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owliellder · 9 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: I wanna say there's some pretty descriptive talk about depression in this chapter, just as a heads up. Anyways, it's my weekend and I'm going to be absolutely zooted every single day so the next chapter will most likely be out Monday morning PST lol.

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 3: Blocking In Color

It was nearly three weeks until you saw Leon again.

You tried to call him a couple days after he'd left that day, a few more times over the following week, but to no avail. The man was unreachable.

Even though you did your best to convince yourself that you just wanted to get his painting started, "It was an important one", you knew that you were really just worried about him.

You've seen this kind of dismay with the other retired agents that've had a portrait painted in the past, but they at least recognized what they'd been through.

Leon hasn't. You could just tell.

Looking over the sketches you made of his face, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd been thinking about the last time he was here. He seemed so bothered, acting like he was hiding it so well, too.

Then again, you did drop a rather large bombshell on the guy while he was in a pretty vulnerable state, but you thought he knew what the portrait he was going to receive was suppose to mean. Again, most of the retired agents you'd seen were similar to Leon in that regard and even they at least had a basic grasp on the finality of it all. So why didn't he?

You nursed your bottom lip, still staring at the sketches laying in front of you while you sat at one of your desks in the corner. You normally don't come to your workspace unless you're actively painting, yet you'd shown up everyday in hopes Leon would randomly pop in. He seemed like the kind of guy to just kind of show up, anyways...

If you had just gotten a picture that day you've could've at least started working out the positioning for his portrait. Unfortunately, he wasn't in any position mentally to put up with anymore of your shenanigans at the time, it seemed.

You really did try your best to get ahold of Leon, eventually giving up a few days ago. You'd already emailed the President, who had been the one to personally commission you unlike with previous ex-agents, letting him know that it's going to be longer than expected. Thankfully he was understanding, knowing rather well how much the whole retirement thing was weighing on Leon.

You'll come back tomorrow and try again. Even the next day, and the day after that if you have to, and so on and so forth.

Guilty. That's all Leon felt right now.

He's been shelled up in his house since the moment he got home after leaving your building, withering away by the minute.

He hadn't showered, barely eaten, only ever really pulling himself from what little comfort his room offered to grab whatever bottle he touched first in the cabinet. Leon didn't care, just as long as it was something.

Chris had been over a couple times after he stopped responding to his messages, doing his best to get him out of the house. Claire had been over a few times more than her brother had, bringing groceries once she'd heard about the sad state Leon was keeping himself in.

It broke both their hearts, but they could only do so much for him. Leon was stubborn, head strong, he wasn't the kind to sway to many forces. He had somehow gaslit himself into thinking he was doing well. "Just peachy", even.

Clearly that wasn't the case, both Chris and Claire could see that. They'd have to be blind not to.

Having been in contact with Leon's government-assigned therapist, Chris tried to set up an at-home meeting for him one day. That turned out to be a disaster seeing as Leon was bordering on blackout drunk and could barely keep his eyes open. Not to mention the vomiting.

Claire even tried to bathe Leon. She only got far enough to wash his hair in his kitchen sink, using his vomit-covered mouth as an excuse to keep him over the sink long enough to shampoo his greasy, stringy hair.

All of it was weighing on him too much. He felt so guilty for making his friends feel like they had to babysit him, ignoring everyone's calls and messages, your calls and messages. That kind of thought process quickly spiraled into him reliving the worst days of his life, having to through suffer so many flashbacks and nightmares, not sleeping because of it. He rarely ever felt safe enough to get under the covers on his bed.

None of this is what he wanted. If it were up to him, he'd start all over; be twenty-one again, work as a cop, maybe get promoted a few times, find a girlfriend, start a family, have a normal life. Why couldn't he have that?

Staying awake night after night, Leon would stare at the ceiling in his bedroom and fantasize about the wonderful life he could've had, the happy memories he could've made. It would make him weep, longing for something that never could've been.

Instead, Leon was stuck with endless images of horror, death, and gore every time he blinked, and oh was he bitter about it all. So bitter, so angry, so...

Feeling sorry for himself was all he could do now. Sure, he killed all those monsters and zombies, saved all those people, not once did he think about himself through the years. Now he had all the time in the world to question and wonder, and having to think about himself and what he wanted most made him feel like a needy, greedy bastard.

But wasn't he allowed to be greedy, if only just a little? He had wants, needs, and though he wanted so desperately to change his past, he knew he couldn't. So, what did he want now? That, he didn't know.

Guilty for feeling this way, guilty for wanting different, guilty for wanting anything good for himself.

It took the better part of those two weeks for Leon to finally muster up some form of energy to stumble into his bathroom and shower one afternoon, dizzy and nauseous. The light emanating from the rest of his house was blinding, not having even bothered to close the shades he had on any of his windows. His room was kept a cave and that's where he stayed.

Leon now found himself sitting down in the shower just like before he'd decided to retire, only this time it was mostly to keep from slipping and dying. The last thing he needed anyone to see was him naked and dead in the shower. Embarrassing.

His thoughts at the moment were shallow, still pretty drunk from his bender, head lulling back and forth a bit as his vision spun. He was finally hungry again, the heat from the shower making that all the more obvious as he grew lightheaded, but he didn't know what he wanted.

After managing to actually crawl his way out of the shower, he dug through the pile of dirty laundry at the end of his bed, finding a pair of boxers that didn't smell too terrible to put on.

Leon used the wall heavily for support to walk out into his kitchen, muttering curses under his breath at just how bright it was. Opening his freezer, he stared at the meal prep containers left by Claire, grabbing one to attempt and read what she'd wrote on the sticky note attached to the lid.

That's right... She made him little meals, even putting them in the freezer so they didn't go bad as fast. All he had to do was put it in the microwave.

Simple enough, he could do that.

The one he chose was meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Just the sound of it had his stomach rumbling and his mind craving the comforting taste of a home cooked meal.

The first few bites in made Leon feel nauseous again, but once those bites hit his stomach the feeling immediately gave way to just how hungry he actually was.

He tried to pace himself, he really did try, yet he managed to devour the food in front of him in a matter of minutes, only pausing every few seconds to breathe. It felt so good, something warm in his stomach. Filling in all the right ways. Once he finished, he pushed the empty container away and just laid his head down sideways on the cool countertop, closing his eyes as he let the food settle.

As much as he wanted to degrade himself for acting this way, reducing himself to such a weird and pathetic state, Leon didn't have the mind to. All he knew right now was that the warmth that the meal Claire made him. Not to sound cliche, but he genuinely believed he could taste the love cooked into it.

For the first time in what was now two and a half weeks, Leon was awake and alert when Chris and Claire came over again. He'd eaten everything Claire made, holding all the now cleaned containers out to her. It was a silent plea for more, and lucky for Leon, she had just made another grocery trip for him.

Unbeknownst to him, Claire had been cooking here at his house. This entire time he thought she'd been bringing the meals over, assumed to be leftovers from cooking for her family. She did confess to hoping the smell of the food cooking would pull him from his room. It didn't, much to her dismay, but now she was just glad he was up and eating again.

As soon as Leon tried to apologize for dragging her away from her family, she was quick to shut him down with that mom stare she'd developed after having her kids. It worked, especially on him.

Chris was busy chatting up Leon while Claire cooked him another set of meals for the next week. It was hard to converse, but Leon did manage to nod and him as the other man talked about some random encounter he had the other day while out driving.

It was strange to feel so lively again. Those thoughts still clung to the back of his mind, though all he could focus on were his friends taking care of him like one of their own. Leon feels like he's been a terrible friend lately, seems as though the siblings standing in his kitchen didn't feel the same. He wasn't showing it, but Leon was definitely holding back a smile.

A couple hours had past, Chris opting to stay with Leon and eat lunch since Claire had to head back and help her husband with something.

The hug Claire gave Leon was phenomenal. After the hug he shared with you he's been craving that physical contact more than ever, so finally getting another good squeeze from a friend was boosting his mood.

Chris and him sat, ate, and talked about whatever came to mind, eventually asking about you.

"How's the painting coming along? Do you like the painter?" He smiled, looking at Leon with wide, curious eyes. That man always had a smile gracing his features.

Leon shrugged, taking a sip from the water he poured himself not too long ago. He was pretty dehydrated after solely drinking alcohol for the past couple weeks. "She's alright. Haven't started the painting yet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, placing his arms on the counter and crossed them as he leaned forward slightly. "Just 'alright'?" he emphasized the word "alright" with air quotes, which caused Leon to scoff.

"What else do you want me to say? I've seen her twice so far and its been fine." Leon lifted his hands up in confusion, palms facing the ceiling as he watched the man sitting next to him rolled his eyes dramatically. "C'mon, she was amazing for Claire and I- Okay, how about this..."

Chris repositioned himself so his entire upper body was facing him now, leaning in a little closer to ask another question. "Do you like the room she works in? Cause I thought it was pretty comfy. When she was focusing on Claire's part of the portrait, I took a nap over on that rug she had. All those pillows mixed with the classical music knocked me the fuck out."

He laughed, shaking his head at memory before looking over at Leon again. "So...? And don't lie to me, I saw that pillow on your couch."

Leon sucked on his teeth and hummed, glancing over his shoulder at his couch. "It's cozy, yeah." He brought his head back forward, patting his hands gently against the counter.

The two chatted for awhile longer before Chris eventually had to leave, giving Leon a firm pat on the shoulder while shaking him a bit. After he left, Leon was left to sit alone and think again, only difference now is he felt better. He was crazy tired, his social battery quickly drained from having his friends around, but he felt good nonetheless.

He wasn't ready at the time, yet after a sober night with solid sleep, Leon woke up the next morning and decided to just text you, hoping you weren't mad at him. Calling would've been too much at that moment, not even have listened to the voicemails you left, or anyone's, for that matter.

His chest felt tight after sending the text, but it was quickly eased about ten minutes later when you responded with nothing but enthusiasm. The smiley face you added at the end of your message made him smile, quickly wiping it away with his hand.

Your next session was arranged two days ahead of time in the late afternoon. Leon wanted to give himself enough time to recollect since he needed to look his best the following weeks. You told him it was time to start with the main painting, which you still needed a picture for.

During that time he finally shaved his stubble, went out and got his hair trimmed, tackled all the laundry he'd neglected, and got his best suit dry cleaned. All thoughts aside, he felt good and wanted to stay this way.

Needless to say, Leon was jittery when he pulled up to your workplace again. He was finally letting himself feel excited again about this painting. If it's anything close to what Chris and Claire's portrait is, then that excitement will only continue to grow the further along you get.

You were already there waiting for him at the door, a gentle smile on your face. That wonderful soft perfume that he missed reaching his nose once more as you lead him up the stairs and through the other door. Chris was right, if he had the opportunity, he'd take a nap on your rug. It looked mighty comfy.

Leon was thankful you didn't ask any questions on his whereabouts, he wasn't ready to talk. You were just as excited as he was about getting the painting started, if not more. Watching you eagerly move back and forth between the larger easel and your desks was a refreshing sight to the man.

You stood at your easel for a couple minutes, just silently looking from the blank canvas to where he was sat. You told him to get into a comfortable position, prompting him rest his right leg on his left knee, leaning back and to the side so he was sitting at a slight angle, arms resting on the chair's armrests.

You stared at him for a few seconds, tilting your head side to side with your eyes squinted. "Let me just-" you spoke in a hushed voice, walking over to Leon before cautiously reaching out to rest one hand on the underside on his chin while the other hovered over the side of his face.

You weren't an idiot, you knew what his absence was from. So you made sure to be careful with him, knowing he was probably still pretty fragile. Only gentle and cautious touches for Mr. Kennedy.

So close yet so far. His skin tingled in your hands wake, and god he hoped you couldn't notice his blush.

You could, but you wouldn't say anything. Besides, you weren't faring well yourself, hands a little shaky as you touched his face.

Leon just let you move his head to whatever position you wanted, his eyes now half-lidded as you had walked back a couple times to get just the right angle. You pulled away for a final time with a small "aha!" and he wished you would hold his head for just a little longer.

The floor where your easel sat was marked with an 'X' made with painter's tape, making it easy for you to stay in the right spot for the photo once you pushed the easel out of the way.

"Don't move." You held your hands up after analyzing his position, quickly hurrying over the corner opposite of your desks to grab a bulky camera that sat atop a tall tripod. You worked as fast as you could, knowing as long as you had a picture with him in this position then this whole process would go so much smoother.

You didn't even have to ask Leon to smile or look up at the camera since he was sitting there with a rather dopey smile, his eyes remaining trained right on yours. Nice and natural. He looked relaxed which is exactly what you wanted.

Just as a precaution, you took multiple pictures, giving him a thumbs up once you figured you'd gotten enough. His head back to rest on the chair at the okay, listening to the sound of you walk over to your laptop after untwisting the camera from the tripod. You printed out 3 copies of the photograph and taped one to a stand you had brought over to sit next to the easel, making sure it sat eye level to you.

The ball was finally rolling, now having what you needed to start with the main sketch. When Leon lifted his head up, he noticed that you were ready, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose while he shifted a little to get back in just the right position.

You twirled your pencil between your fingers before beginning to roughly sketch out the chair, eyebrows furrowing as you focused. Leon could see your expression, how intensely you zoned into your work. It was incredibly admirable and he found himself fully content in just watching you do your thing.

It didn't take long before you had sketched out his general shapes, now walking over to take the sketches you made of his face out of your sketchbook to clip up right next to the reference photo. The more finer details would be added later, but you wanted to get just the basic shapes of his face.

That didn't take long either, because before Leon knew it, you were telling him it was okay to talk. He was pretty animated with his hands when he talked, so you kept him quiet until now.

"Am I easy to draw?" Leon spoke with an almost sultry tone after a few seconds of you telling him he could speak. It threw you off only a bit, carding your fingers through your hair as you took one step back to look at what you had so far.

"I wanna say yes and no." You responded, catching his questioning look from the corner of your eye. "You're easy to sketch out, yes, but your hair is giving me trouble." You could hear a low chuckle rumble from his chest as you stepped back forward. "Hey, you asked." You laughed back.

"I know, I know." He shook his head with a poorly hidden grin, tilting his head down to try and hide it a little better. You immediately pointed your pencil at him, not taking your eyes off the canvas. "I said you could talk, not move." Your sarcastic tone made him chuckle again, slowly lifting his head back up with a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am." You could just hear the smirk in his words, causing you to let out a sigh of your own.

By the time the sun had started to set, you had blocked out all the simple colors for the painting. Right now, it just looked like a very bland and abstract painting. It'll come together, slowly but surely. Trust the process, as people say.

Leon was in awe already, having stood up to look at your progress as you washed your hands over in the small bathroom. Oil paints smeared something fierce and as much as you loved your job, you did not want feel oily at home.

"It already looks stunning." You heard the man say from where he stood in front of the easel. It wasn't quite registering in his brain that it was him on that canvas just yet, but hopefully soon it would.

He wanted to recognize himself in something as wonderful as your art.

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potentialguybodyswaps · 8 months

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Brother body part swap part 1:

My teen brother after finishing high school and going to the same college as me as a freshman, went though a major transformation inbetween summer break and starting college

In high school he had a lot of friends, more than I do now as a senior, and I never really herd him talk about sex or getting with anyone when he was in high school.

But whenever we’d go home after school and he’d have his friends over, they would always talk about how and who they were banging that week, my brother always had the most outlandish stories, talking about how how he’d use his big dick to fuck whatever brode it was in his story, all the moaning, and getting his face shoved into her boobs

I was kinda proud of him, I’ve only been with 3 girls myself, but what I was even more proud about was hearing how he had a big dick, I’ve seen my father’s one time on accident when I was a kid and was afraid that’s what I would peak at. luckily I’m probs 3 or 4 inches bigger than my old man. I was worried my brother didn’t get laid any in school cause he had my fathers dick size, but I guess I was wrong

I envied my brother benji , i always thought he was better looking than me, and I don’t know how he went from the popular class clown to one of the supposed fuck boi’s on campus in such a short time

His friends always thought it was a bit weird that benji would invite me to their smoke sesh and get High while they told their latest stories and I never seemed to have any

I typically would just zone out and watch the tv, as their stories would just become white noise to me while getting high

One day after his friends left, benji shortly came back and sat down next to me while I was zooted watching Rick and Morty, he was always better functioning while high, probs from smoking in high school too, so he had a couple years of experience, I only started smoking with him cause I was curious and didn’t have a connect myself…

Benji started talkin to me, and started asking some weird questions, but I tried not to pay any attention to them since I was so into my show

“Hey Christian, I have a question for you” he said trying not to seem needy for a answer

“Yuh” I said still staring at the tv

“Um how old were you when you first got laid” he said putting his hands together and leaning forward focusing on the tv with me

“17” I said

“And ummm… how big is your dick”

“Uh like 9 inches…. Um…. You?” I said Tilting my head a bit to look at him

“Um… 7, myself, why do you ask” he said seeming uneasy

“Bruh, chill, I don’t care, you asked first after all, what’s the problem bro, something wrong?” I said, turning back to the tv

“Um, I mean I guess, some girls I’ve been with kinda think I’m small” it was as if I could feel him sink into the couch after he said that

“Nah bro, your good, I mean your pretty good looking, no homo. And 7 inches isn’t small, bigger than average, she’s probs just a college slut, there’s always someone bigger. Now let’s just watch the rest of this, and finish the season haha” i said laughing and reaching over to give him a brotherly tapping on his chest

“You think I’m good looking? haha thanks bro. just one more question, what’s your body count, or like how often do you get laid” he said laughing seeming to return to his happy self

“Um like 2 or 3” I said

“2 or 3 girls or times” he said looking directly at me shocked

“Times bro, now shut up, we can talk about this later” i said annoyed now

Thankfully benji decided to shut up for while… but I did decide to knock on his door before we both went to bed, so we can get up early and drive to campus…

***knock knock knock***

“hey bro, you good?” I said looking at him sitting down on his bed biting his lip, hair dangling down looking at his phone.

“Ya Chris, I’m good…” benji said not really seeming like he was in a good place

“Aye you sure ben? You know I’m here for you right? You’re my favorite little brother you know?” I said smirking

“I’m your only little brother” he said seeming to cheer up a bit”

“Ya I know” I said still standing at his door frame

“May I come in?”

“Ya”

I stepped into his room, which was kinda a mess but I don’t really blame him, my room was kinda the same when I was his age

“So um about some of the things you were talking to me about earlier, what was that about?” I said taking a seat in one of Beni’s gaming chairs, swinging it around so I can look at him

“Um it was nothing… just, some girl problems…. You know what I mean?” He said looking kinda sad at me

“I mean ya, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my heart broken before but I’m not like you Brosif, it almost seems like you and your buddies have a game going on to see who can fuck the most girls or something haha.” I said trying to relate to him

“That’s the problem bro” he said tossing himself on his bed but still facing his head towards me so I can here him talk

“I can get with chicks no problem, but none of them seem to wanna date me for some reason, and the few I have dated, cheated on me with guys they said had bigger dicks, said I wasn’t enough for them” he said looking very distraught now clinching a pillow to his chest

I felt bad for my bro, it seems he’s really trying, but just can’t find the right girl, I know how it feels to hurt like that.

“Man, like I said earlier, they must just be sluts if that’s all they care about bro, don’t stress about it bro, I’m sure in a couple years you won’t think about any of them again” i said walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder

“ but I don’t wanna wait years, I wanna form a connection with someone that cares for me bro, it fucking sucks” benji said as I saw a tear slip out his closed eyes

“I’m sorry man, maybe I can try to hook you up with one of my exes bro, some of them have told me they thought you were the cute brother anyways haha, they might be interested, you always liked hanging out with me and my girlfriends right?”

“Ya” he said voice trying not to break

“Ok then, I’ll start work on it tomorrow, get a good night sleep bro” I said heading to the door”

“And um, benji, just know, your never lonely as long as you have family, your a good person, good night, love you bro” i said closing the door heading back to my room

Once back in my room I hopped on my instagram, and was scrolling though posts when I saw a post from benji’s fanstagram (fake instagram account) where he shared a link about some necklace that looked kinda cool but clearly wasn’t real (the material I mean, definitely didn’t look like real silver). I checked the comments and I guess it was suppose to be some magic prop from a show or something, came with warning labels and all, but what does a necklace need a warning label for? Ya know what I mean haha?

Anyways the necklace was SUPPOSEDLY enchanted by a witch, and the wearer could swap bodies parts with other people when he wore the necklace and put on the clothes of the person he wanted to swap with.

I thought it was weird but decided to go ahead and purchase it anyways for him, sometimes ya just need to get a gift for one of your family members, plus I mean his birthday was in a few days anyways, luckily the deliver date was a day before his birthday, talk about coming in clutch haha.

The next day came by and was kinda uneventful, for some reason I was just really excited to see benji’s face when I give him his gift

I did however was able to get one of my ex’s “Beth” to agree to go on a date with him, even better was it was gonna be on his birthday too, guess I got him 2 gifts haha, when I told him he seemed really excited telling me I’m the best brother anyone could ask for

Another day gos by uneventful, benji telling me about all the idea’s he has for his date, asking me questions like what I think she’d like… I told him, “just be you, maybe hang out for a bit, dinner if she gets hungry, perhaps take her to the lake and go for a swim” I said winking at him

“How am I gonna get there? It’s be kinda weird if you drove us, also kinda pathetic if she has to drive us” he said seeming like he was trying to hint at something

I rolled my eyes and tossed my keys at him “duh bro, you can borrow my car I guess while you go on your date, don’t fucking scratch it tho, you know mustangs aren’t cheap”

“Seriously bro? Your gonna let me drive the stang? What’s the catch, why are you being so nice all of a sudden” he said squinting his eyes at me

“No reason bro, it’s your birthday, that’s like 1 of the 2 days a year I legally have to be nice to you, what you don’t wanna drive it?” I said raising an eye at his question

“No!, No!, I do! It was just a question that’s all” he said back peddling

The rest of the night went as usual, play’ed some games, did homework, kept checking the mail all the way till 9 pm waiting for benji’s gift to come, it’d be ashame for it to arrive after his birthday, not really a birthday gift then is it?

The next morning I got dressed and ready to go to campus, benji was the first one out as usual and just waited in the car, but he did yell out the door that I had a package on the step

“This is it” I thought to myself “it arrived, good thing too, I’ll give it to him after school” my internal monologue continued as I ran down the stairs to grab it and ran back up to my room

I opened it up and saw the necklace in a plastic baggy, aslong with instructions…. “Who needs instructions for a necklace like seriously? How hard is it to put a necklace on haha”

It did look pretty cool, I decided to open it and try it on, my head was too big to just slide it over my head, so I had to unclasp it and clasp it again around my neck

Looking in the mirror on my dresser I decided it really did look good, and I should have gotten myself one too, that way we could match, but too late now I guess, could always check and see if they still have any later I suppose

For some strange reason I thought back to what the description said of the necklace, about how it could supposedly swap body parts by wearing other people’s cloths, and I know it’s dumb, but you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.

I didn’t have any of benji’s spare clothes in my room, but he did leave a pair of his shoes in my room from hanging out with me a lot

I took mine off including socks since if there’s a chance this would work, socks would probs mess with it, cause you know, socks are actually touching you, shoes just touch your socks

I managed to fit my feet in benji’s smaller shoes, they weren’t that much smaller than mine, but with me wearing size 12’s and him wearing 10.5’s they were small enough that I had to curl my toes to fit in them

I stood up with disappointment as I took a few steps and still felt my feet curled up…. I decided to sit back down and take them off. But when I did I was met with toenails that looked like they haven’t been clipped in over a month, strange since I just clipped mine last week…

A spark of hope was reignited as I noticed they seemed a bit smaller too

I stuck my foot back into benji’s vans and was shocked that I didn’t have to curl them to fit now… maybe I just had them so tense the first time I couldn’t feel that I didn’t need to curl them anymore…

I decided maybe this could be another gift for benji? Maybe let him live as the older brother for a week or something? If that’s what he wants of course…

I knew we were gonna be late to class if I spent too much time fucking off, so I decided to rush to benji’s room kicking his shoes off and striping. I opened his closet and grabbed a shirt and pair of pants and threw them on. I saw a pair of dirty underwear on the ground but decided against it, I feel like that would be too weird having my brothers junk

After waiting with my eyes closed for half a minute I opened them and saw that I looked a bit shorter, I mean after all benji was 5’10 compared to my 6’ so not to much of a difference. I decided to take my shirt off just to make sure I’m not crazy and saw my new chest and immediately knew it worked, I use to have a treasure tail on my stomach but not anymore sense benji could never grow one, plus my arms looked a bit thicker, not fat or anything, benji was far from that, but more like it looked like he went to the gym… once a week haha… not to mention benji weighed maybe 5 or 10 pounds more than me dispute being a couple inches shorter, I could see he, er I guess, I now had the beginnings of a faint 4 pack, I mean I had abs myself but they were from how skinny I use to be.

Now the Only issue, is I still had my old face, and I know benji didn’t wear any hats so that was an issue

Truthfully I wasn’t sure this would even work, not because I don’t believe in magic, I mean the shoe part proved me wrong, but because a lot of his clothes are hand me downs from me, but I guess aslong as he’s worn them it works?

I went back though his closet and found a hoodie that I’ve seen him wear before, I decided to put it on and zip it up, I put the hood over my head and pulled the strings so it covered as much of my face as possible and waited

“Please work, please let this count as a head article” i said outloud waiting

Wasn’t that long till I felt something touching my eyes

I let go of the strings and pulled back the hood still facing the mirror

“Yes! It worked” I said seeing benji’s face and much longer hair than mine

I was shocked to hear his voice, it definitely wasn’t mine but didn’t sound exactly like benji ether,

“is this how benji sounds to himself” i said aloud making faces in the mirror trying to get use to this

“Well I guess they do say due to vibrations in the skull, people think their voice is actually deeper than it actually is” I thought to myself as I tied benji’s shoes on and ran back to my old room and grabbing my old pair of shoes

Even tho this is crazy, I’m still thoughtful and knew benji must be feeling the shoe swap, if he hasn’t already noticed the rest of the swap

I ran down stairs and passed my mum on the way out “benji, I thought you all left already” she said not even bothering to stop preparing breakfast for when dad wakes up

“Ya I just had to grab something real quick, bye love you mom” I said continuing my way out the door

I got outside and continued running to the drive way, I got close enough and could see myself passed out in the passenger seat. I got closer and opened the passenger side door, seeing benji simply took his shoes off and relaxed instead of questioning what was happening

I tossed my old shoes at him and tossed my pair of keys on the lap waking him up

“Your driving Christian” i said winking at him

“Bro, what the fuck, why am I looking at myself” benji said pulling down the sun visor to check the mirror

“Holy shit, I’m you Christian! How is this possible” he said feeling his face

I pulled the necklace out from being tuck under the hoodie and shook it

“Remember this necklace you wanted?” I said still dangling the necklace

“You got it? And it actually works? Holy shit bro, this is crazy” benji said reaching into his pants feeling around

“Aye bro I think you forgot underwear” he said looking up at me

“Nah, I just felt like it’d be too weird to swap that, now any ways get up, your driving.” I said trying to get into the passenger side

Benji got in the driver seat and started it up, waiting 30 seconds for the engine to warm up before sticking it into drive

“So um, how long does this last? Or how long are we gonna stay swapped” benji said keeping his eyes on the road

“Oh I don’t know, there was a instructions manual but I didn’t think we’d need that, so As long as you want bro, aslong as it’s within reason, so could be for a day, could be for a week or 2, but I’m definitely not doing a whole month haha… you can consider this a 3rd birthday gift I guess”

“Jeez thanks bro, but um, you do remember I have a date tonight right?” He said a bit annoyed at the timing of the swap

“Well, I mean we can always swap back after class. Or…. We could stay like this and I could go on your date for you maybe? That way I can do everything possible to make sure she wants a 2nd date and continue seeing you, ya know since you always seem to fuck shit up haha” i said laughing

“Not funny dude, but ya I guess maybe it would be a good idea for you to go as me, you’d know what she would like, and could probs seal the deal with getting her to date me” benji said pulling off the road into campus to park

“Sounds like a deal then” I said reaching over to shake his hand

“Deal” he said

After benji turned the car off and we got out I decided to make a joke about the situation before I headed to his class’s

“Have a good day Christian” i said putting emphasis on the name

“You too benji” he said doing the same

I went to benji’s classes and tried doing my best impression of him, especially sense one of benji’s friends that we typically smoke with decided to come sit by me

I decided to talk with him and boast about how I got a hot date with Christian’s ex “Beth” to which benji’s friend just absolutely lost it

“You got a date with Beth? Dude that’s insane, I always thought she was your brothers hottest ex, you tots gotta get pics and share them with me bro” he said dabbing me up

“I don’t know bro, I might just keep them all for myself dude haha” I told him smirking

The rest of the day went as usual, or as usual as I can imagine for a day as benji. My date with Beth wasn’t for another 2 hours but I was still gonna prepare and go though my brothers closet to find the right outfit for this.

The time came and I went to grab my keys from benji, since he still had them on him personally.

I did everything I thought Beth would like, and it worked, took her for a early dinner, then a movie, and after wards she still wanted to hang out. I proposed going for a swim down by the lake which she seemed down for. We drove back to her house first since it was closer and she needed to pick up one of her bikinis and then headed back to my place since I would also need to get a pair of swimming trunks or shorts to swim in.

I went up to my room and saw benji sitting there playing one of my games, he paused it when he herd me come in

“How’d he go, does she still wanna go out” he said turning around seeming nervous

“Oh ya bro, it’s still not over, I’m just here to grab some shorts cause she wants to go down to the lake and go for a swim before it gets real dark… do you think it’d be wrong of me if I tried to fuck her on the first date? ” i said grabbing a bag and putting a pair of my black shorts in there and some towels

“Nah bro, I mean it does sound like something I’d do, so she might be expecting it” benji said smiling at me

Before heading out I left my bag next to benji as I went to take a piss, I could hear him leave the room and come back in a short amount of time. I came out the bathroom and saw him stuffing something into the bag

“What’s that” I said walking closer to grab my bag”

“Uh just some condoms, can’t be too safe right bro” he said stepping back seeming a bit weird, like I caught him doing something he shouldn’t

“Uh ya thanks bro, stopping at a store to buy some might have been weird if she knew I was planning to do this haha” i said laughing grabbing the bag and heading out

It was only a short drive to the lake, I parked and we got out together but decided to separate for a bit to change out of our clothes.

I got behind a tree and opened my bag, I couldn’t seem to find my shorts, I pulled out my phone and turned the flashlight on, pulling the towels out and found something I wasn’t expecting, my shorts weren’t in there but a pair of of benji’s orange, white and black striped swimming trunks.

“God damit benji, I told you I didn’t wanna swap dicks, that’s fucking weird, but I guess I have no choice now” I thought to myself as I kicked my jeans off and slide his swimming shorts on

I started headed to the lake but realized something felt off, my dick didn’t want to sit as usual, which I guess is understandable sense I’m not use to having my brothers dick. I decided to check the damage out and pulled my shorts down a bit grabbing my smaller soft cock

“Fuck bro I’m like 5 inches soft, but benji is like 3.5 soft, at best, I kinda wanna say closer to 3… he just must be a grower” I thought to myself as I herd Beth yell “hurry up benji, I’m waiting for you”

I could see Beth in the water, I got in to get closer to her but once I was waist high in, I saw she just undone the top half of her bra letting it float towards me “ops” she said giggling covering her mouth

After seeing that I hurried up and proceeded to go deeper into the water till I reached her. “Oh my god, your so gorgeous in this light” i said as I went in for a kiss

Beth allowed it and got close enough to wrap her arms around me and kiss me back “funny, your brother once used the same line on me, but to be honest, I always thought you were the cuter one” she said inbetween making out with

“Haha, thanks I get that a lot” I said feeling my dick starting to grow. It must have touched her legs as we were kicking to stay afloat cause she knew where I wanted to go next “should we take this to the shore” she said guiding me to it anyways

“You know what you’re doing?” She said sliding the bottom half of her bikini down exposing herself to me

“Ya, I just hope your ready for this, I’m almost as big as Christian haha” i said pulling my pants down just to have to bite my pride with shock mixed in

Benji had lied to me about his size, he wasn’t 7 inches, no where near, I looked down was greated by my new 5 inches of glory

I could see Beth’s facial expression change a bit as she covered her mouth

Before she could laugh or say anything I decided to just stick it in

Truthfully I could see why a lot of girls passed on benji, I bet over half the campus is bigger than Ben, not to mention it was mere minutes and I was ready to blow

This is kinda embarrassing as fuck, I don’t want benji to remember me as the one that fucked up his date and chance of a long term relationship cause I couldn’t hold it on

I tried my best to remember where her g-spot was and eventually I found it, but I just couldn’t seem to hit it all the way, I simply didn’t have the length anymore, I was able to get quite a few moans out of her when I would get far enough in to graze her spot, but I’m not quite sure if it was because I was reaching it, or if they were moans out of sympathy trying to keep my ego in check

Another couple minutes go by and she starts pulling my body closer trying to get me as close and as far as she could get me inside of her, she was moaning telling me not to stop, and I tried not, if I could have lasted another 15 seconds, I might have gotten her to cum first or as the same time as me, but I couldn’t, I herd a metallic click from around my neck just as I started to cum and lose my rhythm right before I got her to finish.

“Fuck I said” panting pulling out and laying next to her “ I know I almost had you finish, I just barely beat you to the punch, I’m so sorry, not very gentleman like of me to not let you cum first haha” I said laughing trying to defuse the situation

“Well, you certainly don’t last as long as your brother, nor are you anywhere near as big, but I guess you did the best with what you had to work with, your lucky your cute you know, or else I might consider this a one night stand” she said laying there with her eyes closed for a few moments

“Ok, well, let’s get you home I suppose” i said getting up and offering her a hand up

I dropped her off walking her to her door, able to steal a good night kiss before separating for the night

I drove back home in a fury, benji almost fucked this up and he wasn’t even the one on the date!

I rushed up the stairs once I got home and went straight to my room, I opened the door ready to yell at benji but was left silent after being caught off guard. When I opened the door, I saw benji in my body, panting looking down at himself, no pants on, underwear halfway pulled down and cum falling off my big dick

“You didn’t!” I said loudly surprising him

“Uh uh uh, Christian, this isn’t what it looks like” he said panicking

“Really? Cause it looks like you swapped my shorts out for yours, I come back after my date almost exploding when I told her I’m almost as big as my brother, which was a let down for her when she saw that I’m only 5 inches hard! And walked in right as you finished jerking off in my body!” I said angrily

“Uh uh, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself, I noticed my dick didn’t feel right, so I checked it out, and then I got hard from looking at it, and I just couldn’t help myself” benji said back tracking

“What ever dude, your lucky Beth still wants to go out with you, we’re fucking done with this swap, get out” i said grabbing some of my clothes and a spare beanie off the ground

“I thought you said we could stay swapped for atleast a week!?” Benji said defensively moving to the door

“Ya well you forfeited that when you took my shorts and swapped them with your own, I told you I didn’t want to swap junks with you, who wants a smaller dick? Not to mention balls. I didn’t wanna lose 2 inches and instead you forced me to lose 4. Now get out!” I said slamming the door on him

I kicked my shoes off stripped naked putting on all my old clothes, and layed on my bed waiting a couple minutes to swap back before I got up

I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror positioned so that I can see myself on my bed. I was surprised to still be greated by benji’s shit eating face

“What the fuck” I said outloud heading to benji’s room to get him to put the necklace on and swap us back

I walked in and he acted shocked to still see me as him

“Did you change your mind” he said smirking

“No as you can see I’m wearing my old clothes but nothing happened” i said trying to unclasp the necklace to give it to him but failing. “Now help me get this necklace off”

Benji came over and tried unclasping to no prevail.

Benji laughed and said “hold on” as he yanked the necklace making the clasp break so the necklace would come undone

Benji made a big ole show about picking up some of his clothes and putting them on before loosely tangling the necklace so it was kinda tied around his neck “did you ever read the instructions” he said trying not to smile but failing

“No, what could be so important about stupid instructions for a necklace” i said

“A magic necklace, and well, in the instructions it says that part of the magic is if you desire to keep the parts you have, all you have to do is cum, ether jerk off, sex, whatever gets you to blow” he said looking at me with a full blown shit eating grin

“And well, you already had sex with Beth in my body right?”

“Ya” I said slowly realizing what this ment

“And I already jerked off right before you got back. Which means nothing is probably gonna happen” he said

We waited there for a solid two minutes before I finally broke

“So you knew if you jerked off we wouldn’t be able to swap back? What the fuck is wrong with you dude, now we’re stuck like this! We gotta find a way to swap back, I don’t wanna be known as the small dick little brother” I said tears starting to form in my eyes

“Let me reiterate something you said to me not to long ago, “”who wants a smaller dick”” well not me, when I saw you weren’t actually bullshitting about having a 9inch dick, I decided I don’t actually mind having your body, knowing you’d probably try and bang your ex in my body, I decided to seize the opportunity and jerk off in yours so I can keep this” benji said putting his hand in his pants

“So if I was you, id get use to being the little brother in more than 1 way benji, cause luckily for me, this is permanent now haha” my brother said laughing to me, putting emphasis on his name.

#body swap #bodyswap #male body swap #mtm #permanent #male bodyswap #permament bodyswap

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 9 months

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hey, I'm a new reader and I love that you write dark stuff! you asked for unhinged requests.. i hope it's not too unhinged <3 a chillout evening with euronymous hearing music and smoking pot at reader's flat. the house party slowly comes to an end and he's the only guest left. He talks about hating posers and that he admires pelle for cutting himself on stage. he wants to try it too - now. both are super drunk and stoned, he gives reader the knife. after a bit hesitation he gets what he wants and it really turns him on. It leads to nasty sloppy bloody sex with a very submissive and masochistic Euro. Could also fit to Kappa!

My dearest nonnie, thank you for this request! 🫶🏻

Creep

Summary: After a night of party and unprompted celebration, some matters with your boyfriend take a drastic turn in a very different direction…

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Unprotected P In V, Implied Substance Use (Pot And Alcohol), Kink Acceptance, Consensual Cutting, Blood Kink, Submissive!Euro, Dom!Reader, Reader and Øystein Are Painfully Lost For A Hot Minute, Pet Names/Honorifics, Implied Aftercare, Varg Vikernes Slander 💅🏻

A/N: I believe that by now we all know that I'm writing about Rory portraying Euronymous and not the edgelord with a patchy mustache 💀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

- Creep By Radiohead

Accompanied by a long, dragged out yawn, you let your back fall against the cozy mattress of your messy bed. You stretched your tired body and felt like sinking into the fabric of your soft duvet, uncounted amounts of Tequila shots and a bloodstream saturated with THC doubled down on you after hosting a rather impromptu party with Euronymous and his friends from the Black Circle at your place.

"Øystein!", You called out to your boyfriend who waddled towards the bed while simultaneously stripping out of his clothes up to his shorts, "C'm here…I wanna cuddle you!"

Your voice slurred a bit but you didn't care. As long as your head wouldn't start spinning just now, you'd manage.

"On my way!" Euronymous stated, stumbling towards the bed and flopping himself right next to you face first before he turned on his back with an exhausted groan.

"Next time you better warn me before you just bring your greasy boy horde here, Øystein!" You teased whilst closely snuggling up to him, cradling his lean statue in your arms.

"I did!", He mumbled with a wide, zooted-out grin on his face, "I texted you 20 minutes before!"

"You know what I mean." Your elbow playfully nudged his side before he scooted closer into your embrace, sighing contentedly.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry, won't happen again. But it was nice, no?" His temple leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt his warm breath, heavy with hints of weed and alcohol on your collarbone.

"Yeah, unexpectedly nice but I've been wondering why Varg's never around to party." Your furrowed your brows just a little at the thought.

"You mean Christian?", Øystein snarled in an unmistakably derogatory tone, "Fucking poser if you ask me. He's too busy being a boring prick with his no alcohol, no party and no meat policy."

"Kinda no pussy policy, too, huh?" With your comment you elicited a loud and hearty laugh from your boyfriend's mouth.

"Oh, absolutely! Dude ripped off his cringe Scorpions patch and thinks he's the big deal now…stupid poser…" Euronymous mumbled into the skin of your neck before he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes searching yours.

"Mmm…babe? Can I ask you something?" His lips pursed a little, sparking your curiosity.

"Sure, what's up?" You met his drowsy gaze with a warm smile.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound like a complete nut job, but..", He huffed reluctantly, biting down on the insides of his cheek, "But I think it's pretty cool what Pelle did at our last gig, you know, the…well, y'know?"

"The….cutting? You mean that?" Your brows arched a bit further in a low wave of concern.

Of course you've supported your boyfriend at their last gig, just like every gig before that but what happened on stage that time had been something a little very outlandish, even to you.

"Yeah, uhm…", Øystein stuttered somewhat insecure, nearly tripping over his own words, "I…okay, so…I think that was really…like really damn true."

"Okay…" You reciprocated slowly, the creeping feeling that this was not being all to it dawning on you, "....and?"

"And…ugh…" Euronymous shimmied himself out of your hug a little to properly look at you, "Hear me out, okay? I-...I know it sounds fucking deranged but…maybe…I'd like to know how that feels?"

His voice rendered lower with every word until the last bit of the sentence was nearly inaudible.

"Oh…", It fell from your lips a little clueless, "I mean…I couldn't stop you from doing it, but.."

"That's not…", Øystein interrupted you, his pale cheeks flushing with a tint of red, "It's not…I…fuck….I'd like you to do it. Thought about it since the last show. There, it's out now."

He made a move to turn his head away from you in shame but before he could, you cupped his jaw with the palm of your hand and guided him back to look at you. So many alcohol and weed spiked thoughts ran through your thoroughly intoxicated mind that you hardly knew what to say about it and of all things possible it was an upright "Are you sure about that?" that rolled over your tongue.

"Yeah." He muttered, eyes widening in uncertain anticipation.

"Okay, uhm…so…don't you think that…that we should maybe do this sober, babe?" You suggested, watching how his cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

"No, yes, ugh…I…can we maybe just try it? Now?" You took notice of the almost needy desperation in his voice and you'd be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something to you.

"Now?" You inquired a bit taken aback.

"Yeah.", Øystein nodded, scooting further away from you until he raised his torso off the bed, reaching for his pants, "Here…with that."

His slightly trembling fingers fumbled around the waistband of his trousers, fishing for a hunting knife that he started to carry with himself in a sheath on his belt a while ago. As soon as he had pulled the sharp metal blade from its casing, he held it up to you and your eyes widened at the dedication in his proposal.

"The sharper the better… Pelle told me.", Euronymous stated with a tremble in his tone, "Takes less effort….y'know."

"Uh, wow, uhm…you really want that, huh?" , You took the handle from his grip and studied the shape of the blade cautiously, "With all due respect, babe, this looks really sharp…"

"Fair enough…" With your eyes trained to the blade you sat yourself back upright against the headboard of your bed.

"Okay…so…so how do we start this now, huh?" You mumbled more to yourself than to your gradually more excited boyfriend.

"Like…where would you want me to cut you?" It rambled out of you.

With an equally puzzled face, Euronymous took a seat in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the knife in your hand.

"Not my arms, that's for sure…thighs, maybe?" He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But, like, the top, yeah? I'm not gonna cut you on the insides." A slight shudder went through you just at the thought of possibly cutting too deep on the inside of his thighs.

"Yeah, yeah…of course, that's good." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Okay, so, am I just gonna…", You inhaled sharply to steady yourself, "Am I just gonna do this now or what?"

"I'm ready, I trust you, babe." Øystein wiggled a little in his sitting position, "Do you want me to help you get started?"

"Yeah, I think that wouldn't be too bad…" At that he reached for your hand that was holding the knife, cupping it and slowly bringing it towards his thigh, pointing the sharp tip right against the delicate, pale skin of his leg.

"Are you really sure about this?" You asked once more, just to be sure.

"Yes. I want that, been thinking about it for so long now…" Euronymous answered in heavy breaths, feeling the tip of the blade on his skin.

"Okay…so…" You slowly lowered the end of the blade onto his skin, applying a very careful amount of pressure.

The device was indeed so sharp that it broke through the first layers of his skin like a bread knife through room-temperature butter.

"That's is…" Øystein encouraged you and with that you slid the blade over his thigh, a bright red stream of blood pooling at the incision right away.

"Fuck.." Your boyfriend exhaled while he threw his head back.

"Fuck, what? Is it bad? Do you want me to stop?!" You were ready to pull the blade back at any second.

"No, more…please…, Ma'am." Euronymous pushed between trembling lips and his intonation shot right through you, sending a jolt of arousal right to your cunt.

With the knife in your hand and your gaze transfixed on the first cut, deeply red droplets gathering all over it, you placed the blade a little lower, repeating the same motion, ripping his skin and drawing even more blood.

"Shit…fuck….feels so good, Ma'am." He huffed, sounding…grateful.

"Good god, such a good boy for me, huh?" You jumped right into his headspace, shamelessly indulging in it.

"Always!" Øystein groaned out as you left another shallow yet efficient cut on his thigh.

With a subconsciously forming grin around your lips, you noticed how your boyfriend's cock started twitching in his briefs.

"Aww, is that making you hard, Øystein?" You pushed only to be hit by: "Just one more, please, one more and I'll fuck you so good, Ma'am, I promise!"

With eyes wide and an already throbbing cunt, you cut over his thigh once more, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" He pressed a guttural groan through trembling lips before unceremoniously slapping the knife out of your hand and practically pouncing on you.

Before your intoxicated brain could truly fathom what was happening, Euronymous shoved his shorts down to his knees for his hard on to slap against his lower abdomen in a wet thud as he pushed his crotch between your legs.

"Shit, you really needed that, didn't you?" It cascaded out of your mouth as you felt him drilling into you.

"Yes, fuck…yes, Ma'am, thank you!" He whined against the shell of your ear as he started fucking into you at a reckless pace.

With every needy thrust of his hips against your lap, you felt the blood, still oozing out of the cuts, sticking against your thighs. Lewd, wet and squelching sounds from his cock pushing in and out of your cunt mixed in with the slapping of skin against skin and you could hardly hold on to yourself because Øystein never ever went that feral on you just like that.

"Such a good, needy boy for me, filling me up so fucking good!" You praised as your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing with physical sensations.

Every roll of his hips against you had you tethering on the edge of orgasming already. In your thoroughly intoxicated state, you could hardly tell whether or not your pussy was contracting all around him by then or not. Every sensation was fading into the next one, making you feel like cumming on his cock for as long as Øystein kept fucking into you.

"Oh, God, fuck….shit…" It spilled out of his mouth as he hammered himself into you one last time.

"Ma'am, fuck…." Euronymous groaned into your ear right before you recognised his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, pumping his load deep into your pussy.

"You good?" It left your mouth in heavy breaths.

"Uh-huh…" He muttered before collapsing right onto you, his face hidden deep into your neck.

"Shit…that was something…", You tried to catch your breath while wrapping your arms around his sweat coated back, "You did so good for me, love."

"Really?" Øystein hummed into your skin.

"Of course you did. We gonna take good care of those cuts tomorrow, yeah?"

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous × you #euronymous smut #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos

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lenaeclipse777 · 4 months

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so high ☆ mattheo riddle x f!reader

summary: you bet mattheo that you can out-smoke him at a slytherin party and he doesn’t believe you.

a/n: characters are 18+ also not proofread, so sorry if there's mistakes :)

warnings: suggestive flirting, making out, smut at the end, bets, smoking (obvs), reader smokes, dr*gs, drinking, swearing, general party theme lol

it was a saturday night, and throughout hogwarts castle, teachers slept, house elves cleaned the halls, and younger year students slept peacefully in their common rooms. all was quiet, except for the slytherin common room.

music blared from the enchanted speakers that enzo and pansy had gotten from hogsmeade earlier in the week, and firewhiskey shots were being passed around by the “bartender” who was really just adrian pucey sitting behind one of the tables in the room.

you watched from one of the plush couches as draco and blaise danced around each other, laughing and singing, already hammered off of a mix of weed and alcohol. theo was also with them, not nearly as hammered, but laughing at them and singing along to the song that was playing.

“and i thought these two couldn’t get any more ridiculous.” a voice said from behind you, and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“hi mattheo,” you smirked, not looking back at your best friend. “let them be, it’s your weed they’re zooted off of.”

his arms came to wrap around your shoulders as he leaned in behind you, lips tickling your ear as he whispered so only you could hear.

“i barely gave them any, they split a joint between them.”

finally, you turned around and gave the boy a smile.

“there’s no way that’s true matty, i’ve smoked your joints before and that is not what happens at all.”

he smirks at you and comes to sit down on the couch next to you. his arm goes back up around your shoulders as he leans closer to you.

“oh yeah? and what exactly happens when you smoke my joints love?” his tone is suggestive as he raises his eyebrows at you and gives you a teasing wink.

your cheeks redden, and you can tell he notices by the way his grin widens and he shuffles a little closer to you on the couch.

he’s challenging you, and you know it by the way he’s looking at you, his dark brown eyes boring into you, waiting for an answer.

two can play at this game.

mattheo may have been a flirt, but so were you.

he takes a sip of his drink as you shoot him a sweet smile, “oh you know, the usual, maybe a little spacey, a little relaxed, a little horny.”

you say the last part quietly so only he can hear you, and his eyes go wide as he chokes on his drink, coughing. you watch as it’s his turn to get flustered. he recovers quickly though, and before you know it he’s pulling out two joints from behind his ear.

“is that so?” he says, his tongue running against his bottom lip slowly as he looks at you.

“yeah, and you know what matty?” you start to slowly lean closer to him, your hand softly brushing up his arm.

his eyes flicker down to your lips and it's his turn to blush as he shifts slightly in his spot on the couch. flirting isn't uncommon in your relationship with the boy, but it's days like these when mattheo has already had a little bit to drink, and you're looking a little too good in your party outfit, that he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he'll be brave enough to make a move.

he lets out a breathy chuckle. "what darling?"

you lean even closer so that your lips are almost against his ear. "i bet you anything that i can out smoke you, right here, right now."

the hand that's still on his arm slides up to his left ear where two already rolled joints are resting. you snatch them up as he processes your words. you're already off the couch and laughing as he finally recovers and gives you a dark stare- not unkind, but something that you can't quite place.

"anything?" his voice is low, challenging you. "because i could think of a lot of things i want if i win."

"oh yeah? like what riddle?"

he gets off the couch and motions you to follow him through the common room doors. "come with me to the astronomy tower and we'll see who can really out smoke who." he looks back at you with a shit-eating grin. "and when i win, i get to ask you one question, and you have to answer truthfully. if you don't i'll know."

you laugh again at that. "ok matty, you're on. but if i win," you reach over to run a hand through his hair, your small hand finding his larger one in the darkness of the hallway. "you have to do my history of magic essay for me, and my potions notes."

mattheo shoots you a quick grin. "you're on princess."

the nickname makes your cheeks flush, and you thank merlin that the hallway is dark enough so he can't see how flustered he makes you.

it's around 12:30 by the time you arrive at the astronomy tower, and mattheo sparks the first joint with a quick incendio. your joint is between your lips and you're about to pull out your wand to light yours as well, but mattheo beats you to it.

"let me princess." he holds up his wand and lights yours up with ease. you flush again. that has to be one of the sexiest things he could have done. i might just let him win at this point.

"thanks matty." you say softly. he's leaning against the rail of the tower, and you step to join him. your arms are brushing against each others as you finish your first joints.

half an hour passes and you continue to try and out-smoke each other, giggling and becoming more chatty with each drag. by the time you're 2 joints in you have to call it quits. anymore you were going to green out, and you really didn't need to have a panic attack on top of one of the highest points in hogwarts.

"alright matty, you win, there's no way I'm having another one tonight." you have a genuine smile on your face as you tilt your head to look at him, joint still hanging off your pink lips. mattheo thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen. he looks away from you before you catch him staring, and sparks up another for himself.

"i knew you couldn't beat me darling, but you did get pretty close." he's looking at you with a smug smile and you just want to kiss it off his perfect face.

"shut up mattheo," you laugh good-naturedly at him. "i guess you get to ask me your question now. i promise to answer 100% truthfully."

you take a small step closer to him as you speak, and you are so close to each other now, that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

"hmm let me think," he puts his hand on his chin in mock thought. truthfully, he knows exactly what he wants to ask you, but it's so fun to watch you squirm as you wait for him.

"ok here's my question,"

he pauses to flick the butt of the joint off the astronomy tower, and in one quick swoop, his arm is around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you look up at his brown eyes and see as confident as he looks, there's still a faint tint to his cheeks.

he speaks softly, "if i kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?"

your heartbeat speeds up and your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders. a loving smile spreads across your face as he awaits your answer.

"why don't you kiss me and find out?" you whisper leaning in.

a wide grin spreads across his face and he takes no time in pressing his soft lips to yours eagerly. you kiss him back with the same eagerness, and one of his hands stays on your waist as the other sinks down to caress your backside. the kiss gets deeper and more enthusiastic as you open your mouth a little to let his tongue slip in. you let out a soft moan and grab the back of his hair to give it a tug.

it's his turn to groan as he pushes you up against the railing of the tower. you and mattheo only pull away for the need of air. you're both panting as you pull away and smile at each other. the weed in your systems makes every touch seem so much more intimate, and you never want him to let go of you.

"if i knew you were going to kiss me like that, i would've dragged you up here sooner." you (half) joked as mattheo leaned into you to suck lovebites onto your neck.

his head was still buried in your skin as he answered you. "i don't think i'll ever be able to not kiss you again princess." his voice was needy, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants. "i've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed quietly, pulling his lips away from your skin.

"me too baby."

the pet name made him drag you into another heated kiss, your hands finding their spot right on the top of his belt buckle. you could feel him against you, desperately searching for some relief.

"need a little help matty?"

he groans as he nods his head, leaning in to kiss you again. you waste no time in unbuckling his belt and watch as his pants fall down around his ankles. his hands are already reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side as he slips two fingers into your awaiting heat.

"so wet for me princess, can't wait 'till my dick is in your perfect pussy."

his lewd words make you moan into his mouth, along with his expert fingers, pumping in and out of you. you can't wait anymore, and you pull down his boxers to let his dick spring free. you pull away from the kiss to look down at his throbbing member. he was the perfect size, tip flushing red as it leaked precum. your hand reached down to swipe it off, as your hand pumped him. his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his skull, his voice heavy with lust when he spoke.

"gods princess i need to be inside of you right now." he pulled his fingers out of your soaked heat, looking at you for permission to enter.

you nodded at him and dragged him closer to your body. "fuck matty, i need you so bad."

he didn't need to be told twice, as his hand reached down around his cock, and pressed into you. you both moaned at the way he was stretching you out, the pleasure like nothing you've ever felt before.

"holy shit."

mattheo's swore as he thrust into you, moaning and whispering praises into your ear. "such a good girl for me princess, you feel so good."

"fuck mattheo, don't stop, i'm so close baby." you moaned. his cock was hitting the perfect spot, making your vision blurry.

"you take me so well baby, never gonna want anybody but you."

his thrust got harder as you clenched around him. the familiar heat in your stomach was white hot as you clenched even harder around his thick cock. "i'm coming matty, oh merlin." you moaned.

"yeah princess, come on my cock, i wanna see your pretty face when you do it."

his words were too much as you came around him. he groaned loudly as he felt you come, and his thrusts got sloppier and rougher. you could tell he was close.

"you fuck me so good matty," you panted. "come inside me baby, i wanna feel you."

that was enough to send him over the edge, and you could feel the thick ropes of cum release inside of you as he fucked you through his orgasm. you were both panting as you came down from your high together. he reluctantly pulled out of you and pulled his pants back on.

you smiled at him and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "that was so good matty."

he still had a bit of a dazed look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"matty?" he was just staring at you, and you were getting nervous that he regretted it.

"can i be your boyfriend princess? i promise to treat you right." the genuine tone in his voice made you grin widely, as you kissed him again, this time with more passion.

"of course you can mattheo, as long as i can be your girl."

"you can be mine for as long as you want me to be princess, i love you." his hand caressed your cheek softly as you both smiled at each other.

"i love you too mattheo, more than you ever know. and who knows? maybe one day i'll actually out-smoke you."

he laughed and shook his head at your teasing. "i don't know darling, if i get to fuck you like that everytime, i'm definitely not letting you win."

"oh you're on riddle."

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo x y/n #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys

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jihopesjoint · 1 year

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I’m sorry if someone has already asked you this but I just discovered your blog and I have to know what your headcannons are of BTS while high

anon… NO ONE has asked me this yet!!!! and you have my whole entire heart for taking one for the team and doing god’s work. i have treated this ask with the utmost importance and i only hope that i don’t disappoint you. also i'm sorry this took me literally all day LMFAO let me just open this with a blanket statement: the sheer number of bangtan giggles that there would be. i think i would die. anyway. onwards and upwards

namjoon

tbh my boy namjoon already speaks like he is stoned. he is ALWAYS waxing poetic and having an existential crisis, and that would increase tenfold if found holding a blunt. he’s making connections, he’s drawing conclusions. the empty chip bag that he has just devoured is definitely a metaphor for fame and how people take everything they love from you and then there’s nothing left for yourself. he’d sit on that for about five minutes before feeling guilty for thinking such thoughts about HIS army, who always refills his metaphorical chip bag.

seokjin

think of the windshield wiper laughs. OH he would be making the stupidest jokes (yes more than he already does). he gets great pleasure from jokes that make people groan. in seeming direct contrast, our gamer guy would be absolutely COUCHLOCKED. but he’d find that for some reason he just isn’t as angry at failures/deaths as he would be sober. and he thinks, “is THIS peace? have i never known it before this moment?” he didn't think he could get any more go with the flow than he already was. but if you think he’s not paying attention to the room around him, think again. he's making fun of everyone else losing their minds, all with eyes glued to the screen.

yoongi

oh bro. yoongi? he’s already an encyclopedia of useless knowledge, sprinkled with existential dread and hatred of the system. my man is ranting and RAVING about the capitalist machine. he doesn't understand why people have to work themselves to death to survive with no opportunity to enjoy life. he's pissed about the fact that he now benefits so greatly from a system he initially set out to be publicly against. and then he'll go on for 15 minutes about stucco, no transition. he's also hearing the most mundane sounds and recording them on his phone because they'll be perfect samples for a track. and then when he listens back to them the next day, he'll be like "what the absolute fuck was this?"

hobi

hobi for the first 20 minutes of the high is a silent observer. it's a little overwhelming right at the beginning, so he's probably a little in his head. he's just taking everything in. but after he crests the peak, he is loosey goosey. music has never made him want to dance more, and he didn't know that was possible. our boy's taste in music is made for getting stoned to. he's wiggling over to the snacks, wiggling with the snacks in his hand. falling to the floor, shouting with laughter when he sees how absolutely ZOOTED his members are. after he wipes the tears from his eyes, he sees yoongi sampling the sound of the ice maker and immediately goes over to be his ultimate hype man.

jimin

park jimin. my sweet baby. he knows that mama didn’t raise no bitch, so he’s taken extra hits after everyone’s tapped out. his eyes are basically permanently shut. for the life of him he cannot stop giggling. he’s in that every single thing that happens is funny mode. can’t hold himself upright. we’re talking hands on shoulders, we’re talking heads in laps, we’re talking falling to the floor. kim taehyung is the funniest person to exist in his eyes (yes more than normal). usually he cringes at himself speaking affectionately about his members, but all inhibitions are gone. he loves them SO MUCH, and he’s absolutely not going to shut up about it. he’s making grandiose plans for them to never get around to doing together because they’re not actually reasonable.

taehyung

taehyung is also thinking thoughts, putting things together. we're talking about the brain that brought us borahae. of course, for one good realization, you have to have about one hundred terrible ones. think of the highest thought you've ever had, or have ever heard someone else have, and you might have stepped inside the anomaly that is kim taehyung's head. some shit like, "what if birds aren't singing and they're actually screaming because they're afraid of heights?" and of course, jimin is fully ready to take this thought that he accidentally vocalized, turn it into a bit, and beat it into the ground. legend has it they're still figuring this out.

jungkook

on his most productive day, our maknae is operating as head empty, no thoughts. so there's no doubt in my mind that he's staring at the wall. not a damn thing is happening up there, i promise you. he's just realized AGAIN that he has hands, but he has no idea what to do with them. because he's completely unaware of what's going on in the room around him, he's interrupted taehyung and jimin's bit to ask them what he should do about his hand predicament. but while he was trying to get their attention, his hand brushed over one of the blankets on the couch and goddamn is it not the softest thing he's ever felt. so his focus has shifted entirely to feeling this blanket. rinse and repeat.

#that taehyung thought was from a meme i saw ngl #anon thank you so much for trusting me with this question #bts #bts headcanons #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #rm #jin #suga #j hope #jimin #v #jungkook

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silver--scar · 2 months

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MEET THE SP OC

TW: Mild blood and mentions of sensitive topics

Welcome to my first entry on this list! Inspired by @skenisasleb 's intro posts for their South Park characters, I realized that I wanted to do the same since I thought it would be fun! I will be following a similar format to theirs within this post and future ones to come. This is part one after all :D

So everyone put your hands together for my first ever South Park oc, Ashton Roscoe! (Below is his outfits during certain "episodes" or "b-plots", whatever you wanna call them. I'll be happy to explain them if there are questions, but I'll only go over a few in this post!)

The Basic Life

Ashton Roscoe is an only child, living an average life in an average two-story home with average parents. They're maybe a little distant, but nothing too concerning.

He is one of the newer kids to South Park. Like, freshly new. He is left in a constant state of confusion with just how bonkers South Park can be and has yet to get accustomed into his new life. Otherwise, he has a pretty mellowed out mood with a hint of stubbornness.

He owns a massive cardboard fort deep in the woods of South Park. Who knows what goes on in there, and why he lays so many traps around the area? (It's role-play. It's literally just a place to keep his Stick of Truth items) And he likes to dig! But unlike Christophe, he digs for treasure. Bits and bobs. Doodads. Thingamajigs.

Relationships

There's nothing too special in Ash's bonds with his friends and family, and especially so being demisexual. He has three buddies, Lucio Connors, Robert 'Bubba' Hendrix, and Killian Manfred. Your typical, all guys friend group.

Out of everyone, he's most likely closest to Lucio due to them meeting when Ash moved in to the town. He helped Ash get around and learn everything there is to know with a kind attitude to boot, while Lucio greatly enjoys meeting someone who isn't a wackjob.

Bubba and Killian were already friends with Lucio before, so it helped Ash ease in quicker with the people around him. Bubba is the prankster who Ash tolerates. He always stands on guard around the guy, waiting for when he might strike with his next trick. It gets a bit mentally draining with it all, especially with the constant chatter about girls and dating or the next big prank.

Ash and Killian are a mixed bag. They get into arguments a few times, with who being in the right constantly switched around. But otherwise, they're tight knit, and they often defend one another during troubles. Ash appreciates Killian when they're on good terms and likes to listen to his conversations, but it wears thin when Killian gets zooted out of his mind and gets into his usual existential crises.

In terms of South Park? He tries his utmost to avoid the gang (i.e. Stan's and Tolkien's friends) and is pretty successful sometimes.

Lore Galore

Since Ash was my New Kid while playing the South Park games, it's only obligatory to go with those first. His personas are Ashpatch the Thief and Ezkaton!

These characters are something Ash put way too much effort in due to his affinity of escaping the world around him. He loves to play pretend.

Ashpatch is a thief class. He chose this because not only is he a natural at sneaking, he's an avid tinkerer. Most of his weapons, albeit rudimentary, are all handmade. He might put the things he nabbed to good use. At first, he just went by Ash, refusing to go by Douchebag but being too lazy to correct others around him. But later on, with his growing infuriation of Kupa Keep, Ash took the opportunity to switch sides the moment he saw it, donning the new name Ashpatch once he gained trust with the Elves.

He takes role-playing pretty seriously. As mentioned, he makes most of his weapons on his own out of objects he finds. If he wants something, he'll work his ass off to obtain it. Daggers, smoke screens, traps, you name it. Even though the other kids absolutely hate this, he doesn't care. He enjoys how it makes the games more authentic. And Ash even dressed the part, making an outfit to blend in the snow.

Ezkaton is his superhero persona, named after the word eschaton, meaning the final act of a divine plan. With a netherborn assassin class, Ash thought it was fitting to uphold an almost deity-like theme, and also because he's an edgy little boy... And also because he wanted to repurpose his abandoned Ghost cosplay, but he will never admit this.

His shawl is a Christmas tree skirt, and just like with Ashpatch, he crafts most of his inventory himself (aside the glowing scythes duh). He also works alone. The other kids don't really understand and think it's to keep up this 'bad boy' persona, but the real answer is that Ash doesn't want to end up getting others hurt. Especially with how they fight actual crime. He'll help out, he ain't a dick, but he works better without worrying that the villains' and his actions will result in an accident.

The other heroes make jabs for how over the top he is, or how he's a Mysterion clone, and to that he says, fuck you, because he'd also rather not admit he spent days coming up with an original identity only to be stumped. Plus, why be a superhero who isn't skilled at what he does? Ash is great at sneaking and traps. Why stop now?

"The Game Never Ends" (Assassin Ash)

If there's one thing to know about Ash, he's a tad bit gullible. There are times where he's skeptical, but those moments are few and far between. After the gang plays a match of paintball with a bunch of other kids, Bubba offhandedly mentions that paintball 'is never really over.' There's a few laughs, but over time, Ash gets insanely paranoid. And so, he goes around town finishing the job, taking out anyone to achieve his victory. Don't worry, there's only two counts of manslaughter.

"The Crystalites" (Album Debut Ash)

Ash loves music. It practically runs through his veins. If you want to find him, chances are he's in his backyard drumming it out in his dad's shed. He's debuting his first album for the town of South Park with his one man band, The Crystalites. However, it seems there are many obstacles he has to overcome, with that being money, gaining a crowd, organizing the event, and scrap bandits. People who are dismantling objects for an extra buck. So it's up to Ash to make his debut successful, and protected from grubby hands.

"Hardcore Parkour" (Parkour Ash)

Parkour is the next big thing in South Park. Everyone's doing it (well, every kid is), but it seems for some reason, Ash can't get the hang of it! He used to be a master at running around and climbing the strangest things during games, so why can't he get this right? Determined, he tries to figure out the cause of his 'curse' and actually stick a landing while his friends go on to the big leagues of competitive parkour.

"Alive and Buried" (Grave Crawler Ash)

Remember when I said his parents were not too concerning? Well it gets concerning. Every South Park kid has their traumas.

How does his family have the money to afford everything? Money laundering. And his dad is heavily in the business. However, a recent investigation showed that he was a suspect and CPS is threatening to take Ash away. With his mother being heavily distraught, the dad is blinded by the very thought of this and vows to keep Ash safe. He tries different things, but push comes to shove, and the poor boy is buried alive the last minute before cops arrive. Thankfully he managed to dig himself out, but his dad is arrested as he resurfaces. Now he has heavy claustrophobia and taphophobia. Ash would've liked to have kept all of this to himself, but news spreads around quickly in South Park.

"Supernatural Squatters" (Ghost Hunter Ash)

Ash and Lucio believes ghosts exists, much to Killian's and Bubba's mockery of it. Wanting to prove them wrong, they make a bet for the four to stay overnight at an abandoned building rumored to be haunted. Geared to the teeth, the kids venture in and finds exactly what they were looking for. Drugged out squatters. Now they must exorcise them to free their souls.

Thank you all so much for reading! I'm certainly going to do more for the rest of my South Park ocs. I'll also post a bit more images that couldn't fit within this post. Thank you skenisasleb for the idea! 🙏

#fanart #south park #south park fanart #traditional art #digital art #new kid south park #new kid sp #sp new kid #south park new kid #south park oc #south park original character #oc info #oc intro #silvergrade ocs #ashton roscoe #sp oc

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abiiors · 8 months

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could u write something about pampering ross? like full on doing skincare on him, doing some type of hair treatment that he didn’t know he had to do now that has long hair and maybe trying to convince him to let u paint his nails stuff like that :)

ROSS LET ME PAINT YOUR NAILS I BEG!!! also this is fully inspired by iilwy just so you know hehe // mentions of weed

wc: 800

“and so this,” ross points at a tiny bottle of clay mask in front of you, “this is to…?”

the helplessness in his voice makes you giggle slightly. sunday afternoon pamper sessions aren’t new to you—getting out of your everything shower each week and sitting in front of the dresser to do your detailed skincare is something you look forward to quite a lot.

but ross somehow always looks at all the bottles and jars littered on the dresser and walks away. in his defense today, he is a bit zooted, being clingy in general and watching you as you do one step of your skincare after the other, asking loads of questions.

“it’s cooling, feels really good! wanna try?” you offer, picking up the bottle and opening it all while he stares at you and it, intently.

ross shrugs. “only if you put it on me.”

excitement fills you at the thought of sharing this with him. your own cute little date night. so you move, about to scoot your chair close to him but he clicks his tongue in protest. “no, c’mere!”

he pats his lap looking at you hopefully with big eyes, pupils blown wide—probably from the weed but also because he hasn’t stopped staring at you for the last ten minutes.

“right then,” you hide a smile, “on your lap it is.”

his arms wrap around your waist as soon as you settle on his lap, jar in one hand and a brush in the other. and ross hums, absolutely content.

“so what this does…” you start with applying it on his cheek, trying not to get too much of it on his beard all while blabbing on about what the clay mask does. his eyes follow your movement, roaming all over your face as you concentrate on putting on an even layer of it on his face.

“and there’s aloe in it, which feels so nice—you’re not listening to a word i’m saying are you?”

his eyes widen slightly and you fail at stifling another giggle.

“well,” even through the thin layer of clay, you can see the way his cheeks go pink, “i was listening to you i promise! you looked so cute just now, i got a bit… a bit distracted.”

with each protest, his arms tighten around you until you’re biting your lip trying to stifle your laughter because of how sheepish he looks. “oh just now? i don’t look cute all the time?”

“no that’s not… you do! i promise!”

another giggle from you and he’s narrowing his eyes. “you’re taking the piss!”

it’s the last straw that has you gasping with laughter, almost getting teary-eyed in the process until he cracks a smile too. “you’re a menace,” he accuses but keeps looking at you with the same wide eyes and slightly loopy smile.

“and now the mask stays on for ten minutes,” you instruct, about to get off his lap to put it on your face but that only has him holding onto you tighter, protesting.

“no, where are you going?!”

“need to put it on my face too, babe.” before you’re even done answering, he’s taking the jar and the brush out of your hands, scooping up some of the mask just the way you had.

in moments, you feel the cool clay on your face, making you flutter your eyes shut. sitting there getting pampered feels so absolutely amazing that you make no move to get off him even after he’s done. not like he’s complaining.

but eventually the mask hardens and there’s only so much time you have before it gets itchy and uncomfortable. so you coax him to the bathroom, making sure both of you get all of it off and patting your face dry while going back to the bedroom.

“what’s next?” he asks, flopping onto the bed, once again ready to watch you at work.

“mmm, i was thinking of painting my nails,” you smile at him somewhat coyly, fluttering your eyelashes, giving him your best puppy eyes. “join me? you can pick the colour too.”

you expect him to grumble or just outright say no, to your absolute surprise, he just nods instantly. the weed’s working more in your favour that you thought…

“yeah?”

“whatever you want, baby,” he answers, sitting up when you place your nail varnish collection in front of him. one by one he riffles through it, picking up colours and putting them down, keeping some aside that grab his eye.

“you’d seriously let me paint your nails?” you ask once again just in case, just a bit astonished.

“would let you do whatever you want baby,” he mumbles, “as long as it makes you happy!”

#✉️#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #♡: ross blurbs #tw: weed

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eddies-house · 1 year

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Control

Eddie x fem reader, 18+ ONLY

3K Words

Warnings - smut, bondage, slight dom/sub, kinda in public not really tho?, daddy kink (it’s mentioned like one time), edging, I think that’s it

A/N - this is filthy and it’s been living in my mind the last few days so here. I didn’t edit it or anything, I just went for it 🥴 also wrote this while kinda zooted so I hope it makes sense

Masterlist

You were seeking relief to put it simply. It was that time in your cycle just after your period where you would get huffy and needy, constantly needing to get off otherwise the sexual frustration would build up and put you in a bad mood. You needed to be fucked senseless but there was no time. Eddie was getting ready in to your shared apartment bathroom as the two of you were soon heading over to Steve’s for a barbecue where you would catch up with the gang and just have a night to not think. All dolled up and ready to go, you sat on the edge of the bed, sensitive as ever, the slightest rub of your panties against your clit almost had you mewling.

Eddie would probably be another fifteen minutes or so, you could still hear the shower running. Now was as good a time as ever to blow some steam so you reached for your nightstand drawer and pulled out the trusty rose toy, the second best thing next to Eddie himself. Leaning back against the pillows, you threw one of the decorative blankets over yourself and started getting to work. The toy was shoved into your pants and underneath your panties to latch onto your swollen clit. Relief was already felt as you rolled your hips and grinded into the toy, little moans escaping you. The pleasure built up, up, up as you desperately chased release. Hips wiggling in anticipation, you tilted your head back the closer you got. Burning hot pleasure coursed through your veins, every nerve ending of your body on fire while you encouraged your own orgasm. Your breathing got heavier, almost on the verge of cumming when—“What do we have here?”

Your eyes flutter open and Eddie is standing at the end of the bed, a cocky grin plastered to his face. Quickly, you shut the toy off and sit up, feeling robbed of release. Sometimes you and Eddie played this game where if he caught you playing with yourself he would tease you for what felt like hours and remind you that only he could make you feel this way. And you only hoped he would initiate this little game right now although there wasn’t a lot of hope seeing as you were now supposed to be heading to Steve’s. Clenching your thighs, you pull the toy out and toss it back into the drawer before shutting it. “Playing with yourself again are we, baby?” Eddie says lowly, hunger in his eyes. You were like his prey being dangled in front of him. Thighs clenching even harder, you sheepishly nod while looking up at him. All he does is look you up and down, eyes snaking down your body before returning to his normal demeanor completely. “We should get going, Steve was mad we were late last time.” He shows off his dimples while reaching his hand out to assist you in getting up. Almost like he didn’t catch you in the act.

Disappointed, you oblige and take his hand, him leading you to the front door before stopping abruptly. “I forgot something, here—go start the van and I’ll be right there.” He pats his back pockets as if he’s searching for something as he hands you the keys. Shrugging it off as Eddie being Eddie, you make your way to the passenger side of the van and start it up. Shortly after, Eddie jogs out and plops down in the driver's seat and you're off to Steve’s.

Or so you thought. Around five minutes into the drive he pulls off to the side where there’s nothing but forest, not a soul around as he parks the van behind some trees. “Eddie, what are we doing? Are you trying to get me to hotbox the van with you again-cause last time—“ he interrupts you by tsking, his eyes currently focused ahead of him out of the front windshield. Raising a brow at him, you push further. “Eds, what are we doing?!” You demand. Eddie turns his head to look at you, eyes burning into yours as he crosses his arms. “You have no idea what you do to me when you play with yourself like that.” His tone is devoid of emotion, making it difficult to predict what direction he would take this.

Sighing, you start to explain. “Ed, I’ve been so pent up, I just needed something.” He can see the way you shuffle in your seat and he can guarantee that there is a wet spot seeping through your pants. “So why didn’t you come to me?” He asks nonchalantly, still keeping his stare on you, he looked like he was about to pounce but was holding himself back. Shuffling around some more, rubbing your thighs in frustration, you search for an answer but find it hard in your flustered state. “I-I um, you were—you were getting ready a-and I just, I dunno…” you trail off unable to come up with anything, you just wanted him to touch you already, give you what you wanted—what you needed.

“Were you going to cum without my permission?” He questions, his hand now grazing your knee in the slightest way possible, the touch making you shutter. You’re silent, eyes averting his gaze as his hand as slowly as possible travels up from your knee to your inner thigh, rings trailing along a coolness with them. You’re throbbing, you swear any movement you make that would cause any friction would make you whine out in desire. Biting your lip, you finally look at him and nod shyly.

He shifts his body toward you a little more, hand stopping in its place on your inner thigh. “Baby, you know better than that.” He coos, now bringing his hand up to trail his knuckles along your cheekbone and then down to your neck to brush a strand of hair away, the cold rings against your neck causing you to shiver. You involuntarily tilt your head back at the sensation. “Don’t you?” He demands softly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, the pad of his thumb running along your bottom lip.

“Mmhmm.” You whimper back helplessly, pressing your lips to his thumb in a feather light kiss. “I think…” he begins while trailing his thumb from your lip to your jaw. “…You need to be taught a lesson.” There’s a devilish grin on his face. This is what you had been waiting for, for Eddie to give into your desire and just ruin you. “Please.” You whisper, sounding a little more desperate than you’d like.

Patting his lap, he whispers a ‘come here’ as he assists you in grabbing your thighs and helps you straddle him. From the moment you’re on top of him you’re grinding your clothed head into his bulge, the friction of his jeans and your pants making you hum in satisfaction. Large hands grab at the back of your thighs, halting any movements. He grabs your chin yet again in his hand, cradling your jaw. “Not so fast, angel. Wouldn’t be a lesson if I just made you come right away would it?” A small kiss is pressed to the corner of your mouth as he moves to shove your pants down your legs and off into the passenger seat.

You let out a whine as he cups your heat, finger sliding delicately along your slit over the fabric, wetness pooling in your panties. Stroking over and over again, he teases you and brushes his finger just barely over your clit, applying no pressure as he just barely passes over it each time, leaving you squirming in his lap. “That feel good, angel? Just like that, huh?” He mocks while your hips stutter, searching for more pressure, more friction. “M-more, Eddie, please more.” You beg, running your hands down his chest over his tshirt. “No touching, baby. Wanna see how well you can do for me, make sure you learn your lesson, yeah?” You remove your hands from him, propping them on the steering wheel behind you as he continues his torture on you. “Good girl.” He praises, not once applying any pressure, ghosting his finger over you.

You’re holding your own while he looks up at you with lust filled irises. Until he brings his other hand up and under your shirt, sneaking under your bra and toying with your pebbled nipple, the sensation causing you to grip at his shoulders as you moan. He looks at you sternly, still rolling your nipple between his fingers while his other hand still teases you over your panties. “Keep ‘em to yourself.” He whispers, removing his hand from your breast, he plants a kiss to your knuckles on each hand. Nodding, you continue gripping the steering wheel behind you tightly.

Eddie’s lips begin sloppily kissing at your neck, fingers once again working on your sensitive nipple. This time your hand fly into his curls, gripping them in want. You begin pulling away but it’s too late, he’s looking at you with that dark stare, eyes almost black as he drinks you in. “Take this off, love.” He speaks quietly but dominant, tugging at the hem of your shirt. So you do, working the fabric over your head and into the passenger's seat, now only in your bra and panties. It’s like a wet dream come true, you in his lap, panting pathetically at the slightest touches. “And this.” He thumbs at the strap of your bra, letting it snap back into place gently. You scramble to unclasp the back, finally succeeding and tossing it aside, breasts now on full display for him. “Atta girl.” He gives your ass a brief spank, causing you to run your hands down his chest, fingers gripping the cotton fabric tightly before you realize your second mistake, you’ve touched him again.

His lips move to graze across your collarbone, hands smoothing their way up your torso and onto your shoulders, fingers lightly making their way down your arms before grabbing your wrists in his larger palms behind your back. “You okay?” He asks, eyes now sincere as he checks in with you. You give him a nod but it’s not enough. “Use your words, baby.” He requests while planting a kiss right where your shoulder and your neck meet. “Yes, please keep going.” You say breathily, leaning your forehead against his, attempting to give his lips a peck but he holds you away from him, wrists still gathered in his strong hands behind you, his lips parted just inches from yours in a taunt. He looks from your eyes to your lips and back and he knows what he’s doing, his pouty pink lips on full display with no intention of letting you kiss them. A whimper escapes you and he just smirks.

In seconds he’s pulling his bandana from his back pocket, using it to secure your wrists to the steering wheel behind you, double knotting it for good measure. Your lip juts out as you struggle against the cloth, knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere but trying anyway. He mocks your pout and taps your nose with his finger. “Darling, you’ve got yourself all tangled up don’t you?” His words have a meanness to them, the kind you love, the kind that gets you all riled up. All you do is squirm, trying to grind your clothed heat against his denim covered thigh but failing as he holds your hips in place. “You see, I wouldn’t have to get all mean with you but you’re just so stubborn.” He uses his hand to travel from over your soaking wet panties, up your torso with his fingertips, stopping to pinch at one of your nipples and then moving up your chest and along your neck and then back down over your mound, cupping it. Your breathing is quick and your hips are twitching at his touch. “Eddie!” You whine while rolling your hips forward into nothing.

“What’s the matter, honey? You all worked up for me?” He teases, finally using his middle finger to move your panties to the side and feel how wet you are. You can only let out a high pitch moan at his words while his finger collects your slick. “All this for me? Baby, you shouldn’t have.” He rasps out. His face is in front of yours again, letting his lips just barely graze yours but never letting them fully touch. “E-eddie please—please I’ll be good!” Your tone is pathetic as you plead with him, wrists straining against his bandana.

His thumb comes back up to your bottom lip before sinking into your mouth, you gladly sucking it, rolling it onto your tongue before releasing it with a pop. “You wanna cum? That what you want?” He asks meanly. You’re on the brink of tears, the good kind. “Y-yes—yes, please Eddie, please m-make me cum!” You beg. “Are you my pathetic little slut?” He asks, nose nudging yours, awaiting an answer. “Yes, yes!” You breathe out, nodding vigorously.

Before you can register it, he’s clicking a button and pressing your rose toy to your clit, the suction causing your knees to buckle as you straddle him. You don’t know how he managed to hide it when he came back out of the house earlier but he was sneaky and it was to your benefit. A surprise gasp leaves your mouth as you throw your head back. You begin to grind against it as he holds it against you only to be stopped by him delivering a smack to your ass with his other hand. “Hold still.” He demands, scolding you. You whine at this, he was so cruel and so hot.

“Maybe you’ll think twice next time you wanna come so bad while I’m in the next room.” He mocks you, fingers pinching at your nipple again. He tuts at you as you mewl in delight. “Such a brat.” The rose is pushed further into your clit, the pressure becoming so unbearable you think you’ll cum any second only for that reward to be ripped from your grasp as Eddie pulls the toy away from your dripping core, looking up at you like the devil himself. “Making us late…all because you couldn’t keep your hands away from your pretty little pussy.” He reprimands you before holding the toy over your throbbing bud again. “Please.” You whimper in defeat.

You can feel it, you're just on the brink of overwhelming pleasure but you can’t get too excited cause he could very well deny you all over again. Your vision goes white as you chase your release, nothing else matters at the moment, you just need to cum. “Does my pretty baby wanna cum? Wanna make a mess all over my thigh like the spoiled brat you are?” His words only spur you on, pushing you just that much closer to tipping over the edge. “Daddy, please!” You whine. “Don’t you dare.” He grips your jaw tightly. “Not until I say so.” He reminds you, breath fanning over your face. You can’t hold it much longer, it’s like a tidal wave in the distance about to pull you under.

Eddie adds more pressure, your poor clit being abused more and more. “Might not even let you cum at all.” He says casually. At this you sob, the thought of being so wound up, so wet and throbbing only for him to take it away and make you spend the rest of the evening a huffy and sensitive mess. You’re tugging at your restrained wrists, each time secretly hoping it comes undone but deep down you know Eddie is a master at knots and you’d never be able to get free no matter how hard you tried. “Poor baby.” He coos, smoothing his hand over the top of your hair to catch any flyaways that appeared while you endured his torture. “Why don’t you cum for me now, doll?” He gives you permission to let go. And you do, you let yourself grind into the toy, the friction never felt better as that tidal wave washes over you. You’re choking out moans while your body convulses on Eddie’s lap. His thumb brushes along your cheek lovingly as he smugly talks you through your orgasm. “I know, baby, I know, so needy. You just need to be put in your place.” His words only add to the pleasure, your hips stuttering as your walls contract, leaking against Eddie’s thigh. “That’s my girl, cum all over me. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” He finally presses a soft kiss to your parted lips, waiting for you to come back to earth as you come down from your high. You lazily kiss him, lips pouting in the process as your chest heaves. He clicks the toy off, removing it from you, eliciting a little whine from you, your clit sensitive and overstimulated.

“That was hot.” He whispers against your jaw, looking up at you fondly. “Doing okay, angel? You still with me?” He checks in, untying the bandana and throwing it into the cup holder, freeing your wrists and gently holding them in his hands as he presses kisses to them, his lips gentle on your skin. You nod your head, pressing your forehead against his as you catch your breath. “Words, baby.” He reminds you softly, his eyes all big and puppy dog like, unlike how they were seconds ago, intense and dominating. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You whisper against his cheek, the light dusting of stubble poking against your skin. “There’s my girl.” He smiles, dimples on full display. “Let’s get you to Steve’s so I can feed you, make sure you don’t faint from being all cum drunk.” He jokes while kissing your cheek. You can only hum in response because you were in fact cum drunk.

And who knows, maybe later that night you give Eddie a taste of his own medicine…use his own handcuffs against him, maybe tease him until he’s a whimpering mess. Edge him until his back is arching off the bed and he begs you to let him cum. Grind against him while forcing him to stay still as you wear his favorite lingerie set. The possibilities were endless.

~end~

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ajaxpetropolisismyhusband · 1 year

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Ajax - Not you

Warnings: High Ajax, Y/n starting arguments for why?, drugs, angst, fluff, DONT DO DRUGS KIDS

It was 1 am and a soft knock at the door awoke Ajax from his 'state'. He groaned in annoyance, hoping his roommate Xavier would open the door.

Since Rowan got expelled, Xavier started to share his dorm with Ajax and right now he wished he never moved in because the first knock was practically silent and it profoundly got louder each minute.

"XaViEr.." Ajax cracked his voice out and turned his head towards his roommates bed, only to not find him there.

Ajax facepalmed mentally and got up from the desk he was trying to sleep on for some reason and dragged his feet towards the door. "Who is it?" he asked in annoyance.

"Baby? can i come in please? We have the nightshades meeting tonight remember?" A soft voice called out.

Ajax's droopy eyes half lit up and he opened the door and pulled the knocker into hug.

"Its my N/nnnnnnn...." He said baby like.

Y/n shut the door with her foot and broke the hug to look at her boyfriend properly.

"Jax, why are your eyes droopy and red?" she asked with a bit of worry and grabbed his face to inspect it a bit better. "Are you sick? why does it smell weird in here too?" she looked around the room and there it was.

4 joints (in the UK we call them zoots if you were wondering :D) on the desk Ajax was trying to sleep on. Y/n shook her head and placed her index finger and thumb on the bridge of her nose.

It wasn't the first time Y/n caught him like this. Normally, he would be asleep and she would find them in the bin or peaking out of his pillowcase.

She never really saw him high and to be honest, she never wanted to ask.

Ajax followed Y/n's previous gaze and opened his mouth.

"Cara mia, i can explain about those but i can't find the right words" Y/n put one hand behind his neck and sighed in defeat.

"You know what? you don't have to explain anything." She let go of her boyfriend and walked towards the desk.

Ajax scratched the top of his hat in confusion. "Ill get high with you." she shrugged and picked up on of the joints.

Ajax widened his eyes in fear, he didn't look like he took drugs anymore. Instead, he walked up towards his girlfriend without tripping or stumbling like he would normally do.

He took the blunt from her hand and placed it down. Before Y/n could say anything, Ajax put a hand in front of her mouth.

"Not you my darling. Y-you can't take it."

"What why?"

"Just not you okay? Anyone but you. How about you go to the nightshades meeting without me and tell the others ill be there tomorrow. Please."

Ajax let go of Y/n and encouraged her to leave the dorm by extending his arm like a gentleman to lead her out but Y/n, like the stubborn independent woman she is, didn't let go of her boyfriend.

"Babe, this isn't the first time knowing you take drugs. I've seen you like ten times and i've never asked or stopped you. So, why are you stopping me?" she snapped. Ajax sighed in annoyance and put both of his hands on the side of her face.

"You listen to me Y/n M/n L/n. I take this crap when i have shitty days and i don't wanna talk about it. This is my way of coping and if you do it too, it will just ruin you and i don't want you to end up like some stoner idiotic loser like me."

So many questions were running through Y/n's head, she pushed away his hands away from her face.

"When you have shitty days? really?. I thought we talked about everything together! I thought when you had shitty days, you would sneak into my dorm and cuddle me! but no, you just do that for the sake of it don't you? the real coping method for you is smoking this shit!?"

Y/n wanted to cry, but she stood her ground and Ajax grumbled.

"That's not what i meant N/n... I love cuddling with you. It's like im on cloud 9 whenever im with you. It's just, i can't worry you all the time you know? just throwing pressure onto you, only for it to get better the next day. It's not fair on you baby. I need to be the one there for you but i do such a shitty job."

Suddenly, all of the rage had vanished. Somehow the floor managed to suck out the venom in her veins and he gazed softened

"Ajax...i didn't know. Baby, im so sorry!" The H/c haired girl clung onto her boyfriend and he hugged her right back. "And your not a bad boyfriend or a loser! You're literally everything i asked for! even more! Your existence, your presence. That's what keeps me going."

Ajax smiled into her hair and kissed her forehead lovingly.

"But obviously, if doing this helps you cope, then i understand. I just care about your health you know?"

Ajax shook his head reluctantly.

"No baby.. you're right"

He broke the hug and held both of his girlfriends soft hands in his big rough ones. "I promise, from now on ill stop. I love you" He smiled and tilted her chin up for her to meet his gaze.

Y/n smiled and kissed her boyfriend. Lingering her lips on his longer than usual and Ajax couldn't get enough of her .

"I love you more baby."

The couple then walked towards Ajax's bed and cuddled. They both held onto each other like there was no tomorrow.

Few hours later, Xavier walked in and inspected his best friends bed to find Ajax's head laying on Y/n's chest and Y/n's head was on top of his.

"They deserve each other." Xavier smiled to himself to find that his friends eventually found each other and despite some differences, they made it work.

Xavier pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the two sleeping so he could tease them about it tomorrow.

"Damn, i need a girlfriend too." He mentally noted.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Dark Magik, Part III

Lani, a teenage witch trapped in the spirit world, must escape and stop her powerful warlock of an ancestor (Erik Stevens) from wreaking havoc.

Part 2

Tags: Non-con & Light Smut

Having left the home of his descendants, Erik happened upon a black couple laughing together as they exited a black corvette that was nothing he'd ever seen. It was sleek, curvy, and low to the ground like something a Sci-Fi book would conjure. Was it fast? It looked fast.

"Nice wheels. What year is it," he asked, unsure of the modern lingo, but ever dapper.

"Oh, it's a 2020. We got it right in the middle of covid." The guy was eager to talk cars with Erik, but Erik didn't have the time.

"Damn. The 2020s, huh?" He'd been dead since 1963, born at the end of the 1920s. "I see a lot's changed."

He could also see it in their clothing. They were styled in a way that dated him. He looked to be from a different era, which meant he needed a new look, but not until he got out to see more of the town. This wasn't New Orleans where his roots were. It couldn't have been. It didn't look or smell the same. The family had migrated, likely to escape the voodoo culture he was a fixture in.

"What state am I in," he asked the male of the couple.

"You seem like you might be kinda lit, I don't know," he responded, trying to determine if Erik was under the influence.

"The state. Where am I?"

"Oh, Brooklyn."

"New York," his partner corrected.

It was a long way to go. Erik wasn't shocked, just a little disappointed, but the emotion was short-lived.

"Hand me your keys," he reached, receiving them in his hand. All it took was the power of suggestion to enchant the owners. After all, his iwa lived for the trickery. They loved a good finesse. "I'm in need of some adult entertainment, some liquor, and a nice cigar. Any worthwhile suggestions?"

"Idk, but Times Square is the top tourist spot," said the man. "You'll find something."

"Sapphic," the woman interjected. "It's a strip club.. little on the bougie side."

"Interesting.. You folks enjoy your night," Erik dismissed, starting the car. He took a moment to examine the corvette interior, familiarizing himself with the controls before driving off.

Everything was so different. New technology, integration, and the futuristic cityscape had him wandering, taking it all in. There were crowds of people in mixed company, and so much to see that made him hungry to sin. He had vices to feed.

Sapphic was lit clearly for him as if it were ordained for him to be there. On entry, he could only describe it as alluring. There was everything he'd asked for and more, and all it took to obtain whatever he wanted was a simple suggestion. That was the strength of his magic. Anything he wanted was always at his fingertips.

Erik glanced around the club, making eye contact with a deep skinned half-naked dancer on stage with huge breasts covered in glittering stones like a showgirl. He sat an a table next to the stage, ordering a Hurricane from the cocktail waitress.

"I love that zoot suit," she stalled by his table even after taking his order. "The 20s to 40s are my favorite era."

Erik smirked, recognizing game.

"This is my era. I'll take the 2020s any day, but anything you wanna know about back in the day, you just ask your Uncle Erik."

She couldn't have been more than 21, but Erik didn't mind at all. Like he didn't mind that the dancer was on stage with her routine, he used his subtle power of persuasion to disrupt her show and lure her from the stage and onto his lap, planting his hands on her breasts to squeeze. They were grade A plump and soft in his grasp.

"No touching the strippers," security threatened to no avail. Erik always knew what he wanted and never stopped until he got it.

The cocktail waitress brought his drink, standing there in surprise as he drained the glass like it was water and he'd been in a drought. "Another one," he handed the glass back. From the outside, he was building the start of a small harem. He was an attractive guy with a mysterious and confident air. He was a threat to the male ego.

He continued to grope the dancer, reaching into her panties for a feel. There were no more warnings. Security pulled them apart, which pissed Erik off. A 200-something lb Mexican man with pitbull attitude telling him to leave the club didn't scare him. He grabbed for his preference once more, and when Security intervened, Erik hit him in the face, starting a brawl. Erik couldn't be pinned down. He found space to down another Hurricane like an energy drink between hits.

"Been a minute since I beat somebody's ass," Erik grunted, lifting the 200+ lb man over his head and throwing him over the bar, smashing the back mirror. "This is fun."

Security hadn't only blacked out.. He was dead.

"Move on," Erik instructed his audience, basking in his win. "You," he pointed to the cocktail waitress. "Keep the Hurricanes coming."

"You," he pointed the the DJ, "Gimme something with some drums, some bass."

"You," he pointed, walking back to his pick of strippers. "Give me the godliest head that I deserve and then fuck me until your entire body goes numb."

"I'm just a dancer," she said quickly, hands up in defense, "And I'm married."

That didn't mean a damn thing to Erik. "Is he here?" He closed in on her, taking her hand to lead her back to his lap, but she was hesitant.

"Yes, actually, he's a cook here."

"Oh yeah? I don't believe you," Erik teased. "Go get him."

He watched her, amused as she looked back at him, rushing off into the kitchen like she'd make a break for it. She came back with a white man who smelled like meat. Erik wrinkled his nose.

"He don't count. You got another husband back there or is this it?"

"What's this about," the husband asked, defensive in front of his woman.

"Hurricane," the cocktail waitress appeared.

"Thank ya, sweetheart," Erik took a large gulp, setting down the glass and looking back to ol'man. "Well, you sure know to pick'em. You bagged a pretty lil thing," Erik sized him up. "I asked your wife to give me the godliest head followed by sex to rival my ex-wife. She had a realllll wet pussy. I'm tryna see if your wife can compare. She felt like I needed to ask you.

As expected, the man was willing to fight for his wife's honor even knowing he'd lose. Erik didn't beat him, he merely sat him down at a table near the stage.

"Come here lil thang," he gestured for the dancer, using his power. She sat on his lap in a neighboring seat. "Tell me, what's ya name man?"

"Vince," he blurted with no control.

"Vince... What does your wife do in bed that drives you absolutely wild?"

Despite resisting, Vince was forced to comply, and Erik took great humor in his humiliation.

"Go on, Vince... Where does her talent lie? What is it that makes yo toes cuuurl?"

"When she rides reverse cowgirl and has me finish in her mouth," he admitted painfully.

"Well then. That's a lovely recommendation. Young lady, will you do me the honor?" It wasn't a question, and she didn't have a choice. She immediately began riding him, lost in the sweet fantasy Erik gave her. In her mind, she was fucking her husband in the safety and privacy of her home. In reality, she was fuckin the shit out of Erik in the open. It was a special sort of hypnosis Erik had learned. It was quick and subtle but extremely efficient. She was bouncing off of his bare dick, covering it in her essence as Erik held onto her for her own balance.

"You were right," Erik bragged. "Your wife can really ride a dick. I can feel her pussy gripping me warmly like a catcher's mit. Look at my dick disappearing in that pussy, sliding into home. Open your eyes and have a look. That good black pussy sliding down this big black dick? You could never please a pussy like this. You see that pussy opening up on my dick? It's because you don't be getting in there right to hit all the jazzy spots. Look at it. You should see it. You ever seen your wife this wet? You see all that creamy residue left behind?"

Vince looked sick to his stomach, but Erik wasn't done torturing him. He nutted in her and smiled at Vince's pain.

"That's a full negro baby in ya lil lady like it should be... Let me do you the honor now," Erik threw his head back, glowing in his nut. "You tell her to clean it off... Come on," he sat back up. "Don't leave me hanging!"

Vince fought as hard as possible against the hypnosis but couldn't resist. On his command, his wife sucked Erik off, locked in her own fantasy world. Erik busted once more in her mouth and relaxed himself to enjoy the afterglow.

"I'm tired of looking at you. Walk into the road and stand there until you get hit," he ordered, dismissing him. He released the stripper from her fantasy, watching her face change to shock and embarrassment as she quickly removed herself from him. Erik caught her arm. "Serve me now. Only me."

She looked around, the look on her face frightened. All around her, people were trapped by his whims, told to basically mind their business and shut up.

"Where's Vince," she asked. Erik rolled his eyes, tired of Vince.

"Come on, it's time to move. Don't nobody care about your husband. He dead."

The woman became so unbearable about it, in grief and anger, Erik had to put her under once more.

"There you go. You're so much better when you shut the fuck up. Peck me a kiss," he pointed to his cheek, jumping up when she happily did so. "Alright!"

He moved to the gambling tables, talking shit in good humor, ignoring the fearful side-eyes as he clapped the man beside him on the back.

"Sup, brotha... I gotta have some chips to start with," he scooped the man's chips. "Cuz I'm betting it all on black!"

All night, he gambled for glory, drinking with a harem of four women surrounding him and doing shots. He'd been drinking liquor out of every nook and cranny on their lithe bodies, and he didn't even have to hyponotize them all. It only built his ego. They hung around his neck and shoulders, decorating him like a fur and and when the club closed at 4, they were each ready and willing to go anywhere he went. He had all the money.

Erik had them lead him to the finest hotel, and he was pleasantly surprised by the quality. It was so rich that he felt like he belonged. He let them negotiate the presidential suite while he paid and went up with them in the elevator. He lived for the envy on other men's faces and flaunted his women with his arms around them.

Once in his suite, he indulged in the views. He had amenities at his fingertips and how he'd missed baths and showers with women. There was no way Erik wouldn't live in luxury if he were only alive for a day. He crossed his ankles, naked and glistening on the bed having been rubbed down in oil by his women who were enjoying the room, room service, and watching him watch television. This wasn't the Lone Ranger or black and white tv, it was Escaping Polygamy and I Killed My BFF.

Erik was enthralled, focused on the show more than the building number of women in his bed. They were burying him in the heat of their nude bodies, taking turns riding him raw. Anything for the cash. On commercial breaks, Erik rolled over, taking turns breaking their backs. They were insatiable. Even the recent widow was getting her back beat in.

Then the day broke. Erik was still enraptured in TV while the women were fast asleep on him. When his show was over, he carefully peeled himself from the jenga cube arrangement of women and took a leak, looking in the mirror. He missed seeing his own reflection.

He missed causing chaos.

His features darkened with mischief.

In fervent prayer, he called upon the spirits within himself, summoning them as he watched his reflection, the white of his eyes going full black. The spirits heard his foreign chanting and quiet singing. He tip-toed to the bed of sleeping women, his words increasing in ferver as shadows danced and leaped mischievously on the walls, fencing the women in.

"DO YOU BELIEVE," Erik yelled, beating his chest rhythmically as they woke fearfully. His eyes were pure black, and shadows swirled around them, demonic faces appearing right before their eyes. "DO YOU BELIEVE THAT SPIRITS CAN ENTER YOUR BODIES?! LET THEM IN!"

They could hear the skittering. The scratching and the whispers grew louder and closer. The women began to seize, jerk, and shake uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in their sockets. A couple fell and rolled to the ground. One sizzled on her belly in a fit of foreign chanting. Their bodies were no longer their own.

For the past few hours, random spirits who bled through Lani's rip in the veil had been searching for bodies to inhabit. Some were deranged and murderous. Some were skilled in trickery and deception. Some were vengeful spirits looking for a way back to the human world. Erik couldn't pass on the allure of giving them a hand for the sake of his own whims. He'd already used the women.

"Lead me someplace worthwhile," Erik demanded. One thing about Erik was that he had the tendency to lean into darkness. If there was trouble to get into, he'd surely find it. "And clean yourselves up. Your bodies look like shit."

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