make you smile again.” Leon says causing a small blush to colour your cheeks, and this caused him to grin now. “you’re such a sap.” You say with a laugh as you both were still gently swaying to the music. “Only for you doll.” He says in a cheeky tone that makes you playfully roll your eyes but there was a smile on your face as you laughed at his dumb joke.

But as you slowly stopped laughing you looked into his blue eyes, and for the first time you felt your heart racing in your chest and before you knew it you softly kissed him, but as soon as you realized what you were doing you went eyes and quickly pulled away. “I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologized for your actions you couldn’t believe you had just done that, it must be the wine making you feel bolder than you usually are. But when you looked at Leon he didn’t look angry but a little surprised.

“Don’t be sorry Y/n.” Leon say clearing his throat before his hand gently landed on your face and he carefully pulled your face back to his and reconnected your lips in a soft and sweet kiss, you could still taste the tanginess of the tomato sauce he had tasted before, you slowly and hesitantly kissed him back but as you did you felt him pull you closer, this felt different from any kiss you had experience with a guy before, maybe it was because it was your best friend, but something about this felt right.

As your eyes fluttered closed Leon picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started making his way upstairs to the master bedroom. Once inside the bedroom Leon kicked the door closed and gently tossed you onto the bed, a soft giggle leave your lips as you watched him walk over to you both were breathing heavily.

“You sure this is a good idea?” he asked you as he hovered over you, his arms either side of your head you could see his muscles through his shirt and it was making you wet, you knew this was either a really good idea or a really bad idea but at this moment your brain is clouded with lust making you not thing straight.

“You sure this is a good idea?” he asked you as he hovered over you, his arms either side of your head you could see his muscles through his shirt, he reached one hand up and moved some hair out of your face making your heart flutter slightly at the gentle gesture.

“we can stop if this makes you feel uncomfortable and pretend this never happened.” Leon says softly, when you looked into his baby blue eyes you could see nothing but love and warmth, were you really going to ruin your friendship for one night of passion, “Fuck it.” You say before pulling him down to you and kissing him.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but slowly it grew more needy and desperate, Leon had tugged off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room, you couldn’t but help admire his body, he was fit but not overly fit, you bit your bottom lip before you leaned up and removed your own shirt and tossed it onto the ground, You could see Leon’s pupil’s get bigger when he saw more of your bare skin, it made you feel a little more confident in your appearance.

“God you are beautiful.” Leon mumbled causing a small blush to come onto your cheeks, nobody had ever called you beautiful in such an intimate moment, maybe hot, sexy or cute but never beautiful.

You where gently pressed back onto the bed as Leon started to gently kiss your neck and his hand trailed down your body, softy squeezing your hips and your thighs, you felt as if your body was on fire with the heat the was coursing through your veins, As Leon kissed down your neck he unclipped your bra and carefully tugged it off before taking one of your nipple into his mouth and started a suckle ever so slightly, this caused you to slightly buck your hips as your breath hitched, his finger softly teased your other nipple and you squeezed your thighs together as you felt yourself becoming wet. “Leon.” You softly moan his name, causing him to look up at you with an almost love drunk look and he had barley done anything, only teasing the small bud with his mouth until it hardened into peaks. “stop teasing me.” You say with an embarrassing whine, a blush colors your cheeks.

Leon nodded his head before his lips started to travel lower until they got to the top of your shorts, slowly unbutton them and took then off and placed gentle kisses down your hips and lightly nipping at the thin waistband of your panties, you tried to close your legs but Leon just softly chuckled and placed soft kisses on your thighs, down your knees and legs before he gently pulled them open and placed himself between your legs.

You couldn’t believe you were actually going to do this, you were really going to sleep with your best friend, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or that you might actually have feelings for Leon, he was always there when you needed him no matter the time of day or night, he always protected you and made you feel safe and cared for, maybe the reason it never worked out with anybody was because you were meant to be with Leon, but your thoughts are too cut off when you feel Leon’s kissing and gently biting your inner thigh.

“Distracted Doll?” Leon asks there is a small tease in his voice, but you can also hear the warmth and affection. “Sorry.” You mumble as you looked down at him, his eyes were watching you as if he was watching your ever reaction, Leon just chuckled softly against your inner thigh as he pulled his mouth away with a soft pop, there were a few love bites and bite marks on your inner thigh.

“Can I?” Leon asks as his eyes drift down to your panties which you knew soaked by now you could feel yourself clenching around nothing. You nodded your head knowing if you spoke it would probley come out in a pant more then words.

With your consent and permission Leon eagerly pulled your panties down your smooth legs and balled them up in his hand before bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes almost rolling back as your scent filled his senses, you had never seen something so erotic and sensual before, and you could see him hardening in his sweatpants and you bit your lip.

Soon he tossed your panties onto the ground with the rest of your clothes and looked at your pussy with a hungry daze as he licked his lips.

“Your already so wet princess.” Leon says before he reaches out and runs a single finger down from your pubic area, circles it around your clit earning him a few moans before sliding down to your entrance and slightly dipping inside to collect some slick before he brought the finger up to his mouth and cleaned his finger and in that moment you thought he came just from the taste of you.

Soon Leon spread your thighs widely apart then ducked his head between them before dragging his tongue along your slit in a long slow lick groaning at the taste before he started to devour you like a starving man and you were his first ever meal.

“Gonna make you feel so good doll, gonna make you mine.” Leon promised as teased your clit with his tongue as his eyes looked up at you though his lashes, sweet moans were falling from your lips like a song, no man had ever made you feel this good before, you could almost feel your eyes rolling to the back of your eyes and your toes curling, you felt Leon react two fingers up and used them to spread you even more, the blush on your face was burning bright red, your hands where gripping the blanket under you, all you could focus on was the pleasure Leon was bring you at this moment, it was almost enough to make you see stars.

“Fuck Leon.” You cried out as you felt your thighs begin to tremble around his head, you knew you weren’t going to last long under his skillful tongue, he didn’t even need to use his fingers, you feel Leon grinning against your pussy at the sounds you were making and how your body as reacting to his touch, looking down you could see the look of satisfaction evident in his expression, but soon he redoubled his effort with much more enthusiasm and lust.

“Your getting close Y/n aren’t you, cum for me please.” Leon softly pleaded against your pussy, you could see his face was coated in your slick and juices, and when Leon gently nibbled on your clit that sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry as your thighs trembled around his head. As you came down from your high you could hear Leon’s softly slurping against you before you gently pushed his head away since you were now a little sensitive.

When Leon pulled away he was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he licked his lips, you felt your cheeks heat p but Leon just gave you a small wink. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked as he ran his fingers though his sweaty blonde hair. You nodded your head and went to touch his sweatpants before he grabbed your wrists.

“tonight is about you not me, we can leave that for next time.” Leon says making you pout slightly you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel before, but you nod your head and wonder what he has planned next.

“do you want to top, or do you want me too?” Leon asked as he slipped his sweatpants off, you could see the wet patch on his underwear, you thought for a second. “I’ll top.” You say before moving so Leon can lay down on the bed, it had been a while since you last topped somebody, Leon gave you a smile before laying down on the bed and help guide you to his lap, soon Leon reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom, but you decided to stop him, Leon looked at you wide eyed for a few seconds.

“Are you sure?” he asked you and you nodded. “I’m on the pill and my period isn’t due until next month.” You say with a small blush, you could also see a small blush on Leon’s face as well. “Only if your sure.” He says and you nod your head before you reached down and pushed his underwear down slightly before taking out his harden cock.

It was heavy in your hand and hot, precum was oozing from the head as it twitched ever so slightly, moving your hips back you line it up with your entrance before slowly sinking down, his cock stretching you slightly causing soft and grunts to leave both of your lips.

“So, fucking tight.” Leon cursed and you tried not to clench around him, but it just felt too good, Leon’s hand came up to your hips, helping to steady you and guide your movements on his lap, his eyes were dark with lust and adoration as his eyes roamed your figure as you bounced on him. “Oh y/n.” Leon moaned your name as his eyes fluttered shut and you could feel his hands slightly tighten on your hips.

You were moaning as well heavy pants and soft whines of pleasure were leaving your lips as you rode him, you felt as if you were on cloud nine, moving forward you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself before you started to bounce slightly harder, at this pace he was perfectly hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and soft squeals of delight to leave your lips, you could feel Leon start to move his hips in time with yours and it was making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head.

“Keeping moving for me sweetheart.” Leon grunts out as your body started to tremble again, you felt as if your brain was melting and all your throughs were getting hazy, all you could focus on was the pleasure Leon was giving you and you were giving him, in this moment it felt as if you two were the only people in the world.

“Leon.” You moaned out his name, you knew you were close, you could feel the knot forming in your stomach, it was getting tighter and tighter, Leon’s eyes opened, and he looked up at you, his body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, just as your body was sweaty and you could feel your hair sticking to your body.

“Say your mine.” Leon groaned against you, his grip on your hips was almost bruising but the mix of pain and pleasure was addiction, and at the moment you didn’t think about what you were saying or the consequences it would have later on. “I-I.” you tried to say but was cut off when a moan left your lips. “say your mine and then you can cum.” Leon says as he started to thrust up into you causing squeals to leave your lips.

“I’m yours.” You cry out as your whole body was trembling. “good girl, now cum for me.” Leon groaned out and as if you had been hit with a title wave you came with a choked by as you arched your back, soon Leon’s followed with a cry of your name, and you could feel him filling you up.

As the hazy pleasure subsided you fell onto Leon with a soft thud, you both were breathing heavily and covered in sweat, but there was no doubt you were both satisfied. When the trembling finally stopped Leon turned you over and laid you on the other side of the bed, before slowly pulled out with a wet pop. Now you were more than a little sensitive. “I’ll go get a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean the mess up.” Leon says and you nod your head. “yeah that might be a good idea because my legs are like jelly.” You say causing you both to laugh as Leon got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, you watched his bare butt disappear before you relaxed into the bed. For the first time in a long time, you felt really good maybe this would be the start of something good.

*The Following Morning*

You could feel the morning sun gently warm your body as you slowly woke up from your peaceful slumber, you ran your fingers through your hair before you spotted a note on your bedside table. “Gone to get groceries and other things, I’ll be back early this afternoon, if you need anything text me. – Leon.” The note say and there was even a few x’s on the note, it was sweet.

Placing the note down you couldn’t help the smile that came onto your face as you remembered last night, nobody had ever touched you like that, it was almost as if Leon knew your body like the back of his hand.

Running your fingers though your messy hair you decided to get out of bed, and grabbed one of Leon’s shirts off the floor and slipped it on as you headed to the kitchen downstairs to feed Oreo and make your morning coffee, Oero followed closely behind you and rubbed herself on your legs as if she was saying good morning to you, quickly you got her some food and water before turning on the kettle and grabbing your phone to see what’s going on the group chat, only to see nothing.

“odd.” You thought, the group chat is always lively, and you hadn’t seen any new messages on it since yesterday, usually Chris is talking about something or Claire and Jill are sending meme’s to each other but there was nothing, suddenly that feeling of unease from yesterday washed over you again, something just isn’t right but you can’t seem to put your finger on it, and slowly you started to doubt if coming on this little vacation with Leon was such a good idea.

Later On, In the Day Leon has still yet to return to the Lakehouse, but you have been keeping yourself entertained by reading some books you found, playing with Oreo and watching some TV, it was an oddly quiet morning and midafternoon, you did check your phone every now and then to see if there was anything new in the group chat but there was nothing, you went to go and text Claire to see if something had happened but to your shock his number was gone from your phone, along with most of your contacts.

“What the hell.” You thought as you tried to find the rest of your contacts but all you could see was Leon’s number and a few other numbers. Maybe your phone was malfunctioning, but it has never done this before you had only got this phone a couple months ago, sighing softly you tossed your phone onto the couch, just wondering what the hell was going on.

When Leon finally returned back you helped him get the shopping out of the trunk of his car, he had brought a lot of food for both you and Oreo, some toys for your kitty and even some roses for you that made your heart skip a beat, but it still didn’t cover the unease you felt in the pit of your stomach. “Leon do you know anything about the contacts on my phone going missing?” you asked him as you were grabbing the last bags of shopping out of the trunk. “No idea princess.” Leon says as he takes the bags from you, but as he did something in his trunk caught your eye, it as a duffle bag, you didn’t know why but your stomach was tell you to not open it.

“maybe you should get a new phone?” Leon suggests as he closes the trunk to his car, snapping you out of your thoughts you have him an awkward laugh at his suggestion. “Maybe.” You say before you headed inside, for some reason your head was screaming at you to look in the duffle bag were as your stomach was telling you not too.

*Later that afternoon.*

While Leon was busy going for a swim in the lake, you took this opportunity to go into the trunk of his car, you were just hoping it was just full of clothing and that you where just overthinking things, carefully you opened up the car trunk and grabbed the duffle bag, it was heavy and slowly you undid the zipper, and you saw Leon’s bloody Halloween Ghostface costume mask and blade. “I’m overthinking it.” You say as you took a little at the mask, but it only took a few seconds for you to realise that it wasn’t fact blood on his mask but real blood.

“Oh my god.” You say as the realization hit you causing you to drop the mask, but suddenly you felt a presence behind you, the one that used to bring you happiness and safety now made you feel fear and ice cold. “Well, aren’t you a curious little doll.” Leon’s voice spoke but his voice was deeper than it usually is, a soft squeak left your lips. “It’s you, you’re the Ghostface Murderer.” You managed to say as your body begins to tremble in fear, you where here alone with a murderer, what was his plan for you, was he playing you this whole time.

“Guilty, but you have trust me I did this to protect you, those men would have hurt you and used you but not me.” Leon says before turning you around and cupping your cheek in his hand, his callous thumb running over the soft flesh, you were lost for words your best friend a man you trusted was a killer, you had slept with a killer, nausea started to fill your stomach, and you felt as if you wanted to vomit. “Your delusional, how could you hurt innocent people Leon.” You choked out as you pushed his hand away harshly. “they were not innocent.” Leon says with a growl under his breath, his face going hard for a second.

“You’re a monster.” You snapped at him as you tried to leave, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. “no, I’m not, I’m just protecting the woman I love even if she doesn’t see it.” Leon says as he tightens his grip on your wrist. “Leon this isn’t love, this is obsession, this isn’t healthy.” You say to him before whimpering slightly at the grip on your wrist.

“You are not leaving me.” Leon tell you firmly before he pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. “you promised to be my wife remember when we where younger, I plan on keeping you to that promise.” Leon says with a grin that made it felt as if you whole world had been shattered. You were trapped here with a murderer that was obessed with you.

It had been 2 weeks since you had gone missing, the Lakehouse that once held happy memories of you and your childhood best friend Leon, was now your prison that you couldn’t escape no matter how hard you tried, you sat on the couch curled up into a ball as you petted Oero you were glad Leon hasn’t hurt her, you knew you needed to get out of here but you knew it wasn’t going to happen easily Leon barley left you alone and always seemed to know where you were.

Over the months Leon’s confessed to everything from hiding camera’s in your house to the murders and even to blocking all the contacts on your phone. He was no longer the man you knew and cared about, The sweet and loving Leon was gone and was replaced with a person you barley recognized.

“Honey I’m home.” Leon called out as he walked in front the front door holding some shopping bags, you weren’t aloud to go outside unless he was supervising you, but even when he wasn’t home you knew he was watching you from the camera’s that had been placed throughout the house.

You didn’t say anything, and this caused Leon to frown slightly, before he waked over to you and gently grabbed your chin in between his fingers and tugged your face to meet his. “I said honey I’m home.” He says in a sweet tone, but you knew it was anything but sweet. “Welcome home dear.” You say monotone as you looked at him.

Your eyes had lost there usual spark they used to have; it was almost like you had given up on life because how were you meant to live your life when your trapped in what felt like a prison. Leon smiled at you and gave your lips a soft kiss, you didn’t kiss back before he went over to his bags and pulled out what looked like a piece of paper.

“Look what I found today.” He says with what can only be described as a giddy smile and laugh before being opened the piece of paper, it was a missing person’s poster with your name and picture on it, there was even a reward on it if you were found.

When you first see the poster it made tears spring to your eyes, knowing you were never going to see your loved ones again, that they were out there looking for you hoping that you would come home safe and sound, but you weren’t you knew Leon wouldn’t let you go that easily, you gave up trying to reason with him when you spent the first week of your captivity trying to convince him to let you go and you wouldn’t tell anybody what happened and you wouldn’t report him to the police.

But all he said was why would he let you go, he loved you and knew with some time here and some tender love and care you would love him the same way he loved you he promised you. But all you felt was dread, hopelessness and sadness. You just hoped by some miracle somebody would either find you or come looking for you before it was too late.

*2 Weeks Later.*

A month had passed since Leon had kidnapped you, nobody had come looking for you and you had fully given up now, the only positive thing you had in your life right now was Oero, who happily purred against you and wouldn’t leave your side, it was almost like she knew something was wrong and didn’t want to leave you alone, Leon had gone out again you didn’t know for what this time, but you knew he would bring back another missing persons poster of yours and show you that your father was increasing the reward, it almost seemed like a game to him.

You were now Leon’s wife, not officially but he had put a wedding band on your finger, or more like forced it, he called you wifey and darling and all sorts of cute pet names that if it was anybody else would make you feel happiness or even warm and fuzzy, but all you feel is sickness and cold wash over you whenever he says your name or pet name he came up with.

It was late afternoon when you heard a car pull up, it seemed Leon was home but then you heard heavy footsteps and what sounded like multiple voices, did Leon bring back a guest? You thought as you suddenly went to hide. But soon you heard your name being called out. “Y/N!” Chris called out and you felt tears in your eyes, then you heard knocking on the door. “Y/n it’s me Claire can you open the door.” Claire sweet voice said, and you felt tears in your eyes, they had come for you ere finally going to be taken from this nightmare. “I can’t, Leon has the key to the door.” You choked out as you wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks.

“Are you okay, your not hurt?” you heard Luis causing more tears of joy to roll down your cheeks. “not besides a few bruises you say before you heard Chris’s voice again. “Y/n back away from the door, I’m going to boot it down.” Chris warns, you pick Oreo up and went and hid in front of the couch, encase some of the door pieces came flying, at first he wasn’t successful you could hear him cursing outside before he asked Luis and Carlos to help him and with the men’s combined weight on the door came flying open, the lock and deadbolt chain snapping in the process.

As the door swung open you stood up and looked at the group walked in, Claire had tears in her eyes as she ran towards you and hugged you tightly, as did Jill and even Ada, you hugged the girls tightly before you began to sob into there arms. “we finally found you.” Jill says cupping your cheeks in her hands, she used her thumb to wipe your tears that were running down your cheeks. “Yeah you did.” You say smiling before the girls moved away and now it was time the boys gave you a hug, Chris hugged you tightly almost like a bear, then it was Luis who cried a few tears and gave you a squeeze, Carlos gave you a hug and ruffled your hair he was glad to see you were alright.

But as happy of a reunion this was you knew you had limited time. “We have to get out of here, Leon he is the Ghostface murder.” You says and they all nod there heads. “We know Luis found his computer hide out in the frat house basement, that was how we found you we used the tracker in your bracelet.” Ada explained and you nodded and you kind of felt grateful you didn’t take it off.

“We will get her stuff, Claire can you and the others make sure Y/n gets in the car okay.” Chris asks knowing we don’t have a lot of time before Leon arrives. Claire nodded as she pulled away from you. “I’ll take her in my car.” Claire says giving Chris a nod before the boys started going around the house to get yours and Oero’s stuff.

“Oero come here girl.” You call out holding out your arms, Oero came running into your arms and did a small leap, you caught her swiftly before you were guided outside and towards Claire’s car, once inside the back you had Ada on one side of you with Jill on the other, Claire was in the front in the drivers seat. You were finally free from this hellish nightmare, but just as happiness started to fill your body you heard another car pulling in, it was one you were all too familiar with, a soft whimper left your lips as Leon stepped out of his car, his face was hard and cold as he saw the front door had been busted down.

“What the fuck do you think your doing.” Leon yelled when he saw Chris walking out with what looked like your bag of clothing. “getting Y/n away from you.” Chris says as he walked closer to Leon, he was taller and bigger then Leon, but you didn’t know what Leon was capable of and you didn’t want to find out. Leon let out a humorless laugh before he looked up at the older male, the look on his face was deranged and psychotic. “you really think I’m going to let you take her from me.” Leon says before pulling out a knife from his back pocket.

“CLAIRE GO NOW!!.” Chris yelled, she didn’t need to be told twice, she turned on the car and stepped on the gas and you guys went flying down the long dirt road, worry filled your body as you could see Chris and Leon fighting in the rearview mirror. “He will be okay, I promise you.” Jill tried to reassure you as she rubbed your shoulder, you didn’t want Chris to get hurt because of you he was just trying to save and protect you. You nodded your head trying to believe her words but in the back of your mind you could help but feel dread.

*4 Hours Later*

You girls were in a random hotel, Claire thought it would be best to hide out until they heard some news from the boys, you had showered and changed into some spare clothes that Claire had, while you were in the shower you finally got the ‘wedding ring’ Leon had forcibly put on your finger off, there was a little blood but nothing a band aid can’t fix.

Stepping out of the bathroom you saw Jill hang up her phone, Claire was watching TV while sitting on the end of the bed and you could see Ada was petting Oero who was peacefully sleeping on her lap. “That was Chris, Leon’s been arrested, and your dad is on his way to pick you up.” Jill says and for the first time in what felt like forever you felt relief wash over you, you tried to not cry again by taking some deep breaths but there was a massive smile on your face, you were finally going home.

Your father and the boys had turned up a couple hours later, there were more tears as your father embraced you and said you were never leaving his sight again, at this point you wouldn’t really mind that, you thanked all of your friends and gave them each a meaningful hug and promised to get a new cell phone and number so you could continue to talk on the group chat.

You made plans that you were going to move back in with your father just until your University year was over and maybe do some traveling with the girls, get out of raccoon city for a little bit and go and live your life, Knowing that Leon was now in the custody of the police and you would never see him again….

Y/n’s Epilogue.

It has been 2 years since the Ghostface murders and the incident with Leon, Y/n had been living her life to the fullest, she went traveling with the Jill, Ada and Claire all over the world, she had even dated a few people but nothing too serious, she had been going to therapy regularly to help with the nightmares and trauma she had faced with everything and slowly she was healing slowly but surely, and she was even dating somebody new but this person was a little more closer to home.

“and how are my two favourite girls this morning.” Chris says as he walks into the kitchen in just his boxers, Oero gave him a happy meow and rubbed her face on his arms while purring, she had really taken a liking to Chris and like to knead his chest or bicep. “Such a sweetheart.” You say biting back a smile as Chris wraps his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your bare shoulder as you were wearing only one of his shirts and some shorts underneath.

“Only for you two.” Chris says making you playfully roll your eyes as you flipped a piece of bacon in the fry pan that was placed on the stove. “Let me.” Chris says before he picks you up with ease and places you on the counter and takes the tongs from your hand.

“please don’t burn it like last time.” You say with a playful tease and he just rolls his eyes pretending to be annoyed, never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you would be this happy after everything, but even Tho you might go though shit in life it does get better if you just give it time, you will be happy…

Leon’s Epilogue.

An older doctor walked into the sterile hospital room that was covered in drawings of a woman, somewhere drawing in pen or pencil while other drawings were done in blood, a young man laid on the bed staring up at the roof, his blue eyes were dull and lifeless as if all the life had been sucked out of them, there where bandages on his arms from either him attacking other doctors or harming himself, His name was Leon Kennedy.

His reason for being at Raccoon city asylum for the criminally insane was because he murdered men for the woman he loved. Y/n was her name, she was the most beautiful woman Leon had ever laid his eyes on, they had grown up together and Leon swore he would always protect her and love her, but after a tragic accident that left Leon all alone, he started to develop an unhealthy obsession with Y/n, this would end with deadly consequences.

“Good Morning Leon.” The doctor says as he closed the door behind him, he was constantly under the supervision of the doctors here. Leon didn’t even look at the doctor just constantly looking at the roof as if his thoughts were 1000’s of miles away. “Leon I want you to tell me about y/n.” the doctor said, and this caused a small reaction on the young man’s face, a smile on his lips as he thought of you, your smile, your laugh, the sound of your voice when you said his name. “She is the love of my life.” Leon says with a lovesick look in his eyes.

“She must be an amazing woman.” The doctor says happy he is finally having a conversation with the young man; Leon turns his head and looks at the door. “she is and I plan on making her mine once again.” Leon says as a deranged smile came onto his face, as he looked at the drawings on the wall. “I will have her again.” Leon laughs delusionally as the doctor backed out of the door and closed the door sealing it shut before letting out a sigh.

This man’s mind is broken and is beyond saving….

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[bunnys-kisses]

hi bunny may i have a pull-apart bread and fried dough on the house for toto wolff please !!

bakery menu!!

want to submit your own fic? then hit up the menu! i'd love to see what you have in mind! thank you for all those who have submitted, i am working bit by bit to get them all done!!! for the virginity plot, i switched a bit of the wording around. rather than toto taking the reader's virginity, the reader makes the move and asks him (i hope that's okay)!! please enjoy this toto fic :3

pull-apart bread ("i love you") + fried dough ("i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours.") + on the house (lemon water: university/college au)

cw: smut/pwp, student!reader, history professor!toto, virgin!reader, age gap (20/50), intimacy, gentle sex, pull out method, a sweet fic

toto wolff, head of the history department was a total flirt. his classes were the kind where young women would take them to get a glimpse of him. his open lectures usually drew crowds of students who wanted to see him speak about his vast knowledge of history. while his topic of interest was the history of motorsports, it wouldn't make a compelling class. so he found comfort in european history past the cold war. he liked history that was fresh and new.

exciting and younger than him. that also extended to the women he kept company.

while toto loved the students who'd come up in flattering skirts and blouses with the buttons a little open. he loved to flip up skirts and fuck like his life depended on it. but they could never get his fix the way he could with you. no you were special, perfect. you were perfect for him.

while he usually had to fuck the other girls. with you, he was fine with enjoying other forms of intimacy. when you told him that you were a virgin he couldn't very well take it from you on the first date. he wanted to be almost tender with you. be sweet and kind to you, show you what a real man is like. and while he thought it would be a short game before he either got bored or you eventually had sex.

however, he liked it. he liked the tenderness. girls your age went for men like him to fill the gap their absent fathers left. but you, surprisingly had a good relationship with your father. you liked being with toto because you felt connected to him.

"i know this sounds stupid, but i was always called an old soul!" you wanted to shyly cover your face, "i know, i know!" and before you could hide away from your comment, toto pressed a kiss on your lips.

he could taste the sugar from your iced coffee on your lips. you jumped back, not wanting anyone to see. but at this hour, no one was around. you worried, and toto found it endearing.

it would take almost two months of dates for you to work up the courage to ask toto to have sex with you. the older man was simply being so sweet that it almost made you feel bad for waiting so long.

you were at his home on a sunny saturday near the end of fall semester. you two were going to have dinner and you felt it was the right time to ask him. to go for the kill, as he said. he was making you some tea before you got comfortable to work on your final assignments for the semester.

with his back turned to you, you said, "toto.."

"yes, schatzi." he replied.

"how do i say this. this is going to sound so dumb.." you swallowed, "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want you to take mine." you said nervously as you played with the bracelet around your wrist.

he tensed up for a moment and looked over at you, his dark eyes peered towards you. the kettle finished boiling as he asked, "are you certain?"

and you nodded, "certain as i'll ever be." then gave him a small smile. toto put the mug he was going to give you down and turned fully towards you. he went to you at the kitchen island and reached out for your shoulder. you looked at him and said, "toger, please."

he chuckled before he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, "of course, my beautiful." he had believed it was love, that you were meant to be with him.

you giggled a little and got up from your seat. you wrapped your arms around the older man and said, "don't worry too much, you'll get lines." the stuck your tongue out at him.

he laughed, "schatzi, i am double your age. i think i already have lines." then kissed the top of your head. he took you by the hand and brought you to the bedroom.

there had been more than enough occasions where you two slept, while you never had sex. you'd usually cuddle up with him while he read in bed, eventually resulting in you falling asleep.

you slowly got undressed once you were in the bedroom. the hands of your lover all over you. it made you squirm with want. his broad, strong hands up against your delicate sides. it wasn't hard for him to make you feel so small compared to him.

his kisses were soft, but you knew they were a bit hungry. he had been wanting this despite his attempts to be a gentleman. one could only take so much before they yearned for more. and toto yearned for you deeply. it was like the pulse under his skin. your laugh, your knowledge of history, how you fit so well next to him when he held you close to his chest.

once naked, you cautiously sat on the bed. you wanted to cover up, feeling a little shy about your naked body. but you had to have some confidence if your first time was going to go well. toto got undressed and your eyes lingered on him. you felt excited.

you had seen him shirtless before, even in nothing but underwear. but, this felt different. and the difference caused excitement to course through you. once he was naked, you blushed at the sight of his erect cock.

"is that because of me?" you asked as toto approached.

he chuckled a little, "of course it is. it's been because of you for the last few months." he captured your chin in his grasp and you giggled a little. you felt the excitement run through you.

you tried to lean up to him to give him a kiss and he met you halfway. soon toto was in the bed with you and you were laid out on the sheets with your head on the pillows.

toto's hands grazed your body and admired your beauty. you drew him in like a heat during a cold winter. your love warmed him. it almost made him want to utter the words, "i love you." but he didn't want to scare you off. but as he got between your legs and leaned in to pepper your heated skin with kisses, the urge to say those words only grew in his chest.

he was your professor, a mentor and teacher. and while he taught you deeply about the intricacies of european history and beyond. he also wished to teach you about the pleasures of sex. how to feel good with a partner.

he moved your hips a little closer to him. his cock up against your slit as you admired your beauty below him. the softness of you, so tender and sweet. he knew you could be tough, you could be strong. he had seen you debate men with a fury in class. you were passionate, like an inferno.

but under him, on the bed. you looked so sweet. that toto knew that the wait was worth it. he gently eased his cock into you, mindful of your noises and expressions. he didn't want to hurt you. while he didn't gloat about the size of his cock, it was a little more that proportionate to the rest of him.

"are you-"

"i'm perfect." you replied. getting used to the stretch was something, but you accommodated after a few moments of him settled inside of you. you squirmed a little and toto leaned in to kiss you gently.

he started to move and you moved in return. your pace was uneven, but toto found it endearing. you were trying to hard. it was painfully cute. you wanted both of you to have an enjoyable time.

those three little words popped into toto's head when the pleasure started to sink into his bones. when it made his blood run hot. he was a much older man, but he knew how to take care of such a prized possession. the student that he adored like the sun adored the earth.

he wanted to make you feel good. he wanted you to enjoy sex. sex with him! so his touches were tender as were his kisses. he rocked against you as he felt your wetness coat his length. he was able to fit all of himself into you.

you whined a little and he pulled away. when he looked at you with a bit of worry in those dark eyes. you pulled him back in for a searing kiss. everything about how you were feeling felt amazing. toto wanted to know you like the back of his hand.

"toto."

"is it feeling good?" he said. there was such a softness to his voice as he moved against you. he could feel the heat in his stomach as he moved against you. there really was no other woman like you. he had made his way through a lot of the department, but with you. you were special. you weren't a flavour of the month, you were what toto wanted all year. every day, however he could get you.

you made this old history professor for once look to the future rather than get comfortable in the past.

you nodded and verbalized it, 'it feels good. i was wondering if you could move... faster." you felt almost bad for making any sort of demands. you didn't know what the hell you were doing!

he chuckled a little, "a little demanding." he joked before he kissed you. he started to move faster against you. you felt the pleasure radiate from your core.

this was on par, if not better, than when you pleasured yourself. you squirmed a little and held onto the bed under you. you two moved together as you found toto's rhythm. the kisses grew hotter and you knew you wouldn't last long.

but that was okay, the idea of having an orgasm brought on by toto made you stomach twist in knots. good kinds of knots. you held on tightly to the covers and arched your back.

your eyes closed for a moment as you felt the intensity of pleasure come to a head and orgasm took over. toes curled, body tense. it all felt amazing as you moaned loudly.

toto quickly sealed your noises with another kiss and he continued to make love to you. he found the pace to take you at, and that excited him.

he was so much older than you. the student under him. you were all curious glances and big smiles. your cheeks were heated and your breathing heavily. you looked blissed out and it made toto hot all over. he did that to you. the first person to ever make you finish outside of yourself. what a title to have.

"you're so beautiful." he said, "everything about you is... perfect, i lo-" he stopped himself before he corrected, "i admire our time together, and want more of it." then smiled down at you. he'd get to those words later.

the thrusts continued and toto felt the pull of climax. the tension in his body. it all felt very hot.

"i'm close." he said, "i'm going to pull out." the last thing he wanted was the scandal of you getting pregnant. you had a program to finish and toto wasn't going to stop you.

he pulled out while right on the edge of climax and quickly stroked his cock. he eventually came across your stomach. watching the pearly white of his cum all over your stomach. it made him finish more than he usually did, the sight of him marking you almost added a boost to his pleasure. especially when you squirmed so beautiful. your breathing heavy pants, it turned him on greatly.

you laid there for a moment, heavily panting as you felt the lingering feeling of climax through your body. you moaned a little when toto grabbed some tissues off of the nightstand and wiped your stomach. while he got most of it off, you felt a little sticky.

he threw the tissues out and got beside you on the bed. he pulled you into his arms and kissed you gently.

"can i stay here for a little bit?" you asked, "a lot of... a lot of feelings in the brain.. good ones though!"

toto smiled, "of course, you take all the time you need. do you want me to get you your book?" he kissed at your sweaty temple.

you turned in his arms and pressed your cheek against his chest, "that sounds great... thank you."

the kissed the top of your head and said, "of course.. anything for you." <3

[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence // E.L + C.M.

(Pt. 5)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader, Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), some angst and shit parents // nsfw ! Threesome . Spit kink . Degradation & praise . Cum swallowing . Oral (m & f receiving) . Fingering (f receiving), choking, overstimulation — dom! Chad, dom! Ethan, sub! Reader

A/N: If this isn’t necessarily the pt 5 people were hoping for I deeply apologize. This is also more plot than porn. But I have a shit ton of ideas for part 6 that I’m rly excited to post 🤭🤭 Ty for reading 🙌🏻

Ethan’s cock is hot and heavy inside you as he fucks your needy cunt with an aching rage. Your nails are digging into his back, small whimpers slipping from your lips as his teeth bite down on your jugular. His hips cant into you at an incredible pace.

It’s been two days. Maybe three, you haven’t really been counting with how much Ethan has been shoving his cock into any hole on your body that exposes itself to him. He’s taking his anger directed towards his dad out onto you, while Chad watches.

Sure, Chad likes watching you get fucked; there’s no doubt about that. But the way Ethan has been touching you for this long is almost starting to concern him. But he knows he can get this way sometimes. Sometimes Ethan gets the need to blow off steam. After high school the once nerdy guy Chad used to be friends with is now a mean sex fiend.

Not that the other can talk, though. Because he’s been going along with it too, cock flush in his hand while he towers over your face and let’s it rub along the expanse of your kiss bitten lips, his abdomen clenched tight with the ache to release. His apartment is hot today, the summer heat reaching a high of ninety eight degrees. It’s a wonder none of you have passed out yet, even with the a/c running. Sweat drips down Ethan’s neck as he pounds you. Your eyes look up at the both of them, pupils dilated and streaming tears. Ethan’s thumbs move to the corners of your mouth and roughly pull them apart to expose the whites of your teeth.

“Good fucking girl. Yeah, open that mouth wide.” Hes demanding, and you can’t say no as you move your mouth open wider. He grins, his spit landing on your tongue and making your eyes roll back. “You fucking slut. This is all your good for, isn’t it? Being used as a little sex doll. That’s your place now, right? Can’t go anywhere, staying in this fucking bed being our fucking sex slave.”

You nod, fucked out and desperate; you’ve came more times than you can count since Ethan had decided to crash on Chad’s couch and you had showed up. Of course you took breaks, but… that wasn’t too far off from them just doing it so you wouldn’t faint or die from dehydration.

“You wanna taste my cum, bunny?” Chad’s voice growls out. He’s close, hands rubbing against his tip in just the right spot. Your tongue peeks out as you close your eyes and wait for his seed to hit you. And when it does, salty and bitter against your taste buds, Ethan lets out a loud animalistic groan and dumps his third load of the day into you. Your worn, body feeling incredibly hot and used. You’re too fucked out for another orgasm.

“Are you done?” You ask quietly, as Ethan pulls out of your abused cunt. He nods, fingers coming up to run across your jaw and tickle the tips of your ears. Chad moves to lay beside the both of you, his hands going to wrap around your wrist as a form of comfort.

“Yeah, baby. We’re done. C’mere, you have to rest.”

“Can we get McDonald’s after this?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Chad cuts in. “Anything you want.”

“I don’t know,” Ethan jokes. “She has her belly full now, doesn’t she?”

Chad grimaces. “Shut up, dude. That’s gross.”

“You literally swallowed my cum two days ago.”

“Yeah, because you held my head down —“

“You would’ve swallowed it anyway!”

A smile plasters on your face at their antics, and your eyes begin to close as the two boys wrap their arms around you.

Ethan watches the outline of your jaw, your soft neck littered with hickeys and bruises. And then to Chad, who’s hands gently graze his as they rest on your tummy. He smiles.

It’s almost perfect, this way. Chad has a job, Ethan’s working on getting one, and you… you’re here, and you’re perfect and you’re beautiful and—

Ethan is so mad.

It’s almost perfect— but there’s a problem. Of course there is, why fucking wouldn’t there be?

You still live in your parent’s house, after all.

Oh, you could move if you could. You could live with Chad, with Ethan, make things the way you want them to— but your mother is demanding. Threatening to cut off your college tuition money if you left was the part that had made you stay. Even after they accused Ethan of being a perverted freak of a person, after saying you were ‘too innocent’ and ‘too young’ to know what he was doing (you and Ethan are only two years apart).

So after they had left for an emergency business venture you knew where you could go. They told you not to, but it’s not like they’d figure it out. And being locked in your room was really starting to bore you.

Ethan’s blood has been boiling since the night you got caught. He wishes he could give you the money for your college, wishes he could give you the entire fucking world. But that doesn’t work on Chad’s salary and probably won’t work on the one Ethan’s about to have.

He wants you and Chad to only be with him.

That may sound selfish, but Ethan isn’t known for being necessarily generous. He wants the entire world to be cut off from the both of you, wants the only thing you both see to be him. Ethan could tear the world apart limb from limb just to have you and Chad forever.

It’s really starting to fuck with him.

Ethan is starting to scare you a little bit.

It’s not the sex— well, it is a little bit, but you enjoy it. He’s just been so.. out of it, recently.

Not in the sense of ‘he’s losing feelings’ or anything like that. It’s when he gets this look in his eyes. Sometimes when he thinks no else is looking, when those doe eyed things go dark and he seems like he’s thinking of doing something he shouldn’t. You don’t know what it is, exactly. But he looks so far off— as if he’s somewhere else. And he’s become more violent; in sex, in the way he holds you down and then holds Chad down the same way. It’s confusing.

And it’s also making you a bit nervous.

Chad doesn’t seem any different, at least from what you can tell. He’s still his same soft self— outside of sex, of course. He takes Ethan’s behavior in stride (and with a little bit of prep). But you can tell that he notices, too.

“I just think that you should drop out.”

Ethan’s voice is blaring with a twinge of annoyance, as he drives you back to your house. You told him he shouldn’t, that it’s too risky. But he won’t listen. You also know that when he says ‘drop out’ he actually means ‘leave our parents and be with me.’

You roll your eyes, hands going down to adjust your pink sundress.

“I can’t just drop out, Ethan. I have a career I’m set on.”

“We can make it work—“

“Don’t be stupid.” You mutter. His hands tap against the steering wheel impatiently, face turned up into one of anger. His blue shirt clings to him tightly, muscles are prominent.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He snaps.

“Don’t make dumb suggestions.”

After that snide comment he shoves you into the house and bends you over the kitchen counter, regardless of your protests, like he did the first time. And then he left you with cum dripping all down your legs, while you waited for your parents to get home from their trip.

When they did you decided to not eat dinner that night.

Your mom has been on the fence since your secret had been revealed to the Landry household. Ethan — your stepbrother — has been fucking you for months.

You still remember the sound of Wayne’s voice screaming at the both of you:

“How could you do this?! After everything we’ve done for the both of you?!”

“You’re a disappointment to me, Ethan. I want you out!”

And then after, when Ethan had left, the words spewed at you.

“I can’t believe you would be such a whore.”

“How could you do this to our family? To me?!”

“You’re never seeing him again.”

Yeah, right.

You sigh, plopping down onto your bed. It’s almost time for you to go to college, the summer ending.

What a wild story you could tell if you had an essay due about your summer.

Your parents are downstairs, now. Doing— you don’t really know what they’re doing. You don’t come down from your room anymore.

A text dings on your phone. You smile.

E🫶🏻: you okay?

me: mhm

You pause. You bite your lip as you assemble to next message.

me: I miss u :)

A moment for him to reply.

E🫶🏻: I miss you too, bunny

E🫶🏻: chad said he misses you too

me: I miss u both >:(

me: we’ll see each other more when I’m away at college tho <3

E🫶🏻 : maybe I have a way to make us be with each other all the time :)

me: oh yeah lover boy? And what would that be

E🫶🏻: you’ll see.

Your brows furrow. A surprise, maybe? A gift? Maybe a new way for you to sneak out…

You don’t know. But your eyes are beginning to become heavy and sleepy; you tell him and Chad both good night and begin to sleep.

Your dreams have become nightmares, more or less. Images of blood and gore, a hand holding on a little too tight — it’s been the same for the past few nights. Your family, slaughtered.

A loud crash makes your eyelids flutter open.

You think you’ve only been asleep a few hours. Your hello kitty clock reads 2:37 a.m in giant bold letters, and your heart beats harshly against your chest at the sudden sound. Furrowing your brows, but being cautious, you grab the pink pocket knife you kept beside your bed. It isn’t much, but it’s something, at least. Creeping closer to the door you can hear that the noise has stopped— but that doesn’t calm you. You think of waking up your parents but you don’t want to make them any more mad than they already are.

You open your door. No one is outside your room, it seems. The sound must’ve come from downstairs. Creeping down the wooden steps you go into the living room and see that it’s empty.

Except for the window.

The one near the couch is wide open, and you can see that a house plant beside it got knocked over and broke all to pieces. You gulp, hands gripping the knife tighter. Your dreams have made you extremely paranoid, and if there really is an intruder, you won’t go down without a fight.

Another crash— from the kitchen this time, but not as loud as before. It was more of just.. commotion. You prepare yourself, breath heavy. You make your way to the doorway, prepared to strike and stab and hit….

Someone grabs you.

The knife clatters to the ground. So much for protecting yourself! Your immediate thought is to scream, but no words come out and a hand is covering your mouth. When they whirl you around and begin laughing your brows furrow and hot tears well up from the stress.

….It’s fucking Ethan.

He’s standing there, a shit eating grin on his face, wearing a muscle tee and jeans.

You sneer, pushing him harshly as you wipe your eyes.

“You fucking asshole!” you whisper yell. “You scared the fuck out of me! What the hell is wrong with you?”

He chuckles. “Sorry, sweetness. It’s just so funny to see the look on your face.”

You sniffle, crossing your arms and willing yourself not to cry anymore. “‘S not funny.”

Ethan’s smile drops, his hands reaching out wrap you into a hug. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, promise.”

He doesn’t seem that sorry, but you drop the subject.

“You literally broke in, Ethan. What if mom and dad wake up? You’ll be in so much trouble, i swear— they’ll call the fucking police on you—”

Your words stop when he turns his back to you, stalks into the kitchen, and begins rummaging through the house’s well renowned junk drawer.

“Calm down, baby. I just needed to get my watch. I forgot it before I moved… aha! There it is!”

He excitedly turns around and shows you the black and red band. He slips it around his wrist. You roll your eyes, and scoff.

“You broke into the house so you could take a watch?”

He gives you a mischievous look. He moves closer to you and his lips graze yours. You can’t help but smile.

“Maybe I came to take something else with me, too.”

You bite your lip, but your eyes go to the stairs.

“We can’t do that here. We’ll get caught.”

“Suit yourself, then,” Ethan quips. He sighs dramatically. “I guess I’ll just be on my way then..”

“No!” Your immediate to keep him here. To keep him with you. You aren’t the same without his company.

He smiles, lips grazing your neck. His teeth scrape against it and you admire the sting. “There’s my good girl.”

You kiss him, harsh. He tastes fresh and sweet. His hands find your waist and he pushes you against the kitchen counter. You whine, your hands reaching for the bulge in his pants— but your wrist hits his pocket and you feel something inside of it. You reach in, playful. But when you pull it out, it’s the pocket knife you dropped earlier. He must’ve picked it up when you weren’t looking.

“Why do you need my knife?” You ask, as his lips peck your chin and jawline. He looks down, at it in your hands, white teeth shining as he smiles.

“Maybe I like to have a part of you with me wherever I go.”

It’s endearing. But this feeling settles in your stomach— something you can’t quite place. However, you slide the blade back into his pocket and begin to kiss him again. His fingers are right there, just about to brush over your clit.

And out of the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs light flicker on.

You panic, lips breaking away from Ethan’s as you hear footsteps. You’ve lived long enough in the house to know who’s it is— it’s your mother’s. Your eyes widen.

“Hide!”

Ethan mouths the words oh shit before running into the living room. You pray he finds a decent hiding spot. Your mom comes down the stairs, in her robe and with messy hair. She seems like she’s just woken up.

“Is there someone else down here with you?” She says, confused.

You shake your head, nervously biting your thumbnail.

“No, mom. No one is down here. It’s just me.”

“Huh.”

She looks around and she walks into the living room. You follow her in fear, and when you catch Ethan’s sneakers underneath the window curtain you almost fucking scream in frustration. Your mother is too busy looking at her broken plant and the opened window for her to notice.

“Oh my god! Did someone break in?” She exclaims. Your heart beats rapidly.

“Uhm— no!” You say, exasperated and lying.

You try your best to think up a good fake story. “I slept-walked again, i think. I’ve been meaning to tell you… it’s been a while but I think it’s starting up again.”

You haven’t slept-walked since you were twelve. Your mom sighs, annoyed.

“Shit. I’ll call the doctor in the morning, then. We’ll see if he can find anything for it. Because if it’s to the point where you’re breaking things and opening windows..”

“—That’s not necessary, mom, really.”

“I’m calling them, y/n.” She states. She looks you up and down for a moment. If you don’t know any better you think a look of disgust is on her face. “For once in your life, please make yourself useful and clean this up.”

Your head hangs down, and you bite your lower lip to keep from snapping at her. “Yes ma’am.”

When she goes back up stairs, Ethan comes out of his hiding spot. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but Ethan’s fists are clenched.

“She shouldn’t talk to you like that.” He says.

You shrug, threading your fingers through his. His curls are sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed. He’s absolutely precious, even when he’s angry.

“Doesn’t matter, E. Forget about it.”

He narrows his eyes at the stairs, as if she was standing there and he could see her. Your thoughts go back to the knife and you get that feeling again. But your lips are back on his in an instant and it seems that Ethan quickly forgets his rage. His hand rests on the back of your head as he tries to drag you to the couch. But you shake your head and giggle.

“Not here. I’m not getting caught fucking you again.”

“Technically, we weren’t fucking.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Still.”

So you drag him up the stairs. It’s scary, because your parents are also up there, but at least you’re both better concealed. He fucks you raw on the bed and chokes you with his incredibly toned arms. And then he lays with you and you both smoke a joint out the window so it doesn’t smell.

But even then, and even after he left, your thoughts still linger on the knife he had taken with him.

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DAEMYRA X READER THOUGHTS

So, one of the reasons why I made this blog is because of a little plot bunny that I have not been able to get to leave my head so I figured I'll share it with you all! Here are my thoughts about being in a poly relationship with both Daemon and Rhaenyra. These thoughts will include NSFW thoughts. It is dom!reader with switch!rheanyra and switch!daemon.

If you like what you see, feel free to take a look around my blog!

Both Daemon and Rhaenyra wanted you long before they ever made a move. Once their marriage was official, it didnt take them long to begin fantasising about you. Daemon saw the way Rhaenyra looked at you and so naturally the next time they were fucking, he started talking about you and from there, mentioning you while they were together was commonplace.

You'd first kiss Rhaenyra. It happens one night, the two of you sitting by the fire and talking, Rhaenyra complaining about her small council and about feeling disrespected by many of them. At some point the topic of Daemon came up, and how Rhaenyra honestly didnt even know when he was going to show up again. You promised her that she'd never have to deal with that with you, and that she deserved better.

And then suddenly you two are kissing and the next thing you know, you're in her private chambers, your head between her thighs. She tells you how her and Daemin have fantasised about you, how Daemon will be so jealous to hear that she got to have you first.

When Daemon does return, he very nearly combusts when he finds you and Rhaenyra curled up together on their bed. Needless to say, he jumps right in.

The funny thing is that your dynamic with Daemon couldnt be more different than your dynamic with Rhaenyra. With Rhaenyra, you're gentle and soft. Yes you are very much the dom, but she is your queen, you look after her, ensure she doesn't have to make a single decision from the moment she retires to her bed for the evening.

Meanwhile with Daemon you are so harsh. Daemon needs a heavy hand, and he will brat and fight and disobey until he gets the level of punishment and attention that he desires. You drag him by his hair to bed, spank and scratch him, edge him until he's sobbing.

And to everyone's delight, Daemon is actually significantly less of a cunt when he's regularly getting absolutely wrecked by you.

One of your favourite things to do is to tie Daemon to a chair facing the bed and then just absolutely worship Rhaenyra. Daemon can't do a thing but watch. He always starts out stubborn, but before long he's shaking and whining begging for anything, even just for you to free one of hands so he can touch himself.

Another favourite is to get Daemon on his knees with his hands tied behind his back and then make him give you or Rhaenyra head like that. He's not allowed to use his hands at all, and he's not allowed to stop until you tell him to. Sometimes if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll make him eat Rhaenyra out like that while you edge him. He's not allowed to cum until he's made Rhaenyra cum twice.

Daemon will dom Rhaenyra on his own when it’s just the two of them, but funnily enough the moment you’re in the mix he stops wanting to be the dom? It’s like you walk into the room and instantly Daemon turns into a pouty little brat that you have to teach a lesson. Rhaenyra finds this change equal parts hot and hilarious.

Speaking of Daemon being well… Daemon, Rhaenyra will often send you to go fetch Daemon from whichever castle he’s wondering around in and bring him back.

However these trips aren’t just you finding daemon and dragging him back to dragon stone by his ear (though that is definitely part of it), it’s also you punishing the ever loving fuck out of that idiot. He gets spanked and edged and degraded, all the rough treatment he loves.

And so by the time you reach dragon stone, Daemon is no longer all smug and confident but instead will just fall to his knees in front of Rhaenyra and beg her to forgive him. He always says he’ll never do it again and he always does it again within a fortnight.

Oh and lastly, when Jace found out of this he kinda just sighed and said “Oh great, I have another parent.”

[writeforfandoms]

Who Wants To Live Forever

Find my Ghost masterlist

It doesn't matter how many lives you've lived, you always find your way back to him.

The reincarnation au nobody asked for and my plot bunnies yeeted at me anyway! I have a lot of thoughts about this one that didn't make it into the fic. Like. A Lot.

Warnings: Swearing, past violence, blood, injury mention, canon typical violence, idiots in love, this is just for fun, I wrote this for me but you can read it too.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Word count: 2.9k

The dreams started when you were small. Your parents at first attributed them to an overactive imagination and too much television. 

But as you got older and the dreams didn't go away, you wondered. Your parents got squirrelly about them, started muttering about things like psychiatrists and not normal and worried. 

So you stopped mentioning them. Pretended you didn't dream at all most nights. 

Reality couldn't be farther from the truth. 

You dreamed. Every single night. In some you were part of a village, living a harsh life by the sea. The men would go off to hunt and raid, and the women stayed behind to mind the village and raise the children. Those dreams always left you cold. Even in those dreams, though, dream-you noticed the beauty, the way sunlight glinted off snow, the magical lights in the sky, the blue of the sky after a storm. 

Some nights you dreamed of being a nurse, tending wounded soldiers in tents and buildings. Those dreams were always full of screaming and crying and horrors. Men wheezing, coughing up blood. Limbs shattered and mangled beyond repair. A stench like you couldn't describe. But there were little moments, moments of kindness. Holding a man's hand to comfort him through his last breaths. The way the sunrise broke through some of the haze of pain surrounding those places. The way a doctor or fellow nurse would sometimes thank you, buy you a drink, share scant meals with you. 

Sometimes you were a school teacher in a rural village, gently scolding children and keeping watch as they frollicked at break times. Those dreams were full of small joys. A flower one of your students brought you, bashful smile blooming into a grin at your thanks. Sunsets from the comfort of home. Warm meals at the table, often shared. With him.

He was a constant presence. Through all of your dreams, all of those times, he was always to be found. He didn't always look the same - skin tone changed, hair color changed. But you always knew him by those brown eyes. 

Sometimes the two of you married. Sometimes he was married before you met him. Sometimes you were married first. But you always, always found each other. In every time. In every life. 

By the time you were out of school, you had notebooks dedicated to your dreams, to the times, to the man. You kept them hidden away, for your eyes only. Just as a way to help you keep everything straight. 

As more time passed, you became more and more sure that these were glimpses into the past. Your past. Past lives, you'd guess. From the way the dreams felt… it always felt like you. No matter how many times you put pen to paper, you could never accurately describe why. 

But you knew. They were all you.

And they were all him. 

Which made you wonder… when would you find him in this life? You'd found him in almost all of the others. It seemed reasonable that you'd find him again. 

(Nevermind that you had no name, no description, no way of knowing what he'd look like or where he'd be.) 

Knowing that he was out there somewhere made it easy to bury yourself in work. Oh, sure, you had friends. People who knew you. You were well-liked at work, known to get things done. 

But you didn't date. You didn't look for people who weren't him. 

Everyone else, you knew, would pale in comparison. 

All the lives accumulated in your head did make it hard to relate. It was easier, sometimes, to sort of… float through life. You knew what was expected of you. You'd known people from every walk of life, just about. You knew a lot about people, could do well in social situations without working at it. 

But it did make for a rather lonely life. 

You started dreaming of him more often. Of the times the two of you lived together. Of the long talks the two of you had. Of the walks, along the sea, along a grass-lined lane, along a lake. Of the times he was just out of reach, your eyes meeting again and again through crowds and dinners and company. 

Of the time he died in your arms, blood staining the both of you. 

You were tired when you got on the train. This was just a little holiday to a new place. 

Or. Well. You hadn't been here in this lifetime, at least. 

It was busier than you remembered the area being, more built up. Your lips twitched - that's what happened over time, after all. 

Nothing stayed the same for long. 

You didn't pay any mind to the people around you as you walked, taking your time. You didn't mind walking to your hotel from the train station. Gave you a better chance to look around and plan where you wanted to go later. 

Your eyes met brown through a coffee shop window.

You froze. You knew those eyes. You knew those eyes. 

He blinked, just once. You couldn't look away. 

The noise of the coffee shop finally registered when you stopped in front of his table, the chinking of mugs and flatware, the hiss of the machines, the babble of unimportant voices. 

“Hi.” You were a little surprised at your own voice, quiet and a little awed. 

He eyed you, black face mask obscuring most of his expression. For a moment your heart plummeted. Maybe he didn't recognize you? Maybe… he didn't remember? 

Then his lips twitched. 

“Took you long enough.” 

“Took me long enough?” You tried for outrage but probably fell short, humor and elation buoying your heart. “And what about you, hmm?” 

“Been busy.” He nodded to the seat across from him, and you could just see the corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. 

“Oh, busy. Yes, how silly of me to not think of that.” You dropped into the seat, your bag landing at your feet a little harder than was probably advisable. 

“Holiday?” His gaze dropped briefly to the table, to where your bag was now hidden. 

“Yes.” Some of your elation faded at the dose of reality. “You?”

He paused, holding your gaze. “On leave.” 

“Ah.” You smiled a little, sliding one open hand across the table. “Going well this time, then?”

He didn't say anything for a long moment, staring down at your open hand. His fingers twitched. “Not particularly.” 

Your heart plummeted. “Oh.” 

“S'fine.” He shook his head once, short and sharp. “You want anything? Tea, coffee?” 

“Coffee is fine.” You started to stand but he waved you back into your seat. 

“Wait here.” 

You huffed out a breath and watched him go, broad shoulders easy to track up to the register. You finally had the attention to note other details about him. He was dressed casually, all in black, with his hood pulled up. You'd caught blonde hair under his hood. 

Taller than you could remember him being. Broad shoulders. 

It was just… so good to see him again. To see him now. With your own eyes, in this life. 

It would be nice to make more memories, for next time. 

The clink of a mug being set in front of you brought you out of your own head. You blinked at the mug and then at him as he sat across from you again. 

“How long are you here?” He folded his hands in front of him, gaze fixed on you. 

You shrugged. “I had only planned for a few days,” you admitted. “But I can make it longer.” 

He grunted once, thumb tapping against the side of his hand as he considered something. Then he nodded once. “Meet me here tomorrow,” he said, abruptly moving to grab a pen and a napkin. “1200.” 

You blinked once. “Tomorrow?” You couldn't quite keep the disappointment from your voice at that. 

“Got some things to take care of before then,” he said, barely glancing up at you as he finished writing on the napkin. “Got some people for you to meet, too. If you want to know me better this time ‘round.”

You swallowed against the lump in your throat. He'd married already. That was the only thing you could think of. He was already married and you were too late. “I see.”

“No. You don't.” He pushed the napkin to you, tapping it twice with one large finger. “Here. Tomorrow.”

“1200,” you repeated dutifully, mustering up a wan smile. “Yes. I remember.”

“Good.” He pushed back to his feet abruptly, and you startled a little. He was just so tall! “If you don't show, I'll assume you don't want to meet again.” The words were flat, even, but his eyes… his eyes hid pain. 

You nodded, too startled for words by all of this. In a moment he was gone, striding out of the coffee shop and away from you.

Every fiber of you longed to go after him, to beg him for answers. 

Instead, you sat and sipped your coffee with trembling hands, staring at the napkin until the blocky letters were burned into your memory. 

The walk to your hotel was a bit of a blur. You barely paid attention to the social interaction, though you must have done well enough. 

You ended up sitting on the bed, bag on the floor, staring at your hands. 

He'd been so close. So close. 

But he hadn't taken your offer. He hadn't touched you. 

You thought you might finally be going a little insane. Was this what insanity felt like? Was this some kind of fever dream? Had you finally lost all sense of reality?

But no. You had the napkin in your pocket still. You'd seen him. You hadn't learned his name this time around, hadn't learned much of anything really, except that he had people he wanted you to meet. 

People. He'd said people for you to meet. 

The words finally sank fully into your brain, and you weren't sure whether to laugh or scream. People. People to meet. As in more than one person.

As in he was not only married but had a family…

…or something else entirely. Something new. 

Even after so many lives, the world still had a way of surprising you. A lesson hard learned over time. 

You forced yourself to breathe through the weight of history on your shoulders, staring back at all the lives where things had gone wrong. 

And then you forced yourself to find some dinner, shower, and read for a while before bed. 

Not that you slept very well. Not with anticipation and dread wreaking havoc on your heart. 

You arrived at the meeting spot ten minutes early, a little cafe on a square with a fountain in the middle. You stood outside, hands in your pockets, unsure what to expect. 

“You’re early.”

You swallowed once, heart thudding hard against your ribs as you turned to look at him. “Didn’t want to be late,” you quipped, only to falter. 

He wasn’t alone today.

Three other men stood with him, all of them looking at you. You lifted your chin a little, meeting the gaze of the closest man. You had just enough time to note how blue his eyes were before the memories slammed into you. 

A quiet life working the land, out beyond the edge of the “civilized” world, a husband with a rare but kind smile, eyes so blue you could drown in them. Rare trips to the nearest town gave you glimpses of your brown-eyed man, but no more than that. Cold winters and muddy springs and indomitable shoulders to lean on through it all. 

And a slightly less quiet life of some wealth, with a husband whose work often took him from home. But you’d had friends that time, your own societal duties. Dances. Events. Hosting. That life had not been devoid of its fun and beauty. 

“Oh.” You blinked at him, eyes wide. 

His lips twitched under his facial hair (muttonchops - unusual choice for this day and age) and he held out a hand to you. “Captain John Price.”

You gave him your name and shook his hand, holding his gaze for a moment longer. If he was like the him you’d known, he was a good man. Time would tell if and how he had changed. “I married you before.”

He grinned for a moment, so close to the man you’d known that your heart ached. “Twice, but don’t hold it against me,” he joked before he stepped aside. 

The next man to step up also had blue eyes and a big smile. You knew him immediately - you’d seen him before, too. A few times in the shadow of your brown-eyed love, once or twice on his own. The last time you’d seen him, he’d been standing over the bed of one of his men, half-covered in blood and muck. 

There had been nothing you could do, then. 

Now you smiled. “Good to see you again.” 

“Ye look better this time.” He chucked you gently under the chin with two knuckles, grinning. “John MacTavish, call me Soap.” 

“Soap?” You raised one extremely unimpressed eyebrow. 

He laughed. “A story for another time,” he promised, winking at you before he stepped back. 

The last man looked at you, nerves in the pinch of his mouth and the corners of his eyes. Darker skin and a ballcap met your quick perusal. 

You only had to meet his gaze for a moment before you threw yourself at him, hugging him as hard as you could, breath stuttering in your chest. 

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, arms immediately settling around you, one hand cupping the back of your head. “It’s alright, we’re fine.”

“You left,” you grumbled, hands fisting in the back of his shirt. “You’re not allowed to do that to me again.”

“Promise,” he muttered, voice low, just between the two of you. “I won’t.”

You sniffled, just once, before you pulled back to look at him. “I missed you,” you admitted before gently whapping his arm. “And if you disappear on me again I’ll hunt you down next life.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned, not even a little abashed. 

“So, what ridiculous nickname have you gotten this time?” You smiled, finally taking a half-step back. 

“It’s not ridiculous,” he scoffed. “Gaz. Kyle, this time ‘round.”

“Gaz.” You tested it out slowly before shrugging. “Not the worst.”

“Oh? And what would be?” Soap snuck up next to you, looking eager for mischief. 

“Story for another time,” you shot back at him with a smile. You finally turned your gaze to him again, to your brown-eyed man. The only one who hadn’t given you his name yet.

“Simon,” he finally said, as if he’d read your mind. 

“Simon.” You smiled. “How did you…?” You made a helpless motion between the three men. 

“Price,” Simon answered with a little shrug. “Found all of us.” 

“Came across ‘em,” Price said, arms crossed over his chest. “Knew I had to keep ‘em close.” 

You nodded, a little ache in your heart. “It’s a good thing you did.” But your gaze didn’t stray from Simon, too busy basking in the sight of him, here and whole in front of you.

“He’s no’ married yet,” Soap said in a stage whisper. When you glanced at him, he was grinning. “Unattached. Available. Free to a good home.”

“MacTavish,” Simon growled, brows twitching in annoyance. 

But you? You grinned. “Well, that’s good, because it’s your turn this time,” you teased, chin tipping up and to one side. 

Simon’s gaze snapped back to you, eyes a little wide. “What?” 

“I asked you last time,” you said patiently, trying hard to not grin. “Almost kissed you in front of your fiance, too.” 

“Almost,” he agreed, eyes warm as his gaze swept the length of your body. 

“I spotted you yesterday, too,” you pointed out, completely reasonably and not at all like a little gremlin. (You liked that word a lot and had incorporated it as much as you could once you’d caught airmen using it during World War II.) 

“So, ‘s my turn?” He took one step closer to you.

“Mmhm.” You bit the inside of your lip hard to keep your grin to yourself. 

His eyes narrowed at you, which was the only warning you had before he pulled down his face mask and kissed you. Vaguely, you heard Soap cheering and Price grumbling. But everything fell to the back of your mind.

Everything that wasn’t Simon. 

A little piece of your heart clicked into place. 

When he finally pulled back, both of you were a little out of breath, holding each other tight. His lips twitched in a tiny smile and you all but beamed in response. 

And then yipped when someone yanked you away from Simon.

“Best friend dibs,” Kyle announced, already starting to walk you away. “Mine for now, I’ll give her back in a day or two.”

You cackled at the look on Simon’s face, like he was torn between murder and laughing along with the joke. 

“There’s no rush,” you couldn’t help but tease. “We’ve got this entire life, now.” 

Simon met your gaze again even as his long strides caught him up with you and Kyle. His mask was back in place now but his eyes were warm, smiling at you, even as his hand twined with yours. 

Finally. 

[leonskittybunwriting]

Plot: Leon is a wolf hybrid (his a police officer) and his baby girl (his daughter) is a bunny hybrid.

Warnings: detailed smut (very detailed) p in v. Free use! Sexual Consent, reader is plus size and a bunny hybrid and Leon is wolf hybrid that's a police officer in R.P.D (so somewhat canon for the R.P.D but the rest is very not) father and daughter incest. DEAD DOVE!! DO NOT EAT. LEON IS SOMEWHAT MEAN? BUT GENTLE TOO?

If I miss any tags or warnings, please let me know!

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters and I don't own resident evil.

ID Leon Kennedy x Female Reader

Leon's wolf ears twitch as he walks into the apartment, he shuts the front door and puts his badge down on the table by the door along with keys.

He then removes his combat boots and leaves them by the door, before standing up straight and walks down the hallway to his daughter's bedroom and opens the door to see her bunny ears twitch in annoyance and stares up at him with her big brown eyes and says “Daddy, you can't just walk into my room-”

Leon cuts her off and says “I can do whatever I please my dear bunny, after all you are twenty-six years old and you can't work which means what bunny?”

He watches you pout and whimper before saying “It means you own me daddy.” he nods and says “I should spank you for trying to boss daddy around, maybe I'll do it later, but for now go make daddy some dinner.”

He watches you get up and he eyes roam on your figure, since you were a bunny hybrid you had a full figure, he was extremely happy with you having large breasts and a large ass, he groans inwardly as his cock grows hard in his pants, his favorite part about you? Your plump stomach. Bonus part about you? You were shorter than him. Some people would call you plus size but since his extremely buff and all muscle he was bigger than you which to him you were small but not petite.

He is happy you have a larger figure.

As you go to the kitchen he follows after you and bites his lip as he watches you start to cook at the stove and he walks over to you and stands behind you and watches you cook and he licks his lips before reaching around you and pulls up your dress and shoves his hand down your panties causing you to squeal out in surprise.

Leon couldn't help the chuckle that leaves him as he starts to rub his thumb against her nub and nibbles on her human ear instead of her bunny ears and his other hand goes under the slide and plays with your large stomach and he whispers “fuck bunny, I want you so much.”

You let out soft whimpers as you press your back against his chest and abs and whisper “d-daddy your food-” Leon growls and says “I want dessert first baby bunny.”

You let out loud whimpers as he starts to rub at your nub harshly and your throw your head back against his shoulder but he quickly pulls away and picks you up and sits you on the table before getting on knees and shoves his face against your pussy and he sucks on your nub harshly as he fingers you roughly.

You start to moan loudly and grip his blonde unkempt hair and cry out loudly as he fingers you violently.

You felt pain and pleasure which is why you whimper loudly and Leon pulls back and says “shh baby, I know it hurts but I gotta get you ready for my cock.”

She nods and pants loudly as he adds his fingers one by one until he has his whole fist in you which was painful at first but that pain quickly went away after he made you gush.

After he made you gush he pulls his fist out and quickly pulls his police pants down which they drop along with his boxers down to his ankles but he leaves on his R.P.D vest and he strokes his ten inch cock and he asks softly “Do you want me baby?”

You nod and whimper impatiently and spread your legs widely which causes Leon to chuckle and gently rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy before sliding inside of you which causes you to let out a scream of pleasure.

Leon moans breathlessly and deeply as he thrusts in and out of you his hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to pound inside of you causing you to cry out loudly, he watches your breast bounce with the strength he was using and he grunts loudly as he get close and he speeds up his thrusting and pounds his cock against your g spot and he watches your bunny ears twitch and your body shake slightly as you cum and he quickly follows as he hunches over you and moans loudly.

As you both pant and try to catch both of your breath, you whispers softly “kiss me daddy?”

Leon hums and leans forward and kisses you deeply and passionately for a few minutes and he pulls back and says “Now go make daddy's dinner.”

You whimper and stand on wobbly legs and whisper “Okay daddy.”

[dira333]

kenma!!! for your plot bunny game hehe

You're being a lil meanie for requesting him *pouty face* I don't know what this is. He deserves so much better than I'm being able to write.

🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.

It's impossible.

You cannot sit next to Kenma without wanting to touch him.

But also cannot touch him, because that would be weird, wouldn't it?

The back of the cab feels tiny and enormous at the same time.

Kenma's thigh is pressed against yours and his elbow digs into your arm everytime he moves, which is often, because he keeps playing a game on his phone to pass the time.

If Kuroo on your right is saying something, you don't hear it. You're too busy thinking about the fact that Kenma is touching you and you are touching Kenma and that his hair is really pretty in the flickering light of the streetlamps and how it would feel like if you touched it and-

Someone shoves his hand unceremoniously between the two of you and opens your seatbelt. You flinch and look up, face Kuroo's knowing, teasing grin. Oh no.

-

The only free seat left is next to Kenma. Of course.

You're not sure how you're going to survive a whole movie pressed against him, because you will be, because Bokuto always takes up more space than necessary, usually ending up with his head in your lap and his feet crossed over Akaashi's.

Maybe that will give you something to do, to distract yourself and you're right. It's a little bit easier to deal with Kenma being so close yet so far away when you're playing absentmindedly with Bokuto's hair. And it gives you the added bonus of him falling asleep, offering you half a movie without his incessant commentary.

Not that that matters, because close to the end Kenma's head sinks to the side, pressing heavily against your shoulder blade. You stop breathing for a whole minute, all your blood flooding to the scene of the crime. Maybe, if you'll never move again, you could stay like this?

-

You like the timbre of his voice, the honesty of his comments, the fact that his eyes never seem to miss a thing.

He's generous and helpful, never once complaining when everyone uses his house to crash or celebrate in.

If you dared to think about it, maybe you'd dare to tell him how you feel.

"What are you even scared of?" Kuroo asks over lunch one day, slipping out of his role as your supervisor like it's just another one of his suits.

"Being myself," you answer because the past has taught you to be wary.

-

"Are you okay?"

Kenma's face is pale, his eyes are moving left and right at a speed that's dizzying, even to you.

The mall is packed and the air is thick with perfume from a nearby vendor. For a moment you're not sure if he's going to faint or run off and before you can stop yourself, your hand takes his.

His skin is cold and slick with sweat, but his fingertips dig into your hand, squeezing so tight it should probably hurt.

You pull him in, acting on instinct and addiction more than anything else, needing him to be closer, closer, closer. And safe.

His face settles in the crook of your neck, your free hand rubbing over his back.

"Wanna get out?" You ask. He nods, his chin knocking into your chest.

His hand doesn't leave yours. When you urge him into the passenger seat he pulls you in with him until you're both crammed into the small space, you on his lap, his face pressed into your side.

You sit like that for a while, not speaking.

In all honesty, you're impressed you're acting this normal about it, when all you've been dreaming about lately is to slip into his skin, to be closer to him than humanly possible.

Eventually though, Kenma's breath evens out.

You drag a hand through his hair, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach. Should you really touch him like this when he just went through something like that?

"Hungry?" You ask. "I have a fruit snack in my purse."

He nods slowly, though he doesn't move otherwise.

"Sorry I just touched you like that," you mutter.

"I like it," he says, voice a little muffled.

The realization hits you a little sooner than him and you gasp, only to feel him dig his hands into your sides.

"Kuroo said you've got a crush on me too," he rushes to add, not yet showing his face, "if that's a lie, just say so and we'll forget this ever happened, okay?"

"It's not a lie."

-

Kenma's sitting in your lap. He's heavy and warm and his head is snuggled right against your collarbone in a way that must be torture for his back but neither of you is complaining.

"You're so gross!" Kuroo points out from the other side of the Couch. "Some people are single around here."

"Hey," Bokuto exclaims loudly, "I said not to make fun of it."

You ignore both of them, your left hand creeping up Kenma's back under his hoodie. He snorts lightly, shivering against the touch. He's ticklish.

Maybe, if you were alone together, you'd put your whole head under the hoodie, slip into it and share it with him.

But that can wait until later.

[firemenenthusiast]

—“mile high club”

boyfriend!sub!jann mardenborough x fem!reader

summary: classic ol’ airplane fucking because jann gets flustered easily

warnings: 18+, porn with plot, mile high fucking, unprotected p in v, subby jann, creampie, fingering, spitting, semi-public sex

a/n: for my jann girlies, totally self indulgent (wanted to write something for myself) to get back on my writing feet LMAO. hope you enjoy >0<

“what are you doing ?” he urgently asked you in a shushed tone. his eyes trail at the movements of your snaking fingers against his clothed inner thigh, moving dangerously close towards his crotch. humming softly, you turn your head to him, “nothing, can’t your sweet girlfriend show some affection ?” you jokingly pout at him, making him turn his head to look out the windows to avoid eye contact, puffs of fluffy clouds feasting his eyes. you’re both seated in the business class section of the plane, a short connecting flight to your vacation destination. it’s been a while since you’ve spent some time alone together, so he decided it’d be nice to go fly someplace with beaches and warm climate, maybe some palm trees too.

truth is you love teasing jann, you love seeing him get all flustered and shy and the fact that it’s so easy to make him fall underneath your touch is a plus point. you could be touching him sneakily, ghosting your dainty fingers up his arms, sometimes barely even touching him and he’ll be shifting in his seat like a shy boy that gets zero action. just like what’s happening right now. his cheeks are starting to heat up from your hand rubbing back and forth on his inner thigh, occasionally squeezing at the flesh. he’s trying his best to avoid your ‘loving’ gaze, that’ll only turn into a teasing smirk if he meets with it. continuing your touches along his inner thigh, you lean in to rest your chin on his shoulder, head cocked to the side to join him looking at the clouds, a wide content smile decorating your face. jann’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but sometimes riling him up serves you so much fun. especially when you end up fucking each other.

straightening his back, he took a deep breath, a little shaky from the nerves, thanks to your hand position. sighing, he smiles at you. “gonna be great there y’know, especially with you by my side” you let out a small giggle at his words before snuggling yourself up against his chest. what a dork. “hmm-mm, i know” you shake your head slightly at his obvious attempt of trying to distract you from touching too close to his crotch, knowing that he’s not gonna make it safely if you don’t stop or worse, if you start rubbing directly on his crotch. which is exactly what you’re doing right now. shutting his eyes, he tries to relax himself by sitting straight with his head resting against the seat, his hand grabbing at the armrest beside him. he looks down at his shoulder to look at you, “please baby i think we should wait till we get there” he tries to reason with you, his eyes soft and pupils dilated looking at you, at which you continue your assault on his crotch, paying no mind to his pleas, your head cocked to the side. “don’t know what you’re talking about jann” you respond shrugging, earning a defeated sigh from him, accepting his fate.

for the next couple of minutes you pretend like nothing is going on, pointing out the window for him to look at the bunny shaped cloud you’d spotted, or just lean your head against his shoulder like any other loving couple. except for the fact that this couple got one hand squeezing and rubbing at the other’s growing bulge, seemingly enjoying how bad he is squirming around in his seat, beads of sweat starting to form on his temple and under his curly locks. just when you decide that it’s not fun enough, you start kissing the skin on his neck, sucking and licking at his sweet spot before moving your lips to bite at his earlobe. he could feel you smiling against his skin, his bottom lips trapped against his teeth to keep him from letting out a moan that the whole plane would hear. jann’s doing everything he could to hold himself in, wanting you to stop but he loves having your lips across every inch of him too much to say anything. all he could do is breathe and exhale as quiet as he could, praying for his cock to not bust in his pants right there and then.

you on the other hand is enjoying this a little too much. it’s like all your ‘teasing jann’ dreams had come true, especially with the fact that he’s got little to no space to move with you holding him down, no room to get away from you, and he has to keep his mouth shut or everyone else will know. not to mention the panic he has to go through every time he sees an approaching stewardess, offering them a little cracked smile if they greet him. what you don’t know is that he’s secretly enjoying the adrenaline rush. if he wasn’t as shy he would’ve made you blow him right in his seat. clearing his throat, he starts to smooth out his shirt before getting up, lifting your hand off him. “i’ll be back okay ?” he assures you in a whispered tone as you pout at him. he leans in to give you a peck on the lips before making his way towards the lavatory. you watch him closely as you notice his hands clasped together in front of him, covering his otherwise obvious bulge. you chuckle to yourself.

just as he manages to get in, you get up from your seat to walk the same path he just went on, moving past a few rows of seats and people sleeping. as you arrive in front of the same lavatory you lean against the wall adjacent to the door, waiting for him to finish. you know he won’t be long, whatever he’s doing in there is just him trying to freshen himself up, maybe calm his erection down. he knows well not to jerk himself off around you. he’s only allowed to do that when you’re physically away from each other. hearing the door unlocking, you’re quick to grab it open and push yourself inside, meeting with his startled confused look. you lock the door behind you with a smile before grabbing both sides of his face, slightly pulling it down and crashing your lips against his soft, plump ones. he’s taken aback at first, before his shoulders soften down and his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer against him. moving your hands from his cheeks to the back of his head, your fingers play at the little hairs, nail softly scratching at his scalp, earning a soft moan from him. he lets out a relieved sigh, melting away at the feeling of kissing your lips. you pull away from a moment to look at him, his puppy eyes set on yours. “hi baby” you smile at him before leaning in to continue kissing him. his fingers that were snaking around your waist start to claw at the fabric wrapped around you. you let out a soft giggle at his desperation, knowing that you’ve been teasing him so much, yet he behaved so well back at your seats. he was very patient with you and kept a quiet mouth.

your bodies move perfectly against each other, hands roaming and clawing for some sort of relieve before your back hit the sink. jann is still kissing your bottom lip, wetting it with his saliva as his tongue swipes across it. your lips dance against each other, moulding at the shape as he begins to suck at your tongue. both your saliva are mixing together as your hand starts reaching down and unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning his jeans. you mentally roll your eyes at his choice of pants for comfort travelling. pulling away slightly, your hot breaths puffing up against each other’s faces, fogging the mirror behind you. “i told you to wear something comfy” he chuckles at you still managing to pick at him, “then this wouldn’t be as hot” he says, his deep voice is turning you on so much, he’s so adorable yet he has the voice that could make you cum that instance. he continues your work on his jeans, pulling the zipper down, the clacking sound of the belt surrounding the confined space. before he’d take out his cock from his boxers he reaches at your hands that are trying to push the waistband of your sweatpants down, helping you get it past your ass before reaching the hem of your panties next and pulling it down. both your panties and pants are now pooling at your ankle. he leans in to kiss at your lips once again as his hand trail between you to rub at your pussy, spreading your wetness around your folds and to your fuckhole. he prods a finger at it before pushing in, slightly fucking you with his middle finger just to have a taste. your hands quickly move to take out his cock from his boxers, tugging at the length as precum seeps out from his tip. collecting his precum, you use it as a lube, spreading it all across his cock.

both your hands are now touching each other, his fingers fucking into you to stretch your tight hole for a bit while your hand tug at his length. halting your movements on his cock, you reach your hand up to his lips. “spit”, you order him, as he obediently spit into your hand with his eyes set on yours, before you bring it down and spread it onto his throbbing length. he’s rock hard now, his tip pink and sensitive. not wanting to waste any time anymore, he steps on your pants and panties that are pooling at your ankles, keeping it down as he lifts your thigh so that you now has one leg up wrapped around his waist. he moves closer as you’re still tugging at his cock, pulling him to position his tip at your entrance. before he could even move you spit a glob of saliva at where you two are connected, as he starts moving his hips, wasting no time to fuck you on the sink, your leg wrapped around his waist. you’re moaning into his ear, your hands graze across his back, holding onto him so your back doesn’t get shoved repeatedly into the mirror with each of his thrusts. his thrusts are rapid and desperate, he’s focused on getting off though he knows people are going to want to use the lavatory anytime now. “fuck- oh god” he whines out heavily, your pussy still feels so tight for him.

you let out a high pitched moan, your boobs bouncing up and down in your sweatshirt with his rough thrusts. he lets out a low moan as his eyes trail down to watch his cock going in and out of you, your puffy folds engulfing his throbbing length, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock. you look at his focused face, his lips parted apart, looking plump and swollen from all the kissing you were doing earlier until he suddenly feels like he’s not fucking you deep enough. he grabs at the underside of your thigh, before moving his hand to push your calf upwards and settling it on his shoulder. you’re now even more exposed than ever, giving him more access to resume his fucking, his cock now reaching spots even deeper than before. he was already prodding his tip against your sweet spot, fucking at it, now he’s almost kissing your cervix, all while his girth stretching your walls out. your mouth are open to let out a moan for him yet nothing’s coming out, the pleasure washing over you as you come on his cock undone, catching yourself off guard. “jann- fuck, i just came” you’re a bit shocked but still hazy from your orgasm. he leans in to kiss you, his lips curling into a smile before he pulls away to rest his forehead against your temple. “mm, i know. you feel so good-fuck” he’s still fucking his cock into you, sticky sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls as you pray for the people who sits nearby to not hear your moans.

“shh jann—” you shush him after he lets out a guttural moan himself, as he bites down on his lips to suppress his noises. “should’ve think of that sooner before leaving me all worked up” he says with a strained voice as he frowns at you, his face contorting in pleasure, his bottom lips hanging low, glistening under the low light.

“m’gonna cum,, fuck mm-m gonna cum oh-” his thrusts start to falter, his hips bucking up into you uncontrollably as he struggles to not let out his usual whiny moans. he’s whimpering instead, quietly into your ears, begging you for a release. you lean forward to catch his lips, pulling him in for a kiss as you clench down hard on his cock, instantly making him cum on the spot, warm spurts of cum squirting out of his tip inside you. he’s holding onto you, clutching at the back of your shirt as he rides out his orgasm, pumping your pussy full of his cum. he’s almost done thrusting into you, his hips bucking forwards slowly, drips of his seed being pushed back out by his length. he’s panting, catching his breath as he carefully take out his cock, a ring of white stays clinging at the base of his length. he pulls away from your embrace, smiling wide at you, his gummy pearls on display. you roll your eyes at him playfully as you hit his chest. he bends down to slip your panties back onto your feet, pulling it up to quickly cover his cum seeping out of your pussy, before doing the same with your sweatpants.

“i want you to— to wear my cum and keep it inside you with that panties until we get there” he tells you, a hint of reluctance beneath his tone. he collected all his courage to tell you that. you raise your eyebrows at him as he continues, “least you could do after what you did to me” you abruptly burst into chuckles at his words as you quickly cover your mouth to keep quiet. you smile and nod at him, loving his sudden commanding side. he leans in once again to kiss you as he works on putting his softening cock inside his boxers and buckling his belt back on. he sends you away first to your seat so you guys wouldn’t raise suspicions, though you’re pretty sure you have ruined some of the people that sits near the lavatory’s flight.

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[httpdwaekki]

surprise | s.c.

summary: changbin shows you his new piercing.

w.c: 511

warnings: very short n sweet, not really sure what this is but it’s here LMAO.

a/n: now listen. i know the piercing is fake BUT LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT OKAY. also besties i will get to your requests i promise i just got really bad writer’s block so i wrote this to kinda get me out of it. but they are coming !! anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

my library

(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

he stopped at the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame, admiring the scene in front of him. you were propped up, against your plethora of plushies and pillows, legs stretched out in front of you. your eyebrows creased in focus, glasses slowing slipping down your nose.

he moved from the door frame, “hi jagi.” you quickly glance up, not wanting to lose your place as the plot intensifies. “hi bub,” you start, pushing your glasses back up to their rightful place. “give me one sec to finish this chapter.” he moves next to you, grabbing your legs, placing them on his as he sits down.

“how was-” you cut yourself off as he turns his head, a small refective light catching your eye. “woah!” you quickly slip your bookmark in your book before tossing it to the side. you quickly sit up, your legs sliding against his until your plush ones are atop his muscular ones.

you grab his face, squishing his soft cheeks in the process, turning his face to the side. you examine the two silver balls resting against his soft cheek, under his left eye. eyes wide in wonder as they dart around his face.

“you didn’t tell me you were getting a piercing.” you whisper, taking your free hand, gently touching the area under the reddened skin. “do you like it?” the question sounded slightly muffled since you were still squishing his soft cheeks.

you turn his head directly to you in surprise. “i love it jagi, it looks so good.” his cheeks redden under your touch. small smile etching into his soft features.

you gently turn his head once more, placing a soft kiss under the piercing. you finally let go, grabbing his arm that now laid in his lap. “did it hurt?” you ask, eyes still stuck on the reflective jewelry.

“not really,” he whispers, his hands fine your soft thighs, “do you like it bunny?” he asks gently. your gaze immediately snaps to his boba eyes.

“so much, it looks so good bub.” you smile, hand coming up to rest on the opposite cheek, thumb brushing his plump cheek.

“are you sure? it’s new, not something i’ve done before, it’s not too,” he pauses to find the words. “random i guess? or weird on me?” you immediately shake your head.

“not at all bin, it looks really good.” you smile, reassuring him. his ears start getting red from the compliments. “thank you, bunny.” he whispered, giving your thigh a squeeze.

you smile, pulling him into a passionate kiss. he moves his hands to your hips, pulling you into his lap fully before placing his hands back on your thighs.

you pull away slightly. “i love you.” he whispers against your lips. your smile widens, “i love you more pretty boy.” pulling him into another kiss.

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[tteokbin]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [bunny] - 수빈.

☆ -> sub!soobin (ot5) x dom!reader

content -> ot5 x reader, reader is the 6th member of txt, fluff..the most fluff i’ve ever written and i’m doing it for the sake of plot !1!, uhh stuffie humping (?), spitting in mouth, degradation, choking (cause its not a cherriescheol fic without choking), mxm, cumming inside anddd uhh idk 🤔 that’s it i think

note -> okay soz this will be a series of all the members, i’m gonna make a masterlist for it when i finish all of them probably. i’m scared on how this will do or if people will even enjoy it but ik there’s people dying for more sub!txt content and i am here to provide 😼 ngl i also forgot who rooms with who and if soobin was the only one with a singular room so i just went off what i’ve heard recently. also soobin is blonde in this because i will never get over blonde soobin i miss him v much.

pt 2 of my ot5 poly txt au

It’s around 10:30 at night when you and the boys get home from a long day of non stop practice, clumsily taking off their shoes, slipping into house slippers and hanging their jackets. beomgyu clings to your waist as you both waddle towards the kitchen.

You turn to him once there and cup his face with both hands, taking note of the scattered fading blemishes he had on his cheeks. beomgyu let’s his long lashes flutter against his cheekbones as he enjoyed the warmth of your palms. “did you drink enough water today, puppy?” you ask as you brush his bangs out of his eyes, noting that his hair grew longer since he last cut it.

He hums and just purs into your hands instead of answering and his reluctance to respond to you properly gives you your answer. you pull away from his embrace despite his whine and pour him a glass of water with ice. “drink this and go take care of your skin, okay? And make sure you don’t go to sleep in the clothes you’ve been in all day.”

You watch him nod with a pout then pucker his lips out for a kiss. you roll your eyes but give him a chaste kiss anyway. he giggles into your lips and moves to deepen it but you pluck yourself away before he can try. “c‘mon pup your gonna be tired in the morning if you don’t go now.”

turning him around you usher him out the kitchen with the glass in hand and towards his bedroom while he huffs out small ‘okay, okay’s and pads off to his room. just as he leaves yeonjun comes in the kitchen to get a water bottle out the fridge before grinning fondly at the scene. he places his bottle on the counter before wrapping his arms around your neck and scattering wet kisses all over your face and stopping at your mouth.

“you did so good today Jagi. looked so sexy dancing. Just wanted you to take me right there..” yeonjun murmurs against your lips. he watches you smile and lean to knock your forehead with his before licking his nose.

he sputters and groans while you move to squeeze his ass with a laugh. “ Thank you pretty boy, i was watching you too and you did amazing,” you peck his plump lips and lock eyes with him, “As always.” Normally he’d agree with a smug ‘of course, i’m always amazing.’ but seeing the genuinely loving look glaze over your eyes has him looking away and blushing like a little boy.

“T-Thank you..” he stutters, all of a sudden feeling shy and hot. he looks over your shoulder at the time on the microwave and remembers how late it is. Yeonjun grabs his forgotten water bottle and pecks your lips again before uttering a dreamy goodnight and a reminder to visit the maknaes then heads off to bed.

You grab another water bottle from the fridge before heading off to their room, as well as grabbing a stray molang plushie off the couch. upon approaching the boys room you can tell their both already laying down with the lights off due to the quiet sounds of youtube videos through the crack of their door.

After delivering a knock you enter their room and see taehyun watching his phone while in bed, kai seemingly already asleep facing his mountain of plushies. you pad over to taehyun as he smiles at you over his phone, “hyung!” he quietly exclaims before dropping his phone and opening his arms wide for a hug. you chuckle while setting down the water bottle on the stand next to his bed and dropping the stuffed bunny on the floor.

Engulfing him in a hug, you press warm kisses in the sensitive crook of his neck. Taehyun squeaks and pulls you away to watch the amused curl of your lips. “how was your day today prince?” you unravel one arm from him to lay next to him and rub a thumb over his faint eyebags, “ my baby looks so tired.”

He places a hand over yours and presses into his cheek, closing his eyes prettily, much like beomgyu. “I’m okay, hyung. My day was tiring but i got through it like always.” he opens his big boba eyes to gaze at you with an adorable grin, corner of his eyes crinkling in fondness at your concern, “you don’t have to worry about me. plus, i did good today, right?”

He watches you expectantly, huge eyes anticipating the praise he craves from you so dearly. “Yes my prince, you did so good. My good boy.” you pur. Taehyun visibly vibrates at your words, brightly beaming at you with his adorable dimple poking out from his cheek. He lurches forward and connects your lips, kiss filled with joy and happy emotions.

taehyun presses against you and hooks a leg around your waist, pulling you on top of him to smother him into the bed. he moans happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to get as close as possible as if you were to let go. you prod at his soft lips with your tongue and he happily lets you. humming into his mouth as he sucks your appendage then proceeds to slot against your lips once more.

You press him further into the mattress, rolling your hips down into him as he whines into you. your about to grind into him once more when you hear a sleepy voice from across the room;“hyung?”

you part from taehyun at the sound, resisting the urge to destroy him when you see him laying beneath you with such a hazy ‘fuck me’ look strewn across his dazed features. mouth wet and slightly swollen and tank top disheveled enough to where a brown nipple peaks from the side. you reluctantly turn your head to the side and see kai rubbing his eye then gazing at you both from his bed, “Me too.. please?”

his pretty eyes almost hypnotize you towards him in the dark room, the light from taehyuns forgotten phone the only thing allowing you to see his dreamy features. “c’mere then.” you beckon him over from your position, both you and taehyun watching him hop out of bed and shuffle over towards the both of you.

Kai stands in front of the bed, playing with his own fingers and waits patiently as you look over him. he’s in his boxers and a old pokémon tee that’s stretched at the collar, showing a good part of his bare chest and collarbones. you sit up on your knees with taehyun still between your legs, reaching for kai’s neck and bringing his face to yours.

“lay next to me baby,” you whisper, letting him crawl over you and tyun before settling on the opposite side, both boys now sandwiching you on the bed. he faces you and slots your thigh between his while he stares at your lips with desperate eyes, so so cute and obvious about what he wants.

you giggle and lean forward, pressing your lips against his wet ones. you both sigh into the kiss, licking at each other as his squeaky moans muffle into your mouth. you bite his bottom lip, sucking his tongue when he opens his mouth to moan loudly in surprise.

Kai starts subconsciously grinding against your thigh, pulling away by an inch to pant hot breathes against your face. “ah.. hyung,” he pauses to whine, “please— touch me, p-please touch me hyung!” kai whimpers, humping your leg with more fever.

taehyun watches kai from beside you, squirming with his own need and whining quietly under his breath, he wants your attention on him too. tyun places a hand on your navel, trailing his hand lower until he’s hitting the waistband of your sleep shorts. A hand gropes at the half-hard bulge forming between your legs, fondling in slow up and down movements.

He pants at the thought of having it in his mouth. tight, hot mouth suckling on the delicious head, gagging and choking on your delicious cock while stuffing his throat full. big wonderful eyes glossing over with the need to bury it deep inside him. he moves to slide his hand inside your pants to finally fish out what he’s been craving when he feels a hand on his wrist.

Taehyun snaps his head up towards you, realizing that you’ve long stopped playing with kai— in return letting him hump the air with his tongue out like a mutt. “Uh-uh tyunnie. I didn’t say you could touch, now did i?” you tut, moving his hand away and sitting up between both boys. “ You boys are so dirty. Can’t just kiss without getting drunk for my cock, hm?”

Both of them move to sit up along with you but you push them back down and shake your head with a faux sympathetic look. “If both of you want to cum so bad why don’t you play with each other? hyung is busy.” you move to go off the bed, picking up the stuffed molang plushie and placing it between the both of them. Hyuka immediately starts grinding his hips into the poor plush, pressing it into taehyun by doing so.

“A-Ah, hyung! Don’t be mean.” he stutters out. hyuka clings to his body, steadily grinding his hips into the stuffed animal, the force of his thrusts pushing it into tyuns neglected hard on as well. kai’s heavy tongue licks into taehyuns neck, causing him to whine and squeeze his eyes shut from the pleasure. “h-hyunggg,” he mewls out of habit. though he’s long forgotten you left him as you slip out of his room, quietly closing the door.

At the entrance of soobins room you stand in the dark, the door is shut behind you but you make no move to leave your spot. across the room soobin lays in his bed with his headphones on and head practically sucked into his phone.

his legs slightly hang off the long edge of the bed, toes curling and uncurling in tandem with each other. your eyes trail a bit higher, landing on the very noticeable bulge twitching through his boxers. every once in a while his hips would jut up into the air, hopelessly seeking friction.

you smile to yourself at his eagerness, deciding to end his pitiful suffering. soobin nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand cup him through his underwear— slamming his phone on the bed and ripping his headphones off.

“H-Hyung!” without the light of his phone you could only make out his wide doe eyes staring at you in surprise. you giggle and flick on his bedside lamp letting the light illuminate as much as it could. soobins flushed cheeks are more prominent this way, his cute ears practically dyed red and blonde hair messily unkept with strands sticking every direction.

You squeeze at his bulge, snapping him out of his surprised state and causing a cute whine to slip out his lips. “What are you watching that got you so worked up, bunny?” as soon as the pet name leaves your lips his hips twitch harshly upwards. your teasing grin widens at the action, groping him tighter and leaning down to lick a stripe up his neck.

“aah, y-yeonjunie hyung sent me a video of him playing with—“ he cuts himself off with a gasp when you suck on a particularly sensitive part of his neck, “ah! ah! his toys!! playing with his toys—!” soobin trembles in your hold, resisting the urge to curl away from your actions.

His toys hm? i’ll remember that. “Your supposed to tell me when they send you stuff like this bunny, shouldn’t Binnie get punis-“

“No!” soobin practically yelped upon hearing the word, he hates getting punished. He’s so eager to please that he barely ever acts out, unlike beomgyu and taehyun, but when he is punished he’s immediately fucked out and trying to redeem himself. “Bunny’s been good! S-So good!! bunny didn’t touch himself at all, jus watched Jjunie-hyung! Don’t want t’be puni-“

Suddenly, your hand latched onto his throat, pressing down tightly and pulling a harsh gasp out of him. Soobin immediately looked at your face above him, dark and ticked with anger.

“Did I say you could talk over me, Mutt?” Your palm dug deeper into his neck and angled his head to the side, bracing his flushed cheek towards you. “Can’t fucking talk now can you huh? Dumb bunny, nothing in this head right? Just a pretty face who can't just listen to his hyung." Soobin nodded along with every word as you bring your other hand up and press down on his lower lip, watching him loll his tongue out on instinct.

Soobin stared up at you the best he could through dazed eyes, drool beginning to leak from the side of his mouth. "You want it, don't you?" you whisper, daring him to speak through choked gasps. Soobin nodded his head to the best of his ability, sticking his tongue out farther while pleading with his eyes; yes, yes yes give it to me, please.

Your hand firmly holds open his jaw as you spit harshly into his mouth. "Swallow it." you let go of his throat and watch him gulp down his treat, letting out gasped ‘thank you's’ as he catches his breath. Soobin opens his mouth again proudly showing that he swallowed like you told him to.

You pull and snap the band of his boxers back onto his skin, “Off, now.” and Soobin scrambles to shrug the clothing down his lanky legs. He instinctively curls his legs up to his chest, veiny arms hooking under both his knees, baring his ass to you with a soft whine.

An adorable heart shaped plug rests snugly between soobins unmarked cheeks, “ Oh, fuck bunny..” you whisper in awe, slowly easing the plug out while watching his hole stretch around the wide base.

Soobin whined long and high pitched, throwing his head back into the pillow. “ Ahh please!! Please hyung!” he mindlessly begged, keening when he felt the plug being fucked in and out of him lewdly.

Soobin loudly wails when you finally pull it out of him, letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure when he feels two of your fingers circle around his rim. “ M’ready, m’ready hyung please fuck me! b-bunny’s been a good boy!”

you chuckle at the impatient tone in his voice, sinking your fingers into him and pumping deliciously against his walls. you don’t know how much longer you can resist him yourself, still tight gummy insides just begging to swallow your cock whole.

reluctantly slipping your fingers out of him and leaning back, you pull your sleep shorts down to your knees along with your boxers. You spit into your hand, fisting along the shaft while soobin drools at the sight.

His toes curl once he feels the wet tip prod at his hole and slowly push into him. He fights the urge to close his eyes instead of watching every inch of you sink inside him. “Oh, please..” Soobin whines out. Every single ridge and vein of your meaty cock deliciously dragging against his walls until you bottom out, leaving him twitching and breathless—barely able to speak from being so full.

With his pouty lips permanently held open in a silent moan and his doe eyes fighting back tears, Soobin silently pleads to start moving. You narrow your eyes at him for daring to ask anything when he’s pissed you off already, slowly pulling out until just the tip throbs inside of him and slamming your hips forward— dragging a loud wail out of him.

Your hips move like clockwork; heavily pounding him into the mattress with a bruising grip on his meaty thighs, each thrust pumping into him harder than the last and knocking the air out of soobins throat.

“So pretty, bunny.” you groaned out, angling your hips as deep as possible until your thighs ached. Soobin sobbed and let go of his legs, hands digging into the sheets next to his head. “ So fucking good.” you pushed forward until your chest was flush against his— as close as you could get with his knees pressing to his shoulders.

The new angle served as the perfect position for your cock to ram straight into his prostate, a loud squeal immediately flying out of his lips. “Hyung— oh my god..!” Soobins back arched as deep as it possibly could while being pressed into the bed, hands grabbing onto your back, hard. “Fuck it’s—! it’s sho good! sso good hyung, don’t stop! please ffuck me harder! Aaah..”

Soobin practically screams each time you pummel against that sweet spot inside of him, legs kicking wildly in the air. “Bunny— fuck m’ gonna cum soon, shit!” you moan into his ear. soobin can barely speak in response. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips bucked up into you the best he could, dumb cock twitching frantically between your bodies.

You quickly sit up and lay each of his legs on either side of your hips, his hands instantly flying to his flushed nipples. you lean back and resume your thrusts but this time fucking straight into his prostate. Each thrust tightening the band threatening to snap in his lower tummy, leaving his swollen dick bobbing helplessly with the force.

“C-Cum for me Bunny, make hyung proud.” It only took one of your hands fisting his throbbing tip to have him crying out a broken ‘c-cumming!’ and making a mess of himself all over his abdomen. You follow soon after him, burying deep and shooting your load into his warm insides, collapsing onto his wet chest.

Both of you start to doze off in each other sticky mess, even though you should get up and clean it before a staff member finds the both of you like this. Soobin mumbled quiet ‘i love you’s’ into your sweaty hair, dragging his tired limbs up and down your scratched back. Before your mind can teeter off into the sweet relief of sleep you press tender kisses against his pecs, playfully licking at his nipple and giggling at his sensitive whine.

The both of you are snoring by the time soobins phone pings with multiple messages from the groupchat:

Beommie 🧸

god are you guys FINALLY finished??

thought you guys were gonna fuck all night, jesus.

guys???

oh so now your quiet

holy shit don’t tell me tyun and kai are going at it to

omg you horndogs!

jjunie hyung 🫶🏼

just go to sleep beoms.

…

actually, come over

hearing them got me all needy

Beomie 🧸

🫡

[hyukakisses]

your emo hyuka and puppygirl reader fic was so cute 🥹🥹 love your writing a lot! but i was wondering, do you think you can do something similar with emo beomgyu but this time a bunnygirl reader? if not that’s fineee

(omg thank you..)

-emo beomgyu dating a bunny reader! (request)

pairings: beomgyu x fem reader

plot: random beomgyu dating a bunny girl headcanons

warnings: smut, use of pet names (baby, bun, bunny), fluff

-small puffs of your breathing could be heard as you lazily munch on your treats, “do.. do you want some?” you lift the carrot you were chewing on up to your boyfriends face while you caught him staring at you

-despite your cute nature, beomgyu struggled with taking care of you. “fuck! what- what was that for?!” beomgyu shouts in pain when you latch your bunny teeth into his arm. “that’s for ignoring me for your stupid video game!” you’d shout back thumping your foot down

-beomgyu would only sigh at your temper tantrums, but also secretly finding them cute. “look im sorry baby the guys just want one night of hanging out i swear i’ll be back before eleven” “but they always wanna hang out it’s like you forget you have a girlfriend at home” you’d only whine out a response

-your boyfriend would attempt to calm you down but things only escalated. “are you gay or something?” “what? no” “then why are you so determined to leave me for a night out with your guy friends!”

-the only way beomgyu was able to fix things was pounding you silly before heading out; “i-i love you!” you’d moan sweetly once you were close to cumming, your pretty eyes fluttering close as you felt your boyfriend ring covered fingers rubbing against your cute clit. the emo boy chuckles his hips smacking so close to your stomach, “you sure bun? sure you don’t just love getting your cunnie stuffed and filled with my cum? i could have swore you were telling me how much you hated me earlier.” you were so spent you just whimper out a no

-you’d immediately hop into beomgyu’s arms whenever he came home after hanging out with his annoying friends, latching your lips to his cock as soon as he was seated on a nearby couch. you were always so needy around your boyfriend

-“s-shit slow down bunny im not going anywhere” beomgyu would run his hand down your cute bunny ears, watching you hurriedly down your lips on his pink member. the emo boy was scared you’d choke

-beomgyu noticed you also had a bit of an oral fixation, your small mouth always craving anything. you either had carrots in your, a bottle of your boyfriends cum, his fingers or cock. but you wouldn’t have it either way ): always thanking beomgyu for satisfying your “princess orders” as you both liked to call it >3<

[holybibly]

I see that many bunnies are interested in the religious theme and the hierophilia kink, so I'm thinking of writing something in that style in the very near future.

One of my favourite sayings is "The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favourite" from American Horror Story, and I thought about it a lot today, and after watching the new MV, the plot for new fic itself took shape in my head.

I can also choose some of your ideas if you have them. You can leave a comment or send me a request in my inbox.

You are a novice sister in a convent, and the day must soon come when you will have to take your vows to God and become a nun. As this special day approaches, you are increasingly aware of a dark, demonic presence at your side. You have strange dreams; the nuns in the convent start disappearing one by one, and this black cat that suddenly appears out of nowhere follows you.

On the very night that you are supposed to take your vows in the monastery, the devil himself comes to you to corrupt your soul and defile your body.

"You can hear the rustle of his wings as the demon circles around you, looking for a hole in your unshakeable posture so that he can penetrate your consciousness and take possession of you. The Angel of Darkness himself came to you this night, and he won't leave until he gets what he wants.

The knot of fear that is slowly growing in the pit of your stomach only grows tighter as you feel the hot breath of the demon on the back of your neck. You whispered a prayer, squeezing the round beads of your rosary between your fingers, and kept your eyes fixed on the beautifully decorated altar above which hung a heavy crucifix. The small cross swayed faintly in the air. The silver glowed with an unearthly flame, catching the scattered glow of candles in the half-light.

"Just one glance, my love. Just one, and I will give you the paradise that you have dreamed of for so long." The words are sweet, but they are poisoned with the sagar of sin and vice. And your chest tingles with the dark, unbridled feeling of being tempted to give in to his will, but the demon is right—just one look and you'll belong to him. "

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Harringrove Halloween Ficlet

I didn't have time to participate in kinktober or to write a full spooky fic this year, but there is no stopping my love for this season or how it gets the plot bunnies hopping. Shout out to @robthegoodfellow for listening to my brain rot and helping this come together.

I was laughing at all those "Satan impregnates his bride" memes, and IDK bumbling Satantic Witch!Steve was born.

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The Bride of Satan.

There’s a naked man on Steve’s bed. Maybe hey's still a boy. No telling. He’s built like - holy shit - but there’s a roundness to the slope of his shoulders and the edges of his face, that could be called baby soft. Could mean he’s closer to Steve’s own age of nineteen than the wear and tear on his body and the layers of compact muscle imply.

Steve absolutely does not look at the naked man’s dick, so it doesn’t factor into the boy vrs man argument blitzing through his head, like at all. Not that it should. That would be weird - and also Steve doesn’t have time to worry about how old the stranger in his bed is. He needs to figure out some way to send him back to wherever he came from. And, most importantly of all, he needs to repeat the summoning spell before the moonlight is gone or the ritual will be ruined. If he fucks up the ceremony there will be no way to hide it from the rest of the coven.

He looks back down at the heavy book he’s been studying for months in preparation for this night, rereading the steps to the spell. He did everything right. He’s sure of it. Said the words to invite the devil in and strengthen the coven.

He drank the wine and ate the herb at just the right spots, and stripped himself down to his cotton briefs without tipping over from the high. He’d felt the tingle in his fingers and toes spread out in a warm rush all over his body just like Paul (who had done the ceremony the year before) had described when he'd asked.

Roll the blades of willow grass in… wait. Shit. Realizing that he’d already read that part, Steve blinks slowly and refocuses his eyes on the page. This would be so much easier if the page would stop pulsing. He doesn't pretend to understand the magic, but right now there should be a naked girl in his bed. Maybe a witch from one of their sister covens, or just some ordinary girl from the suburbs who wouldn’t know anything about fertility rituals or witches; but a girl.

Because it’s a god damned fertility ritual! Frustrated Steve heaves the book aside and drops his head into his arms, defeated. The Child is definitely not coming this year. Fuck! He’d messed it up somehow. How had he messed up this bad?

Steve swallows and tries to ignore the little voice of shame in his head that says he knows exactly how the ritual failed, and Nancy's voice following it like an echo.

You have to believe. You have to want it Steve or it loses its power.

Yes well. Forgive him for having mixed feelings on ushering in the birth of the anti-christ. That's like - huge.

The sound of shifting on the bed alerts him to the fact that the stranger is waking up, but Steve can’t muster up enough care to look up from his knees. His life is pretty much over right now. If he’s not banished from the coven for good for being such a colossal waste of witch, he’ll eat his hat. Paul's seed hadn't taken but at least he actually completed the ritual!

“Uh…who the hell are you?” The man on the bed says in a softer tone than Steve would have expected for someone waking up in his position.

The words are right, but the blond sounds kind of slow and muzzy, like he’s about to fall back asleep. So not a witch then. Ordinary humans aren’t as tolerant of the magic as satan's daughters and their descendants are. Thank the morning star for small blessings. It means that when this stranger wakes up back in his own bed or wherever the devil found him, he won’t remember any of this.

"I'm fucked." Steve answers into his knees, and the stranger shifts again on the bed.

"Oh. Well hi Fuck-Head. I'm Billy."

Steve snorts a laugh, surprised that it's only a little bit bitter. Okay. That was funny. Intrigued despite himself Steve raises his head and peers over at the man. He's sitting up now, balanced on one elbow, gazing down at Steve with soft blue eyes fanned by honey colored lashes. Steve gulps.

"How come you're not scared?"

Billy shrugs.

"Either this is a dream or Eddie was right and I'm about to be sacrificed to the devil." he answers, head moving back and forth slowly as he eyes the ring of animal bones and rows of burning candles that surround the bed.

"Eddie talks too much." Steve grumbles, before it sinks in that if Billy knows Eddie than he must be a local. There are obviously non-believers in Hawkins but the Coven has been going strong here for hundreds of years so maybe Billy comes from a family of witches after all. He doesn't know why a little spark of hope starts burning inside him at the thought.

"So I am being sacrificed?"

"No. I mean you were supposed to be," Steve tries to explain while Billy gives him a skeptical look. He sighs. "Look yeah I summoned you but you're not right for the ritual, so I guess you're off the hook."

"What, you telling me I'm not a good enough human sacrifice Pretty Boy? Last time I checked I fit the bill."

"Last time you checked, huh?" Steve huffs, biting back a smile. "I don't think there are qualifications for human sacrifices."

Billy shakes his head with a click of his tongue.

"See that's where you're wrong. What if I was like a rapist, or had murdered a bunch of kids? The sacrifice has to be pure right? Where's the fun in devouring a soul that is already hellbound? "

He's definitely a witch! Steve thinks, elated, only to doubt himself a moment later. Or maybe he's just super into the occult, like Eddie.

"Babe. Blond. Virgin." Billy ticked off on his fingers, a shit eating grin creeping over his face. It's a little unsettling what with the glaze over his eyes. "That's how it goes, and I'm all three baby."

Steve huffs a laugh. Can't help it. Yeah thats how it goes in the movies, but in reality the devil isn't all that picky about who humans decided to serve up in his honor. That is a trivial human decision gladly left in the hands of his faithful followers. It is the end of the world and the coming of The Child that he took very very seriously.

"Well lucky for you this isn't that kind of sacrifice."

"What kind is it then?" Billy asks dropping his hand into his lap and shifting on the bed.

"It's - are you jerking off?!"

Billy's hand pauses momentarily where it's rubbing over the stiffening flesh between his legs. He sounds surprised when he answers.

"Oh. Yeah. Kinda super horny actually."

Oh. Right. Of course he is.

"That's part of the magic." Steve explains. "It's easier to complete the ritual if you're in like a faugh or whatever."

"Horny fog. Got it. And this ritual, what's that about?"

"Well it's layered. We offer the devil a host and he strengthens the coven."

"Uh huh."

Steve bites his lip. Swallows. It is very hard trying to recall his ceremonial history when Billy keeps stroking his cock like that. It fits nicely in his hand. Not comically big, but just big enough and flushed an almost pretty shade of red.

"In exchange he takes our seed, our mortal flesh, and sews into another." Steve finishes in a rush. "To make a baby. Sometimes."

"Fuck. That's weird." Billy says, stroking himself faster. Steve can't take his eyes off of him.

"Yeah... very weird."

"Didn't think old lucy was such a family guy."

"He's not really. There's only been daughters so far and he needs a son."

For some reason this made Billy toss back his head and laugh.

"Sounds like my dad."

Steve doesn't have to ask what he means. Most of the dads he knows are pricks and Billy can't mean he's devil born. If The Child had come before now Steve wouldn't be in this predicament - which would be sitting on the floor of his bedroom with a raging hard on, watching a stranger jerk off in his bed.

"So you see now? I fucked up. I can't do the ritual and that's gonna weaken the coven."

Billy hums, and the sound goes straight to Steve's dick. Fuck he's starting to leak and it's just embarrassing because there's no way to hide the wet spot seeping through his briefs. Why is this his life?!

"How do you know you fucked it up?" Billy suddenly asks, jerking Steve out of his spiral.

"Huh? What do you mean. Billy, I can't impregnate you!"

"You could try! Damn it, I'm dying over here." Billy cries in exasperation releasing his dick - now an angry looking red bordering on purple - and Steve scrambles to his feet in alarm as Billy throws himself backwards onto the bed.

"Billy-?" Steve reaches for him, worried as the blond squirms on the bed before flopping over onto his stomach and grinding his hips down into the mattress.

"Look. You said sometimes. Sometimes there's a baby. But your coven still gets its power boost or whatever the fuck." Billy grunts between humps. Steve has no idea where he's going with this.

"Yeah?"

"So, I'm here! I'm here and obviously devil spawn isn't required, so just fuck me!"

Billy is right Steve realizes. He's so right! He's beautiful and brilliant and so so right!

Grinning, Steve shucks his briefs. He's on top of Billy a moment later.

[chaotic-mystery]

Atta Girl | J.M.

Pairing: Joel Miller x plus size f!reader

Synopsis: Joel loves your body just as much as you do and shows you how much he can’t get enough of you.

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ minors dni! Porn with very little plot, reader is plus size & hardly insecure but has a moment where she asks if Joel is sure he wants her to ride his face, face riding, Joel squeezes you everywhere, praise, a little degrading if you squint at the end, spanking, light choking, Joel telling you what to do, dirty talk, pet names (baby doll, bunny, etc) pull out method to make you a toaster strudel hehe, Joel calls himself daddy like one time, oral (f receiving) unprotected sex, readers hair is long enough to pull. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.9K || A/N: I just want all my plus sized babies to know they are beautiful and Joel Miller would fuck you so hard he’d leave whipped and wanting more. This was a request I received and as a plus sized girl myself, I wanna see more positive stories about the reader already loving her body. I’m nervous posting this, but fuck it here we go!

Splitting wood for the fireplace wasn’t something you enjoyed whenever it needed to be done. Joel wasn’t around since he was on patrol duty and wasn’t sure if he’d be back before the sun went down behind the mountains in Jackson, meaning it was in fact your turn to chop wood. Not wanting to get any of your shirts dirty with mud, you thought it would be a great idea to wear one of his many flannels. Now, they didn’t hang off your body and that was okay, he actually enjoyed the way you’d tie the material up about halfway over your tummy, letting your breasts push together just a tad by the knot.

That’s how you ended up in the back of your shared cabin with Joel, sweat coating your forehead and your chest glistening in the late evening sun. Grunting with every split of wood and a chunk flying off the stump, you were almost to the end of the pile when the small screen door attached to the porch swung open, your worn out and starved man coming outside into the yard. Joel's hands went to his hips and his head dropped as he chuckled, looking back up at you. “The hell are ya doin’ sweet girl? I told you I was gonna do this when I got back from patrollin’.” His face slightly changed when he noticed his shirt tied up and pushing your breasts together just enough for him to forget how to speak.

Holding the axe in one hand and brushing off your dirt stained hands onto your jeans that were hugging your hips deliciously, you shook your head quickly and looked back at him as if he said something completely crazy. “No, no I’m more than capable of chopping wood for our fireplace in our house, Joel. It’s not a big deal, it’s just another shirt you lose.” You poke fun at him as you squat down to gather the pieces when you could hear the faintest groan from Joel behind you.

His head was spinning and landed in dark waters that flooded his mind with vile and unholy thoughts about you. He was watching your jeans get tighter around your ass as you squatted down, they were almost becoming a second skin to you. Those were the jeans he loved to see you in because they hugged your curves in all the places he loved the most- everywhere.

“If you stare any harder you’re going to burn holes into my ass, Joel.” You snark and stack up a few pieces of wood in your arms to start heading to the screen door. He snaps out of the trance your plump ass had him in and makes it to the door before you and holds it open, allowing you to walk in before him. He wanted more time to watch your hips swing with every step you take but also he was a southern gentleman at heart, so holding doors open for you wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Baby I’m sorry I jus’ can’t help it. You’re so sexy and I just can't can’t stop staring at the way your jeans fit ya. The way your shirt rides up and shows off your back a lil bit.” He whispered into your ear as you stood still for a second, his hands grabbing your plush hips, thumbs brushing over the soft skin that was peeking under the shirt that was riding up. A smirk plastered on your face, you continued on your way to the fireplace that was empty of wood and got down on all fours, starting to toss wood into the hole. Right on queue, Joel leans against the wall of the living room, watching your ass rock back and forth as the pile next to you dwindles down rapidly. The way your thighs pressed against each other like perfect puzzle pieces had his jeans getting tighter and tighter, his cock getting harder with every second passing by. Your breasts were practically spilling from your tank top with you bent over, a true sight for Joel to remember the next time he needed something to think about when he was alone. With no words spoken, Joel walks over towards you and kneels behind you and runs his hands over the curve of your ass, grunting slowly.

“You’re so beautiful, jus’ wanna pin you down right here and make you feel so good, honey.” His words shoot tingles all the way down your back and before you knew it, you were arching your back a little more, wiggling your ass in front of him.

“Who, me?” You innocently ask, tossing the rest of the wood inside the fireplace. Joel’s hands grab your hair gently and give a little tug, nudging you to stand up on your knees. One of his hands wraps around your stomach to hold you close, squeezing you against him. “Yes, you. Want ya to plant this beautiful pussy on my face and don’t stop ridin’ until I can’t breathe.” “Are you sure about that cowboy? I’ll do it, I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He scoffed and grabbed your squishy cheeks, pinching them together.

“Stop that right now, you hear me? There’s no way you could hurt me. Now, take off your fuckin’ jeans and panties and put your pussy on my face.” You hastily get out of your jeans and panties, tossing them over by the corner and Joel wiped his face in complete awe, your curves on full display for him to scan over closely. “I can almost taste you already baby doll, fuck.” Joel rips off his shirt and lays on the couch, resting his head right on the arm rest. “Climb up here and get comfy, darlin’. I’m not stoppin’ until you’re beggin’ me to stop.” He pats the cushion on the side of his head and grins like he won the lottery and to him he did. He was about to have his way with you and tear you apart. You crawl over to the couch and kiss his side, making your way up his chest messily and to his lips, his firm hands grabbing your round face to hold you closer. “Cmon now I’m not gettin’ any younger and I’m starvin.” He growls and yanks you from the floor, giving your ass a good smack, feeling it jiggle under his hand. With his help you climb up and hover over his face, nervous to rest your full weight on him. His strong arms wrap around your thick thighs and pull you down onto him, his lips connecting to your clit instantly. His tongue licked up your juices and twirled circles around your bud, his eyes shutting in bliss. Your fingers tugged at the salt and peppered hair under you and your back arched deeply, moaning his name breathlessly. “Joel oh my god, fuck that’s so damn good, don’t stop.” Reaching behind your back, you unclasped your bra and ditched his shirt, letting your breasts fall from the fabric and into your hands. He was humming under you as he moved his face from side to side, still licking and sucking on your clit. Your hips move back and forth on his face, his grip tightening around your thighs, bringing out your whimpers from deep inside you. “Atta girl, ride my face like that.” His words vibrate against your pussy and you grind against his face faster, just on the brink of cumming. Before you could let go on his face, he pulled you down off the back of the couch and took off his pants and boxers, bending you over the armrest of the couch his head was just on. Joel’s hand collides with your plump ass once more before he spreads your cheeks apart, burying his cock inside your hole with a throaty groan. You cry out his name and hang your head, his hands coming around and grabbing handfuls of your breasts. He squeezes tightly as he begins to thrust in and out, moaning how good you feel wrapped around him. Joel pushes down on the middle of your back and runs his hand up your side, “Bet you like that huh, my cock deep inside you poundin’ away so hard it makes you think about nothin’ but my hips smackin’ against your perfect ass.” He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and groans out your name once more. “Fuck yeah I do, baby. I love the way you tear me up from the inside out and make me so dick dumb and fucked out, all that’s on my mind is being a slut for you.” Your filthy mouth gets him going once more, drawing out more moans from him than before. His arms wrap around your soft tummy and flip you over, laying you down gently on your back against the couch cushions. You reach down and grab his cock, shoving it deep inside you once more so he can start fucking you again. Joel smirks at your eagerness and licks his lips quickly just at the mere sight of you shoving yourself full of his cock.

“Such an eager lil thing huh? Can’t wait a few seconds f’me to do it, you gotta do it yourself?” “I love the way you feel inside me Joel, can’t get enough of you. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Joel’s warm hand presses down on your velvety abdomen, keeping you right where he wanted you. He leans down and presses his face against your supple breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple while he thrusts harder inside you, trying to get you to beg for him to slow down. His free hand moves to your other nipple and pinches it a few times before grabbing the entire pillowy breast, squishing it in his hand. “Fuck- bunny I’m not gonna last much longer, not with your body lookin’ so damn good the way it does. You’re squeezin’ around my cock and you know that drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” He grunts against the shell of your ear and nuzzles his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your cheek. As your face contorts with pleasure, you can feel yourself about to cum all over his cock. “Yeahhh jus’ like that for me sweet girl, cum on daddy’s cock like a good girl, I can feel it. Jus’ let go all over me baby.” He pants into your neck and grabs your hair as your legs shake, cumming all over him. Your screams of his name and curse words echo throughout the living room and you swear your neighbors could hear you loud and clear. Joel’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, indicating he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sitting up slowly, he pulls out from your tight entrance and cums all over your tummy, groaning everything under the sun that he could think of. As he milked himself empty on you, you giggled at the pool of cum dribbling down your sides. Joel throws his head back trying to catch his breath as he sits down in the seat next to you, his eyes still closed from the euphoria of unloading all over his girl. “Jus’ give me a second and I’ll get a rag to clean you up and getcha some water baby. Fuck, you are somethin’ else.” he joked and kissed the top of your hand tiredly.