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so.. theoretically ... if i have run baby run p3 drafted — do yall wanna read it? orrrrr

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All tied up || [Spencer Reid X f!reader] Pt.1

First time posting a fic here.

The idea of Spencer remembering all the shibari knots from a book gave me the incredible urge to start writing. This is part one and mostly setting up to part two where all the spicy stuff will happen.

Tags: Shibari, eventual smut, consent, (idk I am bad at tagging)

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"I actually heard it can be very therapeutic." Spencer Reid stood next to you as you were bent over a case file. The unsub would tie their victims up in intricate red rope, displaying them like a piece of artwork. Suspended in mid air their bodies hung from ceilings. You had made a comment under your breath as you watched the detail in the knots, nothing of interest. Either they'd been strung up post mortem, which seemed unlikely with the way their bodies were contorted. Or while the victim was alive and cooperating. Meaning the victims trusted the unsub.

You knew of shibari, had seen it once when you had stumbled upon it while researching a sexclub where a suspected unsub was picking his victims. It piqued your interest, seeing the knots tied carefully with enough slack to allow fingers to slip past the rope. The shapes accentuating the women's bodies, looks of content on their faces. You had quickly squashed the thought at the time. Not wanting to address your new found interest in the slightest. Hoping that if you didn't think about it it would go away. Unfortunately that hadn't been the case. You'd managed to find pictures of the beautiful rope designs people created and it only fed the flame growing inside you. But when Spencer made that comment as he looked over your shoulder. Something stirred inside. Like he knew what you'd been thinking about.

"I don't think they found this very therapeutic." You retorted, eyes focused on the paper again. If they hadn't been crime scene photos they could have been beautiful. Spencer placed one hand on the desk, the other on the back of your chair as he leaned over. The heat of his body radiating off of him. You kept your eyes on the papers, not daring to look up at your workplace crush. Who, in all his genius, was the most clueless person you'd met. "Right, I don't think they did. Still, it's interesting to see the great care the unsub took to present them this way. It’s like a piece of art, he takes pride in his work." Spencer commented, saying the words you'd just been thinking. "It could have been beautiful if not for the murder." you said a bit solemnly, not thinking about your words, still trying to figure out whether the unsub tied them up post mortem or not. Absentmindedly tracing your fingers over the ropes in one picture.

"Would you ever want to try it?" Spencer suddenly asked. Your head whipped around in surprise, staring at the man who was looking down at you. He was gauging your reaction, which now that you realize it, was way too obvious. He'd probably already caught on to the fact you'd been interested in shibari from the case before. A damn good profiler even if he was clueless about your feelings for him. "W-what? No, of course not." You lied, feeling heat creep up your neck as you averted your eyes from him. “Why would you say that?” You asked in turn, knowing he’d already caught you in your lie. “Just the way you said it could have been beautiful. I’ve read a book on it once…” The way Spencer said it was suggestive, knowing what he meant once he said he read a book on it once. He remembers it all, the knots, the ties. He was offering to help you get it out of your system. The way he trailed off made it non committal, it wasn’t a full offer but it was up in the air. If you wanted to go in on it he wouldn’t judge. “You have? Are you interested?” Your voice was low, barely above a whisper because you were still in the bullpen. Colleagues and teammates are still around to hear if you spoke too loudly. “We have Saturday off.” Spencer spoke, it wasn’t an answer but an invite. “We do.” You agreed, and that was it. “You could come over.” Spencer said, there was something in his voice. It was low and smooth. “I can. At 2?” You added before daring to look up at him again, he nodded his head with a slight smile. There was a flush on his face. “I’ll see you then.” He added, pushing himself off the table and returning to his own desk, your eyes following until he sat down.

Your mind was jumbled with thoughts about what could happen when you get to his place. Mentally you were still trying to grapple with the fact that he had invited you, but standing on the doorstep had been quite the wake up. You rang his doorbell and Spencer buzzed you in. You walked to the elevator, pressing the button and stepping inside to head to the second floor. Stepping out and walking past the other doors until you reached his front door. A deep breath. You raised your hand, a timid knock on the door that was opened just a second too quickly. Like he had been waiting for you. “Hey.” Spencer breathed out the word, a slight smile on his lips as he stared at you. You could feel your cheeks start to heat under his gaze. “Come in.” Spencer said as he stepped out of the way, letting you pass into his apartment. “Thanks.” You said as you observed your surroundings. You’d been in his apartment once before. It was lived in, slightly cluttered and warm. It smelled of books and coffee, some of his vices. His large leather couch was put to the side and the middle of his living room was currently a large open space. He’d prepared this. You swallowed thickly, knowing he’d taken care to get it all ready made you excited, a fluttering feeling settling in your stomach. The small bag you had taken with you was placed down next to the coat rack. Your jacket was slipped off your shoulders by Spencer, the motion making you look over your shoulder at him. He gave you a reassuring smile, warming your heart and soothing your nerves. “Do you want something to drink first?” He asked as he hung your coat away. “No, thank you.” You replied, wanting to get to it rather than stall. It would make you nervous again to wait. Wanting to get started almost immediately. “Alright, then let’s get started?” Spencer asked it, maybe to have clear confirmation that this was what you wanted. He fidgeted slightly, perhaps as nervous as you had been before. You nodded your head, the action seeming to calm Spencer slightly, his hands stopping from fidgeting. Instead grabbing the red rope that was laid out on a side table, pushed to the wall this time.

“How do we start?” You asked, having prepared by wearing a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. Spencer turned back to you, taking two strides before he was right in front of you again. Something in his eyes had changed from before. “Strip.” His tone was different, making a shiver run down your spine.

This was going to be interesting.

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more leon lol

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hello noa how are you!!! its me again the kissy anon!!! how is the friday going bby? also if request are open then can i request... whatever scenario has been going through your mind with leon? if not anything soft with him would work :)

AHHH HELLO HELLO﹗﹗ IVE BEEN SO BUSY W SCHOOL AND WORK BUT PART 2 IS UP RN﹗﹗﹗ I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT BUT I CAN DO SOME SOFT LEON TOO﹗

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RUN BABY RUN . ( leon kennedy x f﹗ reader ) PART TWO ﹗

DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT .

IVE ALSO NEVER WRITTEN SMTH WITH MORE THAN ONE PART BARE WITH ME﹐ I ' M NERVY

enjoy ❤️

CONTENT WARNINGS : stalking﹗ breaking and entering﹗ DUBCON ₍ pls this isnt a joke ₎ ﹐ oral sex ₍ f receiving ₎ ﹐ p in v penetration﹐somnophilia﹐ KNIFE PLAY .

some of the content within this chapter may be disturbing to some audiences﹐ reader discretion is advised . PART 1 HERE 1270 words no proofread

CREDIT : gif credit to me lmao

GIF SOURCE : HYDRAFXX on twitter

FILTER BY 161FR0ST on twitter

AS USUAL﹐ NO MINORS UNDER THE LINE PLS AND THANK U

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there she was﹐ my little dove . so innocent﹐ so peaceful . she was absolutely fucking oblivious to the fact that i am in her house right now﹐ watching her live like this was some kind of twisted reality show﹐ except﹐ she didn ' t know about the cameras .

she ' s sat on a rocking chair﹐ watching some sitcom on tv . she ' d giggle to herself occasionally﹐ my heart fluttering at the sweet﹐ sweet sound of my little dove ' s joy . soon enough﹐ [ Y / N ] made her way upstairs﹐ her robe hitting the floor﹐ revealing her perfect tits﹐ the only think keeping her somewhat modest being her flimsy lace panties . she got in bed﹐ her eyes glued to her phone as i watched from the small crack between the closet doors . she really has no situational awareness or any sense of danger﹐ does she﹖ it doesn ' t matter﹐ i ' ll teach her all of that soon enough .

as soon as i was sure she was asleep﹐ i stepped out from my front row seat to the show . i walked towards her﹐ she smells just as good as she did before . i slipped the covers off her body .

sweet fucking jesus .

she ' s perfection laced in ecstasy﹐ wrapped in a pretty pink bow just for me . leaning down﹐ making sure the mattress didn ' t dip too much﹐ my hands grazed her thighs﹐ her legs falling open almost instantly . she ' s fucking captivating . i settled on my stomach﹐ my lips gently met the skin just below her belly button as i kissed my way down . goosebumps followed my trail﹐ spreading down her skin as she arched her back slightly . i couldn ' t help but grin as i felt her react to my touch . my poor little dove ' s body is betraying her .

my lips trailed downward﹐ kissing her slit through the thin piece of material . fuck﹐ it wasn ' t long before i was intoxicated﹐ drunk on her from just a taste . my tongue darted out of my mouth﹐ licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit . her body jerked﹐ my eyes shot towards her﹐ making sure she was still asleep . my little dove needs to enjoy this . i placed my knife on the bed next to me﹐ just in case she tried something stupid .

i hooked a finger on the material as i pushed her panties aside﹐ i was in awe as i stared at her perfect cunt﹐ glistening wet﹐ and begging to be worshipped . fuck it . i shoved my face into her﹐ my lips latching onto her clit as i sucked﹐ hard . her hips jerked in response﹐ her eyes shooting open . shock coursed through her tiny frame﹐ her hands pushed my face away﹐ i happily obliged﹐ taking a step back . she shot up﹐ pushing her body back . disbelief painted her features﹐ her beautiful face pale .

❛ shh . . . ❜ i cooed﹐ picking up my knife from the bed . her taste still on my tongue﹐ a smile forming on my lips . i crawled onto the bed﹐ my cock straining against my jeans .

❛ come on now﹐ little dove﹐ don ' t make me use this . ❜ i held up my knife﹐ the blade glinting in the moonlight . i sat down next to her﹐ running my fingers down her shaking face .

her mouth opened slightly﹐ her words caught in her throat . my hand met her arm﹐ pulling her body over mine﹐ her legs on either side of my hips . her poor frame shook as i raised the blunt side of my knife to her throat . i could see a tear slip down her already flushed cheek .

❛ unbutton my jeans﹐ angel . ❜ i spoke﹐ adrenaline coursing through my body as i stared at her .

shy hands moved down my body as she closed her eyes﹐ her fingertips sending shockwaves up my body as they grazed the skin just above my waistline . i sucked in a breath﹐ biting back a moan . the sound of my zipper sliding down filled the room﹐ my jaw clenching as she took the initiative to pull my cock from my underwear .

❛ such a good fucking girl . ❜ i cooed as i watched her﹐ her thighs clenching against my body . my words had an effect on her﹐ i know they do . she can ' t lie when her body reacts like this . ❛ ride it . ❜ i continued﹐ my tone authoritative . her eyes widened for a second﹐ her mouth falling open once again . she didn ' t say anything﹐ instead﹐ she aligned my tip with her entrance﹐ her eyes squeezing shut as she sunk down . i heard a whimper tumble from her lips as her cunt hugged my cock so tight﹐ practically sucking me in .

a deep groan snuck up my throat as she sat﹐ adjusting . i couldn ' t believe this was finally happening﹐ i was balls deep in the woman i loved﹐ the woman i craved so deeply .

❛ that ' s it baby . ❜ i cooed softly﹐ ❛ all of it﹐ like a good - ah﹐ fuck - like a good girl . . . ❜ my breathing was quick and shallow﹐ matching hers as my other hand rested on her hip .

i guided her﹐ gently urging her to rock her hips - she did . it was like the heavens had come down and bestowed upon me their greatest blessing﹐ my perfect [ Y/N ] and her tight pussy .

she moved faster﹐ taking the opportunity to lift herself up and drop down﹐ using me and my cock to chase her high . her moans fell from her lips like diamonds﹐ adorning the room with their sparkle﹐ illuminating our bodies in this disgusting act of lust and sin . her hand drifted to my cheek as she rode me﹐ running from my jaw to my lips﹐ she smelled like heaven﹐ she felt like sin .

i could feel myself getting lost in her﹐ completely and utterly ruined by her . i studied her face﹐ the way she started enjoying it made my heart beat faster . her eyes shut as her head rolled back﹐ my tip kissing her cervix oh so gently . fuck﹐ she ' s magnetic . i dropped the knife﹐ using both hands to grip her hips as i stilled her .

the moaning ceased only for a moment﹐ our heavy breaths in sync as i thrusted up into her . the sweetest sound left my little dove ' s lips﹐ her hands gripping my wrists for support . her nails dug into my skin﹐ the burn stinging so good .

❛ fuck﹐ baby . ❜ i moaned as i watched her enjoy every ounce of pleasure she was getting from me . her walls tightened around my shaft as her legs shook softly . i gripped her left hand﹐ moving her fingers to her clit . we were close﹐ so fucking close . ❛ small circles . ❜ i instructed﹐ watching as her tiny body writhed in pleasure .

the familiar sensation hit me like a truck﹐ my body shook as i pulled her down﹐ her bare chest pressed against my shirt as my arms wrapped around her small body .

i held her close as her climax hit﹐ forcing a scream from her throat as she shook﹐ her unoccupied hand tugging at my hair .

her walls contracted a few more times as we came down from our highs﹐ my hips still slowly rocking my dick in and out of her perfect pussy . i planted a soft kiss on her forehead .

i knew there ' d be questions soon﹐ but for now she seemed tired . i waited for her to fall asleep before slowly and gently cleaning her up and tucking her in .

maybe she ' d think it was just a dream﹐ or maybe my dove will finally come home .

[noassparetime]

*gives you a forehead kiss for being so cool*

ILY

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RUN BABY RUN . ( leon kennedy x f﹗ reader )

LISTEN : this is extremely self indulgent﹐ i read haunting adeline and i ' ve pretty much been wanting to do this for a while .

PART 2

also if you want to be on a taglist﹐ comment below . <3

word count : 1225

WARNINGS : male masturbation﹐ stalking﹐ talk about being ╱ feeling like you ' re being watched .

AS USUAL NO MINORS UNDER THE LINE I HAVE THE FBI ON SPEED DIAL

my throat burns as i swallow the whisky . it ' s my fourth glass since i ' ve been here . i can ' t stand seeing her around other men . my perfect [ Y/N ] tainted by their energy . the way their hands grip her waist makes me sick .

i know what you ' re thinking﹐ " leon﹐ it ' s a funraiser﹐ she ' s being polite . " i know she is﹐ but while she ' s out there﹐ her innocence on display for every man in this room﹐ they ' re around her like vultures﹐ waiting for the second her guard is down .

but they don ' t know her like i do . they don ' t know the dirty things she says at night . they ' re drawn to her innocence﹐ but me﹐ i ' m drawn to her darkness .

the kind she only displays in her own space .

it ' s been four weeks since spain﹐ three and a half since ashley ' s party﹐ and three since i first saw [ Y/N ] . her father is in the secret service﹐ he was one of the men who helped ashley get back home﹐ she frequently visited him﹐ bringing him lunch﹐ a coffee﹐ whatever he needed .

god i still remember it like it was yesterday . her hair﹐ the way it shined in the sun﹐ the distinct scent i now know is gabrielle chanel radiating of her smooth skin . the way you could see her tummy pudge stick out of her dress ever so slightly . she was fucking perfect . and she will be mine .

what she doesn ' t know﹐ is that i ' ve successfully hacked into the camera system surrounding her very﹐ very gated neighbourhood . i know when she leaves﹐ when she comes home﹐ and if i angle it just right﹐ i can see right into her bedroom .

she ' s a little disorganised﹐ notebooks scattered all over her desk﹐ articles of clothing littering her bedroom floor . if she was mine﹐ she ' d never have to lift a fucking finger .

i ' m snapped out of my own head as a hand rests on my shoulder﹐ my neck cranking around to see the commissioner behind me .

" mr . kennedy . " he speaks﹐ his voice raspy﹐ his tone remaining stoic . " enjoying your day off﹖"

i watched as he sat next to me﹐ i offered him a nod﹐ it prompted a bellowing laugh﹐ his shoulders raising a little too much .

" always a man of few words﹐ huh . " he said﹐ gesturing at the waiter for another round .

it ' s not that i hated the commissioner﹐ i just knew what he did in the dark . he ' s been through three divorces﹐ his kids filed for emancipation  before they reached 16﹐ and all his ex wives have restraining orders . he was a drunk with itchy palms .

my eyes drift back to my little doll﹐ a bright smile never leaving her perfectly glossed lips as she kneels down﹐ studying a drawing one of the orphans shoved in her face . she volunteered at the children ' s home three times a week﹐ she was a fucking saint . her sundress clung to her body just right﹐ her curves on full display﹐ yet﹐ she was still dressed appropriately . her tits filled out the neckline just perfectly .

the commissioner spoke on next to me﹐ mumbling something about how i ' m just about the luckiest guy on earth for surviving that fucking village AND raccoon city . i ' ve heard it all before﹐ leon the wonder cop﹐ leon﹐ the raccoon city hero . i ' m sick of it . everyone notices me﹐ everyone but her .

she sits with the kid for a few more minutes﹐ helping them neaten up the drawing . my hands grow clammy as i see her stand up﹐ her eyes immediately meeting mine . her hips sway gently as she saunters over towards me .

" commissioner jordan﹐ mr kennedy . " she greets﹐ fuck my cock strains against my jeans at the sound of her voice . it ' s like angels are singing . " here to potentially adopt﹖" [ Y/N ] teases﹐ knowing full well the answer is a hard no .

" too many already . " the commissioner chimes in and i see something shift in [ Y/N ] ' s gaze . she doesn ' t like him either . she lets out a nervous laugh as she turns her attention to me . her eyes locked on mine . i shake my head﹐ a hand raising as i flash her a smile .

her mothers voice echoes from the back﹐ calling her name . she was the small town ' s golden girl﹐ she could do no wrong . she offered us a polite goodbye﹐ wishing us a good time as she turned around﹐ heading to her mom . i practically felt my pants grow tighter as i watched her walk away .

i left soon after﹐ heading back to my apartment . i undress﹐ now in just a pair of boxers as i settle in behind my setup . about five monitors take up the space on my wall . my eyes are glued to the screen﹐ waiting for her arrival . finally after what feels like a fucking eternity﹐ she comes home . i watch her make her way to her bathroom﹐ her bedroom giving me a front row seat to the show .

she steps in﹐ the water flowing over her perfect frame . i slowly ease my hand into my underwear﹐ stroking my length as the water makes its way between the valley of her perky tits﹐ down her stomach where it eventually disappears between her thighs .

a moan escapes my throat as my thumb runs over my sensitive tip﹐ the muscles in my legs tense from the sensation﹐ my eyes shut momentarily as i imagine the hand wrapped around my dick belongs to her . i open my eyes and my breath hitches in my throat at the sight .

my little doll hunched over ever so slightly as her head hangs﹐ one arm extended﹐ her hand planted against the wall for support as the other explores her cunt . this was a beautiful fucking moment . i follow her lead﹐ matching her pace as i jerk myself in unison . i can ' t hear her﹐ but i most certainly can imagine what she sounds like . moans like honey dripping from her tongue﹐ painting the room golden as she speeds up her movements .

a feel the familiar burn in my stomach﹐ my balls growing tighter as my chest heaves up and down﹐ she ' s close too﹐ her legs are shaking . i speed up﹐ chasing my high as she chases hers . such a good fucking girl .

i let out a breath as i reach my climax﹐ the muscles relaxing as ropes of cum shoot out of me﹐ coating my stomach just below my chest . my eyes are shut as i work on controlling my breathing . i open my eyes﹐ my vision blurry as i stare at her again . her knees buckle slightly﹐ her arms extending to catch herself before she falls . i chuckle .

if that ' s how she reacts to just her finger on her clit﹐ she has a lot waiting for her as soon as she ' s mine .

[ Y/N ] steps out of the shower﹐ drying her body off before getting dressed and into bed . i clean up my mess﹐ securing my underwear around my waist once again .

i can ' t take this anymore . she ' ll be mine by sunset tomorrow . i look at the screen one last time﹐ my finger grazing the pixels that make up her face .

" see you soon﹐ baby . "

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SO THEORETICALLY IF I WROTE LEON IN HIS ZADE MEADOWS ERA

its up i got excited

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one more time .

leon kennedy x fem﹗ reader .

warnings : smut﹐ p in v﹐ unprotected sex﹐  creampie . praise kink . dominant leon .

summary : smut and barely a plot . i love ada irl dont hate me .

word count : 1820

NO MINORS UNDER THE CUT . THANK YOU .

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leon kennedy . the pretty boy rookie cop turned special us agent . you ' d heard the stories about him and claire redfield surviving raccoon city﹐ and you ' d be lying if you said you weren 't impressed . your track record was just as impressive﹐ having pulled of multiple missions the military refused to take on .

which is exactly why you were the perfect one to be teamed up with him . he was cold﹐ sometimes rude and mostly shut off﹐ not that you minded . you preferred his silence over any other partner you ' ve had in the past .

it was simpler with him﹐ never having to make small talk﹐ never having to come up with smart answers to cocky questions﹐ just a simple nod﹐ a few instruction sentences and a glance would be enough communication to last you hours .

it was a slow night on the mission﹐ so the two of you mutually decided that a drink couldn ' t hurt . you and the blind man headed over to a little place down the street﹐ a chuckle falling from his lips upon reading the name﹐ Scott ' s Tavern . you ' d be lying if you said you weren ' t attrscted to him﹐ he was handsome﹐ strong and knew what he wanted . from what you had been told﹐ his history with women had been less than good﹐ ada wong ' s name popped up a couple of times . god how you hated that woman . she had been the reason one of your missions went south﹐ sabotaging you around every corner﹐ and even betraying you in the end . you were bitter about the subject – but then again﹐ you had every right to be .

leon ' s hand rested on the small of your back as he led you to a table﹐ taking the initiative to glare at all the men giving you disgusting looks . the place wasn ' t exactly the four seasons﹐ but it had alcohol and that was enough . like a perfect gentleman﹐ leon pulled your chair out for you﹐ pushing it back in gently as you sat down . you thanked him quietly as he took his own seat﹐ a waitress making her way to your table .

you didn ' t like the way she looked at him﹐ her eyelids fluttering﹐ laughing at all his horrible jokes that in reality barely constituted as such . you rolled your eyes as she walked away with your orders﹐ swaying her hips ever so slightly .

❛ someone ' s jealous . ❜ his voice broke the silence﹐ his eyes staring into your soul .

❛ i ' m not jealous . ❜ you scoffed﹐ crossing your arms over your chest . your eyes met his﹐ a lump forming in your throat . ❛ why are you looking at me like that﹖❜

❛ like what﹐ [Y/N]﹖ ❜ the agent questioned﹐ feigning cluelessness . his hands were on the table﹐ his fingers intertwined .

❛ never mind . ❜ you dismissed the subject﹐ the waitress making her way back to your table﹐ placing your drinks in front of you . she tried flirting with him again﹐ but he didn ' t seem to give her the time of day .

a few drinks and a few hours later﹐ your confidence grew﹐ you ' d questioned him about his time in raccoon city﹐ his relationship with claire and the one you were most curious about﹐ ada wong . leon had begged you to just drop the subject﹐ yet you insisted . you wanted information on her﹐ something you could use to inevitably be the cause of her downfall .

❛ [ Y/N ]﹐ i ' m warning you . ❜ he spoke sternly .

❛ oh﹐ come on﹐ leon . loosen up a bit . this is the first break we ' ve had in a while . i ' m just trying to have some fun .❜ you groaned﹐ setting your glass on the table . ❛ besides﹐ you ' re way too good for her anyway . ❜

his gaze shifted from the table to you﹐ brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to make sense of your words .

❛ what﹖❜ he questioned﹐ not wanting to believe it .

❛ come on﹐ let ' s face it﹐ she betrayed you﹐ left you﹐ twice . that isn ' t fair . she broke your heart and made you think she was dead – ❜ your words were cut off by his lips crashing into yours . before you could react﹐ your body instinctively reacted to his﹐ kissing back hungrily as your fingers entangled in his hair .

his hands found your face as he pulled away from you﹐ blue hues staring you down .

❛ you talk too much﹐ you know that right﹖❜ he asked﹐ a lught chuckle audible in his tone .

❛ i ' ve been told﹐ but you have one hell of a way to shut me up . ❜ you giggled . your eyes wandered down his body﹐ his black shirt clinging to his figure . fuck he was a sight to behold . his bulge was clearly visible through his jeans﹐ thus sparking the bright idea to tease him and see where it went .

your hand rested on his thigh﹐ slowly inching its way upwards﹐ your eyes reconnecting with his﹐ not daring to look away . his body stiffened﹐ making you wonder how many women have ever taken charge with him before . his hand wrapped around your wrist﹐ gently raising it off his leg . you withdrew immediately .

❛ i ' m sorry – ❜ you spoke﹐ looking down in embarrassment . his fingers caught your chin﹐ lifting your face to look at him again .

❛ bathroom﹐ now . ❜ he tugged you out of your seat﹐ leading you to the back of the building .

as soon as the door shut behind you﹐ your chest connected with the wall﹐ leon ' s hand on your hip﹐ the other already working on the button of your jeans .

❛ you have no idea how long i ' ve waited for this [ Y/N ] . ❜ he spoke as he shoved your pants and panties down﹐ leaving you bare in front of him .

leon knelt down﹐ spreading you open to get a good look at that perfect pussy of yours . jesus christ﹐ what he wouldn ' t give to take his time with you﹐ but there would be another opportunity for that .

slowly﹐ leon sunk a finger into your cunt﹐ feeling its warmth wrap around him﹐ a moan slipping from your lips . he was mesmerised by how responsive you were to him﹐ how your body reacted to his touch .

❛ that good﹐ baby﹖❜ he cooed as he stood up﹐ his finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace .

❛ ye – mhm. . . ❜ you nodded﹐ your eyes shut﹐ taking in the moment﹐ but you needed more . you needed him . ❛ leon﹐ please. . . ❜ you begged﹐ needing to feel more .

without a word﹐ his finger slid from your core﹐ immediately tugging at his belt﹐ his pants dropped seconds later . the blond stroked his length as he stepped closer to you﹐ aligning himself with your entrance .

your hands were pressed to the cold wall as you mentally prepared yourself to be split apart by the great leon kennedy .

❛ deep breath﹐ sweetheart . ❜ he whispered into your ear as he pushed in slowly .

leon took his time﹐ seething into you﹐ feeling every crevice of your cunt . a moan clawed its way up your throat as he filled you up and split you apart so easily . he wrapped an arm around your waist﹐ pulling you into him as he started thrusting . slow movements followed as he rolled his hips﹐ reaching deeper than anyone ever had before .

soon enough﹐ his pace picked up and his thrusts became heavier and harder . cervix kisses teased you closer and closer to insanity as he slammed into you . his lips latched onto your neck﹐ marking you as his own .

your small hands gripped onto his arm as a string of moans and profanities fell from your swollen lips﹐ lips he would give anything to see wrapped around cock as he slid down your pretty little throat .

❛ fuck﹐ baby . you sound so fucking good . ❜ he moaned into your ear﹐ praising your actions﹐ encouraging you to be more vocal .

your moans got louder and louder as you neared your climax﹐ prompting leon to clasp his hand over your mouth . the way your body fit so perfectly in his comforted you in a way you never knew you needed .

soon enough﹐ your walls tightened around his shaft﹐ the knot in your stomach growing tighter as he pounded into you . your nails dug into his skin﹐ leaving angry red marks in their wake .

❛ leon﹐ please . . . ❜ you said﹐ barely a whisper﹐ the only thing you got from him was a grunt﹐ you took it as a yes .

once your orgasm hit﹐ your vision blurred as your legs shook﹐ your grip on his arm tightening as you pressed your hips into his . a throaty moan fell from his lips as your cunt practically sucked his cock in﹐ threatening to never let go .

with one last thrust﹐ leon hit his peak﹐ his seed flooding your womb﹐ leaving you breathless as the warmth spread . leon picked you up gently﹐ turning you around so his back was against the wall .

the man slid down﹐ cradling you gently as he held you﹐ comforting you as you both came down from your highs . your head rested on his shoulder﹐ in turn﹐ his rested upon yours .

❛ i should ramble more often. . . ❜

[noassparetime]

I ' M BACK﹗ and i ' m taking requests 😏

i ' m back on my resident evil shit but feel free to still request marvel ╱ cod or anything you want 🥴 i have some time on my hands﹗﹗

[noassparetime]

Widow's Bite

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing, implants and idk what else 

A/N: i dont really know how to summarise this im also unsure if i like this or not, it was a way to get it out somewhere i guess, anyway enjoy  

They say when you’re bitten by a black widow spider, the pain is excruciating. You may experience swelling, cramps, muscle spasm and nausea. Generally , these effects last for twelve hours before showing any sign of going away. A bite isn’t fatal in an average person, and The Ghost is no average opponent. 

For months, [Y/N] had been studying him. His movements, his mannerisms and his fighting style. It is what she had been trained to do. Task Force 141 had asked the help of the widow program, needing someone who knew the territory. Of course, The Agency was in no short supply. [Y/N] was known as the team leader, the widows answered to her, she answered to Graves. She had a reputation, a high kill count at a young age. The commander stood proud as he introduced her as HIS smartest, fastest and strongest widow. Close combat was her specialty, she liked getting under the enemy’s skin, looking into the eyes of the ones she killed. She was the perfect soldier, and so was he. 

One Saturday afternoon had both teams bored, activity was low, they enjoyed the calm before the storm. Her eyes lingered on him for long periods at a time, her gaze not faltering once their eyes met. Thoughts ran rampant in her mind, she wanted – no, NEEDED to know who was under that mask, but of course, she was there to follow orders, not solve the mystery of the infamous Ghost. 

It was cold as a thin layer of snow started settling on the mountains. Their current camp was conveniently placed between two peaks, shielding them from wind or a possible storm. [Y/N] stood up from the fire, taking a walk around the camp, making sure her team had what they needed for the night. For the most part, the two groups seemed to get along, the younger widows kept to themselves, as the older ones branched out more, getting to know the others. 

[Y/N] sat down on a rock, an apple in her right hand, a butterfly knife in her left. Quicky, she cut off a piece, immediately offering it to the soldier behind her. 

“I’m not the best person to try and sneak up on.” her voice was cold, emotionless. Her gaze left the camp and was met with a simple balaklava.  A forced smile crossed her lips as he accepted the apple slice, sitting down beside her. 

“If I was sneaking, love, you wouldn’t have heard me.” Ghost spoke, his voice sending shivers down her spine. It was almost comforting knowing he was on her side, she’d hate being his opponent. A small chuckle fell from his covered lips as he nudged her. “What’s on your mind?” 

She sighed as she looked back at the widows she was responsible for. Keeping them alive was her priority, neutralizing the target needed to take a backseat. 

“How does one person keep fifteen others alive. . .” to Ghost, it didn’t really seem like a question, but he felt the need to answer. He stared at her, studying her expression. She looked sad, almost trapped in a cage. Little did he know she was fighting from the inside. Widow technology had advanced. It was no longer an injection altering their body chemistry, it was an implant, coded to block any attempt to remove it. For ALL widows. 

He sighed deeply, looking out over the camp. “That’s nearly impossible, but you try your best and stick to protocall.” He reached for the second slice The Widow offered him, slipping it under his mask, savoring the sweetness. He studied her, her features, the way a short strand of hair always falling from her braid. The way her lips curled while she spoke, the way her eyes glistened when his would catch hers. He barely knew her, but he was infatuated. No one knew each other's real names, she was codenamed Widow, the rest he barely cared about. 

He knew exactly how deadly she was, she was the talk of the town a few months prior to their meeting. She preferred blades, getting up close and personal. Using her small body to her advantage, climbing on the enemy and slamming him down. He still remembers the feeling sparking in his stomach when he witnessed her in the field for the first time, the electricity shooting up his spine as she tactfully took down someone twice her weight and size with nothing but her legs. She severed his spine, stripping away the stranger's last breath without a weapon. 

[Y/N] scoffed softly. “There is no best. There is only winning and losing.” her body turned to him as her hand rested on his forearm. “And I don't lose.” Ghost didn’t know if that was a threat, but he nodded nonetheless. 

“Neither do I.” he spoke softly, getting off the rock. “I suggest we settle in for the night, snow’s getting heavier and it seems we’re in for one hell of a storm.” he watched her as her head tilted back, her perfect throat exposed. He thought about the many different ways he could mark her, touch her and hold her. 

There was something about this widow, something he couldn’t quite figure out. What is it that made him want to protect her, more than he wanted to protect anyone else, how could someone so small, so unknown make him want to take a bullet for her. Ghost didn’t know what he was feeling, or at least what the feeling was called, but he was glad it was for her, maybe in time, with her. 

He led her to her tent, ushering her in as he said goodnight, Ghost stayed up, waiting to make sure everyone got to sleep before unzipping his own tent. That night, he lay in his bedroll thinking about her, thinking about ways to get close or even if getting close was a good idea. He didn’t care, he needed to know her, he needed to know what was going on behind her eyes. 

Meanwhile, in [Y/N]’s tent, the all too familiar struggle began, a scalpel held in one hand as the other pulled the skin on the back of her neck tight. She was ready to fight, she needed this THING out of her. The block was strong, she was fighting against the agency, against herself, but her willpower was stronger. They stripped her of her freedom, her family and even her free will, but one thing they could never take away was her determination. She knew the ins and outs of what they called “the chip”. Her mother designed it. 

The scalpel hit the bottom of the tent as she gave up, tears rolling down her cheeks, sweat beading on her forehead. She knew that she was going to need help, but the problem was knowing who to trust. 

With that, began another night of dreaming of the life she wanted, a picket white fence, two beautiful kids and a husband who loved her more than words. She was dreaming of a life she knew she’d never have. 

[noassparetime]

Hello everyone!

i think it ' s about time for an introduction . my name is noa, i ' m 24 and i ' ve been writing on and off for about 5 years (mainly wattpad)

I don ‘ t know if i have any followers on here, but i have some free time atm . so if there are any requests, feel free to send them in .

I write about anyone in marvel, the vampire diaries and other universes .

I do write smut and fluff .

[noassparetime]

All tied up.

Steven x Reader / Marc x Reader / Jake x Reader .

fem ﹗ reader .

requested in a post by @avatar-of-procrastination.

prompt: I've had this idea for a Steven/Marc/Jake x reader where they use the leg restraint on r and like basically fuck them into oblivion.

warnings : smut﹐ p in v﹐ unprotected sex﹐ degradation﹐  overstimulation﹐ dirty talk﹐  creampie .  a  few  tears  because  i  feel  like  orgasms  that  are  so  good  they  make  you  cry  are  underrated . 

before you read ﹗ i haven ' t written smut in a while﹐ and i have never posted it on tumblr either . please be nice . i ‘ m  not  even  really  proud  of  this﹐  consider  it  a  test  run .— your resident moon knight whore .

word count: 3,8k 

Soft fingertips lightly grazed the stack of books piled up on Steven ' s desk . He always had at least three out at a time . You could feel your heartrate pick up as you sat down by the desk﹐ slowly flipping through one of the giant hardback textbooks as you remembered last night ' s events . The one night Steven had you all to himself . Your head rolled back slowly at the memory of his hands gripping your hips as you contracted around him . His perfect incisors biting into your shoulder as he listened to you stutter as you read the text out loud . Lost within your memories﹐ you didn ' t even notice him walk into the apartment . You were abruptly snapped out of your vivid daydream as he rested his hand on your shoulder . As soon as you looked up at him﹐ you noticed something was off . His eyes were dark﹐ his demeanour assertive . Slowly you gulped as his hand found your chin﹐ gently gesturing for you to stand up . Not wanting to disrupt the perfect silence﹐ you obliged﹐ following his movements﹐ doing exactly as he told you﹐ without him needing to say a word . Contrary to popular belief﹐ Steven wasn ' t  always  the softest﹐ he  had  his days . Some days﹐ he ' d take his time with you﹐ worshipping your body before making love to you﹐ passionately . He made sure you knew your worth﹐not  leaving  even  an  inch  of  your  perfect  skin  untouched . And  others﹐  dear  god﹐  he  was  relentless .  He  was  more  than  capable  of  putting  you  in  your  place  whenever  you  needed  an  attitude  adjustment .  His  lips  found  yours  as  he  ran  his  hands  through  your  hair﹐tightly  gripping  at  the  routs .  Steven  pulled  hard﹐   tilting  your  head  back﹐   exposing  your  throat .  His  skilled  lips  immediately  moved  to  the  nape  of  your  neck﹐  bruising  it  in  the  best  way  possible .  Steven  wasted  no  time  in  pushing  the  flimsy  dress  shirt  off  your  shoulders﹐  his  eyes  trailing  down  your  chest﹐  all  the  way  to  your  underwear .  

“So  fucking  gorgeous . . .” he  mumbled  under  his  breath  as  he  watched  the  fabric  fall  to  the  ground . 

You  didn ‘ t  know  it  was  possible﹐  but  Steven ‘ s  eyes  darkened  even  more . A  pit  of  nervousness  began  to  grow  in  your  stomach .  He  pushed you  down  onto  the  mattress﹐  guiding  your  left  ankle  closer  to  the  restraint  he  had .  He  never  removed  it  after  finding  out  about  Marc  or  Jake  for  that  matter .  You  liked  to  think  it  provided  him  a  certain  sense  of  comfort . His  hands  clasped  your  ankle﹐  wrapping  the  soft  leather  strap  around  it . 

His  eyes  shifted  to  yours﹐  raising  his  eyebrow  at  the  sight  of  you . Your eyes  were  glued  to  his  hands﹐  watching  how  he  tightened  the  clasp .  unknowingly﹐  your  teeth  dug  into  your  bottom  lip﹐  the  pressure  intensifying  as  the  restraint  got  tighter .  A  small  grunt  escaped  your  throat  as  he  dropped  your  foot .  He  stepped  away  from  the  bed﹐  reaching  for  one  of  the  ties  that  lazily  hung  on  the  chair .  

Steven  slowly  walked  to  the  side  of  the  bed﹐   throwing  his  leg  over  you﹐  straddling  your  waist . 

“Lift  your  head . “  you  did  so  without  fail﹐  you  eyes  not  leaving  his  for  even  a  split  second . 

He  gently  slid  the  soft  material  over  your  forehead﹐  tying  a  perfect  knot  behind  your  head﹐  being  careful  not  to  get  your  hair  caught  in  the  progress. 

“Now  listen  here﹐  sweetheart. . .  I ‘ m  going  to  trust  you . I  won ‘ t  tie  your  ams  up﹐  but  if  you  touch  me﹐  I  stop . Got  it ﹖ “  he  slowly  shifted  the  blindfold  over  your  eyes﹐  causing  you  to  let  out  a  frustrated  groan . 

He  chuckled  slightly  at  the  sound﹐  knowing  he  has  you  right  where  he  wants  you .  He  took  a  second  to  look  at  you﹐  to  really  look  at  you . He  had  already  memorised  every  beauty  mark﹐  every  childhood  scar  and  every  curve  of  your  body﹐  but  he  never  missed  a  chance  to  look . 

Instinctively﹐  you  moved  your  arms  above  your  head﹐  not  wanting  to  risk  this  being  taken away  from  you . You  could  feel  Steven  looming  over  you﹐  the  heat  radiating  of  his   body  felt  magnified . He  moved  his  left  knee  between  your  legs﹐  separating  them  from  each  other . Your chest  was  heaving﹐  moving  up  and  down  at  a  rapid  pace﹐  he  knew  how  desperate  you  were﹐  and  he  loved  every  second  of  it . 

You  felt  the  bed  dip  even  more  between  your  legs  as  he  sat  up  straight﹐   hooking  his  fingers  over  the  elastic  part  of  your  underwear﹐  slowly  pulling  down . Almost  immediately﹐  you  lifted  your  hips﹐  trying  to  make  it  easier  for  him  to  get  them  down .  You  were  almost  one  hundred  percent  sure  he  had  a  smile  on his  face﹐  revelling  in  the  fact  that  you needed  him  so  badly .  He  gently  slid  the  fabric  down  your  legs﹐  lifting  your  right  ankle  to  remove  them  without  needing  to  move  away  from  your  body .  He  wanted  you﹐  he  needed  you﹐  and  you  were  there . 

Your  mind  wandered  away  as  he  softly  started  trailing  kisses  up  your  stomach﹐  starting  by  your  belly  button﹐  goosebumps  following  his  trail . Steven  moved  his  arms﹐  pressing  down  on  the  mattress  next  to  your  hips﹐  supporting  himself  as  his  lips  crashed  into  yours﹐  kissing  you  hungrily . You  never  imagined  that  anyone  could  make  you  feel  like  this﹐  but  one  look  from  any  of  them  could  send  you  into  a  spiral .  You  kissed  back  immediately﹐  not  letting  a  split  second  of  the  pleasure  go  to  waste.  He  moved  away  from  you﹐  shoving  his  pants  down  with  more  urgency  than  he  would  care  to  admit . 

Your  body  ached  for  him﹐  you  needed  to  feel  him﹐  you  needed  to  be ruined  by  him . Steven  moved  back  over  your  body﹐  his  left  arm  pinned next  to  your  head﹐  his  right  positioning  his  shaft  at  your  entrance.  You  sucked  in  a  breath  as  he  slowly  seethed  into  you﹐  your  core  on  fire  as you  bit  your  lip . Steven  barely  gave  you  time  to  adjust  before  he  pulled  out﹐  thrusting  in  roughly . Small  grunts  fell  from  his  perfect  lips  as  your  warm  cunt  hugged  him  tightly .  You  let  out  a  loud  moan  as  his  tip  kissed  your  cervix . 

He  sped  up  his  thrusts﹐  pounding  into  you  relentlessly﹐  you  tried  bending  your  legs﹐  but  completely  forgot  about  the  restraint . Your  left  leg  stopped  in  place  as  the  leather  tugged  at  your  ankle . You  let  out  a  frustrated  groan  as  you  tugged  once  more﹐  expecting  a  different  result . 

Steven  chuckled  in  your  ear  as  you  wrapped  your  write  leg  around  his  waist﹐  desperate  to  have  him  closer . He  buried  his  face  in  the  crook  of  your  neck  and  nipped  at  your  skin﹐  his  lips  leaving  hickeys  in  their  wake . Soon  enough﹐  you  felt  the  familiar  knot  form  in  your  stomach﹐  your  walls  twitching  around  his  cock . Feeling  your  climax  draw  near﹐  he  slowed  down﹐   wanting  you  to  feel  every  second  of  the  torture  he  was  inflicting  on  you .  

“Not  so  fast﹐  darling . I ‘ m   going  to  enjoy  as  much  of  you  as  I  can  before  they  take  over .”  he  smiled  and  started  thrusting  hard  once  again . The  moans  and  profanities  that  fell  from  your  lips  were  unholy﹐  but  it  only  encouraged  and  reassured  him  that  he  was  in  control﹐  he  had  you  all  to  himself . 

Your  jaw  clenched  tightly  as  the  fire  in  your  abdomen  grew  more  intense  by  the  second﹐  your  back  arched  as  you  clawed  at  the  pillow  above  your   head .  You  didn ‘ t  care  anymore﹐  you  needed  to  touch  him .  Your hands  flew  to  his  hair﹐   your  fingers  entangling  themselves  in  his  perfect  curls . Steven  said  he  would  stop﹐  but  he   was  too  far  gone﹐   his  thrusts  grew  faster  as  he  neared  his  climax﹐  his  breathing  getting  heavier  was  he  grunted  into  your  neck . That  was  it﹐  that  sent  you  over  the  edge﹐  his  hand  moved  down  between  your  bodies﹐  his  fingers  finding  your  clit .  He  gently  rubbed  your  nub﹐  doing  what  he  can  to  intensify  your  release . 

“Sh - shit﹐  Steven -” you  stuttered﹐  you  couldn ‘t  take  it  anymore﹐  you  clawed  at  the  skin  on  the  back  of  his  neck . 

“Cum﹐  angel .” he  huffed  as  his  body  shook  in  sync  with  yours﹐  his  release  hitting  him . Your  jaw  clenched  again﹐  both  your  legs  straightening  as  the  intense  pleasure  washed  over  you .  You  felt  him  release  inside  of  you﹐  filling  you  up  to  the  brim .  He  pulled  out﹐  slipping  the  blindfold  off . His  eyes  were  softer﹐  a  small  smile  across  his  lips . 

The  sight  was  short  lived  as  his  eyes  rolled  back﹐  his  head  turning  slightly . 

“Hey  baby .” the  American  accent  rolled  off  his  tongue  like  liquid  gold . 

“God﹐  Y/N.  Look  at  you﹐  such  a  little  mess. . .” his  words  were  filled  with  pity . Marc  got  up  from  the  bed﹐  taking  the  tie  away  from  your  head﹐  untying  the  knot .  He  grabbed  the  belt  attached  to  your  robe  and  walked  over  to  you . 

“Think  you ‘ re  up  for  another ﹖” his  eyes  shifted  to  yours﹐  making  sure  you ‘ re  alright .  You  nodded  quickly﹐  still  out  of  breath . You  watched  him  tie  the  soft  cotton  belt  around  your  other  ankle﹐  using  the  tie  to  secure  the  makeshift  restraint  to  the  bed﹐  pulling  it  tight﹐  separating  your  legs . The  excitement  only  grew  as  he  stood  at  the  foot  of  the  bed﹐  leaning  over﹐  gripping  your  hips .  He  pulled  your  ass  to  the  edge﹐  getting  on  his  knees . 

Marc  kissed  your  inner  thigh﹐  moving  closer  and  closer  to  your  heat﹐  not  quite  giving  you  what  you  want  just  yet . His  fingers  gently  toyed  with  your  nub  as  he  watched  your  body  practically  beg  for  his  touch . 

“Marc﹐  please  just  do  something .” you  croaked . Who  were  you  kidding ﹖ You  were  not  below  begging﹐  and  if  it ‘ s  what  he  wanted﹐  it ‘ s  what  you ‘ d  give  him . He  loved  it  when  you  begged﹐  he  loved  hearing  your  little  whimpers﹐  your  frustrated  moans﹐  and  especially﹐  your  screams  of  pleasure . 

Eyes  filled  with  lust﹐  Marc  simply  pushed  two  fingers  into  you﹐  taking  his  time  with  his  thrusts﹐  pulling  out  slowly﹐  only  to  spread  the  wetness  across  your  pussy . He  pushed  back  in﹐  this  time  speeding  up  his  movements . Your  back  arched  in  pleasure﹐  your  hips  bucking  in  a  fit  of  desperation  to  feel  more  of  him .  His  other  hand  moved  upwards  on  the  outside  of  your  thigh﹐  grazing  your  skin  lightly﹐  his  fingertips  leaving  goosebumps  in  their  wake . Suddenly﹐   his  hand  shifted  to  your  lower  stomach﹐  applying  pressure . You  sucked  in  a  breath  as  you  felt  his  every  movement﹐  the  way  his  fingers  curled  inside  of  you﹐  massaging  your  g - spot  in  the  most  perfect  way . 

Marc  was  a  big  softie﹐  he  always  put  your  pleasure  above  his  own﹐  making  sure  you  had  a  release﹐  especially  after  a  stressful  day  was  satisfying  enough  for  him . But  there  were  some  days  where  he  just  couldn ‘ t  resist  you . Your  perfect  body﹐  the  way  your  curves  added  shape  to  his  oversized  clothing﹐  and  most  of  all﹐  your  responsiveness  to  his  touch . Marc  knew  he  only  had  to  touch  you  in  a  certain  way﹐  or  kiss  the  sensitive  sweet  spot   behind  your  ear﹐  and  you  were  his . You ‘ d  fall  right  into  his  trap  like  a  helpless  gazelle . 

He  suddenly  removed  his  fingers  from  your  dripping  core﹐   standing  upright  in  front  of  the  bed . He  was  hard  as  a  rock . His  eyes  now  clouded  with  nothing  but  the  primal  urge  to  devour  you  right  then  and  there . Marc  positioned  himself  at  your  entrance﹐  his  hands  resting  on  your  still  pointed  knees . He  offered  you  a  small  smile  as  he  thrusted  into  you﹐  hard .  He  gave  you  little  time  too  adjust﹐  as  he  took  his  time  pulling  out  of  you﹐  thrusting  back  in  with  as  much  force  as  he  could  give . His  head  rolled  back  as  he  basked  in  the  sound  of  your  moans . Your  voice  cracking  every  time  he  thrusted . You  were  in  a  really  awkward  position﹐   you  you  didn ‘ t  care . You  felt  him﹐  every  inch  of  his  length  moving  out  and  relentlessly  fucking  right  back  into  you . 

His  grunts  only  fuelled  your  moans  and  your  intense  need  for  him  to  go  faster﹐  but  you  knew  how  he  operated . He  wouldn ‘ t  do  anything  unless  you  begged . And God﹐  he  made  you  work  for  it . His  head  moved  back  down  to  look  at  you  as  he  moved  faster . He  couldn ‘ t  believe  you  were  his ₍ even  if  he  did  share  you  with  the  other  two  ₎ in  this  moment﹐  you  were  his . 

“ Look  at  me .” he  demanded . “ Look  at  me  while  I  fuck  you﹐  Y/N .” that  was  it .  T he  way  he  said  your  name﹐  the  way  he  told  you  what  to  do . His  presence﹐  his  grip  on  your  body﹐  all  of  it  was  too  much . You  forced  your  eyes  open﹐  looking  into  his  eyes﹐   your  mouth  was  agape﹐  only  a  few  broken  moans  mixed  with  whimpers  of  profanities  making  it  past  your  lips . You  took  this  moment  to  study  him﹐  the  way  one  of  his  loose  curls  stuck  to  his  head  thanks  to  the  slight  layer  of  sweat  covering  his  body . He  was  built  like  a greek  god﹐  and  he  certainly  treated  you  like  a  goddess . 

Once  again  you  felt  the  familiar  fire  start  in  your  abdomen . Marc  knew  your  release  was  nearing  by  the  way  your  slick  walls  gripped  his  cock . He  let  out  a  grunt  as  his  pace  grew  faster﹐  his  hips  thrusting  harder . You  couldn ‘ t  help  but  shut  your  eyes  as  you  fought  off  the  urge  to  straighten  your  legs . 

He  slowed  right  down . 

“ I  said  look  at  me .” his  tone  demanded . You  mustered  up  the  strength  to  open  your  eyes﹐  feeling  him  speed  up  immediately . You  let  out  a  frustrated  scream﹐ only  resulting  in  a  smirk  from  the  mercenary . 

“ Marc ﹗” you  let  out  as  it  became  too  much  for  you  to  handle . He  nodded  quickly﹐  too  lost  in  the  feel  of  you  to  even  begin  trying  to  form  a  proper  sentence .  

Your  climax  washed  over  you  like  a  tidal  wave﹐  hitting  you  like  a  truck . The  delicious  feeling  of  bliss  taking  over  your  senses  as  you  clawed  at  his  hands﹐  your  nails  most  certainly  piercing  his  skin . Marc ‘s  thrusts  slowed  down  as  his  own  release  neared . Quickly﹐  he  pulled  out  of  you﹐  pushing  your  legs  down﹐  causing  the  restraints  to  rattle  as  he  stroked  his  cock﹐  releasing  all  over  your  stomach . With  heavy  breaths﹐  Marc  untied  both  of  your  legs﹐  using  one  of  his  t - shirts  to  clean  you  up . Still  standing  between  your  legs﹐  he  gently  took  your  hands  in  his﹐  pulling  you  upright . Your  head  rested  against  his  abs﹐  your  eyes  closed  as  his  hand  rested  on  top  of  your  hair . 

“I hope  you  don ‘ t  think  you ‘ re  finished﹐  mi  vida .” oh  shit﹐  you  were  in  for  it . 

His  accent﹐  his  voice﹐  his  presence﹐  his  movements  drew  you  in . You  were  exhausted﹐  but  you ‘ d  do  anything  for  him .  Your  head  tilted  upwards﹐  looking  him  in  the  eyes . It amazed  you  how  three  different  people  had  the  exact  same  face﹐  but  you  could  tell  them  apart  in  an  instant . A  small﹐  tired  smile  caressed  your  lips . 

“Hi. . .” you  spoke﹐  your  voice  barely  above  a  whisper . 

You  felt  his  thumb  and  forefinger  gently  clasp  your  chin﹐  tilting  your  head  back  as  he  leaned  down﹐  gently  pressing  his  lips  to  you . This  was  the  calm  before  the  storm . Jake  lifted  you  up﹐  putting  you  on  the  bed﹐  positioned  on  your  stomach  .  He  picked  the  restraint  up  from  the floor﹐  simultaneously  positioning  your  wrists  together .  He  tied  them  up  with  the  restraint﹐  pulling  the  strap  tight . You  let  out  a  small  yelp﹐  not big  enough  to  alarm  him﹐  but  just  right  to  let  him  know  you  weren ‘ t  getting  out  of  that  position . 

Jake  moved  onto  the  bed﹐  wrapping  an  arm  around  your  waist﹐  slipping  a  pillow  under  your  hips . He  planted  a  sharp﹐  hard  smack  to  your  left  ass cheek﹐  leaving  the  affected  skin  a  bright  red  colour . Your  body  jerked  at  the  impact﹐  only  gaining  a  chuckle  of  approval  from  him . 

You  could  feel  your   hands  starting  to  tingle  as  you  tugged  at  the  restraints﹐  you  looked  back  at  him﹐  trying  to  see  if  he  was  going  to  do  anything . Big  mistake . Jake  quickly  rested  his  hand  on  your  head﹐  pushing  it  down  as  he  thrusted  into  you . You  let  out  a  scream  as  your  cervix  felt  the  impact﹐  the  feeling  was  intense . 

You  were  already  sore  from  the  previous  two﹐  but  he  didn ‘ t  care . Jake  wasn ‘ t  like  Marc or Steven . He  loved  you﹐  yes﹐  but  he  couldn ‘ t  give  two  shits  about  how  sore﹐  sensitive  or  tired  you  were .  He  loved  your  body . The  way  your  back  arched  when  he ‘ d  angle  himself  into  your  g - spot﹐  the  way  your  frame  would  shake  as  his  hands  clamped  down  on your  hips . 

Jake  leaned  down﹐  resting  his  forearm  on  your  back﹐  just  under  your  neck﹐  adding  pressure  just  like  you  liked . As  rare  as  it  was  to  see  all  three  of  them  in  one  night﹐  you  weren ‘ t  going  to  complain . His  lips  were  mere  inches  away  from  your  ear﹐  the  air  filled  with  both  your  moans  and  grunts . Jake  was  also  the  most  vocal  out  of  the  three﹐  not holding  back  on  little  praises  or  loud  moans  when   you  made  him  feel  good . 

“That ‘ s  it﹐  Cariña﹐  take  it .” you  moaned  at  the  roughness  of  his  voice  as  the  words  effortlessly slipped  through  his  moans . 

“Such a  good  girl .” he  spoke  between  thrusts﹐  pounding  into  you﹐  as  if  his  goal  was  to  fuck  you  through  the  mattress . Your  mouth  hung  open  as  your  breathing  laboured﹐  your  breath  hitching  in  your  throat  as  the  satisfying  sound  of  your  skin  slapping  together  filled  your  senses . 

Jake  moaned  loudly  as  his  cock  twitched  inside  you﹐  his  release  coming  closer  and  closer . You  felt  your  orgasm  creeping  closer﹐  getting ready  to  hit  you  like  a  truck . Your  moans  grew  uneven  as  his  thrust  got harder  and  shorter . He  knew  you  were  close﹐  he  could  hear  it . 

“Come  on﹐  Hermosa﹐  you  can  do  it﹐  baby .” he  cooed  in  your  ear﹐   dragging  your  release  out  of  you . You  couldn ‘ t  take  it  anymore﹐   your  body  shook  underneath  his  grip﹐  the  pain  from  his  arm  combined  with  the  pinching  of  the  leather  strap  was  too  much  to  handle . 

“Fuck ﹗ ” you  screamed  as  you  came  all  over  again﹐   this  one  hitting  harder  than  the  previous  ones . Tears  managed  to  slip  through  your  closed  eyelids  as  the  overstimulation  sunk  in . Jake  didn ‘ t  stop﹐  he  wasn ‘ t  going  to  stop  until  he  milked  every  last  drop  out  of  you . He slammed  into  you  one  more  time  before  collapsing  on  top  of  you﹐  his  arms  immediately  reaching  to  untie  you . He  rolled  you  over﹐  your  back  touching  his  chest . 

Jake  turned  your  face  to  look  at  you﹐  his  face  immediately  dropping  as  soon  as  he  spotted  your  tears . Panic  and  fear  that  he  hurt  you  set  in . He  immediately  sat  upright﹐  pulling  you  into  his  lap﹐  your  head  on  his shoulder . 

“Mi reina. . . did  I  hurt  you -” the  concern  in  his  voice  was  evident﹐  but  new . You  never  knew  Jake  like  this . Usually﹐  he ‘ d  just  fuck  the  living  daylights  out  of  you  and  hand  you  over  to  one  of  the  others﹐  but  this  new  side  of  him  was  one  you  most  certainly  welcomed . 

“No﹐  no. . .” you  shook  your  head﹐  gently  placing  your  hand  on  his  cheek . “It  was  just  intense. . . I promise.” 

You  smiled  at  him﹐  hoping  he  would  stay  a  little  longer  before  disappearing  for  months  again . He  smiled  as  he  wrapped  his  arms  around  you  tightly﹐  kissing  your  forehead . 

“ Sleep﹐  Hermosa﹐  I ‘ m  here .”