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Gepard HC

He's very hardheaded. Even with the aid of Serval and Lynx, it's hard to sway him when he's made his mind up about something.

Despite how stubborn he is, he's a good listener.

He forgets how tall he is. Sometimes it's cute and endearing, other times it's just hot.

He makes HEAVY eye contact. Like omg we need to blindfold you or something. He's not like staring into your soul like 👁️👁️. More so , he's just very focused.

You were working on a project for Serval in her workshop, and he stepped in to get lunch with you while he was on break. You were so focused you couldn't hear him say your name. It wasn't until he leaned over and mumbled in your ear that you became very aware of his presence.

You thought it was an intruder and tried to shove a screwdriver in his face. Without hesitation, he calmly plucked it from your hand and tossed it on the counter before apologizing for scaring you.

“Why are you apologizing? I almost stabbed you. I should be apologizing” you said as he pulled you in a hug as some form of comfort. “I'm trained to handle immediate threats, you wouldn't have been able to land a hit on me.” That comment pissed you off, and he paid for lunch as another apology.

At first, he sat with his back straight, but then he asked about your day. While speaking, he leaned as if to show you had his full attention. While looking at him, your heart rate spiked, and you lost track of thought.

“Um yeah, that's about it” You said while looking away from him as if to hide your flustered composure. Before he could ask about your change in behavior, a guard came up to him to request his aid.

He quickly looked over at you with a soft look. He didn't want to cut the date short, but, his job unfortunately came first. You squeezed his hand as a signal that it was okay for him to leave.

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How they react to you ignoring them to read a book (NSFW but only for Jing Yuan tho)

Gepard

You didn't mean to do it. You were reading the sequel to a fantasy novel that just dropped, and he came over right as the anticipated fight scene was happening. Just terrible timing on his part. “Hold on, I'm at the best part” you mumbled while your eyes were still glossing over the pages. He smiled and sat down next to you. It was getting harder for you to see each other, his workload was increasing, and you barely had downtime for yourselves, let alone each other. 

After a couple of minutes of gazing at you and looking at his watch, he knew you wouldn’t budge until you were done with the book. He was mad or anything, maybe a little disappointed, but he understood how much you loved the series and didn’t want to intrude. Instead, he decided to get out of your hair and to leave so he wouldn't feel like a bother. You shut that book so quick and rushed over to him before he could walk out the door.

Jing Yuan

In all fairness…he was ignoring you first. You came by, and he was working on some papers.

“Aren't you supposed to be retired?” He hummed thoughtfully and smiled at your question while continuing to sign documents. You rolled your eyes and sat down by him while he was working. You pulled out a romance book you grabbed at a kiosk, it looked corny, but the clerk recommended it so no harm no foul. When he finished, he looked over at you and saw you engrossed in your novel. He decided to give you a couple of minutes to finish, but even after that you didn't budge. He ended up closing his eyes and dozing off. When he woke up, there you sat, STILL reading. He sighed and moved over to you. “Love, how long do you intend to read for?” You flipped a page and mumbled “almost done”. Usually he saw no problem in indulging your whims, but not this time. He picked the book from your hands and mumbled “You must have forgotten about me, should I give you a reminder of my presence” He said before kissing you as a form of distraction.

By this point, he had you on all fours over his desk. The book you were reading was placed right in front of you.

He placed both hands on your waist before slowly sliding his cock into you. “You have a lot of nerve to ignore me, of all people, to read a romance novel.” You planted your head onto the pages while trying to not moan out loud out of fear that anyone outside would hear him.

Jing Yuan grabbed onto your hair to force you to keep your eyes on the book. “Since you want to keep reading so badly, then fortunately I'm giving you the chance to finish reading. Unfortunately, you need to read out loud or else I’m not letting you come.”

Sampo

Bro dead ass just spoils the book like genuinely what is wrong with him

You were cuddled up by your fireplace and fully immersed in the mystery novel you picked up. Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by a jingling sound coming from your door.

Before you could get up to investigate, your door slowly opened and your face morphed from fear to annoyance by the 6-foot purple haired thief trying to sneak into your apartment. “Hello love, it’s been a while huh” he smiled while nervously laughing and looking around. He was definitely on the run again. You rolled your eyes at him before opening your book again, “I’m not harboring a fugitive, so find someone else to harass Sampo”.

When you finished your sentence, you looked up to find him gone. He snuck up behind you and peered over your shoulder, “oh come on, I promise you if I’m caught that they won’t think we’re together”

“Out” you said while flipping the page. He sighed and lowered his shoulders while walking towards the window to escape. With one foot out the window he said “oh by the way, that book was pretty good, the twist where the butler and mistress framed the maid was crazy. I never saw it coming. Happy reading” he waved before jumping out. By the time Sampo was on the ground, all he could hear was the angry yelling coming from your open window.

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At ease, Captain Part 1

Erwin x Fem reader (black coded i guess? didn't really specify but its what i had in mind if you wanted to know)

Fluff, kissing

total word count: 2.4k

You were a captain of your own squad in the scout regiment and you worked hard to get that position. Just because you became captain did not mean you were going to slack off. Instead you worked even harder and your dedication and commitment caught Erwin, your commander’s attention. One day he called you to his office after a meeting. He spoke about his respect for your achievements and he said he needed your insight on a mission. “The Royal Government has been requesting for us to do recon work outside the walls.” Erwin explained to you while rolling out a map. “It’s a simple job to do but the regiment has been stretched thin ever since Wall Maria was breached. I’ve been trying to push back against them because we are still in the midst of training the new recruits but they’re staying firm about their decision. Any ideas?” You felt like he definitely already had one in mind but he was testing you for some reason. Call it a hunch or the amused glint in his eyes that disappeared in a second. 

You took in the information carefully and tried to think of a response “Sir, I believe that the best thing for us to do is to go along with their request but set up smaller bases closer to the walls. As for the new recruits, they have almost finished their training so you can try to negotiate a reasonable timeframe to the government on when we would start our expedition.” You spoke clearly with your head high. He mulled over your words and broke out into a small smile like he expected that exact response from you. “Thank you Captain, you’re dismissed.” After that day, he would call you into his office whenever he had the time. At first you only discussed regiment business but over the course of the passing weeks and months, you started discussing your personal lives. “Why did you join the corps?” He asked one day while gazing out of his window. You lifted your head in surprise at his question.

You had your head down while diligently writing a report to send to Commander Pixis. He turned to face you to listen to your response, giving you a look you couldn’t quite describe. Somewhere between somber and curiosity. “Oh..uh well I was mostly in it to get a cushy job doing patrol with the Military Police. But during my training I found I was good enough that I finished within the top 10 at graduation and in a very hasty decision I decided to join the corps.” He took a moment to ruminate over your words before giving a simple hum and turning back to the window. There were moments like this where you had no idea what was going on through his head. You would have given anything just for a second to understand what he was thinking about. Your close friendship made it harder for you to simply see him as your commander.

Of course he was attractive, but in the past it was okay to dismiss it or let the thought cross because you only saw him once in a while at a very far distance. But now, being in close proximity to him at all times made it harder for you to deny he was attractive. And the way he held himself, his entire demeanor just sparked something inside you. You felt your core get hot every time he made a grand speech to the scouts, or when he took control of the room during meetings when things would get too intense. Your thighs would inadvertently clench every time he spoke in that deep commanding tone. You could always feel your heartbeat quicken when he would gaze at you intensely. You thought you were good at keeping your feelings for him hidden until Levi and Petra called you out while you were cleaning the kitchen together. You were talking about members of the military and Erwin came up. “I mean yeah I trust him wholeheartedly and he has the most potential to help humanity advance against the titans. Also it’s nice to have a boss who actually listens to us.” You tried to maintain a tone of respect while talking about your commander. 

“Oh really, I was unsure if you still thought of him as our commander considering all you do is eyefuck him during every meeting.” Levi lowered his mask to make a quick jab at you before going back to dusting. You gaped at him before looking at Petra while she was giggling at his remark “sorry cap, you’re not as subtle as you thought you were.” You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes while trying to ignore the growing warmth on your cheeks. ”I do not eyefuck him, thank you very much. I look at him like everybody else” You aggressively set down a mug while glaring at the back of his head. “Hey, be careful with those. Don't take out your sexual frustration by destroying our cutlery.” Petra did her best to save the situation by stepping in and grabbing the second mug you finished cleaning before you could set it down again. “Hey now let's not fight, it's not that big of a deal trust me. You’re not the first to find him attractive and you won't be the last.” You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She was right and you appreciated her effort but that didn't make you feel better. You decided to drop the topic anyway to save yourself further embarrassment. 

After that debacle, you made sure your next cleaning shift WASN'T with Levi but you also became self-conscious about how Erwin perceived you. He was a very observant man, if Levi and Petra could tell then he definitely already knew. Every time you saw him, you headed in the other direction. It wasn’t like you were avoiding him...well actually yeah you were avoiding him. But you had good reason, you knew he was going to notice so you had a very limited time frame to think about what your next move would be. Later that week, you sat in your room pacing back and forth. At the moment, you had two options, make a bullshit excuse or come clean. The first option definitely wasn’t gonna work. You liked the state of your relationship and you knew how much Erwin valued honesty and trust. Lying straight to his face was a recipe for disaster. The best choice would just come clean about your inappropriate feelings for your boss and hopefully not get demoted while you still had your dignity.

You took a deep breath before opening your door ready to head to his office, unfortunately you didn’t need to walk that far. Actually, you didn’t need to walk at all. Erwin was standing right in front of your door, hands raised and ready to knock. Every thought you had about mending the situation escaped you in a millisecond and all you could do was stare at him with wide eyes and an empty head. “Captain” He raised an eyebrow at you, it had been a while since the two of you had spoken one on one and he wanted to ask you if everything was okay. “Sir” you automatically went into a salute. He acknowledged your gesture and gave you a look telling you to relax and although you lowered your hand, your body remained stiff. He gave a sigh before asking you “May I come in?” You stiffly moved away from the door to let him in. Erwin raised an eyebrow at your mechanical movements but he abstained from making a comment. When he walked in, he made his way towards a chair in front of a desk in your room. Even while sitting, he still looked bigger than you. Even though this was your own space, he made your room feel foreign. For a while no one spoke. You stared at the ground refusing to look up at him because you knew he was staring at you with that same intense gaze he used when he was strategizing. Before you could try to think up something to say, he interrupted your thoughts. “So I take it you have been avoiding me?” You almost got whiplash from the speed at which your head flipped up when you heard his question. He knew. “Well-um…it’s not- Listen sir” You quickly fumbled over your words. 

You wanted to cringe so badly at the foolishness that was being let out of your mouth, you didn't even want to think about the secondhand embarrassment your commander and current crush had to put up with from you at this moment. Every stutter and tremble in your voice made your heart race faster and faster. The butterflies you had in your stomach felt like angry wasps. He paused before getting up to walk towards you. “Captain, it’s okay. I know how you feel about me. I’m not going to discharge you.” You started to walk backwards while doing your best to countdown from 10 to calm yourself down. Although his words weren’t intimidating, his demeanor was. Erwin was the type of person to hold eye contact with you every time he spoke to anyone. Even in a situation like this, his slow steps paired with his stern demeanor activated your fight or flight response. Your thoughts were halted when you felt yourself hit the door. Even though you were rooted to your spot, he still continued to walk towards you until he stood right in front of you. “Thank you for not firing me, I promise this won’t impact my work ethic whatsoever.”

You nervously played with a braid in your hair while looking down. Erwin placed a finger under your chin and lifted it up to face him. He leaned his face closer to yours. You felt your mind start to get foggy, and your senses were flooded. The only thing that was clear to you was the man right in front of you, all you could hear and see was him. “Captain, when your commander is addressing you, you should be paying attention.” His voice was unusually soft but still clear; giving you no other choice but to face him while speaking. You tried to maintain eye contact with him but your gaze kept flickering to his lips.“Commander-“ you started to speak but were interrupted. “Call me Erwin” he murmured before gently placing his lips onto yours. His lips felt soft and inviting. You instantly felt the angry wasps in your stomach turn back into butterflies and you felt like you were on cloud 9. You were immediately brought back to earth when you felt him start to pull away. In a moment of panic you chased your lips to meet his. The feeling was so good you didn't want to end it just yet. Erwin felt you freeze up when he kissed you and thought maybe he came on too strong and tried to pull away to give you some space. Before he could step back and apologize for his actions, he felt your lips onto his in a split second. 

The moment you reciprocated the kiss, Erwin groaned loudly into your mouth and it was the hottest thing you ever heard. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your bodies as close as he could. You both relished in the feel of each other’s bodies. It had been a while since you had been with someone, and an even longer while since you had kissed like this. Because of this you tried to not overthink your movements but that task became more difficult as time passed. Erwin felt you start to second guess yourself and decided to change tactics. Your thought process was instantly broken when you felt his tongue trace your bottom lip, a silent way of asking you to open your mouth, you gladly accepted. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let out a soft whimper at the feeling of him skillfully swiping his tongue around your mouth. You had been going for so long that your lungs were begging for you to take another breath. In the split second you pulled away to take a breath of air you were brought back to reality of the situation. You were currently in your bedroom making out with your commander who you were still unsure of if he liked you back or not. 

Erwin smirked when he noticed you breathing heavily and felt confident enough to continue his movements. He decided to give your lips (and lungs) a break and set his sights on your bare neck. He peppered a trail of wet kisses starting from your jaw and moved down to your collarbone. You moaned at his endless assault on your neck. “Erwin, wait” you whined. You latched onto his neatly parted hair and gave a weak attempt at pushing him off of you. He didn't budge however and all you heard was him softly chuckle into your neck. “We really should talk about this” you managed to heave out. You felt like your blood was on fire and it took every muscle in your arms to push him away. You managed to keep him at an arm's distance “You know how I feel but you haven’t given me an answer yet on how you feel.” Before he could give an answer you heard a knock on the door. “Captain, Sasha got caught hoarding potatoes again”  In the span of a couple of seconds you watched Erwin shift back into his commander mode. You cleared your throat “Three laps around the base” Erwin raised an eyebrow at your soft approach to discipline. “And one- uh two weeks doing mess hall cleanup” you waited in bated breath as you heard the footsteps start to disappear away from the door. Slowly opening the door, you looked out into the hallway. “All clear” you whispered to him. He walked past you and stopped at the door frame. “Lunch in my office tomorrow?” He phrased it as a question but because he was still in work mode so it sounded more like an order. “Wouldn't miss it” you smiled.

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𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 | galaxy.

okey, I love this set so much, I’m so happy with it. I love all things space and stars and galaxy related. I have many colour sets coming so keep an eye out for those ! i really like what i did here ahahahah. 🤍🤍🤍

colours : 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / 006 / 007 / 008 / 009

feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit 〜

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Sitting at my desk cackling thinking about Diluc in Sumeru. I love him but boy would burn

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ೃ❤⁀➷ Maybe you can create one

MY FIRST POST OMG

I had to start with a cuestionable draft, of course lol

English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistake 😭

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Summary. Mikasa has been your best friend for so many years, almost the same amount of time since her big crush on Eren started. She's always blushing and getting shy when he gets near, so you try to help your friend trying to make a small talk with him at a party at her house but...

Content Warning. fem reader, smut, dirty talk, degradation, mentions of betrayal, oral (f. receiving), creampie, rough sex, slight choking I guess?, unrequited love, mirror sex.

Words count. 1,734.

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You shouldn't be here.

Your mouth shouldn't be moaning his name like a prayer.

He's Mikasa's crush. Like. Her fucking lifelong crush.

And she's also your best friend. This is all wrong.

And yet, you are here tightening your grip on Eren's hair to keep him close while his face sinks under your skirt and his tongue licks your clit in circles as his two long fingers get inside you, curling and getting a sharp moan from you that echoes in the small bathroom.

"Shhh!" Eren hisses against your clit, sending shivers through your spine because of the feeling of his breath vibrating against your tortured clit "You don't want your best friend to find me eating you out on her bathroom, or do you?"

You shake your head in desperation, he chuckles in response before sucking on your sensitive bud again, making you hold the counter and lean your back on it because your legs are so weak right now.

This started with an innocent talk in the kitchen with you taking the chance to give him a good impression of your friend to him so they can finally start dating and she stops telling you everyday her discourse about how Eren is so nice and gentle with everyone. 

Or she thinks so.

"Come on, be a good fucking slut and cum in my mouth, baby" His fingers get a faster pace, causing you to cover your mouth firmly while the biggest orgasm in your life hits you. 

He's being everything but gentle right now, he removed his deadly fingers to start devouring your cunt like a hungry man, trying to take every drop of your juices.

Maybe it was in the two or three shots that you both drank playing as an icebreaker, maybe it was in his teasing jokes that you had to answer back more wisely. 

Maybe it was in the intense makeout that you were having on her couch just before she arrived with more drinks and friends of yours behind her.

Her sweet smile and small blush when she saw Eren, trying to make small talk with him without getting nervous was the top of your guilt. You swore to yourself that kissing Eren was a mistake from alcohol and you'd better stay away from him for the rest of the night.

Or not.

Eren gets up from his knees to grab your face firmly and bring you into a messy kiss. His lips taste a little different since he was just eating you out a minute ago, but the arousal plus to his experienced lips makes it all feel so good. 

Even the fact of betraying your best friend right now.

One of your hands grabs his neck firmly to keep kissing him while the other caresses from his firm chest to his abs and finally reaches the hard bulge on his pants, touching it above the clothes, winning a hard groan from him against your lips.

His hand quickly grabs your neck, putting a considerable pressure on it that makes you look up at him, but still lets you breathe slightly. Fuck, the wetness in your cunt is growing by just his touch.

"You fucking need my cock, huh?" He whispers with a husky voice against your face, looking down at you with a lustful gaze that makes you shiver "You're so needy for a good dick filling you up. So needy that you go for your best friend crush, huh?"

"Yes... I'm so needy for you, Eren" His dirty talk is hypnotizing you, the way he degrades you, chokes you and grinds his knee between your legs in your wet entrance is making you so submissive to him. "Eren, please... Fuck me now"

He chuckles, turning you to face the mirror while he starts kissing your neck while he forces your face to keep looking at your reflection so fucked out.

"Look at that, so horny for me, only for me right?"

You nod desperately, he snorts and pushes your back to make you bend in the counter. He unties his belt and pulls down his jeans to let his aching dick hit his stomach, leaking with precum from all the pre-game and so hard for feeling you finally.

He starts rubbing it in your entrance, making you hiss in annoyance while you push your ass against his hips to feel him more.

"Please, just put it in" You aren't usually this submissive but all this guilt between the arousal that makes you beg for him so easily. "Please, I need you filling me up, Eren"

Maybe begging for it makes you feel like you're not the only one doing something wrong.

"Oh, you need me? How much, baby?" He starts pushing his dick inside you without previous warning, covering your mouth quickly while he leans closer into your ear to groan while he pushes farther "Tell me now, gorgeous. Let's sin properly, okay?"

His length enters completely in you, making you swear in the low when he pulls almost out to thrust completely with a slow peace. He's not being gentle, he's not waiting for you to adapt to his size.

He's torturing you to turn you into a hot mess.

Your hand stamps against the mirror for support when you start to push your ass against his hips to get more, a soft sound of clapping echoes on the bath when your movements against him get more insisting.

"M-More, need so fucking more, Eren..." The words come out in a soft whimper, feeling his hands grabbing your sides to hold your waist to keep your skirt on there to give him a nice view of your ass recoil when he hits you. He groans deeply before spanking you to receive a desperate moan from you. "F-Fuck... Fuck me, please..."

He smiles at your fucked reflection before holding tight your hips and start slamming almost aggressively his hips against you. 

"So fucking good... Let your friends hear how much of a whore you are "His words have a deep impact on you when he starts hitting the sweet spot inside you.

Even if you keep covering your mouth to hold the moan, the door clearly can't contain the loud sound of skin slapping against each other followed by Eren groans and praises.

You hope that the loud music downstairs can't let them hear anything coming from the bathroom. And what makes you feel worse is not the fact that someone could catch you. Is actually the way your hips move forward for more, the fact that you're loving the way he takes you.

You look up a little to see the reflection of his sweaty face looking at the mess that you became: messy hair, swollen lips and your eyelids half open because of the small tears forming on your eyes. 

You look so fucked out and he loves it, he wants more. So much more than taking you in this small bathroom.

His thrusts start to get messier and rougher when he moans in the low, feeling how your cunt starts to tighten around him.

"Milking my cock, baby? Don't tell me that you want me to breed you, is that so?" He struggles to talk too, he's holding his climax too, waiting for you to cum with him.

Kissing your best friend's crush? That's low.

Fucking with him in her bathroom? That's worse. 

But, letting him cum inside you? There's no words for that.

But maybe you can create one.

You nod desperately, holding the bath counter with your life while he deepens his cock inside you so roughly that your cries can't be completely hidden with your hand when the climax hits you. 

Your tears of pleasure come out while you keep moaning in your hand as Eren keeps thrusting a little more while his warm cum fills you up.

You both breathe heavy after the hard orgasm you just had, trying to stabilize your breathings. Soft whimpers escape from your mouth when he pulls out of you, letting you feel the weakness on your legs followed by the sensation of a hot liquid leaking on your thighs.

You stumble a little trying to stand up and straighten on the counter, Eren quickly grabs your arms to hold you, chuckling slightly.

"You're so weak. Let me help you"

Even though his teasing, he laughs genuinely when he fixes his belt and pulls up his zipper to knee in front of you and helps you put your panties on again and fixes your clothes to not look so shriveled. You feel a little too spoiled, but even if you wanted to do it your trembling legs wouldn't have let you.

Once he finishes, he stands up in front of you holding your waist to keep you close while you mumble a soft 'Thank you'.

“Did it felt good?” Asks softly, caressing your waist with his thumbs.

No.

No.

It shouldn’t.

Even if you enjoyed it, you should say no and dump him.

“Yeah…” You answer in a soft whisper, so calm and relaxed “It felt so good…”

You keep like that just looking at each other smiling for some seconds until the music downstairs suddenly stops, warning you both and making you break the embrace to clear your throats and get outside the bath.

Carefully to not get noticed, you both sneak out downstairs to pretend like nothing happened. When you both are laughing getting inside the kitchen, you bump into Mikasa who was about to walk out of it.

"Guys! Where have you been?" Her cheeks blush immediately after hinting Eren's chest accidentally.

"Oh... We were just... Talking, outside. Maybe that's because you haven't seen us in a while" You answer with a knob on your throat.

Such a lame excuse for someone who has his cum pooling on your panties right now.

But still, she nods understandably while Eren excuses himself to reunite with Armin in the living room. Winking at you once he’s behind Mikasa and causing a mess on your stomach.

She doesn't seem any suspicious about your words. Fuck, she really trusts in you.

When she pulls you inside the kitchen all excited to ask what you were talking about, asking if you mentioned her, you can't help but bite your tongue when your words come out.

"Yeah... We talked a lot about you"

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insatiable desires pt. 1

leon s. kennedy x f. reader

warning: EXTREMELY DARK SMUT. NONCON, DUBCON, CNC. possessive behavior. praise & degradation. master-pet/slave relationship, size kink, corruption kink, jealousy, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, tummy bulge, dacryphilia, slight bdsm, hair pulling, slapping, spanking, brat taming, dumbification, manipulation, overstimulation, marking, love bites, branding scare.

this part is purely smut and i guess a bit of introduction to their relationship (?), the plot and story begin in part 2.

(not proofread & lowercase intended)

note: the following content contains explicit and adult-oriented language and themes. this piece is fictional and solely intended for the reader's satisfaction and imagination. the author does NOT condone or endorse any real-life activities that may be depicted. reader discretion is advised. mdni.

please bear with me for a bit, as i haven't written for a while. however, i intend to improve my writing with every part of this series.

you've tried everything. exploring every possibility in your relentless pursuit of pleasure, yet it remains unfulfilled. you want—no, you need the real thing — a real cock. not a cold silicone dildo or a vibrator but a genuine connection with a man who can satiate your deepest desires. someone who not only comprehends the hidden desires that you are yet to find in the corners of your mind, but also your current fantasies. a man of experience, confidence, and the ability to surpass your expectations, while respecting your boundaries and limitations.

driven by this longing, you made a bold decision one fateful day. you set your sights on a formidable individual, a man whose reputation precedes him. with unwavering determination, you sought to approach leon kennedy, a figure who held the key to unlocking your satisfaction, as they say.

and so, he invited you to his penthouse, seated comfortably behind his wide desk, he reclined his swivel chair. his piercing blue eyes alternated between the document resting before him and the person who stood before him—you.

leon smirks, leaning back further in his chair, his fingers steepled together. his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, his voice smooth and confident. "let's go over the agreed-upon rules one last time." he reaches forward, picking up the paper and clearing his throat before reading out loud.

rule number one: you will address me as "master " at all times, without exception. disobedience will result in punishment.

rule number two: your body is mine to do as i please. you will obey any and all orders given to you immediately and without question. failure to do so will result in punishment.

rule number three: you are to be completely submissive and obedient at all times. any displays of resistance or defiance will be met with consequences.

rule number four: trust and honesty are crucial. you will communicate your desires, limits, and boundaries clearly and openly.

rule number five: "red" will be our safe word, a word that will signify the need for an immediate halt to any activities. and for situations when you cannot speak, a double tap from you shall serve as your signal for me to cease.

rule number six: consent is given and assumed between us. we have entered into this agreement willingly and with a clear understanding of the dynamics at play.

rule number seven: any physical marks or bruises left on your body will be solely at my discretion. i may use them as a reminder of your submission and my ownership.

rule number seven: you will wear the collar i have provided you with at all times when we are together. it symbolizes your submissive status.

rule number eight: aftercare is of utmost importance. i will provide care and comfort after each session, tending to your physical and emotional needs.

rule number nine: limits and hard boundaries will be respected. any acts or requests beyond those limits will not be entertained.

rule number ten: discretion is crucial. our arrangement and any activities that occur between us will remain strictly between us.

rule number eleven: i shall provide for you as long as our contract is in effect.

rule number twelve: communication is key. if at any time you have concerns, questions, or suggestions, you are to bring them to my attention.

rule number thirteen: exclusivity is expected. you will be mine and mine alone. you will not engage in any form of sexual activity with others without my explicit permission.

rule number fourteen: this agreement is subject to periodic review and amendments as we see fit, but any changes must be agreed upon by both parties.

rule number fifteen: above all, remember that your role is to serve and please me. your submission and obedience will be rewarded, but disobedience will not go unpunished."

leon finishes reading the rules and proceeds to enlighten you now with the punishments in order for disobedience and failure to follow the contract. the severity of the punishments depends on the nature of the transgression.

"for minor offenses, i may choose to administer a spanking, using my hand or other implements of your choosing. a whip, a belt, or even a paddle. the sting and the marks they leave will surely remind you of your place.

for more grave offenses, i might decide to deny you pleasure, subjecting you to a period of denial and frustration. teasing you, torturing you with pleasure until the brink, only to leave you unsatisfied.

for severe transgressions, humiliation. i will expose your deepest, darkest secrets, making you feel vulnerable and exposed. in front of me, or perhaps even in front of others, if i deem it necessary. the shame you feel will be a harsh reminder of your place.

another form of punishment i enjoy is forced orgasm. i will push you to your limits, overstimulating your body with pleasure until you are begging for mercy. but i will continue, without pause, until you are broken, trembling, and completely at my mercy."

and, of course, there is always the option of physical pain. whether it be through flogging, caning, or even more extreme methods, like branding.

the act of marking you permanently, etching my ownership into your very flesh. it would serve as a stark reminder of your place and your commitment to our contract. for the location, i have chosen the upper back, just below the neck. it is a prominent yet easily concealable area, allowing you to exhibit your mark when desired or to hide it under clothing when necessary."

"as for the design, a simple symbol of my choosing will suffice. an intricate "L" intertwined with a fierce dragon, symbolizing power, dominance, and the unbreakable bond between master and slave." leon's voice lowers, his gaze intensifying as he locks eyes with you.

"and now, the method. we shall proceed with scarification, using a heated branding iron. the sensation of searing pain, the sizzle of flesh meeting metal, will etch the memory of my ownership permanently into your being."

setting the paper back down on the desk and swiftly sliding it across the table towards you. he studies your face carefully, waiting for your response.

after thoroughly reviewing the contract and deeming it satisfactory, a surge of confidence coursed through your veins. without hesitation, you grabbed the pen from his desk, eager to finalize the deal with a flourish of your signature.

"done."

without wasting another precious moment, leon reached for his desk, deftly pulling open a drawer to reveal a thick and vibrant pink collar. with a determined gaze, he rose to his feet.

his fingers idly toying with the collar's texture as he approached you. then he pressed his lips tenderly against your forehead, a gesture filled with affection and a hint of dominance. it sent shivers down your spine, amplifying the anticipation that already hung in the air.

circling behind you, his hand delicately brushed your hair over your shoulder. with a confident yet gentle touch, he wrapped the collar around your neck, securing it in place. the buckle clicked, its snugness striking the perfect balance between leaving a mark and allowing you to breathe freely.

"who owns you, pretty thing? tell me,"

"you do, master. all for you."

"mmm, such sweet devotion," leon purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction as his hands trailed down your body, his touch both possessive and tender. he gripped your waist firmly, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to elicit a gasp from your lips.

leaning in, his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, his voice a low, velvety whisper. "you belong to me now. your body, your pleasure, all for me." his words sent a jolt of desire coursing through your veins, your body growing more submissive under his commanding presence.

leon slowly guided you towards the bed, his hands never leaving your body. he sat down on the edge, his gaze fixed on you with hunger in his eyes. "strip for me, pet. show me what's mine," he commanded, his voice laced with an intoxicating blend of authority and desire.

your hands shook slightly as you began to undress, the vulnerability and anticipation electrifying every movement. leon's eyes drank in the sight of you, his gaze washing over your exposed skin, appreciating every curve and contour. his lips curled into a wicked smile, his own arousal evident.

as you stood before him, bare and vulnerable, leon's hand snapped out, the sound of a sharp slap resounding through the room. a mixture of pain and pleasure ignited within you, your body responding to the delightful sting. "you've been such a good pet, haven't you?" he taunted, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "but we're just getting started."

without warning, his hand tangled in your hair, roughly pulling you towards him. his lips claimed yours in a fierce and possessive kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he explored the depths of your mouth. the taste of him consumed you, his taste lingering on your tongue as you gasped for breath.

breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged. "you're mine, and i'm going to make sure you never forget who you belong to," he growled, before pushing you back onto the bed, positioning himself above you.

leon's lips crashed into yours once again, the hunger and desire intensifying with each passing second. his hands roamed your body, exploring every inch with a possessive grip. as your tongues danced together, the room filled with the sound of your muffled moans, consumed by your shared lust.

his fingers trailed down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. with a firm yet gentle grip, he squeezed your ass, the sting of the slap still lingering on your skin. "you like it rough, don't you? tell me," he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and eagerness.

a shuddering breath escaped your lips as you mustered the words, your voice a mere whisper. "y-yes, master. want it as rough as you want," you admitted, your submission fueling the fire within him.

in response, he threw you onto the bed. leon gripped your wrists and pinned them above your head, holding them firmly in place. his kisses descended from your lips, trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of love bites and marks in his wake. the combination of pleasure and pain sent waves of electricity through your body, leaving you trembling with anticipation.

his hand slipped between your thighs, teasing your slick folds with his fingers. with a wicked smirk, he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "do you want me to claim you, pet? to make you mine in every way?" he murmured, his voice laced with a sadistic edge.

desire surged through your veins as you nodded eagerly, your voice barely above a whisper. "y-yes, make me yours completely," you pleaded, your words punctuated by a moan as his fingers slipped inside you, expertly exploring your depths.

leon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt your wetness coating his fingers. he moved them in a slow and calculated manner, curling them to find that sweet spot that would elicit delicious moans from your lips. each movement of his hand was designed to bring you pleasure, to make you crave more.

keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pulled his fingers out, only to thrust them back in, setting a rhythm that matched the growing heat between you. each stroke was deliberate, leaving you on the precipice of pleasure, but never quite pushing you over.

his voice was a commanding whisper as he spoke, hot breath cascading over your ear. "so obedient and responsive," he growled, his voice dripping with authority. his fingers quickened their pace, plunging deep into your core, causing you to arch your back in pleasure.

leon's smoldering eyes bore into yours, relishing in the sight of your submission. he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to hit your most sensitive spot. your moans filled the room, echoing the pleasure that surged through your body like an electric current.

with a flick of his wrist, he removed his fingers from your dripping entrance, making you whimper in need. he brought them up to your lips, the scent of your arousal filling your nostrils as he traced your lips with his fingertips. "open," he commanded, his tone demanding your unquestioning obedience.

as your mouth opened, he slid his fingers inside, fully coating them with your taste. "suck them clean, pet," he ordered, his voice laced with the promise of retribution if you disobeyed. without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them, cleaning off every drop of your essence.

satisfied with your obedience, leon withdrew his fingers from your mouth, a glimmer of sadistic pleasure dancing in his eyes. "perfectly made just for me," he declared, his voice filled with lust and dominance.

a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding through metal sending a shiver down your spine. holding the belt firmly in his hand, he let the leather coil against his palm before he loomed above you.

his strong hands gripped your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. "you're going to feel every strike of this belt," he warned, his voice filled with a mix of authority and sadistic pleasure. yet, he paused. "color."

"g-green."

without further delay, leon brought down the belt, the leather hitting the exposed skin of your backside with a resounding crack. the sting and burn left you breathless, each strike toeing the line between pleasure and pain. your moans filled the room as he continued his relentless assault, marking your skin with red welts that matched his voracious desire.

he leaned in closer, his voice husky and dominant. "such a good girl," he praised, his lips brushing against your ear. "you're already so wet for me, so eager and ready to get fucked rough."

he released his pulsing cock from his pants, his touch sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through him. his hand moved with a purpose, stroking his length firmly, the sight and sound of his hand gliding along his throbbing shaft filling the room.

leon's cock throbbed in his hand, the veins pulsating with anticipation. each stroke elicited a soft grunt of pleasure from his lips, his grip tightening around his shaft. it was a sight to behold, his arousal on full display.

with a teasing smirk, he pressed just the tip inside, relishing in the way you gasped and writhed beneath him. "you want it, don't you, pet? beg for it," he commanded, his voice a low growl of dominance.

an intense desire coursed through you, driving you to please him even further. "please, n-need you inside me, master," you pleaded, your voice dripping with desperation.

leon's dominance ignited within him. before you could prepare yourself, he shifted his body, his throbbing length pressing against your slick fold and without warning, he thrust himself inside you with a forceful intensity. pleasure mixed with pain as your body adjusted to his size, and a guttural growl escaped his throat. he set a rhythm, his movements powerful and relentless, his grip on your hips leaving bruises in his wake.

you gasped loudly, your hands gripping the bedsheets, nails digging into the fabric. "o-oh fuck, leon," you moaned breathlessly, your voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surprise.

suddenly, leon's hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the impact echoing in the room. the sting of the slap sent a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through your body, a reminder of your place and the rules you should follow.

"address me properly, pet," he growled, his voice filled with a potent mix of warning and desire.

tears glistened in your eyes as the pain radiated through your ass, your skin tingling from the impact. "i-i'm sorry, master," you whimpered, your voice laced with both regret and desire. "please, forgive me."

leon's hand ghosted gently over the now reddened flesh, his touch contrasting the previous harshness. "you know better," he chided softly, his tone a twisted blend of affection and dominance.

with a shift of his hips, he resumed his forceful thrusts, his cock pounding into you with a relentless pace. each stroke brought a mix of sensations driving you further into submission. as your body trembled against him, you vowed to never forget his title again.

leon smirked, relishing in the sight of your desperate and needy state. "hm... you liked that, didn't you?" he taunted, his voice filled with a mix of sadistic pleasure and satisfaction. "of course you do, fucking slut."

with each forceful thrust, he drove himself deeper inside you, hitting all the right spots. his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he claimed you completely. his body moved with calculated precision, his hips meeting yours with an insatiable hunger for dominance.

the sound of skin slapping against skin resonated through the room, the bed creaking beneath you. your moans filled the air, mixing with his growls of satisfaction. his relentless pace pushed you to the edge, your body trembling with pleasure as you clung to the brink of release.

but leon wasn't done with you yet. with a sudden change in position, he flipped you onto your back. "now you're going to take it just how i want," he hissed, his voice laced with a sadistic edge.

his free hand moved to your throat, hand gripping the collar firmly but not enough to cut off your oxygen. "look at me," he commanded, his eyes locked with yours. "i want to see you. look at me in the eyes as i claim you as mine. fill you up with my seed, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"y-yes!" you exclaim in ecstasy, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

as your eyes met, he could see the hunger, the desperation reflected in your gaze. his hand traveled up to your face, his thumb brushing gently against the corner of your eye, capturing a tear. he brought his thumb to his lips, his gaze never leaving yours as he licked it clean, savoring the taste of your submission.

"there it is... such a beautiful sight," he murmured darkly, his voice filled with a mix of lust and superiority. your tears only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more frenzied.

leon's thumb found your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive nub, sending pleasure coursing through your veins. the combination of his skilled fingers and the overwhelming pleasure he's forcing onto your body had you on the brink of release, your breaths coming in sharp gasps.

his hand released your throat and trailed down, his fingers tracing a path along your collarbone until they reached your pert breasts. with a firm grip, he kneaded them, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh, relishing in the way they filled his hands.

with a smirk, he leaned down and took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with an irresistible intensity. his tongue swirled around your sensitive bud, creating delicious friction that made you arch your back in pleasure. he alternated between gentle and rough bites, leaving love bites in his wake. the mix of pain and pleasure sent shivers down your spine, igniting a primal need within you.

"m-more, master," unable to hold back any longer, you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair, encouraging him to take more of you. the sensations were overwhelming, a perfect blend that brought you closer to the edge.

he couldn't resist the urge to give you a sharp bite, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of your breast which sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, earning a yelp from your trembling lips. his hot breath ghosted over the bite mark as he murmured, "beautiful."

his mouth left a trail of wet kisses and love bites along your chest, marking you as his possession. he could sense your desire building once again, your body begging for release under his touch.

with a sinful smirk, he released your breasts from his mouth. his fingers circling your nipples, tugging on them lightly before sliding down your body to grip your thigh. hoisting your leg over his shoulder to grant him deeper access and allow him to pound into you harder.

with half-lidded eyes, you gaze at leon, intrigued by his furrowed brows and the intensity of his gaze fixed on your lower region rather than your face. leon's thumb grazed against the bulge in your lower abdomen, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. his teasing caress only heightened your desire, leaving you yearning for more of his delicious domination.

he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered huskily, "seeing my cock bulge reminds me that you exist to serve me. you are mine, my plaything. every thrust, every swell of my cock inside you... it's a constant reminder of how deeply you've submitted to me."

with a swift motion, he thrust his hips forward, driving his bulging cock deeper into you, aching against every inch of your inner walls. the sensation was both pleasurable and torturous, a sweet torment that left you craving more of his merciless control.

"do you like feeling that bulge, my pet?" he asked, his voice laced with satisfaction. "does it make you feel owned, completely at my mercy? my cock stretching you, filling you, pushing you to your limits."

leon smirked at your trembling form, relishing the power he held over you. he firmly guided your hand to press against the bulge on your stomach, ensuring you felt every pulsation and throb of his cock as it filled you completely.

"such a good girl," he praised, his voice laced with wicked satisfaction. "feel that? feel how deeply i'm inside you? the proof of our connection lies right here."

he tightened his grip on your hand, making sure you couldn't pull away, as he thrust his hips forward, causing his cock to press even harder against your hand. every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you, reinforcing the intoxicating control he had over your body.

"you'll take everything i give you, won't you? every drop of my seed belongs inside you, isn't that right?" he commanded, his voice filled with sadistic delight. "but not just yet, pet. you don't get to cum until i give you permission."

with that, leon withdrew his slightly, a sadistic smile crept across leon's lips as he held himself still, teasing you with just the tip of his hardened length. he savored the sight of your desperation, relishing in your need for him to fill you completely once more.

your whine of frustration and need only fueled his sadistic delight. with a cruel twist of his hips, he pushed himself deep into you once again, his length plunging into your eager depths. the sudden fullness made you gasp, a mixture of pleasure and relief flooding your senses.

but just as quickly as he had given you what you craved, he pulled back, leaving only the head of his cock inside you. a whimper escaped your lips, the anticipation and desire consuming your thoughts.

he studied you, his gaze hungry and possessive, as he reached down to brush his thumb against your swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm and gasp.

he shifted his rhythm, alternating between deep, agonizing thrusts and shallow, teasing motions. the anticipation and frustration built within you, driving you to the brink of insanity. your body writhed beneath him, involuntarily seeking the release it so desperately needed.

leon began to thrust slowly, torturing you with every languid movement, pushing you to the edge of orgasm only to deny it. he wanted to see you quivering with need, desperate and helpless under his dominant control.

leon was merciless. he reveled in your torment, denying you the climax you longed for, pushing you to the edge and then pulling back. his eyes danced with sadistic delight as he watched the desperation and need etched on your face.

"master, please," you pleaded, your voice filled with desperation. "i'll do anything. please let me cum."

"no, pet," he sneered mockingly, his tone dripping with authority. "you do not get to cum until i allow it. and i must say, i'm quite enjoying watching you squirm and beg for it."

he continued his calculated torture, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each torturous stroke. your body trembled, juices dripping down your thighs as you teetered on the precipice of release.

submissively, you spread your legs wider, silently offering more of yourself to him. you desperately hoped that your actions would be enough to convince him. finally, when he deemed you had suffered enough, leon's rhythm shifted once more. his movements became rough and forceful, pushing you over the edge.

each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your walls tightening around his thick cock. you could feel him deep inside you, his size filling you to the brim.

as your body quivered beneath him, on the precipice of release, he continued his ruthless assault. your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you tumbled over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm. the waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath his dominating presence.

"l-leon!" you cried out his name, your pleasure mingling with his dominance, creating a symphony of ecstasy.

as your body shuddered and twitched beneath him, leon continued his relentless rhythm, prolonging the blissful torture. with a groan, leon reached his peak. he buried himself deep within you, emptying his hot essence deep into your waiting womb. you felt the pulsations of his release, his thick, potent seed filling you completely.

his eyes boring into yours as he slowly pulled out, relishing the way your body clenched around him leaving you feeling empty and yearning for more. the mixture of his cum and your juices dripped down your ass, a reminder of the intensity of your encounter.

leon's lips curled into a dark, satisfied smile as he scooped up the small amount of leaked cum and pushed it back inside you. his finger slid in smoothly, the wetness mixing with your own arousal. "don't waste a single drop of your master's cum, pet," he whispered throatily, his voice filled with a possessive hunger. feeling the tightness of your walls around his digits, he slowly withdrew his fingers.

leaning in close, he gently wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of his hand, his touch both comforting and possessive. "mmm, such a good pet," he purred, his voice laced with mocking affection. "i can see it in your eyes, how eager you are to please me. those tears only make it more enticing. you crave my approval, don't you?"

he caressed your cheek with a gentle touch. "and you'll do anything for my praise, won't you, my little slave? you'll endure pain, pleasure, and humiliation just to hear those words of approval spill from my lips."

a smug grin on his face as he watched your teary, half-lidded eyes and obedient nod. he studied you, his gaze hungry and possessive, as he reached down to brush his thumb against your swollen clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm and gasp.

"mine."

[wonhoscumrag]

i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

— ( STUFFED! )

༉‧₊˚. — pairing: cowboy!reiner x fem!reader

༉‧₊˚. — synopsis: reiner just can’t control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of his seed?

༉‧₊˚. — contains: ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, cowboy!reiner, fem!reader (black coded), established relationship, reiner has a (big fat) breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, all characters are adults, explicit language, minors shoo!

༉‧₊˚. — moni’s note: it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it back onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering back at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking the week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 

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size kink with miguel 👀

yes, nonnie, of course.

edit: bro, i'm sorry, this got away from me...

cw: smut (18+), size kink, somnophilia, oral (m-recieving), dry (wet?) humping, the big stretch™️, crying ;-;, finger riding, teasing/edging, free-use (miguel hehe), piv, tummy bulge, overstimulation, cockwarming, uhhh i think that's it???

miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.

he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.

he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.

though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.

he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.

he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.

you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.

of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.

miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.

he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.

he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.

when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.

he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.

even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.

<cw: somnophilia>

sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.

you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.

UM ANYWAY-- 🫠👀

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Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

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➔﹒Tutor with benefits..? ♡⤸

Pairing/trope — Nerd! Armin x Fem! Reader. (Fwb) —⁠☆

Synopsis — Late night Italian lessons with Armin always manage to turn into something steamy, thank goodness you've seem to retain the information, otherwise you wouldn't understand his sweet whispers.

Cw— Porn without plot! (Mdni), Reader has stretch marks, Reader has a tattoo on her back, backshots, daddy kink, Italian! Armin + he speaks in Italian, profanity, cocky Armin, slight ass play, this mf just loves your ass okay + aftercare somewhat.

Word count 968 + 13 paragraphs.

creds —⁠☆ @/cafekitsune

Thinking about Nerd! Armin, giving you deep back shots late at night in his dorm. Your rose manicured nails dug into his off-white, now ruffled sheets as your loose, rich gold bracelet fell onto it. "Armin, baby, it's so big I can't—" you cried out, alternating between begging Armin for more and whining about how huge he is.

"Yeah? I know you, can take it, mia bella." Armin cooed, praising you, while rubbing the skin of the butterfly tattoo you have on your back, matching perfectly with your gorgeous arch. Shivers trickled down your spine at the feeling of his bitterly cold silver watch contrasting against your warm oven-baked skin as Armin's right hand caressed your waist, swiftly slamming his dick into your hypnotizing velvet pussy, which has you screaming his name into the pillows.

Armin stared at your butt decorated with hot pink lacey panties that were pushed to the side. He gave a sly grin to what he was about to do before he slipped a thumb into your ass, chuckling at how loud you squealed "Armin!", To him, it sounded like angelic screams. He was thirsty to make you cum again, something about you leaving a mess on his dick made him go wild.

He knew you were close by the way your moans began to grow deafening, piercing through his soul. The way your warmth hugged his dick so tight while his skin slapped against yours as he pounded into your greedy cunt, creating ocean waves of ripples on your ass, unable to help but whimper when Armin gave into his urges of smacking the fat of your ass, giggling at how it caused your ass to jiggle more, leaving him to smack it continuously to his surprise, awakening something inside him.

"Fuck— daddy..." You slipped out, dragging on your words, as your mind turned into mush from the fast, deep strokes you took from your tutor. Neither of you cared how long you've been going at it— hours upon hours now—you both just wanted an excuse to feel each other's bodies, and at this point not even super glue could unstick the two of you.

"Say that again, angel." Armin demanded in a low, lustful tone his glasses sealed with fogginess, bordering at the tip of his nose, as he spanked your ass repeatedly like a brand new drum given and personalized especially for him. His left hand pushed your back even further into the mattress, awaiting a response back.

You gasped for air breathlessly as Armin's cock sat snugly far into your body's sweet spots each moment, making it harder for you to contain yourself, allowing another sob to break past your lips "Ngh, daddyyy..." You didn't mind what Armin's orders were; as long as you were absolutely full of his dick, you'd succumb to any commands he threw at you.

Armin let you rock back against him, grinding your skin into his, observing as you took control for a brisk minute. "That's it, baby," he heaved, his chest rapidly rising up and down like the yellow morning sun while his pillowy fingertips began to trace over your gorgeous stretch marks, finding true ethereal beauty in your natural body. "Così carina." Armin's words kissed your skin, making you sweep out a soft, weak smile into the wrinkled sheets.

So much in awe how much cream your heated pussy left on his dick he was desperate for more of it. Making you cum was like a badge of honor to him that he wore with an exceedingly stupendous amount of pride. Armin hammered into you powerfully enough to send you over the edge; his tip brushed against your cervix, forcing you to go limp arms too unstable to hold yourself up any longer, leaving your hands busy to clutching the sheets as if they were trying to escape from you.

Your orgasm hit you like a harsh solid, boulder as overwhelming pleasure washed over your body like exhilarated ocean waves eager to catch the sand as your legs shook vigorously as if it were an unstable bridge. Streams of curses fell out the edge of your lips. "Shit, shit, shit, 'Min please, I'm gonna cum, I'm coming...!!"

A flirty, devilish smile graced Armin's lips as he opened his mouth, letting his silky voice fuel your orgasm "Cum sulla mia cazzo, cosa dolce." He erotically insisted in between shaky breaths; thankfully, those Italian lessons with Armin became very useful at the moment, because you did exactly as told, whimpering as you left a thick ring of gooey white cream at the base of his shaft "God, Y/n you came so much. I make you feel so good, huh?" He questioned you, his mind completely fuzzy with cockiness.

"Mhm, you fuck me so well, 'min...!" Your words softly chimed back at him, telling him what you wanted and needed him to hear, biting your lip while you felt Armin's dick twitch inside you after some more thrusts chasing his own orgasm. "Cum in me, Armin; I'm on the pill, darling." You happily encouraged delighted to be bred by him. Nobody had to tell Armin twice as he instantly released every last drop of cum he had into your pussy, enough to make you full, pulling out to watch both of your fluids mix together ooze out of your sore hole.

Nerd! Armin, who splashes you with all the compliments in the world, painting every square and inch of your skin with a swarm of kisses as your loving smile hugged his heart, making the dull room colorful. He wrapped his arms around your skin, cuddling with you until you were ready to get cleaned up. Although the two of you were just friends, Armin still made an effort to make you feel loved, even after sex.

Italian translations below...

Mia bella → my beautiful.

Così carina → so pretty.

Cum sulla cazzo, cosa dolce. → Cum on my cock, sweet thing.

(I tried my best to make sure these are accurate, still if you are Italian or fluent, please lmk if these are inaccurate. I'd be happy to correct it!)

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Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara

Cw: size kink, mask kink, masked sex, spit, reader doesn’t know it’s Miguel …picture taking?? and choking. One sentence in Spanish. You can obviously tell I got lazy I just wanted to post something really quick <333

You had decided to have a small get together at your house. Inviting a few known friends, ofc they invited more but you had told them to come masked. It was like a little mystery, you loved mysteries. You had already known who Peter was because of his loud rambling.

He was dressed as Leatherface. A bad one at that, he looked nothing like Leatherface, he was literally wearing the green trench jacket that he wears everywhere. It was horrible.

Everyone had revealed themselves. All except the Ghostface.

His build was strong, tough even. Looked like he was made out of solid iron. The way he stood had you hypnotized. His arms crossed against his protruding chest, head tilting to the side under his mask.

He was just too good to look at. His arms were just bulging with veins. It almost made you fantasize about them having you in a head lock.

You still didn’t know who it was, but jesus fucking Christ were they strong. The way he had his fist balled into your hair and both of his knees touching the wooden floor on each side of you almost made you die.

He was manhandling you so good. The way he fucked into you made you see stars, you were in such a heavy daze. you didn’t even see the flash of the picture he took.

His cock was so thick, your walls struggled to take him with each thrust. It was crazy how one could have so much power behind them. He was enjoying this all too well. Tightening his fist in your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to pull the bottom part of his mask up. Just enough for you to see his puckered lips. Your mouth opened like the greedy slut you were.

He spit into your mouth, it sounded so dirty. So, vile. He’s fucking you so so so good, covering up your moans with his huge hands.

The groans he’s letting out sound heavenly, his deep grunts making shivers go down your spine. You try to get him to sit up a little to lessen the pressure of his thrust he is just not letting up.

It feels too good for him to stop. He isn’t focused on your pleasure anymore, it’s all about him. The sound of his hips connecting with yours covered in your slickness is deafening, if anyone had walked by they would most definitely hear and know what was going on.

“Fuck.” It was small very faint, you wouldn’t even have been able to tell it was him if you weren’t the one getting their brains fucked out.

You heard it as clear as day, yet you still didn’t know who it was that was fucking you so good.

His hand started gripping your hair harder before moving it down to your throat squeezing it softly. You feel a slight tug on your costume, He’s ripping the top part open and gripping a hand full of your tits.

You felt disgusted as he laughed when drool started running down the side of your mouth.

“Please please please.”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore. He starts to slow down his thrusts and grips your side before flipping you over onto your back.

You could see his build so much better. His neck dripping with sweat.

His whole hand covered you face as he pushed you more into the floor, making your head turn to the side. Your face smushed into the floorboards.

Everything was feeling so good. Pink lips peaking from under his mask.

“No.” Just a small grunt

You wanted to see his face so bad. It was painful not really. You were squirming under his weight, his heavy large palms practically suffocating you.

“F-fuck, hold on just g-give me-.”

You could barely breathe, barely even speak because of the way he was practically pounding you into the wooded floor. His thrusts so heavy and full of vigor.

Tears forming at your eyes, you can feel yourself about to cum you just need.. you just need

“P-please slow,”

Your words are so slurred it sounds like you’re drunk. He’s not even letting up, not a bit. He’s too heavy, you’re gonna make a mess it’s not like you didn’t try to warn him. You begged him to slow down.

White noise is all you hear as he hits just the right spot

“Wait wait wait, p-please.”

Your hands bunching up next to your head, having nothing to grip onto for support. You can hear your mess splashing onto the wooden floor.

“So fuckin messy.”

He’s chuckling? He’s.. laughing.

Your pussy couldn’t even push him out with the force of your orgasm. He’s just too heavy and thick inside of you.

He’s heavy breathing in your ear, grunting and groan as he plows into you like he owns you. At this point he does. Fucking you like he’s possessed by something.

His thrusts become more sloppy as you can tell that he is nearing his end, he thighs smacking against the back of yours. His hips are stuttering debating if he wants to cum on you, or in you. He of course chooses the latter pushing so deep into you, you can feel and hear cogs falling out of your head and onto the floor.

He’s so deep, his thighs tensing as he releases inside of you.

Your cunt is just so warm why would he want to leave it? Well of course to see what he’s left behind. He slowly pulls out and the pearly beads of cum quickly follow, he’s using his thumb to spread you open as he watches your pussy clench around nothing.

“Absolutamente hermosa, nena.” (Absolutely beautiful, baby)

The voice. The slightest accent that you couldn’t hear before.

He pushes you onto your back so you’re face upwards and uses your hand to put you into a sitting position.

Just as you start to blink away the fucking he gave you. He’s pulling his mask off with a grin.

Miguel, you’re best friend.

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More punks 🤎

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‘aight, mate, we’re done! Looking like a proper little punk now, eh?

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Hobie & Pavitr 🎸☕️ By Luciannys Camacho