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callsignrooroo · 5 months ago

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You Never Left Me

A/N: Eeee! Here it is y’all! So excited to for this be out there. This was my first time writing straight smut, so I hope I did it justice!

Minors and ageless blogs do not interact!

A big thank you to @hederasgarden for being my beta for a large portion of this fic!

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Parent loss, p in v sex, AFAB reader, mentioned birth control, unsafe sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), dirty talk. I think that’s it, if anyone sees anything else please feel to dm me!

Coming back home always felt heavy. It had been five long years since you lost everything you knew, including your parents, to a tornado that happened faster than you could blink. Five long years since the last time you saw your one that got away– Tyler Owens.

Blinking dust out of your eyes, you jumped out of your truck. You were right down the road from the motel where you were staying and had stopped to get some snacks for the morning. You had to be at the bank first thing and knew you wouldn't have time for breakfast. Just as you were walking up to the gas station door, it burst open and before you could get out of the way, you knocked into two figures.

“Lily, you dumbass, I told you to slow down,” Boone snapped.

“Oh shut it, it’s not like you are in any less rush, you're just as much a sucker for Tyler's cooking as the rest of us,” Lily grumbled.

All three of you stopped in your tracks as you made eye contact.

“Shit”, you said.

“Shit,” Lily and Boone echoed simultaneously.

You heard someone grumble from behind your two friends, and you quickly stepped out of the way, pulling them both with you.

“So, uh, I thought you guys were in Enid,” you said awkwardly.

Boone started sputtering and Lily cut him off. “Boone, you're going to catch flies. And, you, after five years of not seeing each other in person, that’s all you have to say,” she exclaimed.

You cast your eyes downward.

Boone, however, finally seemed to get his tongue in working order. “Does Tyler know you're here?” he questioned.

Your eyes snapped back up at the mention of his name. “No,” you emphasized.

Boone got a distinct look of disapproval on his face, and Lily looked at you like she knew something you didn’t.

“Oh, this is going to end well,” Boone said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Lily shoved him and he huffed. “You have to tell him,” she said, her eyes on yours.

This was precisely what you were afraid of and exactly why you planned your trip around their posted schedule on YouTube. You weren’t sure you'd ever be ready to deal with him, not after you left. “No, I don’t. I’m leaving in two days, and as much as I wish I could stay,”

Boone scoffed, and Lily shoved him again,

“I have work to get back to,” you explained.

Lily crossed her arms and her expression shifted to hard determination. “If you don’t tell him, I will,” she stated simply. You blinked hard, and even Boone looked surprised by her boldness.

“Lily, please, nothing good will come out of this,” you begged.

The black-haired girl shook her head. “I mean it, he deserves to know,” she said seriously.

You felt tears prick your eyes. “Lily, please, I can't do this now, it’s been too long,” you pleaded.

Her dark eyes softened and she reached for your hand. “Trust me, he needs to know,” she assured. Your eyes flicked to Boone’s and you could tell he agreed.

“Fine, I’ll tell him,” you relented.

“You promise,” she questioned, eyebrows raised.

“I promise.”

She smiled brightly and pulled you into a hug. “Good. Text me before your flight and we can all get breakfast before you leave,” she chirped.

You glanced at Boone, and before you could open your mouth, he hugged you and squeezed you tight. “You better text us,” he said into your hair.

You smiled. “I promise.”.

Lily looked at her phone and cursed. “Shit, we have to go, Tyler needed the milk to finish the food.” Boone rolled his eyes and grabbed the keys from her.

You shook your head as you walked into the gas station.

Later that night, you stared at Tyler’s contact photo. It was an old one, a picture of him right off a bull, smiling wide, before his injury. You watched the blinking cursor, waiting for some grand thought to strike you on how to tell him you were home. Eventually, you sighed and turned the lamp off.

You closed your eyes as you leaned against your motel door. The morning had been long, and all you wanted to do was sleep. The bankers had been patient with you when they explained where the money in the found account had come from. You were thankful they didn't make things awkward when you started to cry when they explained the money was from a fund your parents set up as a child. You were wiped emotionally, but you knew if you didn't keep your promise to Lily, she would tell Tyler you were in town herself, and you knew that wasn't the right way for him to find out.

Your phone dinged, and you glanced at it.

From: Lillypad :): We all just left, now’s your chance babes :*

A second later, another text came through.

From: Booney: he never stopped

You blinked as you stared at the text. Never stopped what? Caring? Missing you the same primal way you missed him? Hating you for leaving him behind after flying out of town like a bat out of hell? You weren't sure, but you knew it was time to find out.

You slipped out of the dress you wore to the bank and slipped into a tank top, your favorite pair of jeans, and your worn boots. It was now or never.

To: Lilypad :): He’s still at his mama’s house?

From: Lilypad :): Like he’d ever leave

You felt your heart rate increase as the house came into view. You had so many memories of this place. Memories of the four of you piled up in the living room as kids, memories of you and Tyler sitting on the roof talking about going to college, memories of hugging him as he sobbed when his mama died, and then him holding you in his strong arms after your parents funeral. You shook your head to clear your thoughts, but the one you never stopped thinking of popped into your head instead.

The last memory you had of Tyler and this house was five years ago, on the day you left for Texas, and how you swore you saw tears in his green eyes as you drove away from the porch you had both sat on together so many times. You glanced in the visor mirror and realized your eyes were damp. You swiped at them before stepping out of your truck. When Tyler didn't immediately materialize on the front porch, you realized he must be at the back of the house on the sun porch. You took one last deep breath before taking your boots off at the door. You walked in, and a wave of nostalgia hit you as you spotted the magazines by the kitchen sink. You slowly crept through the house, memory after memory hitting you, until you reached the doorway of the sunroom.

The second your eyes landed on him, it felt like a piece of your heart clicked back into place, and you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be. Thoughts of Texas were forgotten, and you just took him in. He looked good, even better than you remembered. He had a pencil in his mouth, and his brows were creased as he stared at his computer. You stood there and just took in the sight of him until eventually, he looked up.

He blinked several times before getting to his feet. He stood there for several long moments before crossing the room in a few quick steps to stand in front of you. He went to reach for you and then stopped himself. “Are you real?” he whispered into the silence.

“Hi Tyer,” you murmured. The second his name left your lips, he was pulling you into a crushing hug. You immediately relaxed into his arms, overwhelmed by the feeling of his solid chest against yours and the smell of him; fresh laundry, wind, and something that was so intrinsically Tyler, you could never pinpoint it.

“You’re here,” he breathed into your hair.

You nodded as best as you could pressed so close. “I’m home,” you said, voice laced with double meaning.

“How? Why? Hey, look at me,” he said gently when you looked down at your feet.

He hooked his thumb on your chin and brought your head up so you could look up into his eyes. “The bank,” you explained lowly. He gazed into your eyes, patiently waiting. “The bank found an account, and I had to come sign for it,” you told him.

“Your parents?” he questioned softly.

When you didn't answer, he just continued staring into your eyes. He moved closer to you and caressed his thumb over your cheek. “You are one of the strongest people I know,” he said, voice laced with awe.

You shook your head, temporarily dislodging his fingers from your face. “I’m not,” you uttered.

He brought his other hand up to your face and cradled your face. “You are,” he admired.

You felt moisture gather in your eyes. “How can you say that, I left,” you sniffed.

He shook his head and brushed a thumb over your cheekbone. “But you came back,” he muttered. The to me went without saying.

“Tyler,” you said softly, letting yourself trail off.

“You came back,” he emphasized.

“I wasn’t going to,” you whispered.

You felt him flinch. “I wasn’t going to say anything to anyone, and I thought y’all were in Enid wrangling tornados, but then I saw Lily and Boone, and then Lily said if I didn’t tell you, she’d tell you herself, and I knew that wasn’t the right way to find out, so I came here to see you,” you said in a rush.

He glanced away from you, your face still in his hands, before looking back down at you, and you could see the moisture in his eyes.

“You weren’t going to tell me you were home?” he asked.

You couldn’t bear to look at the heartbreak in his green eyes, so you broke out of his embrace and sat on the worn sofa in front of the window. “I didn’t know how and wasn’t sure if you still…” you trailed off again.

He gingerly sat near to you, close enough that your thighs were touching. “If I still what, sweetheart?” he asked as he leaned closer.

You shrugged, and you both sat in silence for a few moments. “Boone said you never stopped,” you said quietly.

He moved even closer, tugging your legs so they lay over his lap. “Did he elaborate?” he pressed.

You shook your head and looked back into his eyes. Just then, you saw all of him. The softness he held for you, how he was letting himself be vulnerable, and the love he felt for you all shining through his eyes.

“He didn’t have to,” you admitted.

“Darlin, I know you know,” he said. “All those nights we watched the sky, and all the days spent in this very room, you have to know,” he said.

You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them again and leaning closer so your foreheads were touching, leaving you practically sitting in his lap. “Of course I did, I’ve always known Tyler since we were kids,” you said emphatically. He let out a shuddery breath but you continued. “But then I lost everything, and it felt like everything changed, and I had to get out, to get away from the grief. I know now, I left you but you never left me.” You had tears running down your face, but Tyler wiped them away with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you?” he questioned, his lips millimeters from yours.

Instead of replying, you leaned forward to close the minuscule gap. He groaned into your mouth and you wrapped your arms around his neck. When the two of you had to part for air, Tyler immediately ducked down to suck on your neck.

“Tyler, the marks,” you said weakly.

“Yeah baby, I bet you’re gonna wear them like a trophy,” he hummed against your throat. You moaned and pulled him back up to your lips by his hair, and he groaned into your mouth. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” he mumbled. You moaned again when he gently bit your lip, his tongue quickly coming behind to soothe it. “Tell me this is okay; tell me I can show you how much I’ve always loved you,” he begged.

“Show me, please. Show me, Ty,” you said softly.

He went back to your neck, peppering you with small kisses and intermittent sucks.

“Tyler, I need more,” you whined.

“More,” he wondered.

“Please Tyler, don't tease,” you begged, tugging at his hair. He shifted you so you were straddling his sweatpant-clad thigh, and smirked when you moaned at the friction.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Is that what you needed darlin’?” he teased.

You bit your lip and brought your hand down to cup him through his sweatpants and he groaned, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

“Is that what you needed, darlin’?” you parroted, eyebrow raised.

“Oh you little-,” he cut himself off by rolling you both over so you were caged underneath him, quickly adjusting so his knee was connected to your core.

“Sweetheart, I’ve waited too damn long for this for us to tease each other,” he confessed as he kissed down your neck.

“Why don’t you do something about it then cowboy?” you asked, smirking.

“There’s that fire,” he chuckled. He sat up on his legs, pulling you with him, and in one fluid motion, he had your tank top on the floor. He attached his lips to your newly revealed collarbone, one-handedly unlipped your bra, and added that to the quickly growing pile of clothes. You kicked your boots off and turned back to find him staring.

You shivered under his stare. “Your turn cowboy,” you told him, tugging on his shirt.

In one move his shirt was on the ground, and he was pressed up against your bare chest.

“Kiss me, please Tyler,” you pled.

He kissed both of your cheeks before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned as you pressed down against his thigh harder, slowly starting to grind yourself down. A second later he was kissing his way down your chest, stopping to circle his tongue against your left nipple, and then the right one, before going back to suck the left one into his mouth.

You moaned in pleasure and your hand shot up to grip his hair, causing him to moan against your skin. “Fuck,” you cursed, arching your back as he gently bit down. He crept lower, kissing along your stomach as he went. He kissed along the edge of your jeans and raised a hand to undo the button. He let his head fall back down and leaned in, slowly bringing down the zipper with his teeth.

“Tyler, holy fuck,” you groaned. You could practically feel his smirk against your thigh.

“Yeah? I thought you might like that,” he chuckled.

He peeled your jeans off and then stood up. When you looked at him with confusion, his smoldering eyes softened. “Sweetheart, as long as I've waited for this, you can bet that sweet ass of yours that the first time I get inside you will not be on a couch.

You giggled as he pulled you up into his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his muscular hips. You buried your face in his neck as he carried you the short distance to his room, sucking and biting your marks into his perfect skin.

You whimpered at the loss of contact as he lowered you to the bed. He kissed you softly, and you sighed happily as his tongue brushed against yours. He brushed his hands over your shoulders, down your arms, and to your stomach. He rubbed your clit through your panties, and you arched into his touch. “How long has it been, sweetheart,” he questioned with a kiss to your hip bone.

“Too long,” you panted.

A moan broke out of your throat when he sunk his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

“Tyler, please, I need you,” you begged brokenly. He hummed again as he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties, slowly peeling them down your legs, leaving wet kisses as he went.

“Fuck honey, look at you,” he said in awe. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said.

You groaned and threw an arm over your red cheeks.

“Nuh huh,” Tyler admonished. “Let me see all of you. I’ve waited so long for this, sweet girl,” he said as he slid his fingers over your slicked entrance.

“Shit, Ty,” you breathed.

“There we go,” he said, his eyes alight, “let me hear you.”

He dipped his middle finger inside you, gathering your wetness, before he got down on his stomach. He slid his finger in and out, his mouth just a breath away from where you needed him the most.

“I thought you said no teasing,” you whined as you moved to tug him where you needed him. Before you could, he licked a stripe right through your core. “Fuck,” you yelped.

He didn't say another word, just clamped his large hands around your thighs and licked at you like a man starved.

“Ty, Ty, Ty,” you chanted.

He mumbled something against you, and you groaned at the vibrations.

He pulled away just long enough to suck in a deep breath and murmur, “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” before attaching his lips to your clit. He eased a finger inside of you, and then moments later, he added another.

“Ty, fuck, please, I'm ready, I need you,” you sobbed. He withdrew his fingers and crawled back up to pull you in for a kiss.

You both simultaneously groaned at the taste of you on your tongues.

He pressed himself against your dripping core, and you gasped into his mouth. Even through his sweatpants, you could tell he was big.

“Darlin’,” he started, hissing when you pushed your hips down onto him, “I want this just as bad, but I’ll let you know when you can take me,” he finished.

You ground down on him again, and he hissed through his teeth. “Tyler Owens, if you don't finish what you started in the next five seconds, I'm going to leave and finish it myself,” you threatened. You both knew it was an empty threat; you wanted each other too badly and had waited too long to call it quits now, but the empty threat seemed to put him into overdrive. He peeled his sweatpants off and went back down to suck at your clit.

“How about this honey? Give me one, and I’ll fill you up like you need,” he bargained. Before you could respond, he was face-first into your pussy, two fingers curling just right.

“Fuck,” you screamed.

He pulled away to watch your face, his fingers never stopping. “That’s it, darlin’, come for me, come for me, and I’ll give you my cock,” he crooned at you.

Your arm shot out, and your nails dug into his bicep as you screamed out your orgasm. Before the after-shocks even subsided, Tyler was kissing you hard as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You both groaned when he finally sunk into you. “Fuck darlin’, if you keep squeezin’ me like that, this is going to be over faster than we both want,” he cursed from above you.

“Fuck Ty, I can't help it,” you whined. It didn't take long for you to adjust, and before you knew it, you were begging again. “Ty, move,” you begged. He started slow, building up a rhythm, and before long, he was letting out small groans in time to his thrusts.

The two of you fell into a breathless rhythm of give-and-take, sweat shining on Tyler's temple and your hair like a halo around your head.

On a specific stroke, your eyes rolled back into your head. You shouted and dug your heels into his back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you squealed.

“Yeah, right there, honey. Did I find your sweet spot,” he crooned.

You clenched down, and he cursed. “Don't stop, Ty,” you cried. Your whole body felt lit up from the inside out.

He pulled almost all the way out and swiftly pushed back in. Your bodies moved in tandem, a give and take until all you could do was grip his sweat-slicked bicep and hold on.

“Fuck, I'm close, sweetheart. Give me one more, one more. Let me see you come undone for me,” he moaned.

He reached down to rub your clit, and your back arched, your whole body like a live wire.

“Fuck, fuck, where,” he stammered.

“Inside, fuck Tyler, please, give it to me. I’ve got an implant. Give it to me, baby,” you chanted.

He groaned and fell forward to rest his head on your shoulder as he came. You both lay there for several moments, breathing harshly into each other's ears.

Eventually, Tyler pulled you close and gently pulled out, shushing you gently as you whined. “I’ll be right back, darlin’,” he told you. You smiled to yourself and sunk deeper into the mattress. A second later, Tyler exited the in-suite bathroom and gently wiped you off with a warm washcloth. When he was done, he threw it in the hamper, crawled behind you, and spooned you close. He kissed your head and sighed in contentment. You both lay there in silence for a while, soaking up each other's warmth and drawing random patterns onto each other’s skin.

After a while, you pipped up. “I have to go back to Texas.” Tyler’s whole body tensed, but before he could say anything, you rolled over to face him and silenced him with a kiss. “I have a job to quit and a lease to break,” you told him gently, smiling.

He grinned at you. “I think I know a place you can stay at so last minute,” he told you before leaning in for a kiss.

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pretty-circa006 · 5 months ago

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Big Bad Wolf

Sugar Daddy! Coach! Negan x F! Camgirl! Reader

summary Negan takes interest in a pretty camgirl who he doesn't know is also his student tags online sex work, sex toys, female and male masturbation, age gap (reader is 20 and Negan is 50s-ish probably), dirty talk,

wc 3.1k

note this is part one of a three part mini series

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

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She adjusts her ring light before angling her laptop just right so the webcam captures her body but not her face. Once she’s happy with everything, she starts the livestream. Comments quickly fill her screen, the first of them being her regulars.

@ b3nd0ver long time no see! i’ve been missing my favourite girl

@ milflover69 pop a titty

@ freak4feet do u do foot stuff???

@ milkmann_u look so sexy I can’t breath

“Welcome back you guys, I’ve been missin’ ya,” she tells her viewers in a sultry voice that bears little resemblance to her own. The thin strap of her tank top slides off her shoulder as she adjusts her position to something more comfortable.

“I got something new just for y’all!” She excitedly pulls her shoebox full of sex toys into view before opening it.

@ MikeHunt wtf is in taht box

@ pussypounder take off ur cloths bbg

“Hey, you gotta be patient or else I’m ending this early.” It’s an empty threat, but it always seems to work regardless. She slowly, teasingly removes the lid from the box and tosses it aside. Holding the box up to the webcam, she shows her viewers the collection of different sized dildos, vibrations, butt plugs, and other toys.

“Which should I use first?”

@ 1-800-dickudown me! use me. its ab time u put a real dick in that pussy

“Well why don’t ya come on over here, one eight hundred dick you down, and dick me down?” She teases in reply to that comment.

1-800-dickudown sent $50.00

“Think I’ll use…” she trails off as she digs through the box, “this one! I bought it with the help of all your donations,” she explains as she shows them the thick, six inch glass dildo.

“Ribbed for pleasure!” She says, running her finger along the toy to show off the artificial veins.

@ freak4feet stroke it with ur feet!

@ oversexxxed ur so pretty show me ur pussy pls

She spreads her thighs giving a full view of her soaked panties. With one hand, she slides her panties aside, exposing her freshly shaven cunt to the webcam. She rubs her clit a few times and lets out some overdramatic moans before grabbing the dildo with her free hand. She slides the toy up and down her slick folds before teasing her entrance with it.

@ bigdickDILF I could please you better than that piece of crap can.

bigdickDILF sent $117.23

She lets out a girlish giggle. “I’d love to test that, big dick DILF. But this’ll have to do for now.” She shoves the tip in as she continues rubbing her clit, making sure to let out some moans and breathy whimpers along the way.

@ milkmann_you never fail to make my dick hard.

The increase of her pace emits wet erotic sounds. She fights to keep her thighs from squeezing closed as she continues to pleasure herself. The toy hits her g-spot which turns her dramatized moans into real ones.

“O-Oh, I’m about to cum!” She moans, fucking herself harder with the toy.

@ sleazyb0iii me too

@ milflover69 POP. A. TITTY >:(

The fingers of her free hand tangle into the fuzzy rug beneath her as her back arches and toes curl. She screams out as her juices squirt from around the dildo.

Dogwater sent you $3.00

b00bman sent you $20.00

SitOnMyFace sent you $85.00

“T-thanks for the tips,” she says shakily as she’s coming down from her high.

@ mustache_MAN lick it clean

“Yes, sir!” She pulls the toy from her cunt and its covered in her juices. She tilts her screen back so her glossy lips are in view before bringing the dildo up to her mouth. She licks it up and down before putting the tip between her lips.

“Mmmm, bet you guys wish you could get a taste.” She takes the toy as deep down her throat as she can before gagging, sending tears cascading down her face. She bobs her head up and down the glass dildo as if she were giving a blowjob. She pulls her mouth from the toy before setting it aside.

mustache_MAN sent $2.47

“Thanks for the tip, mustache man! I know this was a short stream, but that’s all I have for tonight,” she informs her users. Before she she can move her cursor to the ‘end stream’ button, another notification catches her eye.

BigBadWolf sent $1,000.00

Her eyes go wide at the amount. She’s never made that much on a single stream before and that catches her off guard.

“Oh..Oh my gosh, thank you so much big bad wolf,” she says, still in shock.

@ BigBadWolf Do you take requests? I’d love to see you use your fingers.

She can’t be sure if she’s turned on by his politeness or the large amount of money, but her cunt clenches around nothing as she swallows dryly.

“Anything for you,” she purrs, playing it up on the sexiness in hopes for another big tip. She moves from her sitting position to a kneeling position before sliding her panties down her legs. She sits back down and kicks them off before spreading her legs so her viewers get the perfect view of her soaking cunt. She rubs her stiffened clit in tight circles which sent tingles of pleasure down her spine. Her hand drifts down to her entrance before she slips in two fingers. Her free hand pulls down the front of her tank top, freeing her breasts before she squeezes it.

@ milflover69 finally!

milflover69 sent $1.00

@ BigBadWolf One more baby, I know you can do it ;)

“Yes, sir,” she moans before sliding in a third finger. She slightly winces at the stretch, but it feels good. Her thumb and index finger pinch and tweaked her nipple as she fucks herself with her fingers. Involuntarily, she ruts up against her own hand, chasing another orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum again,” she whines as her legs begin to shake. She gropes at her breast as her second orgasm overtakes her. She rests her head against the floor as she catches her breath. With two fingers, she spreads open her lower lips, showcasing her overstimulated cunt.

“Look at what you guys do to me!” She teases her loyal fans.

@ BigBadWolf Beautiful

She sits upright and drags her cursor over the ‘end stream’ button. “Okay, I’m ending this for real this time. Love y’all, bye!” She ends the stream and shuts her laptop before fixing her top and putting her panties back on. Apprehensively, she opens her laptop and scrolls to look at her total amount of tips–$2,276.23. That’s almost enough for her to pay for another month of rent in her shitty apartment. A message in her inbox catches her eye and she curiously opens it. It’s from @ BigBadWolf, the seemingly loaded guy from her stream.

@ BigBadWolf You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you take requests? I’ll happily pay, just name your amount.

She stares at the message in awe. Typically, the kind of people that message her are weirdos who tell her about their sick fantasies in full detail, so this is a nice change.

@ virginesque ya, if u subscribe to my profile u can see i post requests all the time

@ BigBadWolf I want these all to myself not something for all your goddamn subscribers to see

@ virginesque oh! i dont usually do that…

@ BigBadWolf Not trying to pressure you or anything, but I’ll pay whatever amount you want

@ virginesque ya? like a million dollars lol

@ BigBadWolf Within reason haha

@ virginesque fuck it why not. whats ur request ???

@ BigBadWolf I’d love to see you in the shower

After a moment of thinking, she deems his request to be reasonable. Even though she had already showered for the night, she doesn't mind doing it again for a couple of extra bucks. She brings her phone with her into the shower after she had undressed. For the longest time, she just stands there beneath the stream of warm water contemplating if this is something she really wants to do. She needs the money and he’s willing to give it and it’s not like this is too much more than what she already does. After opening the camera, she holds her phone up so her body from the shoulders down is in view. She hits record and with her free hand she lathers her body in soap. Her hands caress over as much of her body she can reach before coming back up to her breasts, lathering soap and squeezing them a few times before ending the video.

@ virginesque sent a video

She lays in bed, staring at her phone anxiously awaiting the stranger’s reply. Half an hour passes and inbox is still the same–empty. She shuts off her phone and tosses it aside, cursing herself for being so stupid. Of course it seemed too good it be true and she felt like a fool for believing otherwise.

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When she awoke the next morning, she was still pissed and remained that way for most of the day.

“Girl, are you okay?” Her friend asks her during stretches.

“Just a little irritated, y’know, workloads and stuff,” she lies. She makes it a priority to keep her double life as a camgirl a secret.

“Ugh, tell me about it. If I have to write another fucking paper-“

“Enough chit-chat, ladies, keep stretching,” the track and field coach, Coach Negan, orders.

She can’t help the huff and eye roll that escapes her, but she begrudgingly gets back to her stretches anyway.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Coach Negan asks her with a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Nothing!” She snaps. Both her friend and Coach Negan give her a strange look.

“Whatever it is, don’t let it fuck with your performance out there,” he encourages before walking off.

“I can’t stand him,” she mutters under her breath.

“Really? I think he’s great,” her friend disagrees.

“Nuh uh, you just think he’s hot!” She teases before they burst into a fit of giggles.

“Okay, that’s five extra laps for you two!” An irritated Coach Negan shouts.

After practice and the extra laps she heads directly to her apartment off campus. With her getting scammed on top of her coach being a hardass, she’s so stressed that she’s ready to just roll over and go to bed. But no, she has a presentation to put together. She flings open her computer and sees that the tab with her camgirl account is still open and there’s a new message in her inbox.

@ BigBadWolf Sorry for the late reply, had shit to do.

@ BigBadWolf You are so fucking sexy babygirl

@ BigBadWolf sent $500.00

Her eyes widen and mood brightens when she sees he actually replied and the amount he sent.

@ virginesque oh wow, thank u

@ BigBadWolf How was your day?

She glares suspiciously at her screen. The first impression she got of him was that he’s some old rich guy who has a porn addiction and a lot of money to fuel it, so him asking about her day comes as a surprise.

@ virginesque uh good? how was urs?

@ BigBadWolf Better once I watched your video ;)

She’s sure he’s just using flattery to get more out of her, but still can’t help that her cheeks warmed at his comment.

@ virginesque glad i could help

@ BigBadWolf I know this is forward, but do you do video calls?

The question takes her aback. Video calls aren’t something she’s done before, but with the money he’s sent her thus far, she’d be willing to try.

@ virginesque i’ve never done them before but for u i would

@ BigBadWolf Well aren’t you just sweet as shit

@ virginesque when do u wanna call?

@ BigBadWolf Is now okay?

@ virginesque sure

BigBadWolf is calling….

Her heart races in her chest as she debates actually answering or not. She angles down her laptop screen down so he can’t see her face and answers the call.

“Hello?” she asks the black screen.

“Hey, baby,” a deep, raspy voice replies. It’s oddly familiar, but not in a way she can pinpoint.

“Um, thanks for all the money.”

“Anything for my favorite girl.”

She tries to bite back the smile she can feel forming on her face, but his voice is so sexy and words are so flattering.

“Favorite girl?”

“Uh huh, no one else makes me feel the way you do.”

“So, uh…what’s your name? Or do I have to keep calling you ‘big bad wolf?’”

He lets out a laugh before replying. "You don't have to call me that, you can just call me sir."

"Okay, sir, can I see you?"

He pauses for a moment as if he were in thought and when he turns on his camera, he's in a similar position to hers–sitting down with his face out of view. He has on a white t-shirt and his arms are decorated with tattoos. From what she can see, he seems to be in good shape and could potentially be an attractive man.

“Will I ever get to see that pretty face of yours?”

The laugh she lets out is sarcastic. “What makes you so sure my face is pretty?”

“Trust me, I can just tell.”

“Pfff, okay. Did you just want to video call to flirt with me?”

“I just wanted to see you again, but with my eyes only. None of those other assholes watching you from their screens.”

“Yeah? What do you want me to do?”

“Take off your clothes.”

The impudence of his request catches her off guard. Getting naked on camera and adhering to the wishes of random people on the internet are all things she’s used to, but doing it over a video call made her feel shy. It’s more personable. Instead of just reading comments, she’s hearing him tell her what to do and gets to hear his reaction. With shaky hands, she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside. Reaching behind her back, she nervously unclasps her bra and lets it fall down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him.

“Beautiful, baby,” he compliments, sending warmth flooding throughout her body. She gets comments like this all the time, but hearing it from this man has a different affect on her. Like his words and validation actually mean something to her. She stands from her desk chair and unbuttons her jeans before turning around and bending over as she pulls them down. Her panties go next and she sways her hips seductively as she pulls them down too. She steps out of the garments before returning back to her chair.

“I could just stare at you all day. You are a goddamn piece of artwork.”

“Stop! You flatter me too much,” she giggles, hiding her face in her hands even though he can’t even see it.

“Really, I can’t get enough of you. Lemme see that pretty pussy.” She adjusts herself in the chair and lifts her legs, spreading open her thighs and holding them up by the backs of her knees.

“I wanna see it from the back.”

“Yes, sir.” She turns around in her chair and holds on to the back of it for support it. She arches her back to give him a better view.

“That’s it, baby. Touch yourself.” She slides her hand between her legs and rubs her clit. Arousal builds up within her as she pleasures herself.

“I wish it was you touching me right now,” she whines.

“Me too, baby, me too. I wanna feel you come undone around my fingers and then taste you all over.”

“I just know you’d stuff me so good. My cunt and my throat.”

“Oh honey, you have no idea how fuckin’ good I’d make you feel.”

She slides two fingers into her now soaking hole. It’s difficult for her to hit her g-spot in this position, but hearing him talk dirty is enough to get her off. She silently whimpers as her orgasm quickly approaches and the man continues to praise her.

“Attagirl. Lemme see you cum,” he says right when her orgasm hits. Her free hand grips the back of her chair as her thighs shake. She sits back down properly and awaits the man’s next words.

“Look at what you do to me.” He tilts his camera down so she can see his lap, particularly the tent he’s pitching in his pants.

“I wish I could help you with that…especially since I caused it,” she teases with feigned innocence.

“Can I uh…can I watch you take care of it?”

“Of course, babygirl.” He undoes his belt before pulling down his pants just enough to free his cock from his boxers, and once he did, it slapped against his abdomen. Her eyes widen at the size of him. He’s thick and long and slightly curved and veins run along his shaft. He’s circumcised and keeps it neat down there, too. Out of all the dicks she’s seen from unsolicited dick pics, this man’s is the best, prettiest one she’s ever seen. If he could see her, he’d see that her jaw is dropped with awe.

“Just met me and you’re already droolin’ over my dick?”

“So what if I am?” she retorts.

He just laughs his handsome laugh before spitting into his hand. His large, veiny hand wraps around his shaft before he starts stroking it slowly.

“Bet you wanna suck it, don’t you?”

“I’m sure you’d like that,” she laughs.

“You know me so well.”

As she watches him stroke his dick, all she can think of is how it would feel inside of her. Heat floods her core and she’s sure he’d be able to put out that fire within her. He occasionally lets out a few grunts and moans as he brings himself closer to his peak.

“Fuck, baby, I know your pretty little mouth would feel so good around my dick.”

“Mmmhmm, I’d even let you cum down my throat.”

“You are such a naughty girl.” She giggles at the string of profanities that flow from his mouth as he cums all over his hand.

“If I were there, I’d clean you off with my tongue,” she fantasizes.

“You are just trying to get me hard all over again, aren't you?”

“Maybe…”

“I gotta go get ready for work tomorrow, but let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

“You really can’t get enough of me,” she jokes before ending the call.

@ BigBadWolf sent $2,500.00

She stares at her screen in disbelief. No way did she just do that, but what shocks her even more was how much she genuinely enjoyed it, how much it turned her on. They seemed to have a genuine connection, too. The way they flirted back and forth effortlessly without any awkward moments in between made her look forward to interacting with him again.

next part ➤

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plussizeficchick · 1 year ago

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Agora Hills | Eren x Chubby!Reader

Ahhh! It’s part 2 to The Weekend! I didn’t expect y’all to like the first part as much so I’m hoping this lives up to y’all’s expectations😂

Warnings: Mean!Eren (but really only to Mikasa and Historia) Pick Me!Mikasa and Historia (they will be dealt with) smut(cunnilingus, P in V, mentions of fingering, panty sniffing)

She felt like she was going to be sick.

How could he?

How could you?

She cried in your arms, she poured her heart out to both of you and this is what you do?

No.

It had to be you.

You must have tempted him, this was just some elaborate revenge for her talking to that one guy at Connie’s party a while back.

Because no way her Eren would be caught dead with you.

— —

Mikasa’s knees were ready to give way.

All throughout the day, you and Eren had been carefully avoiding her but it was time for your daily meetup at lunch with the rest of the group, so she’ll give you an opportunity to explain yourselves and if she’s willing, she’s open to forgiveness.

Oh how she wishes she’d have just skipped lunch.

She was seated next to Historia in the cafe, along with Armin, Jean and Connie awaiting the arrival of you both. She needed Historia for moral support, having told her of your treachery. Historia wasn’t nearly as upset as Mikasa had expected, but she chalked it up to shock because honestly, she was shocked too.

As soon as the doors to the cafeteria open, everyone’s head turns, the sight of Eren holding the door open for you coming into view.

He walks in after you, eyes raking over your figure as if he didn’t help you pick out your outfit for the day.

It was a simple halter top and mini skirt combo paired with some short, heeled sandals, but that wasn’t what brought the smirk to his lips.

No, it was the pretty gold anklet with his initials and the gorgeous emerald necklace that he’d paired with it that brought the smile to his face.

You looked so pretty with his claim on you.

You both saunter up to your friends, hand in hand, before Eren pulls out your seat for you, taking the one beside you for himself before you both engage in conversation with the guys.

“So, does no one see a problem?” Historia asks incredulously. Has she entered the fucking twilight zone?

Armin shrugs, doing a onceover of the table, “I don’t think so. Everyone’s here right?” He asks, getting a brief nod from everyone.

Not that you and Eren were paying attention. You both were too busy giggling amongst yourselves.

“Eren?” Mikasa squeaks out. She couldn’t believe that after all this time, he’d just throw her away. And for you of all people?

Oh no.

She’s worked too hard, put up with too much to just let him go.

He begrudgingly looks away from you, his mood immediately dampening as he addresses her. “Yeah?” He sighs.

She ignores his disposition, wanting to know just what the fuck you two had going on. “Can I talk to you? Privately?” She grits out through clenched teeth. Eren rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you, playing with the emerald pendant, “Nah, why? What happened?”

Mikasa blushes as everyone turns their gazes towards her, the tension palpable. “What happened? What happened, Eren, is you parading her around like she’s your girlfriend when we-” “When we what, exactly? Look Mikasa, you’re a nice girl but (Y/N)’s different. She makes me feel some type of way whenever I’m with her. We just click in a way that you and I never could.” He cuts her off.

Her heart breaks, tears threatening to fall when she casts a glance at her friends, but the way they avert their eyes has her stomach dropping further. “You guys knew?” She barely manages to get out.

Connie and Jean mumble affirmations, but Armin stutters out a reply, “But not for that long, Mikasa!” He squeaks out, however, Historia’s had enough, “That’s enough! Eren, you’re being cruel. You can’t possibly want her over me-Mikasa!” She exclaims. Eren snarls, his temper spiking. “I’m getting real tired of you guys talking about my girl like that, so I’m only going to say this once,” He grits out. “Being cruel is pretending to be Mikasa’s friend when you’ve been begging me to fuck you behind her back. Being cruel is telling me that Mikasa’s a pathetic bitch and that I can do better than her. And you know what? You’re right! And you’re fucking looking at her, so the both of you can fuck off out of my face.” He practically spits at her. Historia’s jaw drops and Mikasa just wants the earth to swallow her whole.

She rushes out of the cafeteria, Historia hot on her heels, spewing apologies. Eren turns to you, thumb brushing over your cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” He asks, pressing a brief peck to your lips. “Yeah, just not very hungry anymore.” You sigh. Eren frowns, but you’re sure to reassure him. “It’s not because of them, babe. Just wanna be alone with you right now.” You murmur, running your manicured hand along his arm.

He smirks, now eager to get you both out of there. “Hey, we’re gonna rain check on the lunch.” Eren announces to your friends. He helps you out of your seat, guiding you out of the cafeteria.

“He’s fucking whipped.” Connie jokes, gaining laughs from the two men.

— —

You both barely made it past the threshold of his dorm before you were on each other, tongues darting into each other’s mouths eager to gain dominance.

Eren presses you against the door, hiking you up to press his clothed cock against your cunt. “You don’t think anybody noticed, right?” He mumbles into your mouth, the taste of you too good to pull away from. “You fingering me under the table?” You ask. He nods, pulling back slightly to move his attention to your neck, the previous love bites fading to make room for new ones. You shrug, moaning as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, your panties dampening further as a result, “Who cares?”

Eren chuckles at your neediness, moving to press a searing kiss to your lips as he walks you both to his bedroom. He carefully placed you down, pulling back fully to look at you.

He doesn’t think you fully grasp the hold you have on him, but there’s plenty of time to convince you.

He moves to peel away the tight mini skirt and top you have on, your lacy thong being the only thing keeping him from your warm center. You whine for him to get undressed, the sight of his hard abs and tattoos causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He obliges you, removing his hoodie and jeans along with his boxers before he rejoins you on the bed.

He runs a finger over your soaking panties before pulling them down, strings of your arousal sticking to the small piece of cloth.

The next moment is hazy to the both of you, all Eren knows is that he’s not going to be able to go one day without your pussy on his face.

He dives in, his tongue immediately lapping up the juices that escaped from your slick hole before trailing up to your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. You whine, clit throbbing under his ministrations. He takes long, languid licks up and down the slit before flicking his tongue over the bud. You gasp as you cum with a shout, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He’s faring no better, the way your thick thighs clamped over his head, squeezing him further into your cunt has him rutting against the sheets, the tip dripping pre. He pulls away when the need for air becomes necessary, taking in gulps of air while nuzzling into your fupa.

“You’re so pretty, baby. So fucking sexy.” He mumbles into the soft skin. You run your fingers through his unruly hair, the soft locks falling from your fingers. “Want you to fuck me, ‘Ren.” You whine out, aching to feel the length of him stretch you out. He complies, pressing kisses along your body before he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, the taste of you still dancing on his tongue.

He uses the kiss to distract you from the slight sting of his cock stretching your cunt. He hisses at the feel of your warm cunt wrapping around his cock, the slickness of your juices making the glide into you that much easier.

He sits up slightly, fucking into you as he reaches over you to grab something, groaning and cock twitching as he grabs his prize. You barely manage to look up to see your panties pressed against his nose, tongue laving over the damp patch.

You cry out at the sight, your pussy quivering as you pull him into a messy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth. You both whine into each other's mouths, declarations of love spilling from each other's lips as you both reach your high. You clamp down around Eren, your cunt gushing and clenching as you coat his cock in your essence and he fills you up, warm cum painting your walls white.

You’re panting, the exertion catching up to you both as you snuggle into each other, your fingers tracing over the tattoo with your name on it. You’re tired, but you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re at it again.

It’s a good thing neither of them could keep him satisfied.

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justaaveragereader · 3 months ago

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Slashtober🔪|| Knock Knock!Hongjoong & San

Pairing: Hongjoong, & San x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: DARK THEME, Dom!Joong, Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Bondage, Pussy Slapping, Humiliation, Infidelity, Shower Sex, Gun Play, Fingering, Rough Sex, Choking, Slapping, Reader Gets Knocked Out With The Gun, Degradation, Oral, Clit Play, Nipple Pinching, Unprotected Sex, Recording The Deed, Spit, Manhandling, Dumbification, once again its Slashtober y’all know what it issss! If I missed anything PLEASE lemme know 👀👀…

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NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI🔞!!!!!

Kissing your husband on the lips, you stick your head inside the driver side of the car, blowing kisses to your two little ones in the back. The bursting excitement of them filled the car with smiles. Seonghwa brushes you once more, making you avert your eyes to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He whispers, long slender fingers begin to trace the side of your jaw. Making you snap your eyes back to him, that loving feeling blossoming at your insides. Letting a small smile creep on your face as your kids cheer, and yell to Seonghwa that they wanna leave as quickly as possible. Nodding your head, you place a kiss on Seonghwas lips, letting him know you have a lot of work to catch up on, and it would be best if they went to the beach alone. Letting a brief smile dance among his lips he wishes once more you’d come, kissing the palm of your hand, love swirling within his dark eyes. You kiss his lips once more, your oldest out of the two letting out a small groan, saying how gross it is to see his parents touching lips. Placing the car in park, and pulling out of the driveway, you watch as the car gets smaller and smaller.

Heading back in the house you let out a small groan, clearly battling the temptations of procrastination. It was the first time you got your house to yourself in quite some time. Not that you didn’t love Seonghwa, and your kids. But sometimes you missed the peacefulness the quiet had brought. Sitting at the computer seat you make yourself as comfortable as possible knowing you have hours of work ahead of you. Eyes burning with each passing hour, due to barely blinking you glance down at the time, exhaustion runs all over your body. Grabbing your coffee mug you head to the kitchen when suddenly the doorbell rings, starting you. Making your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole, quietly trying to move around your house.

“Who is it?” You call out, seeing the two strange men in front of your door. Clearly shivering, they both say their name through chattering teeth. Opening the door slightly you peak through the crack.

“How can I help you..?” You whisper out, clearly scared. Flicking on the porch light you see both men fully. Their handsome faces have you opening the door wider, taking in both forms. Their shirts cling to their bodies. Your eyes fight to stay looking at their face as they begin speaking.

“H-Hi mam..our car broke down three miles down the block, our phones died as well. You were the only house that answered the door. We’ve been trying to get help for hours.” San says through chattering teeth. The smaller one looks at you, eyes boring into the side of your face. Clearly making you nervous you clear your throat..

“My husband he’s not home currently.” You explain, eyes barely being able to focus on the eyes of each man. Giving a small tight lipped smile. They both nod understanding, the one with the bigger shoulders asks if he could borrow your phone to call a couple friends. Despite your better judgment you hesitantly nod, cracking your door open a bit wider. Letting them step in, they don’t move far from your front door as they don’t wanna track in water. Grabbing your cell phone you make your way back to both men, lingering not too far to give them privacy to make whichever phone calls they need too.

“Okay thank you..” San says, ending the phone call. With one arm wrapped around his body he calls out for you..

“Mam..excuse me!” He whisper shouts. Not wanting to make any commotion in your house. Making your way back to them with some towels you take your phone back.

“Any luck?” You ask, while looking between the both of them. The smaller one answers first…

“Not til tomorrow, so we will have to tough it out in the car till then.” Shrugging his shoulders they both dry off to the best of their abilities before handing you the towels. As they begin to leave you stop them…

“Wait..!” On the drop of a dime they both halt their movements. Both side eyeing each other with smiles on their faces, they turn with curious looks.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this…and it’s probably not a good idea, I mean we don't even know each other…” as you continue to ramble, they make their way closer to you. San in the back, Hongjoong in the front. As you feel the damp material of their clothes touch your warm skin you stop your rambling.

“We appreciate your hospitality..” San whispers into your ear, his soft lips brush against your heated skin. Letting out a squeak, you nod your head. Not trusting yourself to speak to either of them. Hongjoong studies your every move. Eyes flickering with curiosity. He begins to thank you..

“Would you mind getting us a change of clothes perhaps? I would kill for a shower..” he ends his sentence stepping closer to you, breath fanning across your face. Suddenly you lack all ability to think clearly, nodding your head you have them follow you to your shared bedroom. You are convinced both of them are sirens, so thoughtlessly you follow their word. Photos of you and Seonghwa fill the room. As you step over the threshold of the door your body sends a shiver down your spine. Grabbing them some of Seonghwas clothes you hand them to each man.

“You can keep them, they are just some extra clothes my husband has lying around.” You squeak out, looking at every feature on their faces but their eyes. Grabbing the clothes they both smile at you, heads turning towards you fully.

“Husband? What a lucky man..” Hongjoong purrs out. Letting his cold hand touch yours before taking all the fabric from your arms. Nodding you crack a smile, all three of you starring amongst each other. It feels like the room is boiling in heat. Letting out a small cough you lead them towards the bathroom. Offering them to shower, stressing that warmth is very important. Just as you are about to leave they both thank you. Nodding you tell them you will be down the hall. Leaving them to themselves you don’t travel far, listening as the wet clothing hits the bathroom floor. You have two strange men undressing in your home. Looking at the portraits of you and Seonghwa you place them face down. Not wanting to feel the guilt of breaking such a code of loyalty. Just as you are about to leave the room, the bathroom light catches one of the portraits you are laying down. Biting your lip you want to head out of the room, give them their privacy, but your feet move before your mind can. You stand outside of the bathroom door, peeking inside. Your mouth slightly dropping when you see both naked men, stepping inside of the same shower. Their upper bodies look like they had been sculpted by Gods. The one with the big shoulders had such a defined back with each movement the muscles flexed, the shorter one while he was not as big, he still was muscular, a defined six pack, pecs swollen with muscle. Brain lagging in action, you step inside the bathroom, the warmth from the shower aiding in the heat.

You blink in awe as both of them maneuver under the water. Mouth drying with each movement they do. You were like a love sick teen, clearly caught up in the moment until. San lets out a low whistle, standing like a deer in the headlights. Your jaw tenses, you can’t even make a case to plead as you are caught directly in the act. Opening the glass door, they both step out, bodies fully nude, cocks long and hard just resting on top of their strong thighs. Your eyes immediately fall to it, watching the way Hongjoongs curves, and Sans has a bulging vein.

“Well, well, look what we have here Hongjoong.” San says, water droplets falling off of him.

“I’m-I’m I sw-swear! This isn’t, no, if you just let me expl-.” Your sentence is cut off by Hongjoong stepping in front of you, the heat rolls off of him, almost knocking you out.

“I think I know what you want..” he whispers, letting his hand come up to run across your bottom lip before placing his thumb on your tongue. San wedges you between them both, wet, warm chest touching your back. You can feel his cock pressed against your lower back.

“You wanna be fucked good, don’t you?” San whispers into your ear, letting out a small moan.

“You wanna be fucked rough?” Hongjoong whispers out, getting closer to your face. Lips brushing against yours. Your face heats, feeling a flush run across your body you nod slowly. Hands clenched into fists. You know this is wrong, your brain is screaming ‘what about Seonghwa?’ But against your better judgment you follow through, continuing to nod. Agreeing that this is what you want. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he pulls your face closer to his..

“I need a yes, not just a head nod.” His bottom lip brushes yours, nodding your head once more you tell him verbally that this is what you want. Everything happens so quickly, they are pushing you to the running shower, stripping your clothes as you get closer to the steamy area. Before you know it you are naked, sandwiched in between both men. With their lips hot on your skin, hands flying all over your body, this is going to be a night no one will never forget.

“Look at that San.” Hongjoong says through a laugh, continuing to pump his throbbing cock inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises, mixing with the heavy breaths from both of them cloud your mind, not even hearing your phone ring. San lets out a laugh, lightly slapping the side of your face repeatedly, trying to bring you back to reality. Grabbing the front of your neck, Hongjoong tilts you head back, the pressure from his hand makes you let out a loud moan.

“Don't you hear that baby? Your phone is ringing. Should we answer it?” He huffs into your mouth. Drinking in every breath you blow in his face, tongue darting out to lick up the small drool that’s leaving your mouth, you thoughtlessly nod. Slowing his thrusts, San reaches out of the shower grabbing your phone, answering it.

“Hello?” You hear Seonghwas voice, it feels like you are in a tunnel, the echoing of his voice is in your ears, yet you can't seem to understand why.

“Hello? Y/N?”

Lowering his moist lips to your ear he growls in them..

“Answer him, or I will.” Jerking his hips once more inside of you, digging deeper, bumping directly against your cervix.

“Hel-Hello..?” You groan out, hissing at the way San digs his nails into your hips, slowing his pace down. Letting the head of his cock bump against your swollen clit. With his cock sliding between your wet pussy lips, and Hongjoong arranging your guts you could barely come up dough a logical thought.

“You alright?” Seonghwa asks, concern lacing his voice. Biting your lip, you nod as if he could see you through the phone. Palming the fat of your ass, Hongjoong brings you down further on his cock. His oozing tip completely crushing your g spot. Making you let out a whimper. San lets out a small giggle, pumping his hips faster, the tip of his red cock brushing your clit with each stroke. Bringing his hand down, he grabs his member, continuing to stroke in between your sticky lips. The steam from the shower adding onto the extra moisture.

“Ye-Yea.” You say clearing your throat.

“I’m alright, just a super hot shower, the steam is getting to me, along with all the work.”

Letting out a small sigh of relief Seonghwa goes on to tell you that due to the storm they will be hunkering down at Wooyoungs house on the beach. You barely hear any words that come through the phone speaker, the hot breath that is on the back of your neck from Hongjoong is clouding your thoughts. The deep strokes he’s giving your cunt, letting quiet sloshing noises. Not too sure if Seonghwa can hear the noises, you quickly wrap up the call, telling him you love him. While you have a cock stuffed up your cunt, and sliding between your pussy lips. As soon as the call ends San halts his strokes. Dropping to his knees, his tongue starts toying with your throbbing clit. Hongjoong resumes his slow deep strokes, reaching around to grab your breast, he pinches your nipple. Making you let out a howl.

“You love him?” Hongjoong whispers in your ear, hips driving back far before slamming into you at full force. Knocking your g spot each time, Sans tongue flickers over Hongjoongs length from time to time, collecting any fluid that leaks out of your used hole. Wrapping his soft lips against your clit, he nibbles on it before giving it quick, firm sucks. Bringing his hand down to touch his neglected cock he pumps it at the pace Hongjoong strokes your insides with.

“Answer me!” Hongjoong grits out. Teetering on the edge of bliss trying to hold himself off as long as possible. You choke out a breath letting out a loud whine. Clutching the top of Sans head, as he throws one of your legs over his broad shoulder. The hot water runs down your body, certain streams aim at your other neglected pebbles nipple.

“I don’t know.” You whine out, the hazing clouds still blur your mind and eyes. You do love Seonghwa, that’s why you married him, settled down with him, had kids with him. Yet here you were getting pleasured by two men who were not your husband. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

“Fu-Fuck.” Your hips stutter against Sans face, his tongue continuing to flicker against your clit as he sucks on it like it is a piece of candy. Hongjoongs nails dig deeper into the flesh of your hips. As he begins to slam you up and down his length, he snatches you off of Sans mouth. His dark eyes immediately meeting Sans.

Rolling his shoulders, San stands up, back firm against the shower wall, he grabs one of your nipples rolling it between his thumbs, the other grabbing his cock, tapping it against his stomach, Hongjoong slams you against Sans front. His pace is no longer slow and deep. He begins hammering away at your insides while San wedges his cock between both of your bodies, pumping his body slowly against the lower flesh of your stomach. The sudden change in pace has you gripping Sans shoulders trying your best to remain steady.

“Oh-Oh my god.” You chant over and over again.

“Hong-Hongjoong please!” You squeal out. Bringing his hand down to you with your clit, San picking up speed as well, the wet, soft flesh makes his cock leak all over your skin. Feeling his balls beginning to tighten, San pinches your clit, the warm water running from his arms down to your abused clit gives you that final push you need, causing your back to arch against Hongjoong who thrusts once more before pulling out and cumming all over your ass. San pumps a few more times before coming all over your lower belly, the cum squirting quick and hot all over your flesh.

Letting out a breathy moan you lean your body weight against San, head laying against his shoulder. Letting out a sigh, San pats your sticky ass. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, Hongjoong grabs soap and begins to clean the cum off of you.

“Hey…you alright?” San whispers into your ear, the water droplets from his face tickle your nose, looking up at him you nod. Not even uttering a word as your body is spent. Wrapping up the shower you both end up in your bed. Your body crushed between the both of them, the warmth radiating from them as your body being pulled into a deep sleep. As one rubs small circles with his thumbs on your upper shoulders, the other is rubbing small circles on your lower back. Your eyes fall heavy with sleep, abandoning your phone in the bathroom, your morals in the shower, and your respect for your relationship in the very bed all three of you lie in, the very same bed that normally would occupy you and your husbands bodies.

As your breathing gets heavier San and Hongjoong look up from your sleeping frame. A mischievous grin breaks out on Joongs face. Slipping away from your bed, they head back into the bathroom. Quiet steps as both men move, making sure not to startle you awake.

“What do you think?” San says, leaning against the bathroom sink. Folding his arms against his naked chest. Hongjoong stands in the middle of the bathroom, looking around.

“What do you think?” He looks at San, that playful smile taking over his face once more. Nodding his head San turns around, beginning to rummage through the bathroom cabinets. Taking out the items that catch his eye.

“Black Opium, let’s give it a smell.” Spraying the cologne in the room, waving his hand through it, San hums in approval.

“They got some super nice stuff, look at all these pieces of jewelry.” Hongjoong whispers as he thrifts through the drawers in the bathroom, taking every piece of jewelry out and admiring it. Wafting his hand back and forth he covers his nose.

“San this isn’t a bath and body works!” Hongjoong quietly hisses, annoyed at the various scents swirling in the bathroom. Shooting Hongjoong a sheepish smile, he places the body sprays down. Muttering a quiet sorry, before giggling and sifting through them once more.

Moving from room to room, they venture all over the house, even going as far as dressing in the some of Seonghwas clothes. Parading around in them, mocking the relationship you both had shared. Mouths stuffed with your children’s snacks, leaving crumbs and food everywhere. With full bellies, bodies covered in glamorous jewels, and expensive perfumes, they make their way back to you and your husbands shared bedroom. Just as San lays down, Hongjoong spots a tucked away door in the back of the bedroom, almost naked to the human eye unless you were truly looking for it.

“What?” San says, acknowledging Hongjoongs strange movements. Hongjoongs feet move before his brain can come up with a reply to San, opening the door, he steps in. Eyes boring with shock, it was a safe room. Gun cases, the true expensive items, jewelry, perfumes, clothing items. It was a dream come true for constant travelers such as himself and San.

“Wow..” is all he could come up with, his body vacant for words. Take, take, take, is all he could think. That’s all he could do, take advantage of the situation, take your items, and most importantly take your feelings, and stomp on them. Letting out an annoyed sigh, San stands up lugging his tired body to where Hongjoong stood. Just as shocked as the man, but more annoyed due to the lack of sleep. Letting his eyes crinkle with joy, he glares at San giving him a knowing look. Looking back at Hongjoong with just as an evil glint he nods his head, understanding his exact thoughts without even speaking a word. Quietly closing the door, they make their way back to the bed where you are soundly asleep. Each of them crushing each side of your body. Before either of them can drift off to sleep, they give each other one more knowing glance laced with mischief before letting a light slumber take both of their bodies over.

The bright shine of the sun pokes at your eyelids, causing your face to crinkle with annoyance, slightly moving your body but you are stopped by a body right behind you, pulling you close to their chest. Your eyes immediately shoot open to be welcomed by Hongjoongs bright eyes staring back at you. His deep gaze puts you into a state of shock. A man that is not your man, in your shared bed, while a strong arm begins to rub the lower part of your stomach making your body slightly jump.

“Just relax…we don’t bite.” San whispers breath cool with a minty hue, but timber due not being awake long. Putting his fingers under your chin Hongjoong brings your face back to look at him.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, eyes twinkling with danger. He’s observing your every move, studying you. Brain instantly turning to putty you nod your head, letting him know you heard him, brain not quite understanding him.

“Go on, pretty girl, tell him how you slept.” San insists, giving your lower belly a reassuring pat. The smoothness in his tone has you seeing stars in the early morning.

“Pe-Peaceful.” You say stuttering slightly. Nodding his head Hongjoong brings his hand up to rub across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, rubbing his thumb along the gums of your bottom teeth. He held so much dominance in such small acts, his energy suffocated everyone in the room. Your eyes dart to his tattoo..blinking twice your eyes look back at him, pulling his hand back he sticks his thumb in his mouth, savoring your taste.

“No one like me…” you whisper while running your fingers over his bicep. It sounded like a question more so than a statement. Raising his eyebrow he smiles at you, his perfectly white teeth on display for you. Nodding his head he looks as your fingers lightly trace the dark ink on his skin.

Giving your waist a slight hard squeeze, San tells you to head to the bathroom and get ready for the day. Nodding your head you crawl out of bed, making your way towards the bathroom, closing it behind you. Kicking his feet, tossing his arms behind his head, San cockly lays in the bed.

“Very obedient thing.”

Getting up from the bed, Hongjoong makes his way towards San, standing over him. His smaller frame barely intimidating San. Remaining with his feet kicked up, Hongjoong knocks his feet off of the bed.

“Did you do what I asked of you?” Rolling his eyes San peaks one eye open at him, before shutting it.

“Yes I did.” He replies sing songy. Voice laced with excitement.

“Hongjoong, when have I ever let you down.” He says sitting up, face mere inches away from Hongjoongs. Placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, he swings his feet off the bed. Slapping his hands on Hongjoongs shoulders. Before Hongjoong can rebuttle he hears the water in the bathroom cut off..

“Everyone in their places!” San sings, hopping around the room. Just as the bathroom door swings open, you see Hongjoong standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. When a sudden screech noise catches both of your ears. San drags in one of the dining room chairs. Placing it mere inches from you, waving his hand so you would sit. Holding his hand out he guides you to the chair, his hands rub at your shoulders, beginning to ease the tension in them. San begins to pepper small kisses along your neck to your earlobe. The warmth of his soft lips beating your body. Just as you are about to open your mouth to moan, it gets cut by something cool wrapping around your ankles, shifting, tying the belts in places he moves into wrapping your wrist. You don’t even attempt to stop them too wrapped up in the way San is attacking your neck, nipping at your pulse.

“We just wanna do something different with you, doll.” San purrs into your ear. Your pussy immediately grows moist at his voice.

Nodding your head dumbfoundedly, you let them have their way with you, ripping pieces of clothing off till you are nude, shredded fabric surrounds all of you. Pulling out his phone San hands it to Hongjoong who starts to record your neck being practically eaten up by San, baring his teeth nipping at the delicate skin on top of your pulse. You let out breathy moans with each bite. Getting closer, he wets two fingers before running them over your cunt, hearing the squealing of your pussy against his fingers he realizes he didn’t even need to lick them.

“Open your mouth.” Hongjoong says quietly taking in your form, chest heavy with each breath. Your breast move with each movement you do, jiggling in his eyesight. Opening your mouth, San stuffs a wash cloth inside of it, they both begin to do their best work, bringing you on the brink of ecstasy before tearing it away from you.

Rubbing his fingers sloppily over your clit, you bite the wash cloth in your mouth, tears streaming down your face. Tilting your head back at the pressure building inside of you. Squishing your face, your wet eyes bore up at Hongjoong.

“Don't be rude.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks even tighter. San zooms in on your phone, making sure to catch the tears streaming down your face. Letting out a low moan, San gets upon close to you and Hongjoong, squishing his face next to yours with his fingers continuing to sloppily play with your sticky clit. He continues to poke fun at you.

“What a slut for pain.” Letting out a squeal of a laugh he pinches your clit, pushing you to orgasm. Your sticky fluids leaking all over the chair beneath you, wetting your inner thighs, all the way down to your ankles. Your eyes puff with tears, wiggling your body, pleading with Hongjoong to stop. Stop what though? Orgasm after orgasm…? Or stop humiliating you..?

Pausing his hand he brings his fingers up to Sans mouth, eagerly sucking your essence off of Hongjoongs fingers, he flips the camera onto them making sure to record him sucking Hongjoongs fingers clean before dropping in a squat, catching a close up of your twitching cunt.

“I wonder if Seonghwa ever made you cum this much.” San breaths out. Watching your pussy clench around nothing makes him and Hongjoong laugh loudly.

“Don’t tell me..” Hongjoong says through a laugh, fingers coming to tweak one of your perked nipples. Making you squeal, the heat begins to spread all over your body. You are embarrassed that they keep bringing up Seonghwa. You should be ashamed that you are allowing them to mock your marriage, mock your husband, but you can’t deny the flush of feverish need that spreads from your head to your dripping pussy.

“I don’t think he’s ever made her cum this much Hongjoong.” San says while laying a firm slap against your pussy. The roughness of his hand has your back arching as far as it can in the restraints. Standing up Hongjoong picks up the gun that was taken out of the hidden room, grabbing the handle of it, and shoving the cold metal against your swollen clit. The temperature difference has you practically doubling over. Setting the phone up on the nightstand. San makes his way back over, pulling his pants down so they sit right below his balls, hard cock springing out. Pulling the rag out of your mouth, you cough, chest heaving with fresh air. The saliva that has built in your mouth begins to drop all over you, some splashing and hitting his stiff cock. Letting out a small whistle he grabs the back of your neck.

“Spit on my cock again.” He says, biting his lip. Gathering all the pooled spit you have in your mouth you spit on his cock again, his head dropping back. He moans, beginning to stroke his cock steadily making sure to aim his cock towards your mouth.

Beginning to move the gun once more, he toys at your clit with it. A loud moan leaves your mouth, eyes growing hazy, you don’t know where to look. Toes clenching with each stroke of the cold metal against your abused clit. Knowing you are in a dangerous situation, your body is on fire. Yet the anticipation of cumming once more clouds your judgment. Your brain is screaming at you to pull it together to scream for help, but your loins are ignited. Pausing the handle on your clit, he pulls it away resulting in a whine from you. Sans eyes growing twice the size.

“Oh god Hongjoong, she’s a pain slut.”

“An adrenaline junky.”

Biting your lip you begin to call out to Hongjoong, San stops stroking his cock. Placing it back in his pants. With every step back he takes, you watch his cock jump. The thick vein that runs down the side throbbing with each movement. Giving the gun to San, Hongjoong inches closer to you, movements as fluid as water, and just as deadly as much. Standing behind you in the chair, he kneads one of your breasts, while slipping his fingers into your sopping cunt. Resulting in a loud moan, tossing your head back. You wiggle in your chair, as Hongjoong continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, practically bringing you over edge once more. He haults his movements just as you feel the tip of the cold metal gun against your forehead. Instantly choking on your moans, your eyes fly open, head tilting down lazily looking at San holding the gun against your forehead. The handle slick with your arousal mixed with some of your cum. Your throat feels like it’s being constricted, the web you have weaved is now the one compressing you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You manage to choke out. Eyes flooding with tears once more. Hongjoong pinches your nipple, the sudden feeling tossing you from the initial reaction of shock.

“You really are a pain slut.” Hongjoong murmurs into your ear, you can feel his sinister smile across your earlobe. Basking in the fact they have you caught in such a predicament. With his fingers on the trigger San crushed the cold steel against your forehead. His fingers crush deeper into your cunt, brushing right against your g spot. Biting your bottom lip your eyes begin to fill with tears. His thumb begins to harp harshly over your used clit. The pads of his finger toy with your spongy spot, rubbing against it continuously. The adrenaline that boils through your veins is running its course. Your heart pumps swiftly with each second that passes. San looms over your shaking figure. Hands digging into the flesh of your palms, you begin to pant.

“Pull it.” Hongjoong says, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck. Leaving small bruises behind, leaving marks so when they found you, that they would have understood that you would have been claimed.

“N-no.” You moan out. Hongjoongs fingers begin to dance quicker on your g spot. Pussy leaking all over once more. Soppy noises bounce off the room, falling on your deaf ears. All you can hear is the rush of your blood through your body, heart hammering away.

“Pull it San.” Your cunt gushes at his skilled fingers, body shaking with adrenaline. Pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Pull it San.” Hongjoong says louder, identical grins gracing both of their faces. Your thighs try to close around Hongjoongs hand.

“No San pl-fuck-please!” You practically yell out, the room begins to spin. It feels like your heart is rattling in your ears. With your orgasm approaching, and Hongjoong yelling at San to pull the trigger your nerves are at an all time high. Your head clouds with judgment. You are on the brink of death and on the brink of an orgasm.

“Do it San! Do it!” Hongjoong yells, ending his sentence with a high cackle. Just as you watch Sans finger move to firmly grasp the trigger, Hongjoong flicks your clit hard once more, giving his fingers one more harsh thrust over your g spot. As you are moaning at San not too, he pulls the trigger, the clicking noise rings in your ears as do your loud screams from your crushing orgasm. You squirt all over Hongjoongs hand, your clear liquid pushes his hand out of your cunt. The liquid splashing at your feet, splashing on Sans pants, sprinkling him with your juices. Your head falls back, chest rising and falling rapidly after such an intense moment. Your head slumps forward, eyes shut tightly. Brushing his thumb over your clit once more your body jolts, letting out a loud shriek.

Grabbing the phone, San steps back, letting Hongjoong get a close up of your spent cunt, spreading your folds to get an up close shot. Tilting the camera up at you. Letting out a small laugh..

“Say hi to Seonghwa, baby.” You're hazy with exhaustion. The sound of Seonghwas name on Hongjoongs lips fell on deaf ears. You are in the moment but not present in it. Ending the video he tosses the phone back on the bed. Your face flushed from various orgasms.

“I think she got fucked dumb.” San says, poking the back of your head with the tip of the gun. Making your head slump further.

“Good, makes it easier.” Hongjoong says, stepping closer to you. Gathering both of your cheeks in his hand, squishing your face. Salvia begins to pool out of your lips falling in a thin string. Placing a small kiss on your moist lips, he steps back looking at San.

“The more obedient you are, the faster this will go.” Your ears slightly perk up at his sentence. Eyes slowly drifting up while still being semi incoherent you raise an eyebrow confused at what he meant. Raising the butt of the gun San hits you in the back of the head instantly knocking you out, all your body weight falling forward the chair creaking at the sudden drop. The restraints hold you back, but your head still hits Hongjoongs chest. Placing the gun on the dresser, San wipes it clean with a towel from the bathroom.

Untying the belts that were holding your body to the chair, your body flops forward hitting the bedroom floor. The noise startling San..

“A warning will be nice next time.” Walking closer to your body, he looks at the chair that is pooling in your slick.

“Shut up, and help me.” Grabbing your legs while Hongjoong grabs your arms, they carry you to the living room, letting you hit the floor with a thud.

“What are we going to do with her?” San ponders out loud.

“We could leave her here, send the videos to her husband, and take the valuables.” Hongjoong says, sitting on the couch above your body. San shakes his head not liking the idea. Pacing back and forth in the living room, he spots a shed in your backyard. Glancing over to Hongjoong who is deep in thought. A small smile creeps on his face..

“I have the perfect idea..” he says through a small whisper, beelining it to the shed he rummages through the gardening equipment before stumbling upon a shovel. Lugging it to the backyard he sticks it in the ground.

“Hongjoong! Hongjoong!” He shouts from outside, glancing over at Sans excited form his eye twinkles with mischief. Making his way back inside they both give each other a knowing glance before grabbing your body once more and carrying it outside. There was a lot of work to be done..

With an aching feeling in your body. You blink slowly, eyes filled with crust. The brightness of the sun poking your eyes once more. Going to wipe your eyes your movements are stopped by your arms not being able to move. Your eyes shoot open, waking you from your daze, looking around you are trying to bring in your surroundings. Eyes pooling with tears. Letting out a croak, you begin panting, chest thick with emotion. You were buried up to your neck in the ground, a pile of dirt hugging your neck.

“She finally woke up!” San cheers out loud, his voice startling you, as you are not able to see him. The voice continues to cheer from behind you, trying to turn your neck every which way to see him. Dragging the shovel forward he pins it in the dirt in front of you, both men coming into sight.

All three of you have a quiet stare off, not much words need to be said. Accepting your fate your eyes start to overfill with tears, stealing your face you try to shake them off. A mug etched across your face. You look at both men in disgust.

“I hate both of you.” You grit out through clenched teeth. Laying a hand on his chest dramatically Hongjoong rolls his eyes, taken back by your harsh words.

“Both of us? What did we do!” San exclaims

“You both did this to me.” You grit out, annoyed by the theatrics both men are showing.

“All we did was bring you pleasure.”

“Orgasm after orgasm.”

“That sounds like a good time to me.” San says with a shrug. Clearly not phased by your annoyance. Tears streaming down your face you begin to scream for help. Letting out a moan, he grabs his cock through his pants.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby, no one will hear you.” Hongjoong says as San strokes himself through his pants. Turned on by the events rolling out in front of him. You continue to yell for what feels like hours, your throat feeling hoarse with each shriek you eventually quiet down, tears wetting the out around your neck, leaving smears of grime on your skin.

“Please…” you squeak out in a tired tone, voice raw with emotion.

“Please what? Please you’ll do anything?” San says with a devious smirk on his face. Nodding your head swiftly you bite your lip, hoping they’d let up on this current torture you’re in.

“Like…calling your husband and telling him that you cheated on him?” Hongjoong asks. Your eyes bulge. Biting your lip, nostrils flaring, they both are dancing around this current sharade with you. Shaking your head no, they both begin to snicker. Eye twitching you begin to scream..

“I did nothing wrong!” You scream at the top of your lungs, chest barely being able to heave as the pressure from the dirt is practically crushing you. San and Hongjoong look down at you with massive grins covering their faces.

“You guys fucked me! I didn’t fuck you! You came on to me!” You stress as much as you can, trying your best to wiggle your body beneath the dirt. Groaning in frustration you continue to yell profanities at both men in front of you, just as you are about to tell them to fuck off you hear the sound of you moaning. Eyes growing wide you stare up at the men in front of you.

“Sent!” San says in a chipper tone, setting the phone down just mere inches away from your face, there you were screaming Hongjoongs name in the shower. The slurping noises of San on your clit, and Hongjoong hammering away at your cunt.

“We sent it to every contact in your phone.” San replies in a sarcastic tone. His tone underlying a ‘matter of factly’ hue to it. Sent it to everyone in your contacts? That means it got sent too…

“I believe Seonghwa was his name right?”

“Righttttt!” Hongjoong says, foot still planted firmly on the shovel in the miniature dirt pile. Your eyes grow big, jaw dropping like you had a mouth full of rocks. You feel the back of your throat close up, the stinging of tears begins to burn your lash line. With the lack of oxygen it makes your head spin with dizziness, and disbelief.

“You guys fucked me.” You grit out through clenched teeth, practically seething at the mouth. Saliva being spit out at them. You watch as Sans figure makes its way towards you with a giant piece of rock, your eyes are trying to focus on both men. Hongjoong who has now plucked the shovel out of the dirt, and is firmly grasping the handle of the shovel, while San is making his way towards you with the giant rock. As tears begin to stream down your face, the salty liquid moistens the cold dirt around your neck.

“Oh pretty girl…” Hongjoong purrs out. With San swinging the giant rock in the air, holding it still above his head as he’s getting ready to drop it, they both look at you with a devilish grin.

“We are about to fuck you more ways than one.”

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revelboo · 17 days ago

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I just ploughed through your “Everything is alright” series and I need you to imagine me coming though the screen to kiss your forehead cause there is a massive brain in there hhhh this fic is amazing and your writing is so delicious I wish I could chew it 💕💕💕 I already liked starscream before but now I’m in way deep 🫣keep up the amazing work

I’m having fun with this story- Y’all gotta remember this is still Skin and Bones Megs. He’s just a bit more over Starscream’s plotting to usurp him in this arc than he is over there. 🤣 and to be fair, Star’s been too distracted to plot

Everything Is Alright Pt 77

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• You don’t even realize you’d begun nodding off from stressed exhaustion until you wake to feel a warm servo sliding from between your shoulders to the base of your spine. Head pounding, you just want to lean into that touch even as a vague wrongness spills through you. Whatever you’re lying on isn’t warm, living metal. It’s just metal and cold. Arm shifting and fingers lifting to touch your head, you hiss through your teeth. You’re not bleeding anymore and you can’t even find the little gash, but the skin still hurts to touch. How had you healed that fast?

• Servos absently sliding over the human, Megatron scrolls on his datapad. Aware of Soundwave’s anxious hovering, that the communications officer is worried he might hurt you. It’s what motivates him to curl his servos about you and lean back in his chair, draping you on his chassis and pinning you there against his palm. Feels you startle against him, head lifting to stare up at him with wide eyes that almost immediately seek out Soundwave, expression almost pleading. “Leave me,” he growls and the human makes a soft noise that might be a protest as Soundwave hesitates.

• Unable to deliberately disobey, the uncertain way you’re staring at him makes him take a cautious step forward. “The human?” He asks, surely Megatron’s already bored of amusing himself with your fear by now. But the warlord waves him away with his other hand, dismissing him. Spark constricting, he wishes he could reach out to you, explain that it’s going to be alright. He’s not abandoning you, he just has to pick his battles carefully, but he can’t say it without Megatron hearing and those wide eyes watch him as he leaves the bridge. Unable to go too far, he lingers just outside the door, spark aching as the chaos of your fear spreads through his processor from the other side of the door. Right there, but out of reach.

• “Tell me, pet,” Megatron murmurs, servos rubbing against you, feeling a little hand try to push one away as you actually dare to glare up at him. You have to know how helpless you are, but you’re obviously too used to Cybertronians to remember to be afraid. “Are you the reason that backstabbing Seeker’s been behaving lately?” Because yes, there’d been a minor coup from the Insecticons to deal with, but the normal thorn in his side has been quiet and almost obedient lately.

• “I want Starscream,” you manage as he tips your chin up with a servo. One corner of his mouth twitches at you when you try to shove it away from you before giving up. Because making him stop touching you is a fight you can’t win. “Is he okay?” He’d been bleeding energon and hurt when he was dragged to medbay. Literally dragged, as wounded as he was, he was still fighting to get free. Optics only on you in Megatron’s hand and his desperation broke you wide open. You’d never seen him so scared.

• Getting dragged into and subsequently thrown out of medbay is a first. Hearing Hook snarling about him and Seekers in general as he heads down the hall, his self repair in full swing once the bleeds were stopped and the bigger damage repaired. Still hurting, but as soon as he’d come out of “forced recharge” as Hook had called it, he’d started trying to get free again. To get to you. Are you okay? What’s Megatron done to you without him to protect you? Fear twisting about his spark, he strides past Soundwave, ignoring him as he lifts a hand to stop him. Because there’s nothing to say, is there? He’d betrayed you both and that can’t be forgiven.

• “He always is,” Megatron says, tone bitter as he vents roughly to stir your hair. Optics narrowing as the Starscream strides onto the bridge without permission. Wings flaring as his optics lock on you. “Something wrong?” He asks the Seeker, using a servo to gently press your cheek to his chassis. Knows he’s goading him, but something about how possessive he and Soundwave both are isn’t adding up.

• It’s so hard to not lash out, to force himself down on a knee. Playing at obedience. “Lord Megatron,” he hisses, struggling to keep his tone civil. To not snarl and attack, because you’ll be caught in the middle and he can’t risk it. “I’ve come to retrieve my pet.” There’s no keeping the venom out of his tone, spark aching as you stare at him. Not as terrified as he’d feared, but he hates as you struggle to push Megatron’s servo away. “Apologies for burdening you with the human.” Please. Wants to reach for you, take you back to his quarters where you belong. Wants to go home and needs you with him for his lonely quarters to be home.

• “Hardly a burden,” Megatron says, watching Starscream’s servos curl under into fists. Knowing the proud Seeker must hate this. To make this much of a show of obedience for one little human? What makes you so important? “I think I’ll keep them a bit longer. Go patrol.” There’s the Starscream he knows and expects, optics narrowed and hateful, denta bared in a grimace. Wanting to lash out, but unable to. Thwarted by the warm, fragile organic in Megatron’s servos. Because you’re proving so useful already. “Go.”

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sierrale8ne · 7 days ago

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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER FOURTEEN

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc

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warnings none! my girls are getting on the right track in this one.

kalena speakss 🪽! this chapter might be a little underwhelming for y’all but it’s so key for the ending of this story and allat!

July 2025 — Kia Forum, Inglewood, California

I never imagined that singers— especially really fucking good ones— could be so terrible at singing happy birthday.

Backstage at Kia Forum I’m joined by none other than Destin Conrad and Victoria Monet, and multiple other members of my team, just minutes away from going out on stage.

I can hear the crowd and feel the rumble under my feet even though no one is out yet.

“You guys do know my birthday isn’t until tomorrow, right?” I laugh when the singing comes to an end.

Destin drapes an arm over my shoulder, slightly bumping his hip against mine. “Yes, but it will be by the time we’re off stage.” He responds, squeezing my shoulder gently and leading me closer to that black stage. The instrumental of Unpredictable plays, and Destin is walking out to start his verse.

I shake off any nerves that reside on my mind and adjust the grip on the microphone in my hand.

There’s always a moment of clarity whenever I’m about to go on stage, like the feeling of being so loved by thousands of people is surreal.

Footsteps grow increasingly louder behind me, I tug out my inner ear monitor to look over at who is behind me.

“Kea?” My eyebrows furrow and I gasp just slightly surprised. I knew she would be here, she made a big deal of explaining how Cameron, Paige, and herself would get comfortable in their suite and cheer for me the loudest of anyone in the arena.

So I fully expected her to be, well, in her suite. Not here.

“Listen—”

“I have to go—”

“I know, just listen. I know about Paige. She told me everything, and I'm not mad it’s just,” Rickea pauses with a sigh and I look at her pointedly, silently telling her to hurry it up before I miss my cue.

“You should hear her out. I know you’re hurting over it all, and rightfully so, but I know Paige. And I don’t think she’s ever been more regretful of something in her life.” She adds.

“Is she here?” I ask.

“No, she thought you didn’t want her here.”

It makes me frown. Because even now, after all the things I’ve said, or rather left unsaid, I still wish she was here.

When she came and saw me the first time, I didn’t even know she was there and it sucked. It sucked because I was so desperately missing her. My mind was racing over thoughts of her and she wasn’t there. Somehow, knowing that she stayed home tonight hurts even more.

Knowing that Paige thought I’d rather have her at home than here, fucking hurts. I did that. I made her feel like that.

I didn’t think that it was possible to miss someone this bad. Paige had literally weaved her way into my life and in two months had me wrapped around her finger.

She should be here. No matter what. She said she would so she should’ve followed through. Why didn’t she follow through?

I reluctantly nod at Rickea’s words, hearing Destin’s voice echo through the building as my verse approaches. I look back and forth from my sound manager and herself, my words resting on my tongue, mouth slightly parted.

“I— I gotta go.” I murmur wrapping my hand tighter around my microphone and backing up towards the stage, and Rickea looks defeated. I can only imagine how many conversations about me she had to have had with Paige in order for her to tell me to speak to her.

“I will.” I called out. “I’ll talk to her, I mean.”

That’s all I say before beginning my verse, exiting to the stage and being greeted by the cheers of my sold out audience.

—

July 2025 — Two weeks ago

“Your birthday is coming up soon.” Paige mumbles into the air.

We sit on her couch, my legs resting on her lap while we do nothing but talk. I didn’t want to go home even though I knew I should. After the entire argument I had with Julian earlier, my phone has been blowing up with texts and calls from him. I knew that if I were to go home, I’d be responding and giving him the exact response he’s wanting.

So instead I sit here, letting Paige rub up on my legs and tell me everything I want to hear. All too intimate for two people who aren’t supposed to be seeing each other.

“Yeah.” I respond, feeling goosebumps travel up my skin from the way her fingers play with the charm anklet by my foot.

“Why you say it like that? You ain’t excited?” She asks me, a chuckle tumbling past her lips.

“No, no! I am!” I smile. Her eyes on me are almost suffocating, I still can’t even find it in me to break the eye contact. “There’s a lot to be excited about. The show. Imma drive out to San Diego too.”

There’s a sly bite to Paige’s lip as she looks at me, taking in everything I tell her. “San Diego? Whatchu doin’ out there?” She asks.

“I used to spend my birthday with my grandma. She got this nice ass place in La Jolla.” I start, thinking about all the birthdays I got to spend in California before even moving here. “She passed away a few years back, so I try to stay at her place for my birthday weekend. It’s like she’s still here with me, y’know?”

Paige frowns a bit, trailing her hand up my leg to squeeze at my calf. It’s comforting, saying all the words she has yet to.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that.” She says, her eyes softening just slightly.

I shrug. “Don’t be, it’s alright.” I slide my legs off of her lap and they drop to the floor. She looks at me almost disappointed that I’m no longer touching her. It’s late, past one o’clock, and the city is nearly asleep. We should be too. “You coming to the show?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, ma.”

That damned pet name is about to make me lose my mind. She knows exactly what she’s doing when she says it. The eye contact and lick of her lip, sometimes she smirks after and it turns me into a puddle every time. It’s almost more sensual than when she calls me ‘angel’. When she does that, I just feel warm inside. Giddy almost. She’s being a sweetheart.

But when Paige fixes her lips and relaxes her jaw and opens her mouth to call me ‘ma’ it’s raunchy, and I can only imagine how it would sound when she's breathing all heavy. Whispering it in my ear, talking her shit to me in a way that would make me fall apart just for her. On her hands or mouth or literally anywhere.

“We should do sum. Like dinner after the show.” Paige suggests, voice sort of quiet. The sweet suggestion takes me out of my otherwise dirty thoughts. I can tell she’s been thinking about how to bring this up. Like she’s trying to get a feel of whether that would be too forward or not.

“So y’wanna take me on a date?” I smirk, watching the way her face flushes. We sit even closer to one another, my knee pressed up against her thigh as I sit on my haunches.

“I wanna do something nice for your birthday, actually.” She teases. “But if you wanna call it that, then sure. Lemme take you out then.”

I look at her incredulously, this was the same woman who just told me she didn’t want to be a home-wrecker, the same woman that swore she would give me space and time to figure my shit out. Yet here she is, with the bite of her lip and eye contact that makes me feel naked. The words fell from her tongue so sultry, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I was blushing so bad that I was pink.

“Stop it.” I laugh, pointing at her with a squint of my eyes.

“Y’ont wanna go out wimme? I thought I was doin’ a great job at being all charming and shit.” Paige leans into me, her head just slightly angled as she bores into my eyes. “I think you and me would have a great night at dinner.”

“I think you are very bold.”

“I think you should kiss me.”

It shuts me up, and I freeze and look at her like she has three heads. Paige, however, looks very proud of herself. Smug, even.

“You’re crazy.” I mutter, sitting up from my spot on her couch to trot towards the door. She follows me instantly, her laugh echoing in my ear. Paige grips my wrist, pulling me to her until my back is pressed against her chest and her arms are wrapped tight around my waist.

“C’mon I’m just kidding.” She mumbles.

“No you’re not!” I laugh, attempting to get her off my back, but really really I don’t want her to move. I like this feeling of Paige all on me like this. Her body is warm, breath fanning my neck.

“Okay, just one last kiss.” Paige turns me around in her embrace. I always forget how tall she is, because most of the time we’re just close enough where it feels eye to eye.

But she towers over me right now, Calvin Klein scent traveling down to my nose, blonde hair tickling her tanned skin. She’s stunning. Gorgeous in a way that I’ve never seen before.

“Just one, before you go.”

“Are you begging me?”

“Will it make you kiss me if I say yes?”

I roll my eyes, but it doesn’t stop me. I’m instantly reaching for her face, cupping her cheeks in my hands and angling my head towards hers. She kissed me slowly, lips barely even moving against my own as she grabbed my hips.

I don’t think I want this to end, if I could spend the rest of my life kissing her I think I’d be happy.

“—Good kisser.” Paige groans against me.

I pull back from her sucking on my bottom lip which is now wet from her saliva. “Whatchu say?”

“Said you’re a good kisser, ma.” She repeats. Her thumb traces over my bottom lip. “You break up with what’s his name, and we can do a lot more of that.” Paige shrugs, moving in and kissing me again. It's even shorter, something I could barely consider a peck.

But I’d be a fool to stop her.

—

July 2025 — Los Angeles, California

Only I would be distracted by Maraye while she isn’t even in the room.

My flight to Indiana is in the morning and I should be packing the clothes that surround me where I sit on the floor. But I can’t tear my eyes away from my TV, the Amazon Prime replay of her birthday bash playing on my screen.

She looked incredible last night. A long crystallized black dress was what she wore first. Then some baggy jeans and a vintage Atlanta Falcons jersey that was tucked just right where I could catch a glimpse of a new tattoo on her rib. The camera can barely make it out, but I saw it and it was occupying a spot in my brain all night.

I shouldn’t be here. I mean sure, I should be packed and ready to go for the weekend. But I shouldn’t be sitting on the floor like an idiot.

I should be at some fancy restaurant, Maraye sitting across from me in some pretty dress with that fucking lip combo she wears that makes me forget my name.

It’s her birthday for God’s sake, I should be wishing her a happy birthday and telling her how fucking important she is in my life. I texted her earlier today, first thing when I woke up actually. Just like my other texts, it went unread and unanswered.

I reach for the rest of my clothes on the floor, packing jeans and shorts and shirts into my suitcase haphazardly. It was hard to focus when I could hear her singing in the background.

SOS. The first song I ever heard of hers, the song that is probably to blame for what became an obsession with her. She sounds just as perfect as she did then. Maybe even more. But I'm not sure if that’s because she’s gotten even better as a musician or if it’s because I’m so embarrassingly down bad that the slightest change in tone makes me think that.

Probably both.

I can feel my phone vibrate against the carpet, my lock screen, or rather the bible verse written on it flashes bright. John 13:7.

I see her contact name almost as bright.

It’s been what feels like forever since she’s texted or called me. Even longer than when I saw her at the gala. My mind short circuits and I haven’t even opened it yet.

When I do, I feel like I can breathe again. It’s minor, not an emoji or exclamation mark in sight but it still makes me feel like everything is right again.

Happy birthday angel, missin you extra today sent 7:02am

thanks sent 6:12pm

That’s it. Thanks. But it’s something, something that lets me know she knows I exist. That’s all I can really ask for right now.

i miss you

can we talk soon? i know you’re busy with all star stuff but whenever ur ready, i am too sent 6:15pm

That one I didn’t expect. Not in the slightest.

But I smile anyway, staring at my phone like a fucking high school girl with a crush.

i miss you too

i’m free rn, i’ll come over just say the word read 6:16pm

maraye 🫀 started sharing location 6:16pm

When I click her location I nearly scoff. La Jolla, San Diego. Over 2 hours away. I’d be crazy to get in my car, and drive out there when I have a flight at four in the morning. When I have clothes that still need to be paired together and shoes that need to be picked and toiletries to be packed.

I’d be crazy to drive to San Diego to see her when I don’t know what she wants to say. She could tell me she doesn’t want shit to do with me.

But then there’s that other possibility. The one where she could tell me she wants me, needs me, loves me. I think the fact that there is a chance, no matter how slim, that she could forgive me and that I can fix this means more than everything else.

So I’d be crazy not to go. Right?

—

July 2025 — San Diego, California

I’m crazy.

I know she’s leaving, maybe tonight, probably in the morning. And I am too. A flight to Indy is waiting for me tomorrow morning. I shouldn’t distract her before the biggest weekend of her life with this. With something that could’ve been fixed forever ago if I just let her speak.

I was going to let the silence go for the rest of the weekend. Talk to her when we get back, maybe even after the game.

Then Rickea got to me, and Paige was texting me happy birthday, and then I saw them.

Texts that started with long paragraphs, apologies that then I would’ve called phony or weak. They dwindled from those long thought out messages to short ones. A few sentences that turned into a few words.

But they never stopped. She never stopped texting.

So now, when I read them, I know she was serious. I know she was sorry.

I know that when she texts me, saying she stayed up at night thinking of me, or that she funnily enough thought she was playing terrible without my live texts— she meant it. All of it.

I’m otw

Traffic is shitty but I’m coming

Stay up for me?

Omg I just triple texted like an idiot.. ignore all that sent 8:00pm

i’m waiting :) read 8:01pm

That’s all I really can do. Just wait.

And when I do hear that knock or get that phone call I know where I’m going. I’m going back to her. Because it’s always going to be her.

Paige is my person.

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