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tinysunshine · 2 months ago

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female reader, inclusive language. minors dni. slightly dead dove.

kinks: daddy kink, dirty talk, leon is submissive, oral sex, cum eating, rough sex, face sitting, one mention of leon in panties, masturbation, mentions of mommy kink (not with reader), protective leon, anal play, panty stealing, fingering, creampie, some humiliation, cumming untouched, light dom/sub, kinky soulmates <3

warnings and triggers: fauxcest, age difference, leon is a perverted old freak, reader is a camgirl and does only fans, dubcon if you squint, noncon fantasies, leon is extremely pathetic and is simping hard, slut shaming, mentions of intoxicated sexual acts, sexual blackmail, reader is kind of a bad person, porn addiction, one mention of drug use, alcoholism, mommy and daddy issues

word count: 9.2k

porn with plot, slight alternate universe.

He’s too old for you. You’re too good for him. Whatever weird thing that’s going on between the two of you - that’s all it can be. Roommates. Friends. And even then, Leon knows that it’s pushing the limits of what’s acceptable.

→ You sell nudes for a living and Leon is the hot, older man who lets you move in with him. He’s the sweetest pervert you’ve ever met.

It starts, because you need a place to stay.

Leon hardly knows you. He knows your name, yeah, and he knows that you have a great rack. Perky tits and a pretty smile, lips that are always pink and glossy. You smell good, and one time you reached around him to grab a straw on the bar top and he felt your soft body press against his, and -

Okay, all Leon really knows about you is that you’re hot. Really fucking hot, like a girl from the porn he used to watch, back when he really hated himself. Don’t get him wrong, he still does harbor deep feelings of resentment for everything that makes him who he is, but it’s not as bad as it used to be.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

He met you at a bar. His bar, and by that, he means his home away from home - the local fucking bar, a few blocks away from his apartment actually. Every good drunk knows it’s mandatory to have a bar they can get to without driving, because every smart drunk knows that in order to properly drink to their heart’s delight, they’ve got to have a safe way to get home. See? Leon called himself smart - he doesn’t hate himself nearly as much as he used to.

But he also just hasn’t figured out the whole Uber thing. Oh well.

Leon, his bar - right. You’re always fucking there. Leon doesn’t understand why, because it’s a shitty place, with phone numbers scribbled on the back of the bathroom stall doors. Once, before last call, Leon swears someone followed him into the bathroom and asked if there was a glory hole. Or - maybe he followed someone into the bathroom and - doesn’t really matter. There’s no glory hole at this place, and it isn’t until after you move in, that Leon realizes you only came to this bar so much because everyone was paying for your drinks. Leon was paying for your drinks. Smart girl.

You’re a lush, that much is true. You drink a lot, and you can’t handle your liquor - but that’s part of your appeal. Just a little. It’s one thing, for a little slut like you to drink like a grown man and not show any signs of it, but that’s not you. You drink dirty shirley temples and cherry coke and jack and your eyes get misty and you slur your words and Leon always has to walk you back to your apartment that you share with three other girls. But the best part about drunk you, is that you’re always asking to suck his dick.

You’re my friend, you told him once, even though Leon doesn’t really agree with that. But fuck it, right? He could always use friends. Especially friends that are as hot as you.

Makes the other guys at the bar jealous, when you show up every Friday night with your stupidly small purse, not big enough to even hold a wallet, just lip gloss and bubblegum and, Leon, you think they take Apple Pay? Leon doesn’t fucking know, and it doesn’t really matter, because he’s paying for your drinks anyway. Can’t figure out Uber, you think he knows what Apple Pay is?

That’s how it starts.

You show up every weekend to a bar you don’t belong at, take a seat next to Leon who always arrives before you and is half drunk by the time you get there, and the rest of the night, he buys your drinks. He doesn’t know a lot about you, that’s true, but you do talk a lot. Chat his ear off. Nothing important ever comes out of your mouth, but you overshare a lot of details that mean nothing. It’s cute, and it’s not like Leon’s got anyone else to talk to. It goes on like this, for months, until Leon finally asks you what you’re doing at this shit hole in the first place.

You blink at him, fake lashes a little crooked since you fixed them in the bathroom. Oh, right - Leon knows you’re a little slut because you sucked him off in a bathroom stall. There’s no glory hole at this place, no - but he put his leather jacket on the ground so you didn’t bruise your bare knees when you let the head of his cock bruise the back of your throat.

“I live close,” you explain, looking at Leon like a clueless little kitten. He swears your nose scrunches up, so fucking cute, and then he downs the rest of his drink before the way your makeup is smeared around your eyes turns him off.

Leon thinks differently of you after you swallowed his cum. After you did that. Not that he slut shames or anything, but - what you did was kind of slutty. He feels bad about that thought, even if it turns him on, so when he walks you home that night, he tells you he’s not a creep, that you can trust him - he’s a cop.

Not that you needed that information to trust him. You’re a little naive, and you’re obviously old enough to drink, but Leon wonders what’s wrong with you. Girls like you should be on dating apps, getting guys your age to buy you dinner or take you to the movies. Or looking for men even older than him, to spend money on you and buy you those heels with the red bottoms. Leon doesn’t remember what they’re called, just that ball busting porn seems to center around that brand of shoes.

You shouldn’t be blowing strange older men in gross bar bathrooms. He thinks about how long it took you to tie a cherry stem with your tongue and how he had to pay attention like it was the coolest shit he’s ever seen, and he feels annoyed all over again - but at the same time, a little charmed?

Anyway. You’re practically a stranger. Leon doesn’t even know what your pussy looks like when you move into his apartment. It happens so fast.

One night, you come to the bar looking like shit. There’s no lip gloss on your lips, just some dry looking color and for the first time, Leon understands what overline means, and your eye makeup is smeared around your eyes, and your hair is - not done? God, Leon is the most judgmental bastard in the world. A hypocrite too, judging you like that - since last night he spent about four hours jacking himself off to porn of girls who look just like you. So much for a porn free lifestyle. It's your fault he broke his porn freak streak.

With his non dominant hand, since the other was preoccupied with jacking his cock off - he typed up, spelling errors and all, exact features of your body to get better results. He was dedicated.

Yunggbh bslut gets fucked by old sdaddyh, for example.

Some results did come up, by the way. Last night was a good night. Anyway.

He asked you what was wrong, and you sniffled, demanded a vodka lemonade, and told Leon your troubles. Here’s what went down:

You acted like a little slut. Which, in this case - meant you were just being yourself. It’s okay, baby, Leon remembers saying, As your friend, I’m being honest. Okay? You just couldn’t help yourself, and that’s okay. God, it’s like the blind leading the blind. Leon, obsessed with a girl much too young for him, with scummy, dirty, awful, perverted thoughts about her, pretending to care about her problems so she might touch his dick - telling said girl that it’s okay she fucked her roommate's boyfriend, because she was just being herself.

It’s kind of beautiful. Meant to be, in a kinky, weird way, Leon thinks, ordering another drink for you and himself. Anyway, the point is - you have to find a place to stay, and you’re not sure where to go.

Leon, shit faced, says you can live with him. And that’s how it happens.

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You get under his skin.

You’re insane, annoying. Smoking hot. Leon didn’t know they made girls that look like you in real life, thought the women he saw in porn and online had to come from a factory somewhere, but he doesn’t see a shipping label anywhere on your body. You’re a little rude, although when someone is as hot as you are, society calls you bratty. Well, Pornhub does. Maybe not society.

Leon can complain all he wants, but that’s actually not something that’s annoying to him - Leon likes brats. Has watched enough bratty stepsis porn in his life to be okay with it, at least.

And anyway, it’s all his fault. Leon hardly knew you when he asked you to move in, which was one of his most pathetic moments. Just a drunk mistake, but how dumb are you, to move in with a man you don’t know? Sure, Leon has paid a small fortune for your drinks over the last few months, has walked you home, listened to you babble about dumb reality shows, assured you that he was a cop, and he knows what color your nipples are - but maybe that was just a long term, elaborate plan to get you to trust him so he could…traffick you or something. Fuck.

You’re so goddamn naive. But, hell - maybe he is too.

You’re a distraction - you come with a big, red warning label that Leon didn’t notice when he brought you home, because how could he? You might be a walking red flag, but you’ve covered that flag in enough pink and glitter that it’s impossible to see the true color of it.

On purpose? Leon’s not quite sure. All he knows, is that he can’t escape you.

Can’t escape the girly mess you leave all around his apartment in the form of little socks with tiny cartoon characters on it, the mugs you collect that take up space in his sink. Can’t escape the smell of your sweet perfume, the way it lingers in his car and on his clothes.

And that shit is really long lasting, because he just came home from the bar and he couldn’t even flirt with any women. Tried to get the number of some blonde in an attempt to distract himself from thoughts of you, and all she had to reply with was asking how old he was, and to tell his girlfriend that she has good taste in perfume.

Bitch. I don’t have a girlfriend, Leon wanted to say, but didn’t know how else to describe you. Even to himself. What can he say? I’ve got a little twenty something year old living in my house. Yeah, she lets me fuck her sometimes, but she’s not my girlfriend. It sounds bad to him, and he's the one living it.

Because that’s the progression. Yeah, Leon let you move in, and now there’s pieces of you all over his apartment, his car, his mind. Feels like you’re literally under his skin sometimes.

Tonight, he gets home, kicks off his boots, hangs up his leather jacket - and he runs a hand through his hair. Leon is tired. Tired of working so fucking much, tired of pretending like he has a life outside of his little thing with you, annoyed that when he was about to score with that busty blonde milf she threw the fact that he smelled like perfume in his face and tried to humiliate him - and he hates that he liked that too. Made his dick chub up a bit. What the fuck is wrong with him?

You’re not in the living room, so Leon figures you’re in your room - and he avoids that door. Likes you and all, just doesn’t want to deal with you right now. Besides, you could be filming, because - oh right, did he forget to mention? You make amature porn of yourself and sell it for money.

Yeah, that’s partially why Leon hates his life so much. You bring out the worst in him, bad habits and all. It’s just porn, Leon, you really don’t watch it? You’re so fucking old, I swear.

Of course, now he does watch it, but you're such a little brat - Leon's been looking at porn since before you were born.

And, yeah - he does think that little fact is hot.

Leon’s pretty sure he’s got blisters from how much he whacks off nowadays. Imagines you in your room, and sometimes presses his ear against the door when you're filming something. Can hear you, the little beep of your camera, the sound of your pussy, so wet while you rub yourself off and post the video for men even more pathetic than Leon to buy and -

Alright, alright. He can’t pretend like he’s not subscribed. He is. Feels a weird sense of intimacy, knowing that the mattress you lay on when you stuff toys inside of yourself is his, that the walls that your moans echo off of are paid for by him, that the cup you drink water out of after deepthroating a pink dildo on live chat is his, gifted to him by his aunt but. Whatever. He notices every curve of your perfect body, that stupid little Playboy bunny belly button ring you wear. He'll jack off in his room, then he times leaving his room, hand still salty with his spunk, to meet you in the kitchen while you're still in whatever sexy little outfit you filmed in.

“Thirsty?” He'll say, pretending like your ass cheeks aren’t hanging out. He’ll reach around you, grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “What are you wearing? It’s cold out. You need me to turn the heat on?” He’ll ask, as if he didn’t anonymously buy you that outfit from your wishlist. He’s such a fucking sick bastard.

But tonight - you’re not in your room. Leon can tell, because the light is off, and normally you’re awake this late, watching movies or dirtying up his kitchen that you won’t even bother cleaning. He won’t accept your money for rent, because he’s not that pathetic, can afford to pay for this place - but he thought you'd at least pick up after yourself. Instead, you leave messes everywhere that Leon has to clean, after he gets off work. Doing laundry naked, which you do, probably once a month, makes up for it. But sometimes you shrink his clothes.

And anyway, knowing you’re in his home, lazy and freeloading, probably playing with your pussy while he fights the urge to shoot himself in the head at work - it kind of turns him on. He’s got no clue why. Imagines you forcing him to fuck you or else you’ll tell mom and dad on the way home from work so he doesn’t drive his car into upcoming traffic and end his miserable existence right there. Porn brain. Thanks to you. Do you know what you’re doing to him?

You’re in his bed. You’re in a pair of purple panties that are the perfect amount of tight and your shirt has a weird picture of a stuffed bear on it. Leon’s half hard already, but he pretends like he’s annoyed. “Why are you in my room?” He asks, standing in the doorway. He waits for you to move, but you don’t. Of course you don’t.

Instead, you spread your legs, turn off whatever you were watching on his television. Probably deleted all his recordings too, because he’s old enough that he still does that. Has cable, that is. You asked what that was once. Leon got so hard, he almost cried when he made himself cum in the shower.

“Lighting was better in here. During sunset, you know,” you say casually, as if he’s supposed to know what that means. And then - oh. He does. You filmed in his room? You spread the lips of your little cunt and rubbed yourself to orgasm on camera on the phone that Leon added to his phone plan in his bed, and -

He pretends to be cool about it.

“Alright,” he says, sitting beside you in his bed. He leans against his pillows, watches you sit up and push your messy hair away from your face. Leon is pretty sure he sees a wet spot on your panties. Not to mention, the bed sort of smells like…pussy. It’s delicious. Gross, in a way that makes Leon lick his lips and fight back the desire to pull you up his body so you’re sitting on his face. He wants that, to taste you. Has only got to do it once, but wishes you’d make him do it everyday. Force him to. He probably needs medication.

You shirt is see through, but you break his imaginary boundaries and cozy up to his side. Grab his arm and lift it, tuck yourself against him and then place his arm around you. It’s hard to believe you’ve known each other less than a year, that you’ve only lived together for a few months. “Where’d you go tonight?” You ask, and Leon wonders if you get jealous. Knows he does, when you put on your slutty little outfits and go out with your friends.

Knows his cock got harder than it did when he went through his Viagra stage, which was before he met you, when you brought your friends over and teased him in front of them. When a pretty redhead, your bestie you said, laughed at him and then asked for a ride in a cop car which he can’t do, unless he wants to lose his job, and he doesn’t, because he wants to keep you and -

“Bar. Almost hooked up with some chick,” he says, trying to appear…like anyone but himself. He can’t tell if you’re jealous, but you throw a leg over him, definitely feel the bulge in his jeans, but you don’t say anything. Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to cuddle with roommates? Not to fuck them? Probably not, since they didn’t tell you not to move in with strange men who have fantasies about younger women controlling their lives. Anyway, Leon’s winning here, why should he complain?

“Why didn’t you?” You ask, tone bratty. Should get smacked in the face for that, instead, Leon just gropes your ass.

“She thought I had a girlfriend. Smelled your perfume,” and because he can’t stop nagging, he’s old, he adds, “Because you’re always spraying it in my car and I told you not to,” and you laugh. Well, giggle. It’s so sweet and so cute and your nipples are hard against him, and Leon just lets out a deep breath.

“I knew that perfume was long lasting. Need to write a review on the Sephora app. Anyway, Lee,” and since when did Leon say you could give him that nickname? He groans. “You can fuck me, if you want. Since I ruined your hookup,” you offer, pulling yourself onto his body. You’re straddling his hips, and then you take his hands, slip them under your shirt and place them on your perfect tits. Leon moans, because he’s pathetic, bucks his hips up and loves that you’re already so wet. He can feel the heat from your cunt through his jeans. You’re ready to go. Ready for him. He can see your arousal on the fabric of your panties.

He’s only a man, okay? He takes you up on that offer, because of course he does. Tonight, he wanted that woman that looked like she wouldn’t mind a bit of mommy play, but everyday? Leon wants you. He takes his clothes off, takes your clothes off, imagines all that stepsister porn shit in his brain while he rails you, because he’s broken, sits up and maneuvers you so you’re under him, fucks you so hard your head hits his headboard and wonders idly if you’re filming this for whatever little hustle you’ve got going on. Secret cameras exist. You’re a pro, really, you are, and you scratch his back and suck his neck and call him Daddy, and Leon likes that but not tonight.

“You got any siblings?” He says, one hand by your head, balancing his body so he doesn’t crush you, the other gripping the headboard. You tighten your legs around his hips, smile a little goofy, and keep his cock nice and snug and tight inside of you. He feels your walls hugging his cock.

“Yeah,” you say, and Leon wonders if you check his porn history. Same wifi and all that. Can people do that? Because you say, “A stepbrother.”

Leon cums inside of you, paints your insides with his seed and when he pulls out he uses that dumbass bear shirt to clean you off. He goes to shower, feeling manly for banging his hot, young roommate, when you call out, “Can I have my lace panties back? The ones with the white hearts on them. They’re pink. Think they’d look cute for the video I wanna film,” but Leon cuts you off. Opens his shower door, turns the water on and stands outside while it warms up.

Quirks a brow. Pretends to be clueless, wonders why you’re just laying in bed still while his cum is probably sticking to your cervix.

You laugh, sit up in bed and toss your dirty shirt into his hamper.

“I know you took them from my laundry basket,” you say, but you’re not judging. You’re cool with it, and ultimately, that’s why Leon likes you so much. Girl of his dreams and all. Leon feels comfortable with you. He’s never felt like this around anyone. You're the least judgmental woman that Leon has ever met.

The shower is hot now, but he walks to his closet and opens his sock drawer, grabs the panties that you’re asking for and tosses them to you on the bed. You cackle.

So much for limp dick Leon. He jacks off again in the shower, all thanks to you.

────

Honest truth? Leon has never lived with a woman. Not like this.

He says it’s hard to live with you, because he’s a negative bastard, but he really doesn’t know if it’d be like this with any woman. Isn’t sure if it’s normal for stuffed animals to cover every square inch of the house, doesn’t know if all women sit on their roommate's bathroom counter and get their little toe marks on the mirror when they do their makeup, because his bathroom lighting is better. One of these days, Leon swears you’re going to ask him to switch rooms with you, and he honestly doesn’t know if he’d be able to say no.

You’ve lived with him for six months now.

Today, Leon’s off of work. And you? You’re driving him crazy.

You’re ruining his couch, drenched yourself in coconut oil after your shower and you’re completely naked, drying off on the couch which really means just destroying the leather. And Leon’s dick is hard because he accidentally sat on your bunny stuffed animal, and you smacked him on the arm and - yup. It’s that easy these days. He's that easy for you.

Doesn't hurt that you're naked and shiny.

“Do you have an Instagram, Leon?” You randomly ask, while he sits on the ground of his own living room since you’re hogging the couch. He’s flicking through channels, leaning against the end of the couch where your feet are, and he swears you're purposely bumping your cute, pink painted toes into his head. Ruining his hair, you little brat.

He makes no move to change seating position though. Too busy dealing with the emotions of realizing that he’s upset you haven’t called him Lee in weeks.

“No,” he says, scoffing because he’s a drama queen. Probably picked that up from you. All he can think about is the fact that you smell like a tropical vacation, one he’s never taken, and that you’re all oiled up and so is your pussy because you shaved. He could slip right in. Taste you, feel you melt on his tongue, bend you over and rub the head of his dick through the oil on your thigh and fuck you in your ass -

“You’re so old,” you reply, sitting up. Leon turns his full attention to you, sits on the couch, loves the way your stomach has a roll and that you’ve got stretch marks on your tits yet you’re so young and so hot and so tight in the way that only women your age are. Don’t get him wrong - he likes older women too. It’s more about the personality of a woman then the looks that get him going, but you? You’re every wet dream he’s ever had come to life. Put the girls in the porn he watches to shame.

He wants to lick your pussy. Instead, he says, “Can I see your account?”

Leon plays dumb. He’s got an Instagram, no pictures and his user is rookiecookiecop, but he only uses it to jerk off to pictures of girls in bikinis that look like you. He doesn’t get it, all this talk about don’t objectify me from girls your age, when all you lot do is show your body off online in skimpy clothes. Begging for attention. At least you make money off of it, link in your bio and everything.

To be fair though, sometimes Leon logs on and watches fridge organization videos, or loyalty test street interviews. Podcast clips, depending on the algorithm of the day. God forbid he accidentally finds one of those Republican blonde chicks hot. You can’t tell someone's political affiliation just from their bikini pics, but a mistake like that will fuck up his Explore page for sure. But they're entertaining enough, all those videos, while he’s warming his dick up with a hand in his pants in his bed at night.

You hand Leon your phone, and your page is cute. Coffee everyday, pink hair clips and little keychains on your purse and lots of cleavage and little skirts and friends just as hot as you. Pictures of the dinners Leon has taken you out to, or when he drives you in his car somewhere, or when you watch a movie together. His arm is the only thing showing in these photos, of course, but his chest feels full of something like love, because he’s a pathetic idiot loser pervert, but it’s kind of nice you want to document your time with him. His arm looks sexy too. His new protein powder must be working.

A lot of guys comment on your stuff, and then Leon can’t help but ask, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend? Why do you type in all lowercase?” You laugh at the second part, scoot closer to him, take your phone back and set your phone on the coffee table and place a hand in the middle of his chest to push him down. You shrug, before climbing up his body, settling on his face.

Your confidence - it’s fucking sexy. Treating Leon like you own him. You sort of do, he’ll admit it. He wants you to know it too.

“‘Cause I got you,” you say, possibly the most romantic thing Leon’s heard in fifteen years. “You're such a good friend. Take good care of me. You don't judge me," and then you add, "Lick my pussy, Daddy?” And Leon does. ‘Course he does. You’re his roommate, his crush, the girl of his dreams - but most of all, you’re his baby, aren’t you? You give him hell, need his protection, live with him and he provides for you and -

He sucks your clit into his mouth. On his face, you cum three times, all from his tongue which makes him feel pretty good. You’re the only girl he knows who is so willing to have her ass played with, his perfect little slut, so he fingers your hole and nearly gets a charley horse in his bicep when his arm tenses up keeping you in place in his face. It feels good, holding you down and prodding at you. He wants you to squirt, but he’s not sure he’s got the skills for that quite yet.

Probably needs more practice. He’ll ask you for some more later.

But Leon’s pretty content right now, smothered under your pretty pussy, two fingers knuckle deep in your ass, your soft skin suffocating him because you’re right about the oil, you feel baby soft. Which works, being his baby, because you keep calling him Daddy and Leon loves it so much. You moan like he’s the best mouth you’ve ever had, which is sweet, since he hears you get yourself off in your own room constantly, and you get much louder than you are right now.

You don’t squirt, but you’re satisfied. Thank Leon for the orgasms and his enthusiasm (ouch) before walking off to your room. You don’t offer to return the favor or anything, but it’s okay.

Leon came in his boxers, untouched. Forget all that shit he saw online about how to fix a dick that won’t get hard. No need to cut out alcohol, no need to take magic pills, no need to eat healthy or workout less or stop porn.

Apparently, all Leon needed was to meet someone like you.

Phew.

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“There’s no more alcohol,” you say one night, cutting up strawberries on the kitchen counter top with no cutting board. Leon’s got to ask about the way you grew up - it’s like you know nothing about living as an adult, but who’s he to judge? Your immaturity works in his favor. He, and he knows it's sick, wants you to rely on him.

“Okay,” he says, mood a little sour from yet another shitty day at work. Another shitty day in his brain, so bad he sort of thinks he should look in his bathroom cabinet and see if those pills a doctor prescribed years ago for depression might still work. “Go buy some. You need some cash?”

You snort, which is unattractive but cute, and Leon feels a little better just being around you. You’re eating fruit salad for dinner, and even though he bought the groceries and he just came home from work, you don’t offer him any. Makes his dick stir, at your selfishness. He needs therapy, badly. But a quick fix, he realizes, can be found at the bottom of a liquor bottle.

He just can’t believe all the alcohol in the apartment is really gone - just figured you stopped looking after checking one cabinet, but. He can’t take that risk. It’s a Friday night, anyway.

“Wanna come with me to the store?” Leon asks, shutting the fridge door after he sees nothing on interest. You nod, and then you hand him what he thinks is a strawberry, but it’s just the leaf part. You want him to throw it away, so he does.

“Yes,” you say, so excitedly it actually almost makes Leon smile. You like him, want to hang out with him, want to be around him. Someone like you - sweet and pretty with a pussy that makes more money than his brain and his brawn, and you want to spend time with an old fuck like him. It’s flattering, honestly.

So he drives to the store. Leon doesn’t open your door to the passenger seat, and you get all upset, huffing and sighing until Leon asks what’s wrong. “You didn’t open my door,” you bitch, and he rolls his eyes, hands you his phone that’s already connected to the bluetooth because he knows you, and he knows you want to play Katrina, Sarina, what is it again? Sabrina Carpenter? Yeah, that’s it. Leon thinks she’s pretty cute.

“I’m not your boyfriend,” Leon answers, maybe a bit too rudely, because you don’t have a snarky comment back like usual. Instead, you just dramatically look out the window while the new Britney Spears sings about trying out fuzzy pink handcuffs. Drama queen.

You go to a corner store, because Leon doesn’t want to deal with an actual grocery store right now. Not when it’s dark outside, not when you’re in an outfit that you can’t even bend over to grab a basket in without your whole ass showing. It’s hot, shows a lot of leg even in the car, but Leon cares about you and he has a jealous streak, even if he got off last night to the thought of someone who wasn't him giving you the fuck of your life (while he watched and played clean up boy), so he opens the car door for you and takes off and holds out his jacket so you don’t flash anyone on the way out of the car. You smile a little.

“I’ll buy you anything you want,” he teases, because it’s the cheapest 'date' in the world, and then you grin. There's a little lip gloss on your teeth, and Leon wants to lick it off. “Cigarettes?” You ask, teasing right back. Heard Leon’s drunk and coked up rant last month, about how unsexy it is when women smoke.

As if he didn’t, in his youth, ask someone a woman to put cigarette out on him. He’s got mental problems and he knows it.

He tells you no to the cigarettes, puts his jacket back on, walks you inside the store and lets you go nuts. He picks up a basket that’s falling apart, stuffs it with too much junk and too much alcohol, and he’s a really bad person because he’s so much older than you, should be showing you good habits, but the honest truth is that he doesn’t have any. Not one. Can go months without eating a piece of broccoli, okay? He only buys healthy shit for you, like the fruit.

He walks around to find you, can see the way the other men at this corner store are looking at you, and it makes him sick - because he wonders if that’s how he looks. Is it? Like a wolf, licking his chops, ready to pounce on poor Red Riding Hood? The fact that he even remembers that fairy tale sort of makes him embarrassed, so he focuses on finding you in one of the aisles, where you’re looking at the calorie difference on powdered sugar donuts or chocolate ones. You settle on an apple pie scone thing, put it in the basket.

“You’re an alcoholic,” you comment when you look in the basket, a little too loud, and Leon forces out a laugh. People are looking at you both, probably wondering why you’re shit talking him, or why you’re even standing together to begin with. He wonders if he looks old enough to be your dad. Hopes he doesn't, but maybe he does. People look your way, but Leon ignores them, knows you’re trailing behind him on the way up to the cash register.

Everything is fine. Normal. The smell of your perfume lingers in the air and the sound of your little heels on the ground are comforting in Leon’s ears. He gets his ID ready while he waits in line, as if he really needs to show it with his greying hair and the lines on his face when he smiles. But then -

You shriek. Leon turns around so fast, and when he realizes what happened, he drops the basket he’s holding on the ground and looks to you. You look so scared, and it’s all happening so fast but Leon realizes what’s going down and he feels an anger he’s never experienced in his entire life.

He feels like a bad guy all the time, true - but the fact is, he’s really not. Sexual deviance aside. He had dreams of serving his community, wants to help and wants to do what’s right. He’s done good for so many people in his career, and just because he has a crippling porn addiction and an Only Fans model living in his home doesn’t mean all the good he's ever done didn't happen - or that he doesn't have an ounce left of it in his body.

Leon doesn't like what's happening, and he's not going to stand for it. Fuck no. Not when you're so upset. Some loser just smacked you on the ass - and this time, it wasn't him.

“I recognize you,” a random guy says. Ugly, reeking of marijuana and something stale. Since you moved in, Leon’s sense of smell has changed. So used to vanilla and floral and expensive and sweet that anything bad is extra noticeable now. You've changed his life. “You’re that girl, hey, John,” he calls out, and his buddy turns around. “She’s the girl I’m subscribed to.”

You’re getting recognized at the gas station. The men standing there know what your pussy looks like, know what your nipples look like, know what you look like when you cum. Leon looks at you, and you’re about to cry, but he knows violence isn’t going to solve anything. He thinks fast, but he’s always been good at that. Leon steps towards the guys.

“Subscribed to what? You want to explain to me what the fuck you're talking about?” He asks, and you grip his arm but he shrugs it off. Hears you tell him to let it go, it’s not worth it. But Leon’s not going to do that. No, he’s not ashamed about what you do - doesn’t think you should be either. Thinks these two punks, two guys your age that are so fucking stoned they don’t know they’re seconds away from Leon pulling the cop card and calling someone to drag their ass to the station for a drug charge.

But every cop knows - better to just scare them. So he does.

“I’m her father, and you just smacked her ass in front of me. In public. Some man, huh? You want to tell me what that subscription is? I should beat your ass just for looking at my daughter wrong."

Leon doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Words just fly out, and he scares the fuck out of the two guys so bad that they both drop their shit and leave. Leon pays for the stuff you want, a hand on the small of your back while you try to calm down, and then he opens your car door and helps you with the seatbelt, feeling oddly protective.

But once he sits on the driver's seat, starts the car, you break down in tears. Sobbing. Little sniffles, rubbing your face full of makeup onto the white sweater you have - and Leon knows that it’s ruining it. Staining it. He’s the one that washes it.

“Sweetheart,” he says, the nickname rolling off his tongue. “It’s,” he doesn’t know what to say. “It’ll be okay. I’m sorry I didn’t hit them, or beat their ass, or whatever you wanted me to do but,” but you let out a wail, and undo your seatbelt, throwing yourself over the center console to wrap your arms around his neck.

“That was so scary,” you say, and Leon feels so fucking bad. “It’s one thing when it’s virtual, you know? But in real life. It's just awful,” and you cry and cry and cry, and all Leon can think of is - duh. It’s horrible that this happened to you, makes him want to shoot both of those dicks in the, well, dick - but you had to know that real people were looking at your pics. Your videos too. Truth be told, Leon should’ve asked this a long time ago but - where are your parents? Do you seriously not have a decent adult to guide you?

“I know, baby,” he says instead. You go back to your seat, makeup smeared, and Leon knows he’s falling hard for you because he doesn’t think it makes you unattractive. He still thinks you’re beautiful, just. A beautiful raccoon.

He takes you home. Carries the bags from the store. You sit on the couch and pull a blanket over your lap, one of your fuzzy ones that are too small for Leon to use but fit you just right, and he puts the snacks and some of the liquor away. He’s about to take a swig out of a bottle to calm his nerves, when he hears your voice from the living room.

“Leon,” you whimper. He walks over to you immediately. “Do you subscribe to any other girls?” Your voice sounds like you’re worried about what his answer might be, and he doesn’t understand why that’s something you’re worried about right now.

You know that Leon likes you. Look at everything he does for you. He's made it clear that even if you didn’t let him fuck you, he’d still let you live here - but at this point, you really could afford your own room somewhere. You’re friends. Why would it matter if he subscribed to -

Wait.

Other girls?

Does that mean you know that he’s subscribed to you? He flushes red, flustered as he sits beside you on the couch. Hands you a little bottle of vodka to swig out of that he carried in from the kitchen, and you do. Don’t even make a face or anything. Maybe you are related. You hand the bottle back.

“I know you subscribe to me. Rookiecookiecop. Who else could it be? You've said that before when you told one of your stupid jokes.”

Leon shakes his head, takes a swig of his own. “Could be anyone. Lots of cops. I don’t,” but he gives up. Shakes his head again and taps a finger on the bottle he's holding. “Fine. I do. Just you, though. Why’re you worried about that?”

You shrug. You look so sad and small all of a sudden, and Leon just wants to wrap you up in your stupid blanket and rock you to sleep. He doesn’t know if it’s fatherly, or a feeling a boyfriend would get. It doesn’t really matter - he just wants to take care of you.

“I just don’t know why you don’t like me like that. Like…more. I know that you’re hot and you’ve got your shit together,” and as these words leave your mouth, Leon genuinely thinks you’re pulling his leg. That you’re teasing him. Because - you’re out of your mind. You think that he’s got his shit together? He can’t even walk past your laundry basket without grabbing a pair of your dirty panties. He let a random girl move in, he secretly subscribed to her online porn page. He’s a depressed alcoholic who shouldn’t have access to a gun for his own mental health, and you -

You’re beautiful. Sexy. Caring, when you want to be. Leon loves you, but he doesn’t know what that means. Doesn’t know what that looks like. So he scoots closer, puts the bottle down on the coffee table, wraps one arm around your shoulders and then places his other hand on your thigh, so he’s all in your space. Your fake eyelash is falling off but he doesn’t even care, really. He presses a kiss to your nose.

“You’re so wrong,” he whispers, because that sums it up. “About everything. You have no idea, the things you do to me,” and he’s going to regret saying this, but he has to let you know. Would feel guilty, keeping this truth from you. “You’re too good for me. You see that, don’t you? Could do so much better than all this. I can’t be your boyfriend, because you deserve someone better, baby. Okay? But I’ll be what you need me to be, as long as you need it. Just you,” you nod. You understand. Leon doesn't even need to finish his speech.

You kiss him, and you’re good at all sex acts but you could use some work with your kisses. Too much saliva, that Leon slurps up because it's you, and this is the closest he's ever gotten to a woman spitting in his mouth. Your teeth knock into each other for a second. Leon loves it. Reminds him of his first kiss, and his dick swells up in his pants. “Lee,” you whisper against his lips, and Leon missed that nickname but he still cringes, cups your face with one hand, uses his thumb to try to clean some of your makeup up. “Want you to be Daddy tonight.”

Leon can do that.

────

You like to call Leon Daddy, and he gets it. Understands the appeal, because anytime he sees a woman over thirty with big tits he wants to call them Mommy. There’s something comforting about choosing your own authority figure - to just relax, turn your brain off, have someone else make all the rules for you.

Leon wouldn’t consider himself dominant. Sometimes he worries he’s only two porn categories away from having a foot fetish, truth be told, because he just likes the feeling of someone else taking control.

And, because he paid for your pedicure last month and you let him look at your toes close up to see where his hard earned government money went. You're so sexy to him, you bring out new fetishes - and Leon thinks that's beautiful.

He loves your bratty behavior. Loves that you tease him about his drinking habits and his porn addiction and his age, loves that you disregard his needs unless you need something from him, like cash to get your nails done or to buy something dumb at the mall. He’s pretty sure that even with all the money you make, he’s the one solely funding your coffee habit. You’re selfish, and rude, but you’re so hot and you’re so young and Leon likes that about you. Loves that he can take care of you, be your Daddy, someone you trust and look up to - even when he bends to every single whim you have, and sometimes feels like your bitch boy more than anything else.

Your dynamic gives him a chance to be the pathetic loser he wants while also tricking him into thinking of himself like a winner. Because yeah, you might wear his balls around your neck because even when you don’t sleep in his bed, he lets you keep your stuffed animals in his bed all night with him just in case you come in there if you have a nightmare, but you’re dumb enough and sexy enough that everytime he gets a chance to play with you he feels like the man. Other men can only dream of living the kind of life he lives with you, and for the first time, Leon really does feel like he’s a winner.

He’s such a loser.

You wanna be babied tonight? Leon will do that. He carries you to his bedroom, eats up the way you compliment his big, strong arms, is supposed to be in charge but you tell him exactly what to do. How you want him to fuck you, how many fingers you want him to use when he opens you up, if he’s allowed to give you any hickeys (no, and it’s just a slap in the face at this point because Leon’s never marked you up - but you’ve done it to him, make it impossible for him to get laid by anyone else).

“Daddy,” you say, when Leon gently takes your clothes off, positions himself between your legs and softly licks up your slit. You’re not even wet yet, which means this Daddy thing is more than just sexual for you. Truth be told, Leon did always figure you had no relationship, or a strained one with your father. On Father’s Day this year, you did a 24-hour broadcast on your camming account, and Leon’s pretty sure any woman doing that has daddy issues that run bone deep.

But who’s he to judge? Imagining that he’s your father can get his dick so hard, sometimes he can literally cum without touching himself.

“Yeah, baby,” Leon assures, licking your pussy and running a finger lightly around your clit, teasing before he drags his finger down and pushes it inside of you. Your back arches off the bed like it feels so fucking good, and maybe it does, but Leon doesn’t know how it compares when he knows you shove ten inch dildos in your pussy on camera. He’s bought you one before. “Daddy’s here.”

“Fuck me,” you say, like you changed your mind about the foreplay. You’re wet enough now that Leon doesn’t feel bad for fucking you without getting you all properly good and wet, so he positions himself on top of you, spits in his hand and rubs it on the tip of his aching hard dick, because yeah, he’s already that turned on, has a hero complex and the fact that you were all over him with tears, well - he's a cop for a reason.

And then he pushes his dick inside of you, and you cry and scratch his back so hard that he hisses - but he knows he just stretched your tight little cunt out without much warning. It's what you wanted though, what you demanded from him, right?

“Tell me something sweet,” you beg, and Leon looks down at you, taken aback. You’re always the flirty one in bed - saying filthy, sexy things. Bending yourself into crazy positions, but right now you really seem upset. Maybe you’re more emotionally disturbed than Leon thought. Maybe you really do have problems that lead you to live this kind of lifestyle. Maybe Leon’s a worse guy than he thought -

But you being so vulnerable is making his balls tighten, much faster than usual, and he fucks you so brutal and so rough and the only sweet thing he can think of really isn’t that sweet at all.

“Perfect little slut,” he manages to say, pulling out so he doesn’t cum inside of you. "You make a real pretty cumrag." If you’re filming tomorrow, he feels bad about giving you a creampie - doesn't know if you can get it all out in time to get a close up of your pussy. Not fair to you. So he pulls his dick out before he can cum, jerks himself off for a second before he busts his nut all over your sweet little stomach and that sexy belly button ring. He’ll help you properly clean it when you're both done.

Leon sucks. He didn’t get you off. Came in about five minutes. But -

“Lick the cum off. Finish me off,” you whine, so Leon does, licks his own seed off of your stomach, your skin warm and soft under his tongue. To be honest, he doesn’t taste that bad, which makes sense why you’re so obsessed with sucking his dick. Protein powder for the win again, he supposes. Leon cleans you off, and then he licks you out. You cum from his tongue pressed hard in your hole, his thumb circling your clit.

He’s Daddy, so he carries you to the bath and lets you tease him about being a grown man in a pink bubble bath. It’s your bath bomb that you're both using, but, yup, you guessed it - Leon likes the humiliation. Dick half hard and pressing into your back while you two relax together and raise the cost of his water bill. You love your baths. Take one almost every day.

“You feel better?” He asks, rubbing up and down your soft thigh. Leon kisses your head.

“Yeah,” you say, a little happier than before. “I really like you, Leon. You take such good care of me. You’d make a really good boyfriend.” You’re silent, while Leon absorbs the compliment that gets rid of about two years of emotional trauma inside of him. Then you break the silence.

“Why’d you tell those guys you were my dad?” You giggle, and Leon shrugs. He’s embarrassed, because he doesn’t even know himself. “First thing I thought of,” he admits, and you lean back against his chest. All is right in the world. Until -

“Don’t get mad, Leon, but,” and then you tell him. You tell him the truth.

That you’ve secretly been filming every single time you've had sex with him. You explain that it gets the highest views, and you always crop out his face, and now that people know he’s your dad they’ll probably tell the internet forums, because after all, you are a very popular creator. So it works out, you say, that Leon pretended to be your dad today. People online are into that kind of shit, you tell him, and pretty please don’t be mad.

Leon, he’s - he doesn’t even know. Doesn’t even know what to fucking say. You’ve been secretly filming him fucking you, putting it online and -

That’s a crime. That’s literally a fucking crime. Men go to jail for that sort of thing. For a long time. Leon is speechless. He feels betrayed. Violated. Even worse, you pocketed all the money you got from those videos?

You must take his lack of talking to mean he's not mad. So you start lathering yourself in soap, chatting about the pink flip phone you want Leon to buy you, one you saw on eBay a few weeks ago, so you can get one to match his artifacts. Leon wants the bath to swallow him down the drain.

“I,” he says, pulling away from you just slightly. “I don’t,” he can’t form a thought. “No.” But he says it like a question. “You know that’s illegal, don’t you? I could lose my job.”

And then you turn to him, eyes big, the makeup almost all washed off after crying. Your lips are in a pout, and you rub your ass against his cock. You're manipulative, Leon sees it now. You're smarter than you look, and Leon feels queasy and...a little scared?

“Daddy,” you say, and he guesses you're back to that now. You know how to play him. Forget selling pictures of your body - you need to make a fucking online course to teach women how to get away with murder.

“Please?” Another pause, and you lick your lips like you’re thinking and it makes Leon want to groan. “I mean, if you told anyone, they’d know it was you. Plus, if you really did get fired, we could probably just make more videos for more money. It’s not a big deal.”

Leon feels like he hates you a little bit. Feels like he walked into a trap, a prison with his eyes closed, and now he's stuck.

But somehow, by the end of the bath - Leon steps out with his dick painfully hard, dries the both of you off, and pulls his phone out while you cuddle up to him in bed. He buys you the phone you asked for, all while you read the comments and requests from your viewers and subscribers out loud to him.

“Put your dad in panties,” you read, literally throwing your head back in a laugh. Leon is red in the face, but the truth is?

He’s never been so hard.

And he’s pretty sure you do have access to his porn history -

How’d you know his favorite category was Blackmail?

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Give Me Everything | E.M x PlusSize!Reader

Anonymous requested: I was wondering if you could do a story on a plus size best friend reader.. who was asked out by a jock on a dare or who Eddie walks into her room to see her sitting on the floor upset because her favourite dress is getting tight.. and he shows her how much he loves her body even if she can't see it... Maybe with like a praise/breeding kink.. or whatever you want to do 😁🫠👉👈 Recently went through a weight gain, and I'm so hard on myself.

AN: As a plus-size girly myself, I got you bbg. 😚

CW: bestfrined!Eddie x f!reader, self-loathing, self-depreciation, weight gain, body image, Eddie is a big ol' simp, soft dom, praise, oral, p in v, breeding kink, creampies, Pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl etc.)

wc: 3k

When the former basketball team captain ran into you at the local bar and asked you out, you were hesitant to say yes.

Your body never bothered you…until it did. The perks, your tits never looked better; the downside was you felt big. You’re still getting used to this new body, the body that you didn’t like.

Maybe your favourite dress would be the thing to help. So you dug into the depths of your closet. It has been a while since you’ve even attempted to put it on. The summer months were finally here; you could use this pick-me-up.

You stepped into the A-line skirt. So far, so good. When you tried to bring the straps up, things took a turn. It felt so tight; it dug into your soft flesh, your skin popped out around the straps, and the buttons in the front weren’t even close enough together to do up. You turn to see the taught fabric surrounding your back, all lumpy with back rolls.

Silent tears start to shed as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror. You never even heard the knock on your door or the lock click when your best friend entered your home with his copy of the key. You didn’t see how Eddie’s face dropped when he saw you criticizing every inch of your body. The way his heart broke when he saw your tear-stained cheeks in the reflection of the mirror.

Eddie knew you had a date. He came for moral support and to maybe convince you not to go for his own personal reasons.

He was shocked when you revealed the name of the guy who had asked you out. Jason Carver. Number one douchebag of class of ‘87. He thought you were joking, but you didn’t grow up in Hawkins; you moved here after college. No way you would have known the country club- bible-thumping moron was his arch-nemesis all those years ago.

“Y/N”

You jumped when the soft whisper of Eddie’s voice filled the room.

“Eddie, I didn’t hear you come in.” You quickly try to wipe away the tears, embarrassed that he saw you like this, looking like this.

You quickly grab your oversized t-shirt and pull it over your head to cover up your shame.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You’re quick to reply.

“Don’t do that, you always do that. Tell me what’s wrong.” He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the bed.

“It’s so embarrassing.” Your voice cracks, and you want to die.

“It’s me we are talking about, babe; nothing you can do is embarrassing.”

Eddie was right; you shared everything. He knew all of your deepest, darkest secrets. All of them, but this one.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking.

“I’m no model, I’m not the size I use…” You look down, and you are not able to finish your sentence. It hurt too much to say out loud. "Nothing fits me anymore." You mumble.

“What?” He stroked the back of your head, trying to calm you.

“Nothing fits me anymore!” You break.

“So we will buy new clothes.”

“That’s not-ugh. You don’t get it,” he would never understand.

“Then tell me.”

“I never used to be like this.” You gestured to yourself.

“Like what?”

“Big!”

“You’re not big”

“Eddie… stop. I am… I just wanted to put on my favourite dress to feel better about myself, but now it doesn’t fit me anymore.” You sniffle.

“Y/N.” your name fell off of Eddie’s lips-laced with such sorrow.

“And now I have to find something to wear for this date in two hours, and I have nothing. I don’t even know if I like the guy, but he’s the first one who asked me out in a year, and I just wanted to feel pretty… to feel wanted... desired.”

“You are pretty; you are beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.” your mouth speaks, but you can't ignore the butterflies that come with those words.

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Eddie poured his heart out.

“You have to say that- you’re just trying to make me feel better.

“I’m really not, and if Jason doesn’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve to go out with you.” He shuffled closer to you. “That guy is a fucking loser! Peaked in high school. It’s killing me that you agreed to go out with him.”

“Maybe that’s what I deserve…”

“What?”

"If he is the only kind of guy that wants me it's what I deserve."

"Don't you dare say that," Eddie cups your face to force you to make eye contact.

"Why on earth would you think so little of yourself?"

"Because... no one wants the big girl." your eyes glazed with tears once again.

Eddie knew he fucked up by not telling you his feelings earlier on, but he was scared.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are. Please."

"What?"

"I can't watch you go on this date without letting you know that it should have been me to ask you first. I was scared of what it would do to us, but I like you; I like you more than a friend should. I think about you all the time, and I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want you to understand that your body is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.

"Eddie I-"

"Please"

"O-okay."

Eddie crashes his lips into yours. Nothing about this is sweet. It is primal and needy, like he can finally drink you in after weeks of thirst. His hand travels to the back of your head and gently lays you back on the bed. His body is hovering over yours as your fingers tangle in his hair. He tastes like spearmint gum and cigarettes. You breathe in his woodsy cologne, giving you a head rush.

His kisses become more gentle, more calculated as the both of you begin to mould into one. Curious hands travelled under your skirt as he felt the soft skin of your thigh, bringing it up so he could get closer.

The skirt of the dress you still had on fell, exposing more of your leg, and Eddie couldn't resist taking a peek.

He rose, and you let out a soft moan at the loss of contact.

"It's okay, baby. I just needed to see you. How beautiful you are spread open for me."

That made you flush. Never have you seen this side of Eddie before. Only in your wildest fantasies could you dream of these words being spoken from his mouth.

the self-consciousness quickly set in as you needed to close your legs, but Eddie's strong hand found the meat of your inner thoughts and pried them open with ease.

"No baby, I need you to be a good girl, and keep these open. Do you think you can do that for me?" He leaned in and gently kissed your inner thigh, another part of you you've been particularly loathing lately.

"i don't know" IT was so overwhelming.

"We don't have to keep going if you don't want to... But I would be honoured if you let me have you this way." It would be the highest compliment, the most trust you put into a man.

"I want to, but im nervous." You've not shown anyone your body since the weight gain; you never wanted to. But something about Eddie made you feel safe and wanted.

"we will go slow. I want to savour every second." He smirked and you couldn't help but cover your face. Why was he making you feel so giddy?

"No, no. I need to see you, pretty girl." Eddie's rough fingers intertwined with yours as he peeled your hands away from your face.

"You can't say things like that to me!" you squeak.

"Why? dose it make your pussy feel all tingly?"

"Eddie!"

"Oh, I bet it does; you like me talking you up? Good, because so do I." His lips latched on yours once again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth before he pulled away to kiss his way down your neck until your shirt got in the way.

"Take it off." His hands slid underneath, feeling the fabric of the tight dress bunched up around your middle. This was another barrier he would need to convince you to get rid of.

"Eddie..."

"Please? I want to make you feel good." His hands inched up further and further towards your breasts.

You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh before nodding in agreement. Your hands find the hem of your shirt before slowly peeing it off, exposing your lacy bra.

"Fuck" You hear Eddie exhale above you.

When you slowly open your eyes, you see a man above you, full of lust and primal desire. A man to whom you thought never to be attracted to you, yet here he is, ready to devour you like you're his last meal.

"You're so fucking perfect." He reaches to grope you, not able to resist not touching your chest.

He can feel your pebbled nipples through the thin blue lace that hardly concealed anything. The thought that Jason was the one who might have gotten to see this instead of him drove him mad with jealousy.

You swore you heard him mumble the word 'mine' before leaning in to kiss your skin right above where the bra lay on your breast. His plump lips were so soft on your skin as his kisses turned into licks and nips through the fabric. His hands cupped and squeezed your tits as you watched him become a man possessed.

You arched your back up into Eddie as he fondled you; you can also feel how hard Eddie is becoming against your thigh.

You moaned his name, and that only made Eddie need you more.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to taste you, baby?”

“No,” your breath is sharp and shocked.

“No?” He cocks his head, “Well, I need to get better at showing you just how much I need you.” He takes your hand and guides it to his jeans, where his cock is strained beneath.

Your eyes widen as you feel the stiff outline before you reach up to kiss him, but he pulls away, making his way down your body as he pulls down your dress, leaving you in only your matching panties and bra.

Your hands instinctively cover your stomach, but Eddie beats you to it, catching your hands mid-air and tilting his head.

“I don’t think so, baby; it’s just me.” He guides your hands to rest beside your body before he tentatively moves his own hands to your inner thighs.

“You trust me?” He continued.

You can’t form words; the only thing you can do is nod your head dumbly. No one had made you feel so desired, wanted... needed.

“Good girl”

Eddie finds his own hands pushing your legs open as far as they can go so he can see the wet patch that has formed in the gusset of your panties. A knowing smirk breaches his face as he leans forward to lay a gentle kiss on your covered pussy lips before taking a deep breath in. Your scent filled his nostrils, making you squeak with embarrassment.

“Eddie!”

“Can’t help myself, you smell so delicious…. Can’t wait to taste you.” He hooks a finger in your panties to move them to the side.

“So pretty,” he whispered into your lower lips before leaning a long wet kiss to your clit.

“Oh god!” You cry, arching your back into him as he makes out with your pussy.

“Tastes even better than you smell, baby.”

His tongue licks a long, drawn-out strip from your home to your clit, making you even wetter than before.

A mix of Eddie’s saliva and your slick coat on your inner thighs as he ravished you. The way his lips and tongue worked your clit and folds was head spinning.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You cry as your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.

Your body shakes beneath your best friend don’t let go until he’s consumed all of you.

“Holy shit,” you catch your breath. No other words came to mind as your blissed-out state takes over all of you.

“You did such a good job f’me” he mumbled into your pussy before pulling back.

You see his shiny lips and chin break into a smile as he crawls back up your body to kiss you. You pull him down into you, and his body weight feels so good on top of you. You need more; you need to be closer.

“More,” you say into the kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“Eddie, please.” You whine, hardly recognizing your own voice. You’re so full of want and need for Eddie. He is the only thing you can focus on.

“Patients, baby,” he leans back to remove his clothes.

First came his shirt and then his belt; you watched as his ring-clad fingers skilfully undid the intricate lock of the belt buckle and teased you as he slowly undid his pants.

Your hands travelled up your chest, and you played with your nipples to entice Eddie to move faster, but he was savouring the moment. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks; he had been waiting too long for this moment to not make it last.

"You're so pretty spread out like this, just for me."

“I want you so bad,” you moan as his boxers finally are tugged from his waist, and what you’ve wanted the most is sprung free. “I need you.”

“You have me, all of me.” Another feverish kiss was taken, and you couldn’t help but grind your bare hips into his own.

“No more waiting.”

“No more waiting baby, I have you.” You feel him rock the warm head of his cock through your cum soaked folds back and forth collecting your slick so he can slide into you with ease.

“Baby please.” You beg.

“What about protection?”

“No condom” you shake your head.

“No? You want me to fill this pretty little pussy? Claim you? Breed you? Make you mine?”

“Yes” you plead with a hint of desperation in your voice. The glint behind your eyes was too much for Eddie to say no.

“You want to be mine?”

“So bad, Eddie. Please, I want to be yours. I’ll give you everything, please.”

“Such a good girl. I like it when you tell me what you want.” He stroked the side of your face before cupping it to take you into a long kiss as his cock penetrated your leaking hole.

Another muffled moan from the both of you filled the room as his cock stretched your inner walls. Never had you had someone this big before; it's been a little over a year since you’ve had sex with a man. You don’t remember why you’ve waited this long. All thoughts about body image and self-hatred melted away with each brush of his cock.

“Fucking pussy is so tight.” He gritted through his teeth, trying not to spill his load into you already. Eddie swore he died and this was heaven. Your pussy was heaven on earth; nothing ever felt this good, not anyone, not anything.

“Faster.” Your hips matched his rhythm as you ground down onto his cock.

"You sure you can handle it, baby?"

"Yes!"

Lewd sounds of wet skin slapping filled the empty space of your bedroom. Cries of pleasure and touches of wanting filled the space and one another minds as the two of you couldn't get enough.

"Love how needy you are for me. Just can't resist my cock can you baby?"

unintelligible left your lips as Eddie rocked furiously into you.

"Anwer me, baby, or I'll stop. You were doing so good before."

"Yes! I want your cock." you cried.

"I'm so proud of you; you're taking me so well. Who's my beautiful girl?"

"m-me," you stutter as his cock brushes your spot.

"Fuck youre so beauiful. You're going to be even more beautiful after you're filled with my cum. You want hat baby? Want my load inside of you?"

"Yes!" your fingers dig into the flesh of Eddies back, leaving raised red scratches in their wake.

"Please- wanna cum so bad." you breath

"Fuck yes, baby, claim me. Make me yours cum on my cock."

It didn't take much longer as Eddie began to play with your swollen bud of nerves before you were falling apart all over again. A silent scream, your jaw hung lax as the sound gets caught in your throat, and another tidal wave, this one bigger than the last, washed over your whole body as his cock and fingers continued to work your needy pussy.

Eddie watched your fucked out state feeling so satisfied with himself. "Fuck that's my girl, squeezing me so fucking good." You feel Eddie jerk one last time before he spills everything inside of you. "Fucking take it."

You snap out of it when you feel the weight of Eddie collapses on top of you. You let out a giggle in your blissed-out state.

"Something funny, pretty girl?"

"No-no, everything is perfect. Thank you, Eddie." You brushed his swaety hair off his perspiering face.

"No baby, I think I need to be thanking you. Never has anyone let me fuck them like that."

"Never?" You shy away, realizing what youve asked of him.

"Don't worry. You're the only one I've ever wanted to do that with. I think you unlocked something inside of me." He kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Yea, I like you... a lot. If that's not obvious."

"I like you too, Eddie."

"I sure hope so you let me cum in you." He snorted.

"God, you're so vulgar."

"Yea, but you like it. "

"I do."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson fan fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson request #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson x best friend reader #bestfriend!eddie munson #bestfriend!eddie munson x reader

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redcoralpot · 2 years ago

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U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam.

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home.

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered.

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself.

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath.

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

#x male reader #male reader #male y/n #gay #fnaf movie #fnaf #michael afton #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x male reader #bottom character #top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader

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bangrychannie · 4 months ago

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Stray Kids Fic Recs- Camboy/Sex Worker

One of my favorite types of skz fanfics is camboy/sex work fics-- so much so that I have a specific tab for them in my fic spreadsheet lol. I've compiled a few of my favs here! Under read more bc they are all obviously NSFW. Mostly Minsung but there's other pairings as well!

My other rec lists:

College AU

Time Loop/Time travel

Demons

Angst Free

Misc.

maid for you by hyunnies (minsung | 3/3 | 31903 | Explicit)

Felix jokingly tells Jisung he should visit the local tsundere maid café. Jisung can't get the thought out of his head. "The waiter in front of him is so, so, so hot. ‘My name is Minho,’ he says. ‘Not that I think you really deserve to know that. Come on, let me find you a table.’ He spins on his heel and starts walking towards the back of the café."

Jisung is an absolute loser in this and I'm obsessed. I love this one so much I've read it like 3 times lol. There's also a part 2 in Minho's POV!

up all night by sshhadow (hyunchan | 3/3 | 81224 | Explicit)

Chan: so genie isn’t gonna be in racy lingerie and jerking off? I.N: :D I.N: keep ur mind open hyung

OR: Chan is a video game streamer who gets [lovingly] bullied into joining an adult cam site, and Jeongin just so happens to have a few friends to recommend. Chan is an immediate simp for 'Genie', who grants him a birthday wish.

This fanfiction is AMAZING, the descriptions are delicious and every chapter is so good you'll be on the edge of your seat and begging to read the next one. Luckily for you it's completed, I had to wait for the updates which was very hard lol

this is what it feels like by iamnotme (minsung | 4/4 | 42260 | explicit)

Minho didn't mean to walk on his roommate touching himself on camera. He didn't even know Jisung was a camboy. He certainly didn't mean to appear on camera with Jisung himself, but he's too in love with him to think twice.

This fic is the definition of porn with plot. There is obscene amounts of yearning that will have you shaking your head at Minho the whole fic. 10/10 recommend

afterimages of you by leebitcore (minsung | 3/3 | 50000 | explicit)

"Sell your plasma, or your sperm,” Minho reads. Jisung’s eyes widen and his jaw drops in horror, sending Minho into a fit of giggles. “Easy, legal ways to make quick money. Number three: Sell your sextape to Pornhub.” Jisung abandons the remote on the table to lean into Minho’s shoulder, looking at the screen with him. “I think we’d do better on OnlyFans,” he comments mindlessly, followed by a sharp inhale when he realises what he's just said. Minho nearly snaps his neck to look down, meeting widened eyes that are staring right back at him.

after breaking their dishwasher, college roommates Jisung and Minho resort to unconventional methods to afford a replacement.

Another fic with obscene amounts of yearning from Minho. leebitcore is an amazing author!

boy of my dreams (on my screen) by nyxlogs (2min | 1/1 | 16129 | explicit)

Minho clicks on the link instinctively, too curious. It leads him to a profile named @minnie. He's about to ignore it when the site and channel description catch his attention—oh. The face in the picture is half hidden in shadows, only the lower part visible. It could be anyone else, but Minho would recognize those lips anywhere.

Minho discovers his crush, who is also his roommate is a camboy. He tries to deal with it normally (he fails).

There's a trend with a lot of these which is Minho yearning obscene amounts for his bestie/roommate. It usually results in a great story tho lol. You need an ao3 account to read this one but it's well worth it

i want you flowin' through my veins by lilies of dreams (minbin | 1/1 | 10336 | explicit)

“Come again?” Minho finally utters, placing his fork back down beside his plate. It takes him a minute but Changbin clears his throat, a seeming burst of confidence perking him up. “I want to start an OnlyFans.” Changbin gives a little nod as he says it, as if he’s reaffirming them both that that’s what he wants.

We love down bad Minho in this house!

oh, you kissed me just to kiss me by natigail (minsung | 6/6 | 91063 | mature) Jisung has never quite gotten the hype about sex, but touch-starvation is creeping up on him. When Felix jokingly suggests going to a sex worker to “get exactly the kind of affection and experience he wanted”, Jisung can't quite put the idea out of his head. He ends up in bed with kindest man who is willing to just hold him and let him ask dumb questions. He should have known he was doomed to fall. Or The five times Jisung books an hour of Minho's time, and the one time Minho shows up unannounced on his doorstep.

I think most people have read this one but if you haven't, you def should! No smut in this one but a lot of beautiful nonsexual intimacy and discussions about asexuality. I'm planning on doing an asexual rep rec list soon so you'll probably see this one again lol

LMCat_98 has joined the chat by foxieyny (minsung | 3/3 | explicit)

> Hey! Congratulations, I’m dming to let you know that you won the 50k giveaway for a private stream. You get thirty minutes free, can request whatever you want, and if you wanna keep it going after your thirty minutes are up, we can talk a little about payment. Please see my pinned tweet for more info about payments + what I will and won’t do! Hope to hear from you soon! Jisung drops his phone to his lap, slapping his hands over his face hard enough that it hurts. “Fuck,” he says, to nobody but himself. “Fuck.” — Or: Jisung wins a private stream with his favourite camboy. He stresses out about it a normal amount.

Another thing we love in this house is pathetic down bad Jisung. Another one I've reread a bunch hehe

Power and Control by Starlost29 (Seungin | 1/1 | 6706 | Explicit)

Kim Seungmin is an established Camboy who has gained popularity due in part to the unique dynamic he has with his viewers. One evening, an unusual guest enters the chat and everything Seungmin thought he knew about himself and his role starts to crumble.

Short and very hot!

tell them what you saw in me by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter (minsung | 1/1 | 13000 | explicit)

“He contacted my account just earlier, saying that I won and that I have 48 hours to get back to him with my information to verify and ensure safety so I claim the prize.” Minho finally looks up from the food going soggy on the dinner table. He thinks he’s gonna be sick. “You think it’s stupid, right? I mean it is. Stupid. Why would—” He stops him before he finishes that sentence. “Jisung,” he says, and it comes out strained, like a final cry for help, a plea to some god he doesn’t really believe in. There’s no time to consider the best way to go about this, what he should share and what he should not. He just wants Jisung to stop talking before he says something that ruins everything. “It’s me.” - - - or: If Minho can't be loved, he needs to be wanted. And if he can't be wanted, he'll let himself be used. Enter Jisung, who threatens to ruin the order of things for him.

This one is angsty af but has a happy ending!

Shockingly that is not all of the fics on my list, if this post does okay I'll do another one! My next plan is college AU part 2, asexual rep fics, roommate fics, then maybe another fantasy one! If you have fics you'd like recommended from any category and don't want to wait, shoot me an ask and I'll compile a list for you! I love spreading the love of great fanfics <3

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algebralien-askblog · 1 year ago

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(This question is for X)

Don't Mind me I'm just gonna.......

X: can you put me down please

#ask #your-local-number-simp #x bfb #background from tpot 1

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anachilles · 10 months ago

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one of the departing seniors making a “thorpe abbotts memorial high teacher struggles” TikTok that ends up going a little bit viral locally with covertly taken pics of each set to One Of Those TikTok sounds.

“coach egan = down monstrously bad for mr cleven”

“ms westgate = british”

“mr macon = obsessed with prime numbers”

“mr demarco = italian”

“coach egan (again) = italian (wannabe) (actually irish) (at least catholic, tho)”

“mr cleven = resting bitch face (chronic)”

“ms spencer = nothing. she’s perfect 💗🫶”

“mr biddick = sounds like an extra from the sopranos (also: 5”6 🤏)”

“ms spaatz = (proud) misandrist”

“mr cleven (again) = pretends to be annoyed when coach egan drops by unannounced (is a bad actor)”

“mr jefferson = wishes he’d done an art degree instead”

“mr rosenthal = unironic jazz music enjoyer 🧍”

“mr crosby = simp for his wife”

“ms helen connors = mistaken for a student at least once a day"

extra: picture of gale and marge together: "mr cleven and ms spencer = secretly related????"

[ the comments under the last one be like:

"related???? wasn't there a rumour they dated tho 💀"

and someone replies to it like "bestie i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this but that man is GA-[gunshot]" ]

#clegan #📝: teacher!au

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finnbbl · 1 year ago

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Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 1

Ch. 1 - Can I get your Number? | Next Chapter |

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Background: You’re a backup dancer. You typically dance for groups locally, but sometimes you’ll get the chance to travel on tour with artists. You’re very good friends with everyone in ITZY thanks to Lia (Who you attended highschool with)

A/N: Haven’t decided who you’ll end up with in SKZ yet, leave suggestions in the comments

Word Count: 1.1k

Written: Yes

SMAU: Yes

Proofread: Like halfly

Warnings: Typos probably, Swearing, Y/N and Lia being a Simp

As you smile at yours and Lia’s playful banter, you decide to put your phone away. Flicking the ringer button off, you slip it into your small cross body back you brought with you. As you set it down, you can’t help but glance over at the members of ATEEZ. They were dressed so casually, yet still enough to send your stomach into a frenzy. Not only had you been a fan of them for years, god were they attractive. That would not help you with your image, as same sex marriage or dating was highly frowned upon in Korea. You weren’t famous per se, but you were definitely known here and there. So you had to be just as careful as idols did about how you presented yourself.

You checked the time noticing it was barely 15 minutes until scheduled makeup. 50 until sound check. If you were gonna go to the restroom, you had to go now. Exiting the door and walking down the hallway, the silent clicking of your shoes was the only thing that could be heard as you hurried to the restroom. Eyes scanning every door through the hall until they landed upon the men’s sign. Aware of the short time, you didn’t waste any time opening the door. Though failing to notice the tall and buff build of the guy next to the mirror. Or failing to notice him at all. Putting your hand under the sensor of the fancy sink, you quickly splashed water onto your face. With a couple deep breaths, your hands propped themself as you hunched over the sink. The nervousness only thickened. “Think I’m gonna be sick.” You muttered under your breath as you relaxed your head into your hands. “Are you okay? Do you need some help?”

Eyes shot open.

You knew that voice. You could recognize it anywhere. Although your mind screamed at you to not look at the owner of the voice behind you, your body moved quicker. Whipping around to be met with the strong build of none other than San, one of ATEEZ’s members.

You were next to San. The San. From ATEEZ. The group you’d loved so much and the man you’d found so damn attractive. You could’ve swore you saw all eight of them in the other room. Anxiety must’ve gotten the best of you though, and you failed to notice he wasn’t there. “S-San? Woah what are you doing here?” Breathing out nervously, you had realized how dumb you sounded. “What are you doing here?” Your words played over again in your head. What a dumb question to ask someone who’s in the bathroom. “Uh I mean-“

He interrupted with a chuckle. “I guess I could ask you the same thing but uh… fairly obvious.” San states as he examines the state you’re in, your body language. You smile nervously, one foot is anxiously dragging itself along the floor as you try to back up more, except your body is already pressed up against the counter. Embarrassment and anxiety creeped up your spine to your neck and face. “S-Sorry I’ll get going.” Shooting him one last gentle smile as you turn to head to the door. “You know it’s okay to be nervous.” He says before your hand can reach the door. You hault. “I get nervous sometimes too still, but I promise it gets easier the more you do it.” You can’t help but turn to face San now. “Really? You get nervous?” How could someone like him ever get nervous? All of them looked so put together and organized. Much more than you were. “Yeah, just because someone’s popular doesn’t mean they don’t get nervous.” He said with a laugh lacing his words. There you went, making yourself look stupid again. “Pathetic…” You thought. “I uh.. I just figured you know you all.. I mean, you all look so.. calm and I know for a fact my anxiety shows when I’m up on stage and-“

“Well you’re surely wrong.” You paused. “What? What do you mean?” How could someone like San know anything about you or the way you preform. “Y/N right?” Eyes widened as you held a sharp breath. “Y-Yeah how’d you-“

“You’re a damn good dancer I can say that.” A smile fell upon his soft looking lips. San knew who you were? And he was complimenting you? He must’ve noticed the shock on your face when he said that. “I take it you don’t think very highly of yourself hm?” You could feel yourself cringe at his words. It was such a blunt and direct statement, but very much true. “That obvious, huh?” Nervous chuckling fell from your mouth as you spoke. Although, you definitely could feel yourself begin to relax more. That was until San started to move closer to you. He was so.. fucking hot, it made you nervous. “You gotta give yourself more credit man,” One of his elbows nudged your side as he smiled lightly. Something about San’s smile was contagious, cause soon you found yourself smiling along with him. “Look, something that puts you aside from other backup dancers is you’re kind. You’re patient and you have an amazing personality. I can see it when you’re performing.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two. With San’s comfortable and reassuring words, you felt at ease. Most of the anxiety slipped away. “Here..” San broke the silence as he reached one of his hands into his pocket. “Put your number in my phone, I have some techniques that i’ve found pretty useful with calming nervousness.” He said as gently held out his phone to you. Hesitant, your eyes shot from his phone to his eyes, alternating between the two. “A-Are you sure I mean-“

“Yes dude, I’m sure. Plus, I wanna get to know you. You seem cool.” You looked down, biting your lip before your eyes found their way back up. “Okay.. Yeah sure.” Your hands reached for his phone. His hands grazed yours as he passed the device to you, where the contact screen was already open. You shakily typed in your number, still not sure if this was a good idea. Nothing wrong with him, but your emotions or hormones could definitely not handle it. “Awesome,” San said as you handed his phone back. Both of you must’ve lost track of time, he spoke up. “Ah shit, we should get back. Makeup is scheduled in five minutes, come on i’ll walk you back.” You couldn’t say anything, all you could do was nod in response as you followed him back to the dressing room. Your nerves may have settled, but they were back just as quickly thanks to San’s charming face and personality.

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bread0nhead · 18 days ago

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The Beauty and the Blast | Chapter Five

Summary: In the spotlight, the world calls her Pulchra. A rising celebrity model who's known for her quick, Infinite Beauty. A quirk that alters a persons perception of beauty, causing anyone who sees her to subconsciously view her as the embodiment of their ideal vison- making her universally captivating.

Everyone either wants to be her, or to be with her. From obsessive fans to controlling agencies, everyone wants to own her. While the world sees her as perfect, behind closed doors she's deeply lonely yet craves the silence.

He's loud, intense, blunt and more emotionally repressed than an angsty teen alone on Valentines. Everyone sees him for his explosions and strength, but its that short fuse that landed him battling the hardest war yet- public image and the PR team that comes with it

Note: Cross posted with ao3 I hope y'all are liking it so far. I feel like I have a hard time capturing Bakugou

You arrived first. Which is very against your brand, arriving fashionably late and all that. But you were actually excited for this dinner and got ready far too early. Then just waiting and doing nothing was far too boring.

The restaurant was tucked between two buildings on the quieter side of town. It's the kind of restaurant that only real locals know about and is kept secret from outsiders. The owners keep to themselves and never fuss with food reviews or restaurant stars. It’s not the kind of place anyone would expect to find you. It’s not the kind of place they would expect Pulchra.

7pm on the dot the bells above the door chimed. Punctual. It’s exactly what you expected from him and the predictability of it has you grinning.

Bakugou walked in like he was entering a battle. Mean mug and no patience. His hands stuffed in the pockets of his dark green bomber jacket. He looked like he would rather be in a knife fight than be here. His eyes scanned the room like a predator stalking prey- until they landed on you.

Your heart did something you’d rather not come to terms with yet.

Bakugou slid into the seat across from you with a heavy sigh.

“This place better have good drinks.”

You smiled, handing him a glass bottle. “They have fruity soju, but I imagine your fragile masculinity wouldn’t like that.”

His eye twitched “You asked for this.”

“I did”

“Why?”

“I told you, I like you.” you teased.

Bakugou glared like he was seeing through your silver tongue. “Why? Because I don’t simp over you like every other idiot on the planet?”

“Yup.”

He blinked “...That was a guess.”

“You look at me like I’m just…someone standing in your way. Like I’m anyone else.”

“Tsk. Didn’t mean to offend.” He grunted, looking away.

“You didn’t. You intrigue me.”

He rolled his eyes and stretched his arms on the back of the booth. “Great, I’m a novelty.”

Bakugou flagged down the waiter and asked for a beer and the spiciest curry they could offer. You ordered udon, definitely not spicy.

There was a long pause between them. Like they were both thinking of what to say to fill the silence. Like there was something building between them.

“Can I ask you something?” You broke the silence.

Bakugou just gave a grunt of permission.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being watched? You’re the symbol of strength. One of the top three from UA and one of the heroes to take down All for One during the war. I see all the articles about you online. They watch your every move.”

Bakugou ran his hands through his hair. Not exactly liking where this conversation is going. Not a topic he likes discussing.

“I hate it. I used to think I wanted all eyes on me, to be number one. But now I just want to be a good hero without all the medias validation”

You nodded and held onto his answer, feeling the weight behind his words.

“Everyone thinks they know who I am” you said, scratching at the label of the soju bottle. “But they only know Pulchra. The curated version. The illusion. Sometimes I wonder if anyone would still want me if they saw me on my worst days.”

Their meals arrived at the table piping hot. Bakugou also ordered a tall beer that foamed over the rim. You poked the broth with your chopsticks, staring into it like it was some fortune telling soup.

“I’d probably like you more”

You blinked a few times, like you couldn’t hear what he just said. He continued. “Perfect people bore me. ‘Sides, I’ve seen perfect people crack the hardest”. His eyes looked down and the tension shifted into something else for a moment. Something about the way he said it made your heart clench.

“Hm…you know, you’re a lot softer than I expected”

“Yeah, well, don’t go around ruining my reputation” he smirked with a little playfulness in his eyes.

There was a beat of silence, and then with softness in your voice “Do you ever wish you could just make it all disappear?”

He exhaled through his nose “Sometimes. Then maybe I’d stop getting blamed for shit I didn’t do wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

He took another long drink “I’m too loud. Too messy. Media drags me like I’m the fuckin’ villian just because I dented the sidewalk. But I save everyone, everytime.”

You let out a small bitter laugh “I get that. Pulchra almost got canceled for eating a cheeseburger. With bacon. Apparently Pulchra is supposed to be vegan.”

Bakugou smirked “Jeez…such a villian”

You both laughed, but it was my quiet, silent kind. The kind kept between only two people.

There was a flicker of something between them. A realization. Two people who walked completely separate roads, were both walking the same storm.

“We don’t have to do the interview”. You said between slurps of your udon. Bakugou was stuffing his face with the spicy curry like he was famished. That made him perk up just a bit and slow down his eating.

“I don’t have to do shit” He spat on instinct.

He quickly finished off his meal. “I think this whole thing is stupid. But my numbers are going up. And its the first time the media isn’t talking about how ‘destructive’ I am. So I’ll do the damn interview.”

And that made you smile.

You finished your udon while he finished his second beer. The rest of the meal was enjoyed in a welcomed small talk. When the table was cleared you grabbed your purse and coat.

You looked up at him “Thanks for showing up.”

He flinched a bit and the tips of his ears turned red. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a simple “Whatever” He stood up to walk you out the door where your driver was waiting. You put your hand on his arm, just lightly. But enough for him to feel the weight of it.

“Good night, Bakugou.”

And when your hand left him, it’s like you took a piece of him left with you.

“Night.”

You got into the back of the car and Bakugou turned to walk down the sidewalk in the night. When your car was far out of sight, Bakugou paused, took in a deep breath.

“....fuck.”

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diejager · 9 months ago

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request request request request ughhhhhhh i love you diejager

part two to dark! reader x markarov? Im just addicted to them, your honor- ill take anything you give

Cw: DARKFIC, dark!reader, Makarov is a simp, treason/backstabbing, tell me if I missed any. Note: I'm not e4xactly sure which one you mean, but uh... I'm gonna assume it's the simp Makarov one.

Makarov watched you jump from one roof to another, your lithe body carrying you with grace that he couldn’t fathom having with the lack of training regiment in his life. With his wounded leg, the bullet you generously gifted him in the thigh kept him from chasing you on both the ground and roof, but where he lacked finesse, he outdid himself with his number of followers. While his work was more local, his home was the biggest country in the world, men and women separated by capitalistic thinking, families broken in two and loving couples forced apart. He had what you never thought of: a large organisation.

Small and comfortable, that’s what you’d once told him. A smaller group was easier to control than a large one, world-wide like his. You had a select few around the world that you deemed trustworthy, and he had hundreds and hundreds of men at his disposal. The sole reassurance of his hand helped him relax, to calm his pain and horror as he watched you slip away from him. He would find you once more, healed and back in shape, he would find you again and finally convince you to come back to him —he would always welcome you back with open arms.

So Makarov stood there, straining against his failing strength, an arm slung over Alexei’s and another pressed to the wall, wistfully staring at your figure, growing smaller and smaller by the second until you had completely vanished from his eyes. Despite all he knew, Makarov couldn’t help sighing in disappointment, feeling his body grow exhausted from your sudden break in and his efforts to reel you back in the same way your eyes seemed to capture him.

The next time he saw you, he was staring up the barrel of a gun —your gun. It was a familiar desert eagle, the notable features of silver vines gleaming brightly against the matte black of it’s body. it was the one he gifted you less than a year ago, the prettily crafted weapon he’d commissioned for you out of love and devotion. It was such a pity that you decided to use his gift on him. Though he wouldn’t complain, you were standing right in front of him.

Makarov smiled at you, a small, but giddy one. he couldn’t help the happiness that seemed to bubble out of his abdomen, a light feeling that mixed adjectivally to the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

“Hello, darling.”

You stood proudly in all your glory: drop-dead beautiful, cunning, sly and simply ingenious. Draped in black and and red, donning the colours of his organisation, you looked as unstoppable as he felt boisterous, swoon by the use of his colours. Yet he knew this was a trick, using his infatuation of you to your advantage by using and wearing things he’d considered his at one point. He knew the moment he saw you glance at him with that devastating smirk of your, turning the corner with a steady stride to tempt him to follow.

He knew, but he didn’t care.

“Will you come back? ”Makarov babbled on, wetting his dry lips. “I miss you, милая.” [Darling]

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ninihousebears3000 · 1 year ago

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Reader doesn’t have to look like Leon. I always write y/n as poc even though I don’t make it apparent.

Leon S. Kennedy!reader X Alucard (Hellsing)

The president’s second child was kidnapped during a trip volunteering with their college. The United States sends only one man to do the job.

I wonder what amv he’s thinking about.

In your briefing it was mentioned that a top secret British organization known as Hellsing would provide their aide if they see fit.

Your mission had already gone awry as the two local officers escorting you were brutally murdered by the villagers.

And the villagers don’t seem to be the most human either.

You fought tooth and nail wave after wave barely surviving against the mutant villagers.

Some even twice your size wielding chainsaws just to add flavor.

But strangely you felt there were eyes on you. Well of course there were eyes on you you were the number one target.

And then that haunting church bell rang and all the mutants dropped their weapons. Chanting an ominous phrase as they sauntered into the church.

“Where’s everyone going, bingo?”

After a moment where all activity seemed to be silent. You found a room with a typewriter. You took this moment to bandage your wounds, reorganize your attache case, and reestablish communications with your handler. That you’re totally not simping for. (You totally are you love their voice)

Emerging from the shadows was a freakishly tall man in a red trench coat with a large hat and round sunglasses to match. You’ve had enough of large men in trench coats appearing out of nowhere.

But this one felt different. One he was not bursting through a wall. And this one was grinning at you. Which made you think that this one felt more human than the others. Though the gnarly fangs did make you question the human part.

“And you are?” You ask with your gun aimed at him.

And together you two embark on a mission rescuing baby hawk and taking down the vampire behind this bio terrorist attack.

Alucard admires your strength, resourcefulness, that round house kick, and your corny one liners.

Oh how he loves to hear those one liners. They just come out your mouth so naturally.

You know what else he wants to hear come out your mouth naturally?

The perseverance of your human spirit is truly captivating. And your extreme bravery inspires passion in him.

Seeing as this is your introduction to supernatural creatures and not monsters created in a lab. Alucard is explaining in great detail the specs of his guns.

He loved watching you try out the Casull. The look in your eyes when you saw its exploding rounds.

How’d the hell did a private organization make these?!

You do freak out at how Alucard NEVER DODGES!!

Alucard chuckles at how a certain spy dressed in red that you also were clearly attracted to leapt away from your life again.

Although, you can’t say you really enjoy your work like Alucard. Constantly, fighting the same threats that destroyed your city that caused it to be wiped from history. Another aspect he’d admire you for.

The thought of you joining the Hellsing Organization did make him smirk. He’d get to see you more often. And you’re a very capable soldier.

Bittersweetly you and Alucard go your separate ways.

But you never left his mind.

*Alucard being Alucard*

Y/n: Is he always like that?

Seras: Yeah, you won’t get used to it.

Of course you and Seras become besties.

If you do join the Hellsing Organization you do let one of your one liners slip in front of Integra. And Seras can barely hold in her laughter.

#I was hoping to have more but I couldn’t think of anything #I wanted to write a masc reader x Alucard #for the days I feel less she/her #also I wanted to do a resident evil x Hellsing #poc reader x Alucard Hellsing #masc reader x Alucard Hellsing #alucard hellsing x reader #hellsing ultimate #alucard hellsing #resident evil x Hellsing #alucard #Leon reader! x Alucard hellsing #sorry I wasn’t able to capture the relationship dynamics as x readers and writing canon characters are hard for me and I’m new at this

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greennoobartist · 8 days ago

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What's your favorite reason for liking Vio? (If you'd like to answer)

Hi hello hey, yes i finally turned to answer this ask :))) took my while to cook anything that could sound normal but im practically glitching as im writing this so im not making any promises XD

The yap below the cut, i have NO idea how long this is gonna be! Im letting myself free here so yeah (omg im glitching this is gonna be wild)....

Okay, uhh, first off Blep this is a cursed ask but in a positive way lol XD ive never been asked a question like this before like seriously so i have no idea what am I doing XD With all fictional crushes and blorbos i had ive never been asked smth like this so yeah

Oh yeah and also thank you bcuz i remember that this was asked with a reason so thank you for that, i remember that i was upset the other day and you sent in this ask to distract me so ty :D 💜

Without further ado, lemme start this >:D

You said favorite reason? So.... No number limit? Is it reason or reasonS? Bcuz I have multiple reasons for liking him and choosing a favorite is like asking if I prefer to drink water or breath air lmao. Like seriously choosing a favorite seems impossible buuuut after listing some reasons i will try to choose a favorite :) 💜

Okay now buckle up im not limiting myself here, so if I speak like a drunk racoon after 15 cans of Red Bull talking about why the moon has craters, i won't blame anyone for laughing at me and teasing me

Straightforward before even starting: im a simp for this man. There's no denial. It's a fact. And with this fact, if I talk like a simp in this yap i talk like a simp in this yap. Im saying it just to make sure that whoever is reading this is aware of what they're about to read if they're about to read.

. . .

Henlo? Yeah yes welcome :)

This where the yap starts :)

The reasons are not in any order

Number 1 - Dude is fucking smart

Look, i might've said this before and im saying it again: im all for smart men. I was always the local nerd for all these years and i never saw another boy to be anything close to smart, but Vio flipped the board. Ive always been called the smartest in my generation when I was in Europe, so basically everyone was placing me above everyone else. What's also a bit maddening is that they never gave me next grade promotion (to advance a grade above). That's not a thing in the country i grew up in so NO MATTER HOW SMART they called me, i was there with my generation of kids. They knew im smarter than average with them and yet they kept me there, pulling me back. My mum often complained that if I stay they'll pull me back from above average to average, which is smth she said would be a really big chance completely missed. Unfortunately, my native country was just like that. I was there with my generation no matter what. And being there while you're above average was boring to say the least. You don't have anyone to look up to, you have no sort of competition with someone else, you have no sort of challenge, no sort of participants, no difficulties, no excitement, no enemy aside from jealous ppl. So yeah. Any friend that i had couldn't even be called a friend: they used me. And boys? They were all out of interest. If there's anything I share with my gender, it's the aim to have a man that's better than me in at least one sort of field. And smart? Boom. Breaking the law. Breaking the stereotype. Yes, im sorry men. I had a stereotype that y'all are stupid bcuz of boys around me. Sorry for that. It did change thanks to Vio. Anyways like, when I was being the smartest back in Europe, if there is one trait i want in my man, it's for him to be smarter than me. And boom. Welcome Vio.

Vio is the smartest boy i could've ever seen. Like seriously. Irl boys? Definitely smarter than all of them that were around me. Even fictional too! I don't remember seeing a fictional character in other media to be so smart. He's like that definition of a nerd and I don't see anything wrong with that. With being called the smartest so many times that its annoying, seeing a BOY to be smarter than me is a game changer. Like, a girl okay, but a boy is just different for me. i absolutely love it. I love seeing a nerd. Yeah, ig i love nerds lol. I absolutely love his intelligence. I love how he's the definition of a nerd and how i can call someone smarter than me. Yes, ik he's fictional but lemme live here okay? One of the reasons why i don't like him, but love him, is because he's a nerd. I didn't meet many nerds in my life. But he's the best one so far.

Number 2 - he's different from what im used to seeing in a boy

I technically said this above with calling Vio smarter than the boys who lived around me, but it's not just that. It's not that he's just smarter, it's that he also acts and behaves differently, which is just sweet to me. Yeah, he's still a boy so he does have the stereotypical characteristics of a boy i got used to seeing (cockiness, confidence, stubbornness) and I expected that cuz he's still a boy so im not surprised by that. But he also has different traits which i don't remember ever seeing in a boy. Vio's calm; he can be very silent and collected and seeing him overreact is not smth you'll see him do. He's really calm and seeing him do smth reckless or aggressive is pretty rare. He likes silence. He doesn't mind a room being completely quiet. He even likes it. A perfect environment for him to read a good book. Speaking of books. He fucking reads books :) i don't remember meeting a boy irl who reads books on a regular basis. I love books and having a boyfriend read a lot too would just be great. Having someone who'd agree to be quiet to read a good book or just won't be loud all the time is just amazing. I can totally see him pat his partner in his lap or just have an arm wrapped around his partner while reading a book to them or to himself. Like, i can totally see him do that. His love language lmao.

He acts different than other boys irl that I met and I love it. Hes introverted and quiet. Calm but strong. Don't get me started on archery. Focused and strategic. It's just different from what I got used to seeing, and it makes me more curious and interested. He's not smth i saw before in boys and now seeing that traits similar to mine are in someone of opposite gender is pretty interesting.

Number 3 - i relate to him

Connecting a slight bit to above, him and i have things in common. I also relate to him much more than i thought I would when I started reading the manga. He's got background and personality that holds weight and unfortunately the manga couldn't focus much on that. It's smth that I cover in my solo analyses or yaps with my older sibling (yeah, you Blep, the one who asked this lol) Since the manga focused on the main story, all Vio's traits were placed aside and his character couldn't have been explained deeper. With my analyses, i bring up things that were overlooked and forgotten. Minorities that hold truth and weight. Subtle actions and words that actually reveal who he is. I stopped doing those analyses for a while for several of reasons but ofc i can bring them back and analyse him more and more. I have tons of theories on him and subtle panels and dialogues that in my eyes bring overshadowed things to the light. With or sometimes without those analyses, i start to see the true him and how similar we are and how much I relate to him. Seeing someone similar to me is at the same time both heartwarming and tragic tbh. But with how different i was from ppl and the ones i was supposed to be similar to, now seeing him be someone similar to me makes me like him. Like "yeah, yes, buddy, i understand that exactly, you don't have to explain anything, i know that". Imma mention some things i relate to him.

I think he's misunderstood and incorrectly seen. I think ppl would see him as boring and annoying nerd. Or someone who doesn't care about anything. Or, a liar and untrustworthy person. Unloyal. Selfish. Careless. Emotionless. Reckless. Now, i dare you to try to convince me he is this what i listed, i dare you. From the outside and his mistakes, i think ppl have a stereotype and incorrect template of him. Im also seen pretty incorrectly by ppl. Cuz im stoic and can be confident, there are ppl who think im also selfish and careless and unkind. Someone who's just faking kindness and lying to be a nice person to manipulate ppl. Someone who's annoying and enjoys making ppl mad. Someone who doesn't care about anyone or anything. But yeah, that's wrong. I have empathy bro. With these stereotypes, i think he's often insecure about himself. Feeling like he's too different from what he's supposed to be and overwhelmed by his mistakes. With his betrayal and everything he did, i think he believes those stereotypes and sees himself as a disappointment and a bad person. With the people he "betrayed" and plus how cocky he acted in that situation, i think he feels like he's evil and deserves the hate and everything he received from ppl (or Blue especially which is a wound for another day :3). I think he's insecure about himself and wants to change and be good like the other three bcuz he sees himself as a bad and selfish person. Also with the loss of Shadow at the end of the manga, im pretty sure he never forgave himself for that. Im sure he feels insane guilt for it and feels like he's the reason Shadow is gone. There are a lot lf AUs in which he feels guilty and tries to revive him and honestly i really agree with all those headcanons and fanfics. Overall, i think he never forgave himself for everything bad that happened and all his mistakes. I relate to that. I also never forgave myself for things that went wrong and for mistakes i did. I still see myself guilty for things that are lost and that happened. Just like Vio, i also lost a friend who's now probably gone forever. Pls don't think they're dead, i truly hope and am pretty sure they're perfectly fine and living their own life in Europe. But there was a conflict in 2022 (i think) that messed up a lot of things and I believe that's bcuz of me. I think im the cause behind that conflict and problem that completely tore me apart of ppl. And that friend, i have no doubt they left me in 2024 bcuz of that conflict. That's a long and personal story, but summarized: i acted like a nerd and made around or more than 20 people in my generation angry at me. With that many ppl being angry at me, my friends started losing trust in me and I lost trust in ppl. Eventually leading to my bestie finding a nice gap im my defense and leaving me behind like everyone else. There's a lot of things in between that i don't think are suitable to all audiences since there's a lot of bullying and loneliness in it too. And some triggering stuff so that's the summary. And see where did it begun? It begun when I was acting silly and thought I could make someone laugh, but instead made everyone upset. I don't forgive myself for that. Im the cause of it and the reason it happened. Just like Vio, i feel like im too different but failing to change. I feel like im a bad person for completely messing up a whole generation of students. Vio with hos betrayal and I with my conflicts, i relate to his insecurity. I understand how it is to be insecure about yourself.

I gave two major things i relate to him, but there are some minorities like those personality traits and such. Like, with how i always felt different from ppl, relating to someone and finding them similar to me feels fulfilling, that's also a reason why I love him. No doubt we have differences, but it still feels good. I relate to him and that's another reason why I love him. I feel like we would understand each other with these difficulties and problems.

Number 4 - he's pretty

Ehehehe here comes the most simpish and self-indulgent part of my simping lmao >:] Like this is such an underrated thought but lemme live this one okay? Also self-indulgency on peak here so no it shouldn't make sense XD. Tbh when it comes to his appearance that is smth i never before tried to place into words but okay, imma do it for the sake of this ask.

I seriously suggest anyone who isn't fine to listening to someone's simping and inconsistent yapping to completely scroll past this part and just read the title of this part and be satisfied with it lol

(Might use pictures as well but look im cooking this in Samsung Notes and adding pics is messed up buuut i might do it anyways for my own sake lol)

Hmmm, let's see where to start... E Y E S! Okay so like i yapped about this earlier and many times and I can do it again. Dude has way different eyes than original Link and his eyes change sm through the manga that its like crazy. From lively to almost what feels like soulless. I always had theories on this and im not letting go of those lol. And ik that the manga is black and white, but look. We have the covers and places in which he was colored. Am I the only one who looked at the eyes in those pictures?

Eh, heck yeah they have a soul lol. They might've did that for the sake of him being recognizable in the manga, but either way his eyes are just *chef's kiss*. It's like, idk, just the color and the depth and the character of his eyes ksnsldmdk. And then the way they're half lidded and calm, just peaceful and at ease. Relaxed but stern. And then the eyelashes. BRO I AM JEALOUS 🤣 DUDE'S EYELASHES ARE NOT NATURAL BRO!

My sis being jealous of my eyelashes:

🤣🤣🤣 I just had to include this joke im sorry. But like literally my sis is jealous of my eyelashes and then im like.... Have you met Vio? Have you seen Vio's? Literally bro has such long and graceful eyelashes like dude how they're so dosnskndkd- If there's one thing I like about Vio's appearance it's his eyes..... But there's more than one thing :3

*ahem* ..... ✨H A I R✨ Okay like not just the hairstyle it's also it's texture. Remember how i mentioned a while ago how i analysed Vio to the point i can tell what his hair feels like? Eh! That! Ik what would it feel like under touch and I love it sonsisn <<33 But I can say his hairstyle is pretty too. And especially, idk why, when it covers his eye..... Idk why, i just like it :) it's pretty to me and I can't explain that lol...

Next, a detail no doubt ppl don't notice lol,...... His blush.... There is PLENTY of panels in which he blushes (or kinda) and *slams the hand against the table* BRUH! that is like the cutest thing ever.... Himekawa Sensei's art style itself seems to always add few lines of blush just as it is but sometimes it just looks adorable and I don't want to sound too weird but it's cute cute cute- OH ACTUALLY! You know what's cuter on him? His smile :)..... His. Smile. That's. A. Different. Story. Like, we saw him smile only a few times in the manga and it's just *some noises i can't describe* like the iconic cat smile! Or just a grin or even a smirk, it counts too! Whenever he's not being stoic and expressless it's endearing to me :) but the cat smile *more noises* the most precious thing ever, i wish it appeared more...

Uhhhh, next that i just cannot explain cuz idk how to is just.... Like... His whole.... Body, like.... Torso.... Idk...... Idk how to explain, it just..... ✨✨✨..... Really like, idk..... Does it sound weird? I think it does..... ANYWAYS-!

When it comes to his appearance i just like it and I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT! "Okay, what do you like about it?" I DON'T KNOW! THAT'S THE PROBLEM! It's just there and that's it like his whole appearance is just good and that's it. Tbh I think that i can't explain it cuz im not that type of a person who can fall in love on sight. Like, i don't understand those girls who see a boy for the first time and immediately crush on him like gurl. You just saw him you didn't even meet him. For me like to love someone to that level i have to get to know them and see if their personality is for me. Like yeah ofc i can compliment someone and say they're pretty or that their hair is good or skin tone or clothes but like actually feeling attraction like..... No.... I gotta first meet him for him to have a chance of being my crush. And im putting an emphasis on "a chance" cuz no i don't fall for anyone. Impress me buddy in some way then you might have that chance of getting on that list. And tbh generally im a person who first has to love the soul and personality, then everything else falls into place. Like if I love how he behaves and his morals and everything, the looks fall into place. If I love the inside, the outside just starts to fit. That's why i don't understand those girls who have a type like: black hair, brownish skin, buff, 6 feet tall etc etc. I literally don't care how does my man look like. If he behaves well if he doesn't do drugs or drink alcohol or smoke or isn't just a bitch, i don't care how he looks like. If he's ready to respect boundaries and be a true gentleman and a truly kind and good person, that's it. That's like how i started liking many fictional characters, and now Vio. Like, yes, he's similar to the other four, but I like his behavior i like his personality his character his intelligence and then boom. He's prettier to me than the rest. The looks fell into place without me even realizing it. I hope that this explanation makes sense lmao.

All in all, his appearance fell into place, it's now freaking pretty to me and that's basically all. I don't want to go and say too sappy and ig cheesy things so imma shut up here when it comes to looks-

*****

Those were all the reasons i could define and explain. There might be more that i either already placed in one of these four categories or just can't place my finger on them lol (or ill just start going ksnozmzozm which is embarrassing). In summary to these whole four parts: he's smart, he's kind, he's gentle, he's insecure and I relate to him and thanks to his character i basically became blind and now call him pretty lmao.

NOW! To answer the actual question: my favorite reason for liking Vio? Well, i never used to favorize reasons when I list them, but I will now for the sake of actually answering this and not using it as just a yap pass lol. Now that I have major and comprehensive reasons listed, i think i can favorize one. And that'd be the way i relate to him as a reason why I like him. It is the reason that probably has the most effect and like the central pillar of everything, but generally finding him relatable makes me like him more and serves as a good reason ig. Look like with irl angst and everything, finding someone opposite gender similar to you is nice to see (even if they're fictional ok idgaf). Sometimes just in this vast world of many different ppl, it's cool to see someone who went through smth similar and who likes things similar to yours and who looks like they'd understand you. Ik that he's fictional but my possibly autistic and definitely crazy mind can solve that without any issues :3 💜

There are so many fictional characters i like, but imma admit and say that thanks to Tumblr my love for Vio is still alive after these few months. I like so many characters from many franchises but Vio is a different kind of like lol. I seriously don't remember obsessing over a character this much and uhhh *ahem*, having.....these thoughts lmao (nah, nothing too crazy dw, joking around lol) Sorry that it took me a while to answer but as smooth as this was to write, i felt too embarrassed to continue or just felt like an idiot for even spending my time on this. It's self enriching, but I'm just like nnghhhh when it comes to writing down my thoughts and sharing it with ppl. It was fun and self enriching and just fulfilling to write all of this, but due to irl past angst i feel SO STUPID for this! Literally overthinking my life decision here (leaning on regretting everything and kdndkmdk-). Imma say one thing that's for sure: no damn way id do this if it wasn't asked. Oh, and also if it was through anon i probably wouldn't have answered. My overthinking wouldn't let me to lol. From what im seeing, other ppl here on Tumblr would be completely fine with writing smth like this, but I just cant. Irl past angst i fucking hate it. If it wasn't asked directly by you, i probably wouldn't have answered, id overthink it too much or just feel completely ashamed or stupid to post a thing like this. As welcoming and accepting ppl here on Tumblr are, i probably shouldn't have this kind of fear and anxiety for expressing my love for a fictional character, but look. Long story short of that one irl past angst: i didn't have a nice experience with admitting that I like a fictional character. Another reason they called me a psycho. Funny, righ?

All in all, this ask was a whole lot fun to write and very satisfying and 100% self indulgent and self enriching, lol. I certainly took my time and im glad you were patient with me. Your ask might've been like that other one that you expected a sentence or two, but no HAHAHA. Thank you sm for this ask. It gives a feeling that I can't describe but is definitely good. <3

Oh yeah and I believe this ask awakened some sort of a demon within me which I surely dunno how to keep in check so ppl send help :)

#i rlly don't feel like rereading this in detail but yeah #here you go :)#purposely waited for you to come back then answer this :3 #and i sure do feel like im gonna regret this but eh. what's the worst that can happen XD #sorry if its messy i used Samsung notes for thsi so just copy-pasted XD #i did edit a bit here and there but yeah #okay now uhhh....#bai? ig lol XD #just gonna use this one tag cuz i can >#vio my beloved little baby nerd :3 #💜💜💜#ok now im done

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a/n: never have unprotected sex with strangers! only read about it <3 also this is a old work i just added a bit onto...

cw: mdni, mechanic!hawks x fem!reader, use of doll/ma'am/miss, unprotected sex, missionary, pretty vanilla, simp behavior by hawks, reader calls him keigo, corny dialogue, horrible capitalization (im so srry), probably wont edit this lol...

It's been hours. It's been hours and you're dripping sweat despite the multitude of cold drinks you've ingested from the vending machine in your local auto care. You just took your car in for an oil change and regretted not getting a bus ride back. The more the round clock above the register desk clicked, the more impatient you're getting and the smell of gasoline was hurting your head. After bobbing your leg up and down a little more, you decide to just go out and check on your car.

"Hey! Uh, my car was scheduled to be done 30 minutes ago. Is there any way I can check on it right now? Do you have an ETA of some sort?"

The receptionist, a dark-haired boy with a red choker, looks up empathetically before clicking his keyboard.

"Sorry miss, I dunno much about that, but let me call up your mechanic. What number are you?"

"3389"

"3....3....8- oh Hawks is working on that one! I'll call to see if you can get buzzed in, but no need to worry. He is our fastest and most skilled mechanic, so your car will be good as new as soon as he's done."

The boy's voice becomes the slightest bit animated and you feel your annoyance tone down. But you didn't care if it was "good as new," just as long as you could get home safe.

"Okay, thank you."

His fingers quickly punch into a corded phone before a voice comes on the other line.

"He said it should be done in 2, but you're more than welcome to go in."

You nod and thank the teen before stumbling past wired gates and stray cigarettes before finding your car. It looks damn good. Originally a somewhat hand-me-down from your mother to yourself, it was always beautiful on the outside. The silhouette was a classic thing. real sleek and "real groovy" according to your mother. But the upsides stopped at the exterior.

The ac was loud, and the radio was spotty. Even the leather seats were chipping, despite the multitude of repairs you've paid for out of pocket.

But now the car looks brand new. The shell of your car is clean and shiny. When you open the door, you're pleasantly surprised by the smell of musky cologne and your clean linen car freshener, and even more surprised when you can't see where the patches of missing leather are. you almost let yourself smile before realizing this might be a scam to force you to pay for the advancements.

You're too busy peeking into your interior to notice another person walking up.

"Is this ya car, or you lookin' for a ride to jack?"

You flinch slightly but recover yourself well enough to turn to face the deep voice and a rush of heat flushes over you. Sharp amber eyes run over your figure as you busy yourself with getting a good look at the man leaning against the bumper of your car. messy blonde hair, healthy tan, scruff, and muscular. All things you like, except (so far) his personality.

"And you are?"

"The mechanic, doll," He replies in a "duh" voice, slipping his arms out of his dirtied blue denim overalls and crossing them over the other. You don't miss how his biceps flex slightly at the gesture.

"You got anything else to ask, or are you jus’ gonna keep checking me out?"

"I wasn't checking you out."

"Whatever makes you feel better," He laughs, walking up only to lean on the steel table behind you.

"Look this is my car-" He cuts you off by reading your name off a stray paper that has dirt and oil on it, raising an eyebrow and you nod a confirmation.

He offhandedly purrs something about the name being pretty, and you have to consciously ignore the burn in your cheeks.

"Just tell me how much the repair is gonna cost," the question comes out with a sigh, and now it's your turn to cross your arms. It's done out of attitude, but when his eyes lower to focus on your chest, electricity trickles down your spine.

"You gonna answer or keep checking me out?"

coughing and readjusting himself on the table, he tells you $110.

"Are you kidding? The oil change was 60!"

"I did a whole lot besides an oil change, doll"

"without my consent! This has got to be illegal!"

"Well, how about this?" he says, moving closer to you, and you can now see just how much he dwarfs you in size. "You pay $40 bucks, and let me take you out to dinner."

well... that wasn't something you were expecting.

"I don't know you."

"I know."

"You don't know me."

"Let's change that then." He says. The smirk he has is toothy and could almost be seen as sweet if he didn't just try to scam you out of $50. After another beat of silence, he talks again.

"Don't be brutal, doll. You know you're just as excited to see where this goes."

"I don't usually date scammers." You finally say, but it's meek and you instantly regret it because all he does is smile wider.

"There's a first for everything."

...

You don't know why you agreed and gave him your number and address. But you did. You also don't know why you're wearing such an expensive dress and perfume. Or why you're putting on makeup. But you are. It was all too elaborate for a one-off date with a random man. Nevertheless, here you were, crouching down to put your bobby pins in your hair because your dress didn't allow for enough movement.

There are three quick knocks at your door before you hear Hawk's voice.

"I'm starving, doll. Don't leave me like this."

Bastard

You quickly give yourself a one-over and head to the door. When you open it you see Hawks, except he looks different. His hair is neatly brushed back, and he swapped his stronger cologne for a much more elegant one that matches even better with yours. simple suit and tie with square-cut earrings.

"you look good" he looks better than good, but you don't wanna say anything that'll inflate his ego more.

"you look perfect," and he punctuates it by saying your name instead of 'doll' and you like the way it sounds more than you thought.

Hovering over you now with one arm on the doorframe. He stretches out a hand with a small grin.

"May I? " You place your hand in his.

"You May."

...

5 things you've learned about Hawks Keigo so far

1. his real name is Keigo, hawks being a nickname he got in his youth because of his speed and eyes

2. his hand is much larger than yours

3. he has great taste in restaurants

4. his favorite food is yakitori (a new favorite of yours too)

5. he's ready to go back to your place

"How was your food?"

"It was actually... great"

"C'mon, don't act all reluctant! This restaurant has never done me wrong!" He says as you shift the air conditioner to fan your face and turn the radio up a bit.

"Right, yakitori connoisseur. I can see why you'd take your dates here."

"You're the first." He says emphasizing the last part with a sly look over to your spot in the passenger seat of his Mercedes. It's an admission that has a smile threatening to find a home on your lips, but you turn your head to face outside the window and he chuckles knowingly.

"Or are you saying this should now be the spot? Cuz I could make that work."

"You sure know how to ruin a mood." You're laughing at his feigned hurt expression as he steers with one hand while the other goes over his heart.

"How rude!" He says before the hand over his heart falls to your thigh and suddenly you're hyperaware of how warm he is. "I'll make sure this spot is special to just you."

If the hand on your thigh wasn't enough, the sincerity of his tone has you reeling and reaching over his middle console to kiss him. Soft, short, and sweet on his cheek. You can hear his breath hilt and the smell of his cologne is stronger. When you pull back, you can see the mark of your lipstick on his cheek. And his hand squeezes your thigh tighter.

"You're driving me crazy, doll."

"...was that a pun because you're driving?"

"What?"

"I said-"

he dramatically turns up the radio and you roll your eyes when he excessively mouths 'I can't hear you!'

"YOU'RE LUCKY THIS SONG IS GOOD!" you yell into his ear and he laughs, drawing circles onto your thigh with his thumb. The ride back to your apartment is shorter than you'd like, but at least he walks you up to your door, right?

"I don't usually invite scammers into my house."

"yeah?" he asks, hands already on your waist and head tilted.

"but there's a first for everything, isn't there?"

"id like that," he says, smiling down at you as you walk backward into your living room.

His lips are feverish on yours, tongue exploring as deep as it can into your mouth until his and your lips are purple and swollen before drawing purple bruises all over your neck and chest, just over your tits. Your body is hot and you hurriedly pull your arms out of your dress and shimmy it off-eliciting a pleasured hum when he finds that you're not wearing a bra- as he quickly tosses his button-up and jacket before his lips are back onto yours. Your hands wrap around Keigo's neck and his hands cup under your ass and lift you up.

"First door on your right."

Following your instructions, he walks with you to his arms to your room and tosses you on the familiar sheets of your bed.

"Do you want this?" he asks, hands working on his belt

"Please."

His jaw clenches, and in a second he's bare in front of you.

And big. Much bigger than you think you can take. Thick veins wrap around his cock and you can tell he shaved just for tonight. He runs a finger up and down your clothing slit. Your lips part and a soft sigh rolls off your tongue.

"Don't be a tease."

"Yes ma'am," his finger hooks on the edge of your lace panties and slides them off before running his cock up and down to gather your slick with a quiet groan. Without warning, he slides into you, and you're both vocal. after letting you adjust to his length, he slowly starts moving inside of you, then faster and you're whining around him.

"so pretty," comes out a gasp when his hands pull your legs over his shoulders.

"yer so pretty. And yer the tightest lil' thing I've ever had. Why don't we make an h-habit of this, hmm?"

"The sex or–fuck–dinner?" You ask, trying to slow the coil in your gut with deep breaths.

"Both."

"That sounds like dating."

"It's not–shiit"

"How so?" You ask, moaning into the back of your hand when he switches his angle and hits that spot that has you seeing stars.

"You don't date scammers," he says and you would laugh if you didn't have drool sliding down the side of your mouth. His eyes flicker to it and when he licks it up, only to kiss it back into your mouth, and your nails find his back and rake over the skin in an attempt to ground yourself.

"So...what...' bout...it," he asks between kisses and you roll your eyes. When you don't answer, he grunts and stalls all movements.

"What-"

"Answer me and I'll move."

His eyes widen as he watches you move up and down on your own.

"Stubborn," he whispers out, still wide-eyed when his lips split into a grin. "you won't be able to fuck yerself the way I do it. So just be good 'nd-"

"Yes." you bite out. Your pride feels robbed, but you can tell he's right when you feel your stomach ache.

"Yes, what?"

He's moved again, but it's too slow for your liking and leaves you irritated. You're exactly where he wants you, and so—reluctantly — you mutter:

"Let's make this a habit!"

An uncharacteristically soft hand cups your cheek and your stomach twist.

"I knew you could be good for me," he says, lips pressing into the side of your mouth and you're writhing.

Speeding up again, you feel that familiar flame of pleasure ignite within you and tangle your hands into his blonde strands. The room is filled with slaps and moans and if you weren't so fucked out, you might've been able to hear your headboard knocking against the wall and how the mess of your nightstand slightly bounces from the source. Praises are whispered in between messy thrusts and you try your best to focus on the sweat running down your back to let the feeling of him inside you last longer, but your toes are curled and can taste blood from how hard you’re biting down on your lip.

“Don't shy away now, I love that pretty voice of yours,” and his face looks so much in ecstasy that when his tip hits that spot in you again a pornographic moan leaves your lips, and the flood of pleasure hits you is as foreign as it is blissful. You almost gave no control of yourself. barely hushing yourself, barely able to unravel your legs from around his hips, all too consumed in your high. But Keigo is no better. When your legs ease the hold around his hips, he hurriedly pulls out, but not fast enough, and globs of white spray onto your pussy and all over your chest, even up to your neck. He can only pump himself a few more times before he's falling on top of you with a huff, knocking the air out of you.

"U-P!" you gasp out, hitting his chest until he rolls over with a sheepish look.

"'M sorry," is all that he says before narrowing his eyes when you giggle.

"Didn't know nutting took that much energy out."

"me neither," he says, joining in on your giggles with a squawk-like laugh that makes you laugh even harder. "I've never come that hard."

"I'm flattered." You purr, smiling up at the ceiling. "I don't think ill be able to walk for a couple of days myself."

And you were joking, but when he laughs and hoists himself up with a hand on your thigh, the soreness humbles you and you realize there's more truth to that statement than you care to admit. You point to the bathroom and he nods, disappearing and reappearing with a damp rag and cleans you up.

"How do you like your baths?"

"Warm." you twitch when he wipes over a sensitive part, earning a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

When he's done, he moves back into your bathroom and you can hear him turn on the faucet, and you stretch to your legs until the water is turned off and he's scooping you into his arms. When you've finished, he offers to carry you back to bed, but you insist on getting back on your own, even if your legs felt a bit wobbly. You slip into something comfortable while he puts on what he had on before, only now it's wrinkled. You expect him to leave immediately after he's dressed.

"what are you going to watch me sleep?"

"just waiting for you to invite me to stay the night"

"not gonna happen," you say and laugh at the way he pouts. "next time, maybe." And now you're laughing harder at how quickly his expression changed to a smile.

He leans down to kiss you long and slow, pulling away to leave a peck on your cheek.

"Same time next week?" he asks, giving you another peck, this time along your cheek. You mumble an affirmation, eyes blissfully shut as his lips move to our neck.

"and the one after that. " And he's grinning against you again when he says this.

"Overzealous, don't ya think?" not missing the glint in his eyes when they meet yours again. Same gold that seems to shimmer close up.

"Just makin' a habit of it." Is all he says, same beautiful eyes looking down at you, same lopsided grin, now pretty purple marks on his neck.

And all you can do is say,

"okay, same time next week."

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