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dollfacefantasy · 6 months

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Just Like the Movies

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend dons the ghostface mask to let you live out a fantasy

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, cnc, praise/degradation, knife play, predator/prey dynamic (he chases her idk what to call it), dacryphilia, voyeurism mentions

word count: 3.4k

a/n: i wanted to write at least one spooky thing for halloween and i love scream so here you go. i'm working on requests i promise, i just wanted to get this out before october ends. as always, thank you for the comments and reblogs <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz ghostface photo used in the header is from @/oikizumi on pinterest!

An old scary movie plays on the television as you relax on the couch after a hard week. You had a soft blanket draped over you and a bowl of popcorn in your lap. The missing piece was your boyfriend. You were just waiting for him to come home and join you for your little makeshift marathon.

You casually watch the movie while lifting handfuls of popcorn to your mouth. You had seen this one before so it wasn’t scaring you, but it was entertaining enough to pass the time with until Leon returned to you.

It was getting to be that time of evening when he usually came marching through the door, tired from work but still with open arms for you to slide into. He hadn’t come home yet though. As you’re wondering where your lover could be, your phone begins to ring.

You sit up and grab it from the table in front of you.

No caller ID.

You raise your eyebrows at the strange nature of that. Assuming it’s a scam call though, you leave it be. However, the phone rings again. You actively decline the call this time. You place your phone down again, hoping that would be the end.

It wasn’t though because not even a minute later, your phone vibrates again.

You reach for the device and see a text message pop up on your lock screen.

‘Don’t ignore me, pretty girl.’

That piques your curiosity. When the phone rings again, you click the answer button and bring it to your ear.

“Hello?” you say.

“Finally, she answers the phone,” a smooth, predatory voice teases.

“Who is this?” you ask.

“Oh c’mon, you don’t wanna ruin the fun already, do you babydoll?” he purrs.

“Well, what do you want?” you ask. The cadence of the voice was familiar, but the actual sound of it, you couldn’t place. It didn’t sound like anyone you knew in real life.

“To talk to you. I guess you could say I’m kind of lonely,” he says with mock sadness.

“Aw, well I’m not, so bye,” you say and hang up the phone. As you begin to place that voice and the cadence behind it, Leon’s late arrival makes sense. You had disclosed this little fantasy to him recently. And it seemed like he had got the modulator to sound just like the movie for you.

Not even ten seconds go by before the phone rings again. An excited chill comes over you as you lift it and accept the call.

“Hello?”

“Why’d you hang up on me, angel? That’s not very nice of you,” he taunts, “You doing something better right now?”

“Mhm,” you hum.

“Yeah? What’s so important that you can’t spare a few moments of your precious time?”

“I’m about to watch some scary movies,” you say, a smile spreading on your face. You sit up on the couch more as you feel where this conversation is going.

“Scary movies? I like scary movies,” he says, “Tell me, do you have a favorite?”

“I like Scream. You ever seen that one?” you say teasingly.

“I’m familiar,” he says, “That one’s not really scary though. I bet I could give you more of a thrill.”

“Mm, maybe. But sadly for you, my boyfriend will be home soon.”

“Boyfriend? That’s a shame,” he says, his voice becoming a hint darker.

“I’m sure it is. Anyways, I should be going…” you trail off knowingly.

“C’mon, blondie can wait a few more minutes.”

“Blonde,” you repeat slowly, feigning fear, “How do you know he’s blonde?”

“I’ve been watching you for a while, baby. Had to make sure everything would be perfect tonight,” he says with a low laugh, “Let’s just say that we have plenty of time now.”

“Why are you doing this? Who are you?” you say, cranking up the fear in your voice. You stand up from the couch and walk to a window to see if you can spot him outside.

“That doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Plus, I thought girls liked the whole man of mystery thing,” he chuckles, “You’re honestly telling me this doesn’t turn you on?”

“It doesn’t!” you say defensively.

“Are you sure about that?” he breathes, “When I cut those slutty little shorts off you, I’m not gonna find a messy cunt crying for me to fill her?”

“No…” you say, your cheeks heating up while arousal pools in your belly.

“You don’t sound so sure,” he teases, “Y’know, I think I can see your nipples getting hard under that thin shirt all the way from here.”

You quickly step away from the window, a shiver shooting up your spine. You bite your lip. “Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

His cruel laugh crackles through the phone. “I wanna hear you cry like that when you’re cumming all over my cock.”

Every word tumbling from his lips stoked the flames of desire within you. Your veins were coursing with a primal need at this point.

“I’m gonna call the police,” you say. Your voice was breathy in what could be interpreted as terror, but in reality, it was pure lust.

“Do you think that would stop me?” he rasps into the phone, “Because, we both know I would get to you before the operator could even take your address. But let’s say you did get through. I can be quick, doll. Take what’s mine and have that tight pussy full of my cum with time to spare.”

You shift your thighs and look for the smallest semblance of friction as he lays this out to you.

“By the time any cop did get here, all they would find is a pathetic little mess, lying on the ground all fucked out and bred, a dumb smile on that pretty face.”

The tiniest whine escapes your throat from that mental image. You wonder if he heard it, but the throaty chuckle on the other end answers your question.

“You dirty fucking whore. You love this. You wanna be pinned down and used until your sweet mind is broken and completely cock drunk.”

“No, I don’t,” you say, trying to keep up the act of defiance even though your desire was palpable in your voice.

“Well, too bad. But I’ll be generous, little one. I’m telling you that I’m coming in now. A little head start if you’re smart,” he says, “You better not waste my fucking time. Give me a good chase, or I’m not gonna be nice when I catch you. Find out if your insides are as pretty as the outside.”

You hang up the phone. Your body was on fire with a mix of adrenaline and arousal. You scamper through the house into another room, wondering what to even start with. Your thoughts are cut off when you hear the back door slide open.

Your pulse thunders in your ears. You move quietly across the room you’re in, peering through the doorway back into the living room. You see him. That tall and fit body donned in a tight black t-shirt and pants. He wears black leather boots on his feet. A large hunting knife is strapped to his belt. His head is covered, and when he turns, your heart seizes at the sight of the ghostface mask.

He catches a glimpse of you through the cracked door and starts toward you. You zoom through the other door in the room, maneuvering quickly around furniture and stray clutter. Then, you loop back to the open back door. You can hear him clambering through the hall behind you. Primal fear courses through you, instinctually telling every cell in your body to run.

“Where do you think you’re going, sugar?” you hear the voice modulator crackle.

Moving through the sliding door, you dart across the backyard. The grass was wet against your feet since you didn’t have the time to grab a pair of shoes. You fumble with the gate, your hands shaking from the adrenaline coursing through you. You try to shut it behind you to delay him, but he’s already so close.

You continue sprinting into the woods behind your home. The area surrounding you was dark. It was cold out too. Your skin had broken out into goosebumps, your thin shirt and shorts not providing much warmth, and your bare feet only exacerbating the feeling.

There were trees everywhere, and it felt like there were things hiding within the dense woodland. The whole time you focused on not running into a tree, you could hear him behind you. His breathing was heavier, but it was clear he was exerting minimal effort.

You jump over overgrown roots and duck under stray branches. Despite running for a bit, you still weren’t too deep in the woods. You shoot a look behind you, trying to see if you were any closer to losing him than before. He’s just as close, and in the midst of your attempted glance, your foot catches on a rock. You cry out and tumble to the ground. Skin scrapes against the dirt and rocks beneath you.

He slows his pace to a simple walk, pulling the hunting knife from the sheath. The wide blade shimmers in the pale moonlight. He holds it up and drags a gloved fist over the silver, just like in the movies. Another, low laugh breaks through the speaker of the modulator.

“Too easy, princess,” he taunts, “Get up and keep running.”

Your eyes widen and blood rushes to the lower region of your body at the command. You stumble to your feet and stagger away. Your foot aches a little from the rock and the fall, but you continue in earnest.

He lets you go on for a while longer. Occasionally, he would intentionally fall behind, giving you the illusion that you could outrun him. But also filling you with the dread that you would be out in those woods alone.

Soon enough, he’s had enough of the chase. He speeds up and hooks his arms around your waist. He pulls you to the ground in a swift motion, whipping around your body so quickly that you could barely see it. He’s got one of his knees holding your dominant arm down while a hand holds the knife to your throat. You squirm and whimper under him, causing him to shake his head and make a noise of mock disappointment.

“Poor baby. You did all you could, didn’t you?” he coos menacingly, leaning down closer to your face, “Look at you. Out of breath, heart beating out of your chest. You tried so hard.”

He brings the knife up to your cheek and drags the tip across, not cutting you but letting you feel the cool metal on your soft skin. You whine and scrunch your face in discomfort, eliciting a cruel laugh from him. He drops the knife nearby and shakes his head.

“Not a fan of knives, sweet thing? Too scary?”

Next, you try recoiling from his touch, but he’s caging your body on the ground. The damp dirt presses against your back and smears on his clothing as he wrestles with you to keep you in place. Again, you can see how little effort it takes for him to keep you down. The display of strength has your heart beating harder with lust.

“Keep fighting me, little one. It’s my favorite part,” he breathes before shifting on top of you and roughly flipping you over.

Now, squirming only rubs your face into the soil beneath you. In this position, you can feel his hard cock against your ass. He reaches over for the knife again and brings it to the base of your spine. He uses his knee to hold down your arm again, so he can pull your skimpy top taut and slice through it with ease.

He handles you like a ragdoll and yanks it off. The knife falls to the ground again as he reaches around your body with both gloved hands to knead your breasts. You whimper at the harsh squeezes and rolls of his fingers. His face is right next to your head, and you can hear his ragged breathing under the mask.

He pinches and teases your nipples, your noises now becoming obviously pleasurable. A hand slides into your hair and grips the roots as he shoves your face to the ground. Your cheek is smooshed on the cool surface, and your lips part as your own breathing picks up. Your hips are still squirming, but now only to try and feel some friction with his dick.

“There we go. Such a little slut. Didn’t take much for you to give in. You know this is where you belong. Beneath me, stuffed full of my cock,” he groans.

His hands glide down your body, pulling your hips into place. He tugs your shorts and panties down to your knees, humming in satisfaction when he sees your dripping cunt. Two leather-covered fingers slide through your slick. They circle your puffy clit, drawing mewls from your throat. The fingers then dip inside you and pump in and out a few times. Your body shudders at the sensation.

“So fucking wet. You like this even more than I thought. So sick baby. My twisted little doll,” he teases.

He plants his free hand on the back of your neck and digs his fingers into the side of your throat. His other hand continues working your aching pussy, adding in another finger to your needy hole. You choke out a few moans as your breathing becomes more like panting.

“All this for just my fingers? Can’t imagine how you’re gonna cry on my cock. Maybe scream for me a few times,” he purrs.

After a bit more, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, shushing you when you whine in protest. You hear the sound of a zipper and the rustle of fabric being adjusted. It isn’t long before you feel the heat of his cock prodding your entrance. You shift your hips back, taking the tip in.

He grunts and his breath hitches as you clamp down on the sensitive head. Once he regains his composure, he slams his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with one thrust. You cry out and claw the dirt beneath you.

“You wanna be an impatient little bitch, I’m not gonna be gentle with you. If you’re so fucking needy that you can’t wait two seconds for my dick, I’ll treat you like the cockslut you are, sweetheart,” he says before beginning to rock his hips back and forth.

He finds a rhythm with ease. One of his hands gives your ass a few firm smacks while his other hand returns to your head to pull on your hair. The noise of your skin connecting sounds through the woods along with your whining. His grip on your hair is like a vise. The mild sting of the pull mixed with the rush of pleasure from him drilling into you brings some tears to your eyes.

“That’s right, fucking take it. This is what you were made for, sweet girl. Your body knows it,” he grunts as your walls flutter around him.

He smacks your ass again while getting more erratic with his thrusts. The hand in your hair returns to your hip to give him more leverage. His digits dig into your skin to the point of potential bruises. You whimper and moan, your head becoming cloudy while he stretches you out.

His quiet moans hit your ears and make your stomach erupt with butterflies. You tighten around his shaft. You were starting to work up a sweat despite the cool temperature of the air around you. You shudder and twitch, only causing him to hold you tighter.

Your back arches as more sinful noises pour from your lips. A particular thrust snaps something in you and breaks the dam that was holding in your tears. It felt like he was stroking deeper than ever before, and you just couldn’t hold it in. Warm drops stream from your eyes while your whimpering grows louder and less controlled.

“Are you crying, little love?” he coos, but you can hear the smirk in his voice. He starts rubbing your back with even, soothing strokes without stopping his thrusts, “Cry it out, sweetheart. It just feels too good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimper with a weak nod.

“Yes it does. I know, baby,” he says condescendingly. His gloved hand continues caressing your back while he snaps in and out. You grow louder still, whining and moaning through tears.

“Someone’s gonna hear you, doll,” he teases. Your cheeks warm with embarrassment, but you’re past the point of being able to control your volume. “You’d probably get off on that though, you little freak.”

“N-no,” you stutter out in an attempt to defend yourself, but you’re cut off by your own gasps of pleasure.

“No? You wouldn’t cum on the spot if someone saw you like this? Taking my cock like the good little whore you are. Crying cause it’s just too much for you.”

You shake your head as best you can while being pressed against the ground. Your pussy clenches around him though from the description alone.

“Sure,” he chuckles before grunting, “Someone could be watching right now. It’s so fucking dark out here you wouldn’t even know.”

You can’t hide the thrill that gives you. A loud cry tears through you and your hips squirm within his grasp, trying to get you to that peak.

“Yeah, I know you like that,” he growls, leaning down and encasing you with his arms. The new angle lets him piston himself even deeper within you.

He keeps grinding himself into you as you both feel the coils of release getting closer to snapping. One of his arms snakes around your head, his bicep curling around your neck. The plastic front of the ghostface mask presses into the side of your head. He’s grunting and moaning into your ear, bringing you right to the edge.

“I feel it coming, honey. Let it go. Cream on my cock, baby girl. Give it all to me,” he mumbles.

With no reason to hold back, you let your release explode. You writhe in his hold, gasping and crying as euphoria floods your being. You bite your lip and tilt your head back to nuzzle and sloppily kiss at the mask.

He’s not far behind you. A few thrusts later, he’s draining himself in you, filling your insides with hot and sticky cum. His hips sputter and the mask becomes misaligned on his head as the two of you press against each other.

You’re both panting in the end. Leon pulls out and rolls off of you, landing on the ground next to you. You don’t move from your place in the dirt and just look over at him. He tugs off the mask and drops it near the knife. For the first time tonight, you see his charming smile and sweet eyes, a sharp contrast to the performance he just put on. He leans over and gives you a soft kiss as he adjusts the rest of his clothing.

You still don’t move from your position. He sits up and rubs your back again. His hands massage the muscles there for a moment before trailing down your leg. He gently lifts your foot and kisses your ankle.

“Your foot ok, baby?” he asks while rubbing your thigh. Even after all that, he hadn’t forgotten your fall earlier.

“Mhm,” you hum with a nod.

“Ok, good,” he says.

He starts to help you roll over so you can get up. He smiles at you, brushing some dirt off your cheek.

“Let’s get you home so we can shower,” he says and helps you pull your shorts back on as you sit up. He kisses your temple a few times and strokes your hair, “Then we can cuddle and watch some scary movies.”

That makes you crack a smile, and you kiss his lips.

“Let’s get home quick. It’s cold out here, and I don’t have a shirt anymore thanks to you,” you tease.

You rise to your feet and lean on him for support. He picks up the knife and mask as well as the scrap of cloth that was once your top. He offers it to you with a sheepish smile. You roll your eyes and shake your head.

“Guess, you’ll just have to stay close then,” he says and tucks you under his arm. He kisses the crown of your head before you two start walking back through the woods to your home together.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil smut #smut

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sinning-23 · 1 month

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Parenthood

OPLA Dilfs with their s/o and their moody teen! Uhhh idk what possessed me to write this but here we go!

D/N= Daughters Name

S/N = Sons Name

Shanks

-Your daughter is literally a witty bundle of joy! She's may not be moody but she definitely had a sarcastic air about her. (Shanks think she gets it from you a little bit)

-She's fast on her feet but also has her pouty moments, most of which occur when she’s told to complete her chores and she'd much rather pretend to steer the ship and watch the water for sea life.

-The most she'll do is roll her eyes and anger her eyebrows but will clear her throat when you use your mom stare on her to get her to 'fix her face'

-"Roll them again and they'll get stuck like that! Now go do what your father asked!" you snap, seeing her scurry away.

-She rarely gives Shanks attitude but when she does she tries to have it come across as joking.

-"(D/N), take these to-" "Sure dad I'll give you a hand.”

“……”

“I’m telling your mother” he chuckles, the color draining from her face.

“NO WAIT!”

Buggy

-Your son is literally a menace and just as moody as his father, if not worse. You have to deal with constant attitude, eye rolling, and the frequent mumble under the breath.

-Buggy usually catches it and is quick to flick the boys forehead and that also results in a scuffle between the two.

-"Tell your husband to get off my DICK!" S/N shouts as Buggy chases him around the arena.

"WATCH YOU MOUTH YOU LITTLE SHIT! And quite trying to turn your mother on me!" Buggy shouts back, various body parts launching at the blue haired teen.

-Sometims it feels like youre dealing with two children because in the end each of them has and ear being pinched between your delicate fingers.

-"S/N, watch your mouth. Just because you’re a sailor doesn't mean yo need to swear like one. Buggy, darling." You begin sweetly before pinching harder,

"STOP PROVOKING OUR SON TO ANGER!"

Mihawk

-The twins have...rather manageable attitudes when they’re reminded to calm down.

-Hell, when they were born they’d practically sneer at you if their feeding or nap time was off by a milisecond.

-Your son and daughter look closer to you accept the obvious yellow eyes. (You didn't really stand a chance when it came to the eyes,)

-Your son is more subtle with his attitude, giving jabbs to his father while your daughter just flat out doesn't give a shit.

-One day, durring an outting to stock your home with more goods, the twins noticed how everyone that lived on the village you currently reside don sort of....stared and judged them. of course they could care less but tey couldn't help but shoot insults in quiet whispers.

"She's not nearly as alluring to be this witless." S/N states, following behind you but keeping pace with his twin sister.

"If only her mother had swallowed." D/N adds.

You choke at that last one.

-Both you and Mihawk ge your fair share of attitude but all it tasks if the threat of an intense and bone breaking training sessions and all attitudes simply cease.

#x reader #one piece #reader is black #one piece live action #i don't care he's hot #headcannons #one piece x reader #opla #smut #hes so hot #shanks is a daddy #opla shanks x reader #one piece shanks x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy #buggy the clown x reader #opla mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #opla mihawk x reader

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catcze · 7 months

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It’s Halloween soon, so here’s a Halloween au idea for you: Wriothesley and gn reader as Little red riding hood and the big bad wolf

OH. OH. OHHH IM BARKING BARKGIN ASDNASDKA

Imagine that it's supposed to be any other day for you. You pack your basket full of bread, jams, cold cuts and cheese, and don your red hood and your walking shoes, ready to set out to your friend Neuvillette's house by the lake in the forest. He's a bit of a recluse— he doesn't often venture into the city unless summoned directly, so you often come to say hello so he doesn't get too lonely.

The problem is, on your way there, you got delayed by a while. So when you get to the forest, you debate between using your usual, longer path that merely circles the forest, or one that pases directly though the woods. On your usual path, you'd get to Neuvillette's house late in the afternoon return home well in the evening. If you cut through the forest, though... you were certain you'd arrive on time. Earlier, even. So you gulp, steel yourself, and take your first step into the trees.

It's fine at first. A cooler walk than had you been under the sun, thanks to the shade of the leaves. But then you begin to hear the crunch of leaves behind you, as if there was something trailing behind... you quicken your pace, too fearful to look behind. But as you hurry your steps, so does the rustling and the crunching of leaves and twigs grow quicker as well.

Eventually, you're damn near running through the forest, taking turns, breathing hard and barely able to hold on to your basket. The steps follow you the until... they fall behind, then fade, then disappear. You quickly run behind a tree, leaning against it and catching your breath. When you peek out, you see there's nothing behind you and breathe a great big sigh of relief. Whatever animal was chasing you probably lost interest, you think, turning around and taking a few steps forward—

Then suddenly there's a grip on your hood, yanking you back so hard you stumble back onto the ground. "Hey—!" you yell, only to quiet when you realize who (or what) is standing before you. A man, quite tall, with spiky black hair and sharp blue eyes. There's a frown on his face and a furrow to his brow. Amidst the fluff of his hair, you make out... wolf ears? When you peek a little, you can see a similar wolf tail swinging behind him as well.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Is the first thing the wolf says to you, a brow raised as he crosses your arms. "Running all over the place, causing a ruckus. Not looking where you're stepping." His attitude immediately turns your fear into indignance, and you rise up, pointing a finger at his (admittedly rather sculpted, you can see the definition even though the top he wears) chest.

"You!" You yell, and the volume has his ears twitching. "You were the one chasing me? You gave me a heart attack!"

He snorts. "I was saving you, Red. Not every day a human wanders in here. Most of you fear the dark and the unknown too much to ever step foot in the woods."

"Oh, so scaring the shit out of me is saving me now?"

He rolls his eyes, crouching down to take a large, hefty stone in his hand. Lifting it like it weighs nothing, he tosses it at the place where your foot had almost been—

Snap!

You watch in horror as a rusted old animal trap snaps around the stone with such force that the metal contraption jumps. You gulp, just thinking of what could have happened to you.

"Those are everywhere," says the wolf by explanation, looking at the hunting trap with disgust. "Left a long, long time ago by crueler humans. We try to remove them where we can, but—" he shrugs, "—The forest is a big place."

You can't take your eyes away from the trap, feeling sick to your stomach. You clutch your hood closer to you, a safety blanket of sorts, and feel your hands tremble.

"Th... thank you," you tell him, sincerely.

He just shrugs again. "So. Why are you here? It's unlike you. You're usually seen on the human path, not passing through the forest."

And that snaps you back. You frantically check the contents of your basket, sighing when you see that nothing spilled or broke.

"I'm here because it was getting late and I have to see Neuvillette, so i thought i could take a shortcut" you say. Then your eyebrows furrow. " 'Usually?' " you echo.

"Humans aren't around here often, like I said. You're one of the few that come on a regular basis, though." He kicks away the trap with his foot, feet heading in one direction. You, however, stay rooted to your spot, watching the way his tail swishes as he walks. When he realizes you aren't following, he turns back.

"What, you wanna try getting around on your own? I thought you were late to see Neuvillette." He prompts, and you gasp, hastily bounding (and being careful of where you step, this time) up to his side. you both walk in pace, the wolf leading the way and you trailing slightly behind.

It's... odd. You've never even met him before, but there's something about him that makes you feel comfortable relying on him like this. Relying on him to get you where you need to go, and not lead you into another trap.

"So..." you attempt to ask. "You know Neuvillette?"

"For a similar reason to how we know of you. He's one of the few odd enough to set their place up somewhere like this," he says.

The rest of the trek through the woods is rather comfortably quiet, sometimes broken by you asking a question, and the wolf answering. You learn a few things about him: that he hasn't always been here, but that he came early in his childhood and lived here ever since. That he rather likes the sunshine. And, funny enough, that he also likes bread with honey and jam on it, if the way he took the symbol of your gratitude is any indication.

But eventually the trees give way and you can see Neuvillette's house in the distance. And you're right on time, too! You smile widely in delight, gripping your basket tighter. You turn to the wolf, who leans on the trunk of a tree leisurely, ears twitching atop his head.

"Thank you for saving me. And for showing me the way," you tell him, smiling gently.

The corners of his lips curl up, just a bit. "You're welcome. Be more careful when you walk through the woods, next time. You never know if there might actually be something out there trying to eat you."

You laugh, ducking your head to hide your face behind your hood, just a little. "Noted, mister wolf."

"Or better yet, you can just save us both the trouble and call for me if you want a shortcut," says the wolf, a large hand gently pushing at the small of your back, nudging you on your way. "I'll hear it, don't worry."

"Oh?" you ask, a quirk to your lips as you turn back at him, draped in shadows. "And what might your name be, big bad wolf?"

You see the gleam of his grin. "You can call me Wriothesley, Red."

#astronetwrk #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #cw gn reader #wriothesley #genshin impact #MAN THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO B SHORT ?!?!?!#AND SOMEHOW AN IMAGINE BECAME THIS LONG WHATTT

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luna-rainbow · 7 months

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Rewatched CATWS on my unexpected day off. I guess I've watched it enough that I am noticing things more in the background XD

I'm noticing more details about CEvans' acting this time around. Steve seems to have this sense of...brittleness, and maybe a little anger, during the first half of the film. The smiles seem just a little forced and his interactions a little distant, until he figures out Hydra was there the whole time and suddenly he's got direction.

The circumstances around Fury's "death" caught my eye. After Fury was shot, Sharon busts in the door and introduces herself as Agent 13 sent to "protect" Steve on Fury's orders. This is...an interesting assertion, given that Steve is shown to be incredibly capable, not just physically but also intellectually, to protect himself, and Sharon isn't shown to give Steve the emotional safety that he was craving in the beginning of the movie, nor was she ever demonstrated to be physically competent enough to protect Steve (unlike, say, Nat). It would seem - and that does seem to be Steve's belief too based on his response - that she was sent to watch him, not to protect him. I still think there’s enough in canon to make Sharon either good or bad right from the start.

Anyway, then this exchange happens:

Sharon (on radio): Foxtrot is down, I need EMTs. Person on other end: Do we have a 20 on the shooter? Steve: Tell him I'm in pursuit.

How did the other person know there was a shooter? Was it someone who was listening in to the bugged apartment, or did Sharon have time to tell them before going into Steve's apartment, or did they know because they were part of the team that sent the sniper?

I feel like I've mentioned this before (I can't remember half the things I write so anyway, here it is again) but I feel like Steve's response here suggests that he's already starting to clue in on who the Soldier might be. When he's chasing the shadow across the roof, his expression was furious, urgent and determined -- but that all changed when the Soldier caught the shield (picture 1) and made meaningful eye contact tossed it back (picture 2). Steve just looks...surprised and uncertain and, shall we say, a little vulnerable?

Also I didn’t notice this before, but the Strike team were there to watch Fury’s operation as well, so no wonder Fury had to go the whole way including fooling Nat and Steve.

Right before the infamous elevator fight starts, Rumlow gets in the elevator and they have this exchange:

Rumlow: Evidence team found some fibres on the roof they want us to see, you want me to get the tac team ready? Steve: No, let's wait and see what it is first.

Obviously during this time Steve is also very distracted by what Fury has told him and what Pierce has tried to entice him with, so it could just be Steve trying to shelve that thought for later -- but he was also very interested in what Nat could tell him about the Winter Soldier (she used that information to stop him being angry at her), so I wonder if it's a little bit of a cover tactic as well, i.e. he didn't trust the Strike team and didn't want them to get close to this mystery assassin's identity.

I remember there was a meta about how well CATWS established competency, and I just love watching that all over again. Not just for Steve and Nat obviously, but even for the Strike team — they are shown to be incredibly capable and in sync during the Lumerian Star sequence, which is why the stakes of the movie felt so real.

Steve donning the last uniform Bucky saw before he fell off the train is an underrated romantic trope 😂

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #chris evans #catws

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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Mc get´s involved in the Shenanigans for once and the others have to help

Lucifer:

how did you manage to shrink yourself down to thumb size? you know what he doesn´t want to know

he just needs to figure out how to watch over you while your tiny

which ends with you in one of his pockets

and that´s good for Lucifer because he allowed you to tell Demons to fuck of when they annoy him

what isn´t as great is that you constantly try to distract him or try to run away

which naturally you won´t get far

your punishment will be to either sit there without moving while he works or help him with paper work

two very boring things who will take a lot of time

Mammon:

he may or may not have gifted you something that he stole which might be responsible for why you´re a crow now

but you have the Great Mammon looking after you so don´t worry!

and he definitely doesn´t say that because he has plans for you which might entail some illegal activities

he would never do this!... unless you´re up for it

okay he´s sorry! stop trying to scratch his eyes out! he´ll even buy you snacks

after this little fiasco both of you just decided to chill together

or Mammon trying to do his scams and you sitting on his head glaring at every Demon… actually did you get a tiny knife? how can a bird even hold one? but it definitely scares other Demons and even some Witches

Leviathan:

how did you get stuck in his newest game?!?! especially without him! He wanted to play with you!

okay all you have to do is just beat the game and than your free

which might be really difficult considering not only did he buy one that´s supposed to be very difficult but it also started at the highest difficulty

let´s just hope it doesn´t have perma-death enabled and that it doesn´t hurt when you get hit

and if Levi doesn´t take this situation serious, let´s hope for his sake he´s far gone when you get out ^-^ otherwise he´ll regret buying the game

Satan:

and now your a Sheep

he´s going to kill Mammon for giving you random things to drink

the only good thing is that you can still use magic, actually now that he thinks about it this is a horrible thing because now your in a bad mood

annd Mammon´s burning now

definitely a bad thing

he just picked you up and threw you in a bathtub so you stop

it didn´t help but it was a funny sight

the other good thing about you as a Sheep is that he can make you chase Lucifer

it´s very satisfying to see Lucifer running from a pink Sheep with a lance tied to their back

he promised you after you can catch Lucifer he´ll turn you back

but your lucky that it will also stop after a period of time and Satan would never get down from the ceiling if you ever managed to attack Lucifer considering it was his idea and everything

Asmodeus:

Mc since when are you so beautiful?! let him look into his eyes a bit longer!

yeah the Potion Solomon gave you both made you switch bodies

it´s a very weird experience and sadly you didn´t get Asmo´s charm ability

but he can still use it to cause chaos

and let´s be real he will definitely take advantage of this situation

it will actually be a pain if you wanted to turn back immediately

and very difficult to catch Asmo in the beginning considering the Brothers are all Simps and the majority of them lose their common sense when it´s about you

you´ll have to explain so much just so they will stop trying to attack you

it will get so exhausting

Beelzebub:

why isn´t he feeling hungry? and why are you eating so much?

and the answer is Solomon once again

you should really stop drinking random potions people offer you

especially if those people are Solomon

it´s just like the time he and Belphie switched

but Beel hates to admit that it´s kinda nice to not constantly experience hunger

but now you´re the one who has to suffer and now he feels bad that he was happy, even if it was just for a moment

he will be so happy when the 24 hours are up and both are you are back to normal

Belphegor:

okay why do you look like him? wait why does he look like you!?

A truly confusing day for sleepy cow boy, yeah turns out the food Lucifer forced you to eat has some… interesting side effects when Humans eat it

and just like that you are in the bodies of each other

why are only you two affected? it only works on Humans and even then only those closest will get affected

luckily Lucifer found out it will wear of over time yay, bad news you will have to wait a minimum of 24 hours for the effects to wear of

this will be a long day...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #obey me brothers #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

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wyyvernn · 3 months

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A/n: Something small I wrote for myself but then I got carried away and wrote it longer :)

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

Cw: All characters 18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Mentor/Student Dynamic, Smut, Thigh riding, Overstimulation, Fingering - don't like, don't read

Tags: @psybrepunk @sangheilihoes @demigoddessqueens @bookworm-with-coffee @ladysaturnsdust @haytham-loves-chocolate @memoriesofafallen

Usually, there was little that filled the silence of the Grand Master's office. The soft flipping through papers and maps, and the occasional scratching of a quill occured here and there. Haytham planned out the rest of his night to be a peaceful one, occupied by unfinished letters, and paragraphs to be written in his journal about his recent involvements in the Order.

But of course, those plans were thwarted and the peace chased away by his pupil invading his privacy again.

Your cries of pleasure echoed in his office, bringing him back from his thoughts. He watched you grind yourself back and forth on his thigh, your skirts bunched up in your fists, eyes squeezed shut and those smooth lips of yours parted, occasionally licked wet by your tongue. His hand came up and tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, the other one curled around your hip, keeping you firmly put on his lap.

“Needy little thing…” He muttered quietly, his voice low and husky. The way he seemed so nonchalant about the situation frustrated you a little.

You were making quite a sticky mess of his pants, and he felt your slick seeping through, soiling the material with a large patch of wetness. It amused him - the disorderly and unruly sight of you was a strong contrast to the perfect image of him. Unlike you, there wasn't a single grey strand out of place from his neat ponytail, nor were his clothes unkempt, his body still donning his usual navy blue fit. You guessed that if you hadn't interrupted him when you had, he would've been packing up for the night and heading to sleep but alas here you both were.

A sigh exhaled through him, like your unfulfilled desires were a minor inconvenience to his night.

“Have you no shame? Do you take pleasure in robbing me of my late night hours? Of the only time I am free to indulge in?” He scolds, adopting a slight frown, but you can tell that he's not really angry. Something about his expression tells you that he's only playing along.

“Mhn… sorry, sir.” You murmur with guilt painting your face, repeatedly dragging your wet slit back and forth, gasping when your clit scrapes against the rough material of his trousers.

“No, you're not.” He says, hisses, his breath beginning to grow ragged and uneven when he grabs your hips, a noticeable bulge forming and rubbing against your leg. Large, calloused hands dig into your skin and force you to grind harder on his thigh, resulting in a particularly sharp cry from your throat.

“You're not sorry.” He grits out, his words harsh in your ear, and he yanks your lower body towards him again, eliciting another whine. “You wouldn't be grinding yourself on my thigh for relief like a common whore if you were now, would you?”

You continue to fill the office with your lewd sounds, too stuck in the euphoria that his leg provides you. No doubt whoever has walked past on the other side of the door has heard your moaning, either stopping to listen or rushing away with a bright face.

A slap to your rump refocuses your attention back to him when you don't offer an answer.

“Would you?”

You babble out something incoherent, another apology or something that you don't care to remember, only focused on how good it feels, how good his hands feel as they push and pull your hips yet painful when it becomes too stimulating.

“Slow down, sir… please.” You moan out, digging your heels into the floor and tightening your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to stop yourself but his grip is relentless, the pace he sets for you even more so.

A flash of determination burns in his eyes briefly when you try to stop him. “Oh no, you wanted this. And I'll see to it that you finish it to the end.”

Suddenly he's pushing aside your skirts and seeking out your swollen nub. The moment he dips his thick fingers past your folds, you bite into your bottom lip and bury your face in his neck, muffling your groans.

He twists the pair of them deeper while you writhe in his lap and then claw your hands at his back when they curl against your walls, the rough pad of his thumb dragging along your clit and bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Please, sir… please!” You beg, trying to catch your breath but your Grand Master is unforgiving, still watching you with that almost bored expression as he plays with you.

With one last cry into his shoulder, Haytham thrusts his fingers impossibly quick and finally stops when you spill all over them. He lifts them up to your mouth and pops both in, slathering your slick on your tongue, a silent command to taste yourself.

You don't disappoint him, taking his forearm in both of your hands and wrapping your lips around his digits, making sure to suck them clean.

He watches you with a flicker of lust, his cock still hard and straining in trousers, and he pulls his fingers away abruptly from your mouth with a wet pop before he can make you do something about his evident predicament. He'll deal with it later.

Haytham gently shoos you off his lap, much to your disappointment.

“Run along now and clean yourself up. I expect you to be ready in the morning for training. And don't interrupt me at this hour again.” He warns, although there's a light mischief to his eyes, one that almost dares you to try it again.

And of course you do, the following night.

#haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #assassin's creed iii #assassin's creed 3 #smut

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theinfinitedivides · 1 year

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Ritesh Sidhwani: Farhan is working on finishing the Don 3 script, we're in the writing stage

me: you've been saying that for 84 years

#film: don 3 #don #don 2006 #don: the chase begins again #don 2 #don 3 #srk #shah rukh khan #bollywood #local gay watches Bollywood.txt #the only reason i am talking about this bc Hindustan Times put out an article where Ritesh brought it up again #in a recent interview #the joke is that he's saying this but he readily admits he has no idea what the plot of Don 3 is going to be about #ofc we don't know what's going to be about bc we don't even have a f*cking script to work with!!!! hello #so no unless i see casting news????? Shah Rukh caught on set???? soundtracks leaked????? i'm not believing any of it rip

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kidnappedbycartoons · 9 months

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I'm bored, so it's time to talk about Zutara. Again. I already talked about their connection while in the catacombs.

But what about after that?In the beginning of book 3, they are apart for the most part. Something interesting to me is that right after Zuko helps Azula defeat the gaang, he's on his way back to the Fire Nation and Mai comes to talk to him. She asks him if he's cold, to which Zuko begins to open up a bit. He tells her that he has a lot on his mind, he wonders what has changed, he wonders how he has changed. Now, we have never seen Zuko open up like this before. Actually, no, scratch that. We did see Zuko open up like this before when he was in the catacombs with Katara. And how did she respond to this? With warmth, with understanding, with compassion. But how does his canon love interest respond to this? She yawns, tells him to stop worrying, is sarcastic, and then kisses him. Do you not see the difference?

In the following episodes, the gang is hiding in the Fire Nation. I just want to point out these episodes because, I'm not saying that it was her talk with Zuko that influenced a part of this, but it is very interesting to see how involved Katara gets with the Fire Nation. She is excited to wear their clothes, she participates in the dance, she helps out the people in the village by donning a disguise heavily associated with their culture, etc. I just want to point this out, because a common criticism about them as a couple is that Katara would want nothing to do with the Fire Nation due to her trauma and it's like...baby, did you watch the show?

Now, when Zuko tries to join the gaang, obviously he's turned down. What's interesting is that, out of all of them, Katara is the one most against it. Which makes sense, she feels personally betrayed by him. She even admits that after their conversation in the catacombs, she felt sorry for him and trusted him. We all remember that conversation she had with him at the end of the Western Air Temple episode. This Katara and Catacombs Katara are different. If Zuko said that he wanted to join the gaang at the end of book two, I'm almost positive he would not have gotten this threat from Katara. We all saw that episode. We saw how they connected. We saw how they opened up to each other. No, he would not have gotten that threat from Katara. The reason why she is like this towards him is because she feels personally betrayed after she trusted him and opened up to him while they were in the catacombs. The pirates, the necklace, chasing down the Avatar, those have nothing to do with this. It is because of what happened in those catacombs.

Interestingly enough, for someone that doesn't trust him that well, she definitely has no problem letting her brother and the Avatar go off with him on missions alone. And each time they came back, they were fine. With these little adventures, she was slowly starting to see a new side of Zuko. Another thing, which should be apparent in the GIF above this paragraph. In the Southern Raiders episode, when Zuko is falling from the sky, who is it that reaches out to catch him? Katara. The one that trust him the least out of the group. The one that feels personally betrayed by him. The one that threatened to end his life. She is the one that reaches out to catch him. And it's in her character, I cannot see her willingly letting somebody fall to their death. But, I just want it very interesting that out of all those people on Appa, it was her that reached out for him.

I'm not going to talk about the whole episode here. I could do a whole breakdown of that. But I just wanted to bring up these moments here. It's the little things.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #zutara #atla katara #atla zuko

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prof-peach · 11 months

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ADOPTABLES NOW LOOKING FOR A HOME £25 (British Pound) per mon, Paypal only, First come first serve, DM to proceed with a paypal email for the invoice should you be interested.

HOUNDOURXPOOCHYENA -------- SOLD MECH RATTATA --------------------- SOLD ODDISH (CRETA) -------------------- SOLD MAGIKARPXCARVANHA ----------- SOLD

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As you approach the adoption booth nestled beside a smoothie stand, and a small shack renting wetsuits for the ocean close by, a woman with dark hair tied back smiles in your direction. The staff member dons the token Dōtaku green shirt, whispering to the cluster of pokemon at her feet, and the one in the tank on the table behind her, all watching on, ever hopeful.

"Welcome to Dōtaku Island's adoption day, we have three sweet mons looking for their forever homes, each with unique personalities, which im sure I can shed some light on for you, if you like?"

As you move along the line, she begins to talk to you about each.

You start on the small pup, a dark furred pokemon that stares up at you with big open eyes, standing just under 2ft in height. "This one was rescued from Magma grunts, a Houndour and Poochyena cross. She was quite agressive at the start of her rehabilitation, but now has passed all saftey measures with flying colours, and enjoys a good scratch on the belly these days. The professors have worked wonders on her, she'd make an excellent companion for anyone who struggles with the cold, but probably not the best for serious battle, as she's a little shy when under direct observation by many people. Her typing is Dark currently, and we dont expect her to gain more than mild fire attacks shoudl she choose to evolve. Warm cuddles are something she specialises in, an ember no doubt may be possible with time, but a mighty flamethrower might not be in her cards. Focus her exercise on agility, she sure can run, and LOVES to chase things, so balls and frisbees are great fun!" Next in the line is a rather old looking Rattata, one hand prostetic, but seemingly dexterous and functional.

"This little fella is affectionatly known as Clank, he walks around and you can hear his little paw on the tiles in the labs, so it kind of stuck. He unfortunatly found his way into some farming equipment that got turned on, and was brought to us as a last chance about three years ago now. He survived against all odds, sadly other professors and medical experts didnt want to give him the chance her deserved due to his common species type. Clank however defeated all odds, recovered, despite losing tail and hand, he was gifted a new one by Professor Grey, and now lives a very busy little life. He loves bananas and peanuts, and has a sharp mind, so needs a lot of enrichment like complex toys and one on one time with a trainer. He's not too good with larger mons, so we advise he have his own space, or go to a home with other smaller pokemon."

The third is a rather large oddish, standing double the size of the average specimine of its kind.

"This lovley lady has been nicknamed Monroe, she's a bit of a diva now, but wasn't always so confident. Professor Peach spent a couple years one on one with her to build up her moral. She came to us with a pretty heavy viral infection that caused dieback in the leaves, and her unusual complexion, the lumps however are superficial, and cause no discomfort, issue, or long term effects other than originally causing her emotional distress. She use to feel less than pretty, we'd had a few trainers pass her up due to hew apperance, they were less than friendly about their opinions of her, as you can imagine they got chewed out pretty badly by Peach and all teh staff who were there to overhear. She felt down, so the one on one time was all about making her feel amazing again! When her leaves started to grow back in we realised she was an unusual species, resembling Aglaonema Creta, a very pretty plant. She is jolly and sweet and kind, and just wants to shine, potentially a great candidate for contests or more flamboyant battles if you were so inclined."

The last in sat in a large tank on teh stall behind her, a grumpy looking water type.

"Mr.Grumpy here isnt all that mean, dont let his expression fool you, he's been looking for a home for a while now, but he just gets passed off as intimidating or scary, so it's been a long journey for him to find that perfect partner. A Magikarp and Carvanha cross, he can be tempermental, a little rough at times, not so easy to handle, but more than capable in a fight. he likes his fin held, and the staff have taken to putting movies on a laptop for him when hes not out in the rivers and waterways. His check ups go swimmingly, pardon the pun, thanks to media distraction. He hardly bites anyone these days, unless youre rude and done ask him before handling him. He's all about polite manners, so if you do that, nothign can go wrong! We're not sure what he'll evolve into if he chooses to, though we have a sneaking suspicion he'd be a water/dark type due to his moveset."

#adoptables #dotaku island #pokemon #pokemon hybrids #prof.peach #prof.grey

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moonlight-presence · 2 years

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After the fight (Marc Spector X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationship: Marc Spector X Reader

Words: 4 656

Summary: Marc leaves in the middle of the night without any warning, leaving you worried sick. When he does come back, he is covered in blood and exhausted. You confront him about it, and things escalate a bit...

Warnings: Dom Marc Spector, Doggystyle, A bit of bondage, Rough sex, Blood is involved, Oral sex, Teasing, Begging, Dirty talk, Basically Marc being kind of an asshole because he is scared of confrontation

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

🌘🌗🌖🌕🌔🌓🌒

You look outside, the moon is high in the sky and, around it, a sea of stars can be seen. The city of Cairo is quite awake even though it´s around midnight, you can see and hear cars, multiple shops are still open and the noise of the crowds is still very much present.

You have been living in Cairo with Marc for a while now. You are a mercenary, just like him, and your latest mission was to raid an Egyptian tomb. You really didn´t know Marc that well before working with him but, after several months stuck in an apartment together, you got to know him more and more. In fact, a couple of weeks ago, you finally decided to act on your feelings and you two had sex. After that, things stayed the same... You occasionally had sex but nothing more. It was as if Marc was too scared to admit something...

It didn´t really matter, though. This was just a bit of pleasure in the middle of such chaos, nothing more...

But now there you were, worried sick because he decided to leave in the middle of the night without any warning. You normally would not care if he left or not, but now everything was different.

Last week, during the raid, things went a bit sour and now you were forced to stay hidden until further notice. Every time you two left the apartment, you were very careful not to reveal much of your faces or identities... And now he had fucking left in the middle of the night on his own. No warning, no explanation note, nothing.

You looked around the area again and suddenly your eyes caught a man running down the street. You watch as he got closer and then, around 3 men, also appeared behind him, they seemed to be chasing him. You squinted your eyes to try to see better and then, immediately widened them as you realize it was Marc.

You gasped and caught yourself from yelling his name- if you revealed your position, everything would go to shit- so you stayed quiet and observed as Marc ran from the men. He seemed tired but he was quite fast.

You followed him with your eyes and watched as he suddenly turned to his left, his path being interrupted by the rapid action. Marc stopped running and put his body against the wall, his chest heaved as he watched his chasers run down the street, completely unaware that he had changed route.

You sighed in relief and tried to catch his attention but Marc simply looked up at you and then proceeded with his run. He disappeared into the street and you immediately went inside, the crowds were beginning to look around and trying to find somebody to blame for the damage Marc and the men had caused.

You paced around the living room, your heart racing as you thought of what you should do next. Should you go after him? Should you stay quiet and wait for him? Fuck, you had no idea.

This was madness... Pure and stupid madness. What was Marc thinking by going out alone and fighting some random dudes? Who even were they? He was supposed to stay hidden and don´t raise too much attention towards you or him. Stupid bastard... Fuck, you really hope he is okay.

Suddenly, you hear noise in the room where you sleep, and your body freezes. You gulp and then grab the gun that was on top of the table next to you, your hands checking if the weapon had any bullets before aiming the barrel towards the noise.

You begin walking towards the room, your heart racing and your hands shaking as you hear a bunch of noise inside. It seems like somebody has entered the room through the window... Fuck, you should have closed that fucking window.

You hear footsteps approaching the door and then it bursts open, you get ready and hold the gun with more force. You hold your breath and then your body immediately relaxes as you see Marc looking back at you.

He lifts his hands in the air and you start dropping the gun, your eyes scanning his face. He has fresh blood on his face and his hair is a mess, it seems to be covered in sand and dirt. His clothes are also quite ragged and he seems to be quite exhausted... You hated thinking how good he looked because now it wasn´t the time for that.

��Are you fucking nuts?!”, you ask with anger. Marc inhales and shows you an apologetic grin, the gum you didn´t know he was chewing showing around his teeth.

“I can explain...”, he said and you rolled your eyes and dropped the gun to the ground. You were so angry at him but quite relieved he was okay.

“You better start right now! What were you thinking, Marc?! Leaving in the middle of the fucking night without any warning?! Running away from those random guys... Is that blood on your face, too?!”, you ask with urgency and he sighs before cleaning the blood with the back of his hand.

“I know you are confused and scared, and I am sorry, but let me explain before you jump to conclusions, alright?”, he says with an annoyed voice and you arch your eyebrows at his audacity.

This man goes out and fights random people and he is annoyed at you? You begin feeling your blood boil at his words, anger clear in your body language. You stay quiet as Marc walks past you, his steps going towards the kitchen. You hear the freezer open and then you look at him as Marc takes out a bag of ice and puts it on his cheek.

You don´t move, your hands are crossed beneath your breasts and your cheeks are flushed by how hot it is. That was the thing you hated the most about Cairo, it was always really fucking hot...

“So? Are you gonna start talking or?”, you ask as he chews the gum with a cocky smirk on his lips. He doesn´t seem bothered by how annoyed you are and that annoys you even more.

“I have just been in a fight, give me a second okay?”, he says back and you roll your eyes and walk towards him. He doesn´t move as you grab the bag of ice and throw it into the sink.

“Hey, what was that for?!”, he finally says without that stupid cockiness.

“Stop being an asshole, Marc! I was worried sick!”, you say, just inches away from his face. He stares you down with an intense gaze, drops of blood still on his jawline. He smells kind of sweaty, too, but you don´t mind that much.

Fuck, you absolutely hate that even when is beaten up pretty badly, he looks really hot. How can you hold a serious conversation when he is looking at you with those beautiful eyes of his? No, you have to focus for a minute.

“You were?”, he asks with genuine curiosity between chews, “There was no need, okay? It isn´t like I am dead or whatever.”

You open your mouth in shock and then give him a harsh push on his chest making Marc back up a bit. He is quite close to the kitchen balcony but you don´t care as you look up at him with murder in your eyes.

“We are being hunted, you fucking asshole! W-we have to stay hidden or we will get killed! Don´t you understand that?”, you give him another push and another, and he simply backs away with every push, “If you died tonight, I would be fucked, Marc! I-if you died tonight, I-I... Fuck you!”

“Calm down.”, he simply says without any emotions, and you grunt and keep pushing him.

“Calm down my ass! Who were those guys? Why were they chasing you?”, he suddenly hits the balcony and you keep your hands on his sweaty shirt, your fingers trembling on top of his chest.

“They worked for the Egyptian police, okay? I went back to the tomb because of something... It doesn´t matter, they found me before I could do what I wanted.”, he says and you frown at his words.

“Marc, you should have told me... We are in this together, you can´t just run off into a suicide mission because of some secretive shit!”, you state and he tilts his head at your words, you see a brief expression of shock on his face.

“I mean, yeah, I get that but why do you care so much? What if I died, uh? It isn´t like we have something going on between us or whatever...”, he says with a monotonic voice.

You feel your heart tighten at his words, your hands still on his chest as he tries to read your face. You don´t want him to know he just hurt you a lot so you drop your gaze towards the ground. You breathe in and shake your head a bit.

“Whatever, Marc... If you want to get yourself killed, be my fucking guest.”, you whisper and then turn around to leave. However, Marc grabs your waist making you stay quiet, “Let go of me.”

“Why are you acting like this? Y/N, what´s wrong?”, he asks with curiosity as you turn your head to meet his gaze. His hands are soft but quite sticky from the dirt on his fingers.

“Nothing is wrong just...”, you put your hands on his chest again and try to fight that urge to kiss him, “Let me go... Marc... Please.”

“Why? You want to say something, don´t you? Fucking say it.”, he says this but removes his hands from your waist gently- you don´t move away from him.

“Stop trying to fucking read me or whatever. You don´t know me, Marc.”

You feel as he brings his hands up your torso, his fingertips brushing your skin as he reaches your ribcage. You are wearing a loose tank-top, quite thin, so he can still kind of feel your skin as if nothing was covering it. Marc gives you small rubs just beneath your breasts and you feel your body shivering.

“I don´t? Really?”, he smirks cockily and then puts his other hand down your stomach. You suck in a shaky breath as he chews the gum while sneaking his hand inside of your shorts, “I know you are fighting yourself from giving in, right now... I know you like when I do this-”

His fingers find your clit, underneath your panties, and he gives it a small rub making you swallow dryly. His eyes immediately glow at the action and he smiles, the gum now on his left cheek.

“I-I... Fuck you.”, you spit back at him but Marc doesn´t seem bothered by this as he continues circling your clit slowly making your entrance get wetter and wetter.

“Fuck you, uh? If that´s what you want..”, he jokes with a cocky voice and you want to punch him in the face.

You look at him one last time and then curse mentally before grabbing his face and connecting your lips. You moan into his mouth and press your body against his, his hand still on your clit while his other hand stays on the back of your head.

You feel him open his mouth to give you more access and then you lick his tongue slowly, the action making Marc move his hand away from your clit. You whine a bit but he simply moves towards your ass and gives it a harsh grip making you gasp.

“I want you... Fuck, jump.”, he murmurs between your teeth and you arch an eyebrow. He squeezes your ass as if signaling for you to jump and you do so.

He immediately grabs your body as you wrap your thighs around him. He spins you and then you feel the cold balcony hit your thighs as you sit on it. Marc presses his boner against your clothed core and you moan softly making him rub again.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?”, he asks as if it wasn´t obvious that you could. You are still quite mad at him so you stay quiet making him press again harder this time, “Don´t be a brat, answer me.”

“No.”, you say and he arches an eyebrow at your words. You know you have fucked up when you feel him growing very serious.

“Oh? You wanna be like that, okay then...”, he says and then drops to his knees. You feel him harshly taking off your shorts, his fingers basically tearing your clothes apart.

You gasp at the roughness and then almost hit your head on the cabinet behind as he presses his mouth against your clit. You part your thighs on the balcony and feel him suck and lick your sex. Marc puts his hands on your thighs and holds them in place, his mouth working on you with precision and roughness. You moan his name and close your eyes at the immense pleasure you are feeling.

“Oh fuck... Ah... Oh my God...”, you whisper as he licks a long stripe from your clit all the way down to your leaking entrance.

Marc circles his tongue on your tight hole slowly and you bite your lip before bucking your hips towards his mouth. He groans in a filthy way and you feel his nose rub against your flushed bud as he enters you with his tongue.

The blood on his cheeks starts dirtying your thighs a bit but you don´t mind. Something about being covered in dirt and sweat makes the whole experience better.

Marc starts fucking you with his tongue at a fast pace and you let out another moan, your heart racing as he devours you. You know you are getting close so you grab his curls and gently pull at them with pleasure.

“Fuck... Marc, I am gonna cum... Just like that.”, you whisper and then feel that wave of pleasure almost hitting you.

Before you can drown in it, Marc pulls his tongue out making you open your eyes. You see him smirking at you and you tug his hair gently, the gesture making Marc shake his head and get up.

“Uh-Uh, you aren´t in control tonight... Open your mouth.”, you think about it and then do as he tells you.

You watch as he puts the gum on the tip of his tongue and then drops it inside of your mouth. You widen your eyes but start chewing on it before it falls down your throat by accident.

“Hold that for me, will you?”, he pats your head like a dog and you shake your head at him while a small smile appears on your lips. Why does he have to be funny, too? It isn´t fair.

You feel him smirk up at you while you chew his gum and then he puts his hands on the hem of your tank top. You watch as he lifts it from your torso and soon you are completely naked on top of the kitchen balcony. He scans your body up and down with hunger in his eyes.

You lick your lip and part your thighs wider to give him a better view. This seems to make him curse under his breath and palm his cock gently. You look at how his pants are tighter than usual around his crotch and then Marc puts his fingers on your chin and makes you look up at him.

“You know how good I am gonna fuck you tonight?”, he asks with a whisper. You slowly shake your head and he grabs your wrist and guides it towards his erection, “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You give his cock a slight squeeze making him suck in a breath and then you smirk at him. Marc´s face becomes very serious and, without any warning, he grabs your body and takes you off the balcony. He quickly spins your waist so you are facing the wall, your stomach against the counter as he puts his crotch against your ass.

“You aren´t being very good tonight... Arguing with me, not obeying my orders... Touching my cock like that...”, he makes a disappointed sound with his mouth, his breath against your ear and his hands on your throat.

“Yeah? Do something about it then.”, you spit back with confidence. Marc grips your throat with a little more force making you throw your head against his shoulder and then you feel his other hand go down your body, towards your burning core.

“You are gonna wish you hadn´t said that...”, he whispers again in a way that makes your stomach curl. You suck in a breath as he loosens up the grip and then turns your head so he can give you a messy kiss.

You gasp into his mouth as you feel his tongue grab the gum and guide it back into his mouth. While he does this, his fingers find your clit again and he starts rubbing small circles. You moan into his mouth and Marc pulls away from you, his gum between his teeth again.

“I am gonna do vile things to you, baby... I am gonna fuck you until you have some manners.”, he teases between each small circle of your clit. You watch his jawline clench with every chew, his eyes dark with lust... Fuck, you never wanted him so badly before.

“Then do it.”, you tease him back and Marc stops rubbing your clit and immediately begins to unbuckle his pants.

You shiver with anticipation as he drops his pants to the floor and then takes out his hard cock, the tip is already wet against your ass. You moan a bit at the contact and then he puts his hands on your back.

He pushes your torso down and you obey while putting your hands on the counter. He puts his foot between your ankles for you to spread your thighs and you do so, the action making your wetness almost drip down your legs. You can feel your clitoris throb with want.

“Look at this fucking pussy... So wet. So fucking filthy, uh?”, he teases you while gently rubbing your ass. You look behind but he grabs your head and forces your head still, “Did I permit you to look at me? Stay quiet.”

You groan in frustration but look at the wall, your arms trembling as you hold your body up. You feel Marc circle your entrance with the head of his cock and you bite your lip. You really want him to fuck you soon.

“Fucking hurry up...”, you say without really thinking and Marc freezes. You feel the grip on your hair get tighter and that´s when you feel it.

Marc pushes his entire cock inside of you, the action making you arch your back and let out a loud gasp. You don´t even have time to adjust to his size as he begins fucking you roughly, every thrust giving you a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He tugs your hair roughly and his other hand goes to your waist to guide you better. You really want to see his face but all you can do is stay quiet and hear him moan gently. He makes little noises of pleasure that make you go insane but you just close your eyes and take it.

It´s been a while since he had fucked you this roughly and you didn't realize how much you missed it.

“You like that, uh? You like when I fuck you like the brat you are?”, he asks and you moan his name and nod softly.

He harshly pulls your hair and then your whole head moves towards his shoulder again. The change of position makes his cock reach deeper places inside of you and all you can do is moan and whimper a bit. It feels absolutely overwhelming but you are loving it.

You open your eyes and watch as he puts his hand on the cuts on his face. He cleans the blood with his fingers and you don´t understand what he is doing but then you realize his actions as he brings his bloodied fingers towards your breasts. You watch as he cleans the fresh blood on your skin, the image absolutely vile, and you can´t help but moan.

Marc groans against your ear and thrusts harder and harder, his cock almost shivering inside of your tight walls. You look down at the lines of blood around your breasts and then whimper as Marc grabs your boob and squeezes it roughly.

He rolls your nipple and you feel a new wave of pleasure go through you. It´s absolutely insane how good you feel... Everything is on the edge. Your senses are tuned to the maximum, your body is burning hot, your lungs are struggling for air... It´s pure chaos that you can´t escape.

“Am I fucking you good?”, he asks between breathy moans. You bite your lip and nod making Marc go in deeper, “Answer me!”

“Y-yes... Oh my God, yes...”, you moan and he smirks before moving to your other breast.

“Who do you belong to? I want you to tell me.”, he orders and you swallow as he pinches your other nipple.

“I belong to y-you... Fuck... You feel so good, oh my God.”, you praise him, your mind too drunk on pleasure to think clearly. You should be mad at him but, right now, you just want to cum.

“You wanna cum?”, he asks, and then his hand goes down towards your clit. You actually let out a scream when his fingers meet your flushed bud and Marc digs his teeth into your neck.

“Y-yes! Please...”, you beg as he sucks on your skin with roughness. Marc gives the area a gentle lick before shoving your head down again making you stay in the original position once more.

Your head nearly hits the cabinet in front of you but you manage to hold firm. It´s getting quite hard to stay still considering every thrust nearly makes you move two meters.

“Give me your hands. Now.”, he orders and you let out another moan and do as he tells you. You give him your right wrist first and he holds it harshly before gripping your left arm.

Soon, you have nothing to hold onto as he keeps your body up with his grip on your wrists. The position is making your body ache but you are too high on pleasure to care.

“L-let me cum... P-please...”, you beg with a shaky voice.

“I will think about it...”, he says and you let out a loud grunt of frustration, “Say you are sorry. Fucking apologize to me and I will consider letting you cum.”

“Fuck...I-I am sorry... Marc, baby, come on...”, you beg and he fastens his pace. You arch your back at the sudden change of speed and try to fight back the tears that are forming in your eyes. You want to cum so badly.

“For what? Fuck...”, he moans as he feels you tighten around his member. You can feel he is getting close too.

“F-fuck... Sorry for t-talking to you like that... Oh my God...”, you aren´t thinking clearly. You aren´t even sure if you should be apologizing, but you do it to cum. You would do anything right now just to feel that sweet release.

“Hum...”, he simply says and you want to fucking turn around and kick him in the balls but you endure this torture for a little bit longer.

His hands are on your waist, your body dripping sweat, and your heart racing beyond your control. You are on the edge of a cliff, just inches away from falling but he is holding you down. He has the control and he decides when you fall.

Fuck...

“You don´t understand how pretty you look right now... So tight for me. So fucking good for me...”, he praises and you nod rapidly. He does know how to make your stomach flutter, you will give him that.

“Y-yes, so good for you... Marc, please... I can´t hold it any longer. I wanna cum around your cock.”, you tease with filthy words making him curse. You know that is going to make him break.

“So fucking hot. Okay, baby, I think I accept your apology... You can cum. Cum for me.”, he says and you moan in relief and then let yourself go.

You feel your whole body shake with your orgasm, your thighs trembling and your walls contracting around his shaft. You moan his name over and over again, your vision blurry and your ears ringing with the shock. You don´t feel anything except pleasure and it´s absolutely chaotic.

But it feels like Heaven on Earth...

“F-fuck...”, he curses and then he stills inside of you and starts cumming.

You give him a weak moan as you feel his seed fill you up, it´s hot and creates a new sensation on your body. Your legs are about to give out but you do manage to stay in position. All those months of training are finally paying off.

Marc gives you another slow thrust and then stops moving, his shaky breath fills the room as you sense him massaging your back. He gently removes his grip on your wrists and you almost fall.

He catches your body and holds you still while you feel him pull himself off of you. Marc kisses your back and then you turn around slowly to meet his eyes.

“That was... Fuck, I can hardly walk.”, you confess with a small laugh. Marc chuckles and then grabs your legs, your arms going to his neck for support as he carries you towards your bed.

He gently puts you down and you give him a soft smile. His pants are already pulled up again, he must have pulled them up while you were trying to stand up, and his messy hair is now filled with sweat. Despite all of this, he looks so pretty... Absolutely beautiful.

You look down at the dried blood on your breasts and nearly moan at the sight. It looks like he has marked you and, for some reason, that turns you on.

“Get some rest, okay? I am gonna bring you some towels and your clothes.”, he informs but you grab his hand making him look at you.

“Lay with me? Please...”, you ask and he stares at you for a while before doing what you proposed.

You feel him move next to you and you put your head towards his chest, both of you smelling like sex. It´s such a strong mixture of smells but you love it... It feels personal.

You lay there for a while and then Marc speaks, his fingers are brushing your arm gently, “I am sorry... I shouldn´t have said those things to you or left without any warning...”

“It´s okay..”, you say back and he looks down at you, his tired eyes scanning your face.

“No, it´s not... You deserve better than this, Y/N. Much better...”, something about his words makes your heart tighten but you don´t say anything.

Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy this small moment with him. It has been a while since you have felt such peace... Fuck, you have missed this.

In the morning you know things will be a mess again, but you choose not to think about it. You want to enjoy every small moment you have with him before it´s all over... So, right now, all you care about is the way his fingers seem to melt into your skin.

So soft, so gentle... You wish you could feel him forever. You really do...

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ALOHA ZOEY loving your work lately amazing writing as always! I don't know if you've seen bad batch season 2 episode 5 yet but if you have, may I request a fanfic with Hunter x female reader, like Hunter needing a stress relief either it's sex or the reader just holding him in her arms after him being so stressed out by phee and him worrying about Omega?

ALOHA! 😁

Thank you kindly! Yes I could do that... though I'm not sure, should I still mark it as possible spoiler?... Maybe I should, just in case, don't want to ruin anyone's experience with the new season.

Okay... Stressed Space Dad, coming right up!

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - On Your Shoulders

Warnings: Possible Spoiler for THE BAD BATCH SEASON 2 EPISODE 5 /Fluff/Tension/Comfort

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Today has been a stressful day. Hunter sits at the bar counter, his shoulders tense and at the same time looking a little slumped over. Omega and Phee have been a chaotic team, constantly in danger, constantly frantically chasing a new idea, while he desperately tries to keep up while keeping them safe, especially Omega.

He doesn't like that Phee is putting this very lively adventurous spirit into her head, but on the other hand, Omega is having fun with it, and she seems to like the treasure hunter a lot. So Hunter gives Phee more leeway than he really wants, for Omega's sake.

He sighs, sips his glass, and is about to drop his head on the counter when he hears your voice and feels a pleasant tingle in his stomach.

"Hey chief. Are you okay?" you ask softly.

Hunter looks at you, he seems very tired, but he smiles at you.

"Sure, sweetie, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

You raise a brow and say with a smirk, "Because you don't look fine."

Hunter says quietly, "Wow, tell me what you really think. Am I supposed to be offended or concerned right now? Can I be both?"

A wry grin creeps onto his tired face.

You laugh softly, and your hand wanders gently over his back.

"I didn't mean it that way, and you know it. You look tired, stressed, like you've had a rough day"

Hunter gestures with his head towards Phee, Omega and Wrecker and says, "The chaotic duo has struck again, even as a trio today. I'm very tired indeed, but I'm fine"

You turn to Tech and say, "Do me a favor, keep an eye on Omega, our chief needs a break"

Tech looks up from his datapad for a moment and finally nods.

"Okay. Have a good night"

"You too, Tech"

Hunter refuses at first, but then allows himself to be led to one of the rooms in Cid's establishment, where you help him out of his gear and coax him to lie in bed after a hot shower.

He comes out of the bathroom freshly showered in boxers, putting on a shirt just as you freshen up the bed. Hunter drops into bed with a grunt and groans, exhausted.

"Some days I hate my position in this group," he says quietly.

You gently begin to massage his back and ask, "Really?"

With a sigh, Hunter says, his voice muffled a bit by the pillow he's lying on, "No, not really, it's just sometimes more tiring than I like, but I guess that's part of it."

He lolls under your massaging hands. You gradually feel the tension slip from his hard muscles. Hunter finally turns on his back and looks at you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him. You wrap your arms around him, and he wraps his around you.

Your head rests on his chest, and you feel the vibration of his voice as he says, "Sometimes it's just too much, some days I don't have the strength or energy for what I actually need to do."

Softly you say, "Because all the responsibility is always on you, Hunter, everything is always just on your shoulders. I think it's time to share this responsibility a little bit in the group. It makes sense that you are the leader, but you should give up some of your duties, then you will have more energy for the things that are really important to you, like Omega and me".

He takes a deep breath and strokes your cheek with his fingers as you snuggle closer to him.

"That's easier said than done, but you're right. I do need an idle occasionally to recharge my batteries, I'm only human I guess"

You say, smiling, "A wonderful human being."

With a comfortable sigh, he pulls the covers over both of you and enjoys the warmth of your body against his.

"But not infallible," he notes.

"You don't have to be, no one is infallible, absolutely no one. That's okay, it's human. You're better than you think you are and more than the majority of people you come in contact with deserve, Omega and your brothers excluded."

There is silence for a moment, but you sense that he is thinking. Finally, he asks, "You're alluding to Cid?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

He laughs softly.

"You sound like Tech," he teases you.

Smirking, you say, "I guess I spend too much time with you guys."

As he hugs you closer, he says softly, "You can't spend enough time with us"

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