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Leah Clearwater x fem!reader imagine
yes. yes. a leah clearwater fanfiction in the big 2026. no. no. I'm not ashamed.
PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG/COMMENT it's been a long time since I've written anything
I don't give anyone permission to steal my shit <3
3/31/2026
Forgiveness Rather Than Permission (part 1)
Leah Clearwater x fem!readerÂ
TW: idk religious themes. religion vs LGBTQ. homophobia. angst? smutty if you squint maybe kinda sorta. fluff?? FUCK IDK JUST READ IT , OKAY? :)
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they were best friends. things were easy between the two women. conversation? easy. jokes? easy. quick witted banter teetering on the edge of bullying? easy.Â
there wasn't a day that the two women didn't see each other. the couch at y/n's place had a Leah Clearwater shaped indentation in it from how often Leah slept over. and y/n's varying knick-knacks had taken over almost every surface of every piece of furniture in Leah's bedroom. everyone in town knew that if they saw one, the other wasn't far behind.Â
so, when y/n realized that her feelings for the young wolf were more than simply platonic, she was... conflicted. on one hand, y/n knew that since the day she'd met Leah, she'd never go a day without her again. on the other hand, y/n grew up in a family where the feelings that she had for Leah were taboo. evil. sinful.Â
so, yeah. conflicted.Â
"she keeps asking me to be in the wedding, and I just don't know if I'm there yet. I mean, I forgive them, and things have definitely gotten easier lately, but being in the wedding party of my ex and my cousin? I don't think I want to partake." Leah laughed, rummaging through dresses for said wedding. she had agreed to go - only if y/n tagged along - but to be a bridesmaid? like hell.Â
'God, she's beautiful like this', y/n thought, absentmindedly picking Leah's worn comforter.Â
"well, you shouldn't do anything you don't wanna. they'll survive without you. they should be glad you're going at all if you ask me." y/n managed to reply, throwing a sideways smirk at her friend.Â
"damn right." Leah laughed, turning her attention back to her closet.Â
"what color are you wearing again? blue? I'm trying to find something to match." she asked, throwing the question over her shoulder.Â
âyou'd look good in anything. red. blue. purple. naked and shaking underneath meâ y/n thought, thoughts drifting to the more unholy ones.Â
"yeah, blue. but like a darker blue." y/n swallowed.Â
"noted. I'll find something. we still have a couple of weeks." Leah said, dropping rather ungracefully on her bed next to y/n.Â
"are you spending the night? they finally released that stupid movie you like on Netflix. was thinking maybe we could watch that and talk shit all night." Leah offered with a laugh.
she wanted to. swear she did. sometimes the two wound end up sleeping with each other and waking up face-to-face. y/n was usually the first one to wake up and a sleeping Leah Clearwater was a sight to behold. Â
she looked so peaceful. Â
so beautiful.Â
God, she was so in love with Leah. Â
"I wish I could, but I've got some stuff I need to take care of at my place." y/n lied blatantly. anything to put some distance between her and Leah. Â
"oh. anything that i could help with? I could always spend the night at yours." Leah offered kindly, oblivious to the other woman's struggles.Â
no. Â
no. Â
fuck no. Â
that's what started this whole thing in the first-place.Â
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it was a rare instance that Leah had woken up before y/n. but that morning she did.Â
y/n groggily woke up from her sleep, most likely due to the unfamiliar empty space next to her.Â
then she heard humming. Â
and then some clattering followed by a string of cuss words from Leah.Â
y/n followed the commotion to the kitchen to find Leah trying to wipe coffee grounds from the floor.Â
"stupid fancy coffee machine..." y/n heard the girl grumble.Â
"and exactly how is this my machine's fault?" y/n asked, leaning on the door frame to the kitchen.Â
Leah jumps from her crouched position, startled by the other woman's voice.Â
"shit, you scared me...", Leah grinned, throwing away the few coffee grounds she managed to actually apprehend.Â
"and because, your stupid new machine has too many damn compartments," Leah answered, rolling her eyes and walking towards the table which had two steaming plates of breakfast food.Â
"what happened to our old coffee pot, anyway?" Leah asked, motioning for the other woman to take a seat.Â
our? y/n's brain short circuited. Â
our. âours' made things seem more than simply platonic. âoursâ made y/n get a warm feeling in her chest that she couldn't explain. âours' made y/n wanna drag Leah back to the bed they came from and keep her tangled there for hours.Â
"oh, um... I, uh broke it last week. dumb accident." y/n managed to answer, taking a sip of her coffee. Leah had already made it up the way she liked. Â
âyouâve been clumsy since the day I met youâ, Leah laughed, sipping on her water.Â
'Iâve been in love with you for that long too', y/n thought, peering over the rim of her coffee cup, watching Leah ramble on. Â
the pack. Emily. Sam. wedding. yada yada.Â
all the words ran together to y/n because how could one woman be so God damn beautiful?Â
she was sat in her usual seat, right in front of the window. the sun had just begun to rise on the other side of said window, and it made Leah look absolutely angelic. Â
bed head? didn't matter. the pepper Leah had in her teeth from the eggs? didn't matter. the way her nipples were perked from the cool Washington morning and was showing through her tank top? fuck sakes. didnât matter.Â
y/n could see herself getting used to this.Â
and thatâs when y/n knew that she was absolutely fucked.Â
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Ę đđ° : crocodile (opla) x wife!reader, dirty talk, swearing, MDNI, hair pulling, blowjob, deep throat, mild overstimulation, sex without a condom, nsfw, ejaculation inside, biting, hickeys, humiliation.
Being married to Crocodile is rather complicated; it all started with an agreement that gradually transformed into something far more dangerous and addictive.
He, the undisputed king of Alabasta, the former Shichibukai who still ruled even after losing his official title. And you, a former Baroque Works agent who proved too much loyalty, too much intelligence, and too much physical presence for him to simply discard.
He took you as his wife in a somewhat discreet ceremony inside Rain Dinners; no one dared question, no one dared look twice.
The private suite was on the upper floors, far from the noise of the countless roulette wheels and the fake laughter of the gamblers. Beige marble walls, heavy purple velvet curtains, a golden chandelier projecting warm light onto the bed covered in black silk sheets.
The air always smelled of expensive cigars, sand, and the woody perfume he wore. You waited, as always, dressed only in a black silk robe that barely covered your thighs, your hair loose, your body already tingling with expectation and worry.
He had left early to take care of some business, rumors that the Straw Hats were still around and could return to cause trouble.
You knew he was invincible with the Suna Suna no Mi, but his old scars reminded you that even kings bled.
The door opened with a low click, the smell of cigars wafted in, and then he appeared.
The dark fur coat hung over his broad shoulders like a king's cape, superior as he was, and the purple vest open over his unbuttoned white shirt revealed defined muscles and the old scar that cut across his abdomen.
His hair combed back, a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. The stitched scar across his nose, the golden hook gleaming in the light, and between his beautiful lips, the thick cigar releasing lazy smoke.
He closed the door with his foot, his heavy eyes fixed on you as if he already knew exactly what you were thinking.
ââ Still awake, [name]? â His voice came out deep, laden with sarcastic amusement. ââ I thought you'd learned not to wait for me like an anxious little dog.
You stood up from the sofa, your robe slipping slightly off your shoulder. Your heart pounded, but you kept your voice steady.
ââ You took your time, I heard rumors about the Straw Hat Pirates, if theyâ
He laughed, a slow, low laugh, the sound vibrated in his chest and echoed in the room.
ââ Rumors. â He took a step forward, taking the cigar from his mouth just to blow the smoke in your direction. ââ You really think those kids can touch me? Pathetic. You worry too much, girl. It irritates me... and also amuses me.
He stopped just inches away, the heat of his body like the desert at midday. The hook slowly rose, the cold tip lightly touching the exposed skin of your shoulder, tracing a line to your collarbone without hurting you; you felt a shiver run down your spine.
ââ I am your wife. ââ you murmured, lifting his chin. ââ I'm not one of your disposable agents. If something happens to you...
The hook caught the robe's tie and pulled slowly, opening it. The fabric slid down your shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving you naked before him. Crocodile tilted his head, his eyes slowly and possessively traveling over your body.
ââ My wife, hm? â he repeated, as if testing the taste of the words. A crooked smile formed. ââ How cute, you still think you have the right to order me around? How adorable.
Before you could answer, his right hand firmly gripped your chin, tilting your head upwards.
The kiss came roughly, without warning. His mouth dominated yours, his tongue invading, biting your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.
You moaned softly against his mouth, your hands instinctively rising to his broad chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.
He pulled back just enough to speak against your lips, his voice husky and mocking.
ââ Hah.. look at you... moaning just from a kiss, you're pathetic.
Another kiss, deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hand slid down, gripping your waist tightly. The hook slid down your back, the cold tip making you arch against him.
He pushed you against the marble wall, his enormous body completely covering yours. You felt the thick bulge inside his pants pressing against your stomach.
ââ On your knees. â he ordered, simply, leaving no room for discussion.
You obeyed immediately, the cold floor against your knees, your hands trembling with excitement as you unzipped his pants.
His cock sprang free, thick and long, veins throbbing, the head already glistening with a slight pre-ejaculate. Crocodile held the cigar between his teeth, one hand in your hair, twisting the strands tightly.
ââ That's it, now suck like the good wife you pretend to be.
You opened your mouth and swallowed it deeply, your throat contracting around it, but you pushed harder, your eyes watering.
He let out a low grunt of approval, his hips moving slowly at first, fucking your mouth with cruel control.
ââ Deeper, little girl. I want to feel that fucking tight throat swallowing it all.
You obeyed, your nose touching the base of it, gagging, saliva running down your chin. Tears streamed down, but you didn't stop.
While you were sucking, your body betrayed you, your hips moving on their own, rubbing desperately against his leg, against the shiny leather boot, seeking friction on your swollen clitoris.
The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your wet pussy and you moaned loudly around his cock, the sound muffled and wet.
Crocodile noticed, of course he noticed.
He laughed, low and somewhat cruel, pulling your hair back to look at your face.
ââ Ah... look at you, rubbing against my leg like a bitch in heat while gagging on my cock. My little wife, reduced to this. Whimpering and wetting my boot just because you can't wait.
You whimpered loudly, the sound coming out broken because he pushed deeper, blocking the air.
Tears streamed down, but you rubbed faster, the humiliating pleasure rising in waves. He pulled your hair rhythmically, fucking your mouth mercilessly, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.
ââ Damn, that's right, baby, swallow... I want to see you gag nicely for me.
You moaned and whimpered incessantly, the wet sound echoing in the room. One of your hands went up, squeezing his thigh, the other between your own legs, rubbing your clitoris while you continued sucking. He noticed and laughed louder.
ââ What a desperate little hand, can't even suck properly without touching yourself? What a hungry little slut, but keep going, I want to see you cum on my leg before I fuck that little pussy.
The orgasm came too strong, you trembled all over, moaning loudly around his cock, your pussy throbbing as you rubbed frantically against his boot, wetting the leather. He didn't stop fucking your throat, using your mouth like a toy.
While you were still trembling, he pulled your hair hard, taking his cock out of your mouth with an obscene sound, saliva dripping down your chin and breasts.
He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, his strong hand on your waist, the hook pinning your wrist above your head against the wall.
ââ Now that's more like it, â he murmured against your ear, biting your earlobe. ââ Time to remember who's in charge here.
He turned you to face the wall, chest pressed against your back. His wet cock slid between your thighs, brushing against your soaked entrance.
One brutal thrust and he was inside, deep and thick, opening you completely. You screamed, nails scratching the marble.
ââ Ah~ shit, Crocodile...
ââ Scream louder. â He growled, biting your shoulder hard, sucking on your skin until he left a purple hickey. ââ I want to hear my little bitch whimpering my name while I destroy this pussy.
He fucked you mercilessly, deep, quick thrusts, the wet sound of skin against skin echoing.
The hook gripped your hip, his right hand squeezed your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. He kissed your neck, sucked and bit, leaving red and purple marks everywhere, each hickey accompanied by a moan from you and a low laugh from him.
ââ My God, look what you've become... moaning like a little slut.
You came again, legs trembling, your pussy squeezing him tightly. He didn't stop, he turned you around, lifted you up like you were nothing, legs wrapped around his waist.
His cock went in again, deeper in this position. His mouth took yours in a strong kiss, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as his cock fucked your pussy.
ââ One more... â He grunted against your lips. ââ Come for me again, squeeze my cock while I fill you up.
You obeyed, of course you obeyed, the third orgasm tore you apart, loud moans, tears of pleasure streaming down. Only then did he come, deep and hot, pulsing inside you while letting out a guttural grunt, teeth sinking into your neck, leaving another mark.
He carried you to the bed without leaving you, falling onto the silk sheets, his enormous body covering yours, still throbbing slightly. The cigar he'd left in the ashtray was still smoking.
Crocodile looked at you, his face slightly flushed, his lips swollen, marks all over his body, and smiled sideways.
ââ Tomorrow you'll wake up all sore... but I know you like it. â He gave you a slow, almost tender kiss on the forehead, a stark contrast to everything else.
You smiled weakly, exhausted, your body still trembling against his.
ââ I love you, you arrogant idiot.
He chuckled softly, pulling you to his broad chest, his hook resting possessively on your waist.
ââ I know, now sleep.
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i feel like a whore watching a knight of the seven kingdoms
Under The Moon
Warnings: established relationship, Leah eating you out, sex in the woods, praise, growling
Genre: smut
A/n: listen to under the moon, Ari ate with this oneđ anyways Iâve need Leah like all my life so uh hope someone has felt the same lol
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Her breath fans your face as she presses her forehead against yours.
Clits sloppily nudging against each other as she lets an out strings of praise.
The moon luminosity spreading across her bare back. The scratch marks you make only seem by the stars.
âYou feel so goodâ she growls into your neck and she sinks her sharp teeth into your flesh. You whimper out a fuck, clit twitching as your orgasm builds.
âNeed your mouth babyâ
âYeah?â She mumbled into your neck, fingers intertwining.
You give her a nod before she pulls away. The cool night air kissing your clit before Leah does. Her plush lips soaking in your juices before her tongue digs into your cunt.
Her hot breath fans you as two long fingers push in. Your voice hicks and legs wrap around her head. Leahâs free hand reaches up and groped your breast.
You stare up into the stars as your moans fill the crisp night air. A mixture of wetness and saliva dripping past Leahâs chin and onto the grass.
âTaste so fucking goodâ she whispers, earning a small thank you.
The pressure of your thick thighs against her dome made her heart race more with ecstasy.
You swear constellations form as you orgasm, rutting your pussy into your already suffocating girlfriendâs face.
Her fingers pull out and her mouth detached, deep brown eyes slightly flashing an amber glow staring up at you.
It feels like the forest makes more space for the two of you as she places herself back on you. Hungrily kissing you, the clouds cover the full moon.
Whispered I love youâs fill the air in-between kisses, her hips rutting again.
The stars watch as you beg for more.
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A/n: I hope yâall enjoyed! I love this song sm and like Leah is a childhood crush! I want to expand more on who I write and I feel like sheâll challenge my creativity! However Iâll go back to the poll order now so itâll be vi fics for a lil bit! Mwah xoxo
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Looking for wlw fanfics and all of them are bestfriend!reader and male character x reader.
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Across the Threshold
one-shot
remmick x fem!reader
summary: you've never let him in. Not once. And still, every night without fail, he comes crawling back to your doorstep. Thirteen centuries old and rotting with want, Remmick worships you from the porch, drooling thick onto the floorboards, begging for permission to taste. And you? You watch. You love the power. Love the ache in him. Love the way he weeps when you deny him again and again.
But the night you finally say come inâhe breaks.
Now that heâs inside, heâs never leaving. Not quietly. Not gently. And not until he crawls all the way inside you and makes a cathedral of your skin.
wc: 5.4k
a/n: based off this prompt that blew up!! It's been exactly one month since I released my first Remmick fic Mercy Made Flesh so it felt fitting to release something today, as a thank you for the tidal wave of love and support I've received since!! Seriously it's insane!! So, as a further thank you, I'm hosting a giveaway for followers here if you're interested, as a way to give back to all of you <333 thanks to @ddlydevotion for finding the photo refs for the banner!! and thanks to Liz @fuckoffbard for once again beta reading for me!! credit to Diana @hyoscyxmine for the photo of Remmick she initially edited <333
warnings: vampirism, blood kink, obsessive behavior, feral begging, oral (f! receiving), sub!remmick, somno-adjacent sleepiness, religious undertones, predator/prey dynamics, begging kink, worship kink, voice kink, monsterfucking, marking, blood drinking during sex, degradation, dark romance, possessive partner, crawling kink, aftercare, bite kink, creampie, power imbalance, bodily fluids (drool, blood, etc), control kink, manipulation by omission, mildly blasphemous themes
likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, please enjoy!!
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savior â a.c.
summary: youâre finally able to express your gratitude to your masked savior pairing: adrian chase x fem!reader word count: 4.9k tags: 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, explicit smut, kidnapping, he's tied up so also mind the dubcon element of that, girly!reader (it's mentioned she's wearing a dress), like cute but psycho type of deal, reader is obsessed with him, mentions of stalking, handjob, blowjob, kissing, sub!adrian, unprotected piv, riding note: in honor of the finale, i decided to post this little concept that has been on my mind for a while now. hopefully you guys enjoy!!
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You can feel the excitement building up as soon as you hear Adrian groaning, slowly recovering his senses, trying to make sense of whatever happened before he completely blacked out.Â
Eyes open, he looks incredibly disoriented as he looks around his surroundings, and thenâŚpure panic. He tries to fight against his restraints, but the ropes around his wrists are tighter than he expected, soon giving up after realizing it was to no use.
Despite the adrenaline running through his veins, thereâs a part of him thatâs almost excited that this is happeningâ that it's finally happening. If heâs tied up in an unknown location, that can only mean that a supervillain is targeting him. How exciting.Â
He just canât wait to tell the others that he now has an arch nemesis!
Iâve read all lex Luther fics, I feel like a starved Victorian child đ
Empire of Two (Lex Luthor x Reader)
Pairing: Lex Luthor x Reader Fandom: Superman 2025 Disclaimer: Still obsessed with Houltâs Luthor, so hereâs some smut. No real spoilers, if you havenât already seen the film! Heâs your boss, so mild powerplay.
Youâre the last one in the building.
Well, you and the man on the top floor who never leaves, never sleeps, and somehow knows everything about everyone.
Youâre supposed to be his assistant, though youâre starting to think youâre just the rebound for his last pretty thing that disappeared suddenly after disappointing him.
Either way, the elevator opens before you press the button and there he is. Lex.
Sharp navy suit, tie loose, top button undone just enough to see the smooth dip at the bottom of his throat. He doesnât say hello. He doesnât need to; you feel him enter a room before you see him.
âCome with me,â he says, and you do.
Of course you do.
He leads you into his office, floor-to-ceiling glass, city lights like an entire galaxy beneath his feet. Thereâs a decanter of something auburn on the sideboard - whiskey, you think, and he pours you a glass without asking.
âIâve built empires,â he says, quiet and thoughtful. Like heâs sharing something personal, and youâre the only one heâd ever say it to. âYou know that. The satellites. The algorithms. The weapons. I can move entire economies with a phone call.â He glances over his shoulder. âAnd itâs all bullshit.â
You shift slightly, eyebrows drawn. This is the most heâs spoken to you since you started, at least in a way that wasnât just barked coffee orders, and heâs speaking in riddles. âBullshit?â
He nods slowly. âItâs a distraction. Theatre. A magic trick to keep the world looking in the wrong direction.â He finally turns to you fully, and his gaze lands with the weight of something deliberate. âBut Iâve figured out the trick Iâve been playing on myself.â You blink. â⌠Which is?â
Lex smiles. Cold and terribly intimate.
âYou.â The word lands heavy between you. Not romantic. Not gentle. Just the truth stripped down to the bone in a way that causes you breath to hitch. âYouâve infected every corner of my mind,â he says, crossing the room slowly. âI dream of you. I second-guess strategies because I think, âwould she hate me for this?â I walk into rooms and forget my own name if I smell your perfume on someone else.â
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You should stop him. You know where this is going. You know what happens to women Lex Luthor fixates on when he finally tires of them.
He keeps going. Calm. Controlled. Surgical.
âAnd I hate it,â he murmurs. âI hate that you occupy me. That you exist like a flaw in the system. That thereâs no algorithm, no threat, no clean answer to the question of you.â
Heâs in front of you now. Close enough that his fingers graze your wrist, featherlight.
âIâve tried everything. Distance. Distraction. Deletion.â
âDeletion?â you echo, voice dry.
His mouth twitches.
âYou were on a list once, briefly. But I knew Iâd regret it.â He leans in, breath brushing your ear. âRegret, you see, is something Iâve never tolerated in myself.â
Youâre frozen in place, but your body is hot all over. âWhat do you want from me?â you whisper.
His fingers slide up to cradle your jaw.
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your back hits the glass.
high-rise window. eighty floors up. no curtains. no shame. the city watches if it wants to.
lex is already inside you.

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Hell On Earth
Pairing: Lex Luthor x Reader
Summary:
âBut, Mr. Luthor, I have toââ âMaybe I should replace you with a paperweight,â he cuts in coldly. You sigh, eyes dropping to the floor, shoulders tight as he launches into the same exhausting rant. â...or even a toaster. Toasters have a function. They have a purpose. They serve it. But you? All you do is fail at every turnâpathetic.â You stand there, fists clenched at your sides, fighting the urge to bite your lip. Even now, your degeneracy knows no bounds. Maybe itâs some kind of psychological issue. Or Stockholm syndrome. Or just a complete collapse of self-worth. But the way he sneers at you, the venom in his voice, the sharp precision of his words⌠God help you, it does something to you. Or Lex is the worst boss, he's rude, demanding, and downright evil but... you think he's kinda hot.
Tags/Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, humping, degradation kink, masochist!reader, drunken confession, power dynamic
WC: 4.1k
A/N: Nicholas Hoult is just too fine as Lex, I had to click-clack on my keyboard and write this.
I just finished watching deadly class. And. They ended it. Fucking THERE? T H E R E ? AND THEY DIDNT RENEW IT FOR A SECOND SEASON!??!??!! IM GONNA FUCKING KILL SOMEONE ARE THEY FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!??!??