#I’m already late but still pumped!!

[lemonlover1110]

𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader

Summary: Zayne wants to fulfill your odd request.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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“I want a baby.” Is a request that makes Zayne’s eyebrows perk up. An odd request coming from you. To him, it feels out of nowhere since he’s never noticed you take interest in kids. 

Zayne is not the type of man to miss any details about you, so this is coming out of nowhere. He’s been caught up in the hospital lately, so perhaps something happened the past few days. It’s still a very big decision, one that he wants you to ponder on.

It’s a very big decision that he wants you to reflect on, after all, bringing a child into the world is no small feat. He doesn’t want you to change your mind once it’s too late… Perhaps that’s what he should’ve considered before letting you under him. He should’ve opened his mouth before letting you get too close. A simple look, one soft touch– That’s all he needs to do anything you want him to.

“It’s so fucking good!” You’re practically yelling as he thrusts in and out of you. Your back is on the bed, legs on his shoulders as he relentlessly fucks your cunt.

You’re stuffed with his cum, but Zayne needs to continue fucking you. He’s looking down at the way your pussy wraps around him, taking every inch like a good girl.

“You feel so good, baby.” He moans, holding on to your hips for support. He’s noticed that he can fuck you so deep in this position, and it’s easily become one of his favorites. He rarely curses, but he can’t help but mutter out a few curses from how good he feels around your cunt, “Fuck…”

Your hands grip the bed sheets, eyes rolling to the back of your head as pleasure runs through your body. You’ve always had great sexual chemistry with your husband, but the moment you asked for a baby something changed. It flipped a switch that you absolutely adore. He’s fucking you with a purpose.

“You’re gonna look so perfect carrying my baby.” Zayne mutters as one hand goes down to play with your clit. You loudly moan his name over and over again as he makes a mess out of you. “Please make me a daddy, baby. Please, please, please.”

You’ve never heard Zayne so needy before. The idea of getting you pregnant is clearly turning him on. The neighbors can surely hear how loud you’re being, but shame walked out of the door after the first round.

“Zayne–” You begin to squeeze around him as pleasure consumes you. The senseless talk that leaves his lips only works you up more. 

“Need to knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. He’s shutting his eyes, unable to bear the feeling. It’s too much for him to handle, you just feel so nice and tight around him, “Need to see you pregnant with my baby.”

Your back is arching as your climax approaches. Zayne is hitting all the right spots, which is driving you wild. He’s moaning your name over and over again.

Your breath gets caught up in your chest as your orgasm washes over you. His thrusts begin to get sloppy, knowing that he’s not going to last much longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna knock you up.” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. He’s pumping you full of his cum, and your cunt milks him for every drop of it. Because it is a lot. Zayne comes so much inside of you.

It’s the third time in the night. Zayne pulls out of you, and lays down beside you. His fingers are pushing his cum back inside of you. You’re both panting, catching your breaths.

He’s already thinking about fucking you again, but before anything else he has the audacity to ask,

“Are you sure you want a baby?”

You chuckle.

“I’m sure I’m already pregnant.”

[naburi]

PLEASE DON’T RIP MY DRESS

CHO MIYEON X READER

TAGS: CHEATING, OFFICE SEX

2.2K WORDS

“Come home early with that dress, you look beautiful,” the elegant woman was flattered by what her husband said. She started as a marketing assistant and soared through the ranks to become the CEO assistant due to her determination and exceptional “skills.” It’s the company’s anniversary party and everyone has eyes on your assistant. She can’t go home unscathed with how gorgeous she is. “Please don’t rip my dress,” she pleaded. You let the woman go home with your cum dripping down her thighs.

“I’m home” she greeted her husband when he opened the door for her. The woman still looks gorgeous but is visibly tired to do the deed. He leans in for a kiss but all she can give is a tired peck. Her husband thinks if they can still do it, he grabs her boobs over her dress and leans again for a kiss. Not wanting to disappoint her husband, she tried her best to match his passionate rhythm. They find themselves in the living room. Her husband lays her gently on the couch while he goes on top of her. While still kissing, his hand finds her boobs. Pulling her dress down carefully not wanting to ruin it. Miyeon’s boobs pop up with only nipple tapes covering them. His hands slowly peel off the cover to play with her nipples.

The woman moans in her husband’s mouth interrupting their kisses. Her husband likes what she hears and continues his pursuit. She pulls up the other end of her dress to reach for her slit. “You’re already wet,” he said when he touched her wet panties. Miyeon sits up quickly, distraught with the realization that your cum is still inside her. She felt guilty that her husband might have touched some of it. “I-I can’t do it tonight,” the woman said before she got up to go to the bathroom.

Miyeon has everyone hooked when she set foot in your company. The rumors of the new hire that’s too pretty for her job circulates quickly even to the top management. Men in different departments tried to use their higher position to get the woman’s attention. Your attempts will get rejected if you have nothing to offer her for exchange. The woman came from a poor background. Ever since turning into a teenager, she’s hellbent to gain not just financial stability, but wealth. Every move she makes is a step closer to getting rich.

“Hi, I’m Cho Miyeon,” she introduced herself to you for the first time. You heard how she became your assistant. In only a span of three years, the woman went from a marketing assistant to the CEO assistant. A quick rise that is not possible without a great “effort and excellence.” It’s an open secret how she managed to get promoted to such levels but everyone turns a blind eye. She may have an ambition to rise to the top but her feet are always on the ground. Although not everyone is a fan of her actions, they can’t say anything to her character due to how kind and polite she really is.

“I’ll find you later,” you said before the two of you separated in the party. She already knew what you meant. On every company occasion, late overtimes, even the frustrating days at work. It all ends the same, her getting fucked by you. Can you really blame yourself? Her slim body has curves that begs to be touched. Her boobs have the perfect size for your hands. A seductive face that awakes the wildest side of a man.

Miyeon was having a good time, her time was divided by trying to greet people that wanted to know her and enjoying this party with her office friends. Everyone in the company has heard everything about her but for some, this is the first time they see her in person. Their eyes wander in every part of her body, from her gorgeous face to her alluring body. From her exposed cleavage to her pump butt, they want to see all of her. People are intrigued by how this woman seduces her way to the top of the corporate world.

The woman could not care any less by the hundreds of eyes that were feasting on her body. She knows that her alluring body is one of her tools in her seductions. For her, all they are doing is validating how sultry she really is. It’s almost 9 pm, and she still has not heard from you. She wonders if you are already busy with someone else. Miyeon tries her best to not think about it but a worried expression written all over her face. She felt threatened that someone else would knock her position off by doing the same thing.

She excuses herself with her office mates to look for you. Circling around the function hall, her worries start to grow as she still can’t find a glimpse of you. A noticeable silence from the crowd caught her attention. She knows that there is only one thing that can make a crowd of people go silent, it means that you are around. As the CEO of the company, every employee felt shy in your presence. Not everyday they are around you thus people gasp for a moment when they finally see their CEO.

Miyeon looks around and there you are walking towards her. There are employees who try to get your attention but you only give them a kind smile. You wonder why the woman felt relief to see you. “Come with me in my office, help me with something,” that’s her cue, she already knows what you actually mean and what kind of “help” you really need. Walking towards the elevator, you can see in your peripheral the look of men who look jealous that you have her as your assistant.

The two of you step side by side in the elevator. Miyeon waits for the door to close before leaning in on you, hugging your whole arm. You felt her boobs pressed against your elbow. “Are you happy to see me?” You asked, still wandering about the expression she displayed a few minutes ago. “I thought you already replaced me,” she said jokingly, hiding the fact that she really meant it. The elevator doors open but she still has not let go of your hand. She knows that nobody is on this floor at this late.

You and Miyeon walked towards your office. She hugs your hands tighter as the tension grows. This has become a routine for the both of you. Her body knows that it’s already that time again were she will get fucked. As you enter the office, Miyeon already positions herself on your desk. She rests her body on top of it while her butt is protruding out towards you. You move closer to her backside before giving it a strong smack. The woman whimpered as she felt a sting of pain. “You look so pretty in that dress,” you said before giving her butt a strong smack again.

You grope her ass over her dress as you lean on to kiss her exposed back. You continue to grope her butt while kissing all parts of her back. Miyeon’s eyes are closed as she feels her body gets hot just by your kisses. She felt the trails of kisses now moving up to her neck. A soft moan leaves her mouth as your lips reach her neck. You slowly peck her neck as you don’t want to leave a hickey. In the beginning of your sexual relationship, the two of you set boundaries: You can’t ruin her makeup during company hours as it’s time consuming to do her makeup again; you can’t give her hickeys in any parts of her body as her husband might see it; you can’t ruin her uniforms. The latter rule is always getting broken due to how many clothes you destroyed when fucking her in her corporate attires. Buttons fly around when you hurriedly open her top. Skirts are getting ripped as it gets pulled up everytime your fucking her. Panties get loosen due to how hard you pull it down whenever you can’t wait to enter her.

Tonight was no different, your hands reached the end of her dress to pull it up, exposing her underwear. You smack her butt once again before you rest your hand on it. She moans as she gets surprised by the sudden smack. You position yourself directly on her backside. You hold the woman in her hips while you press your bulge in her firm butt. Your bulge is now in between her ass, giving her a dry humps. Low moans were heard from Miyeon as she felt your bulge hit her clit, you notice that the woman moved her butt intentionally to rub her clit on your bulge.

Your pants get tighter as your hard cock is poking out of your underwear. Miyeon even felt how hard your cock underneath your pants as she looked back at you, waiting for your next move. She saw that you unzipped your pants and finally pulled out your hard cock. You teasingly rub it against her slit and you noticed how wet she already is. The tip of your cock gets lubricated as her wetness coats the head of it. You hold her hips again while your other hand is guiding your cock to her entrance.

“Si-sir,” Miyeon said as she felt how quick your cock entered her slit. Her insides perfectly hug your shaft, conforming to it due to how frequently you enter her. The woman can only rest her head on your desk while you start giving her backshots. You might be alone in the room but the habit of holding her moans engraved onto her actions. She starts to bite her lips as you pick up the pace. Squeaking sound can be heard as your desk is getting pushed forward with every thrust that you give her.

Eyes shut and bitten lips. Miyeon is struggling to keep her moans. She used her hand to cover her mouth but you had other plans. You pull her hand away from her mouth and hold onto it while you pound her in a sudden burst in pace. You want to make her moan loud. You want to see how long she can keep holding it. You changed your fast pace into a slow but deep thrust. Miyeon yelps with your different pace. Your hips collide as your cock fills her slit.

You let go of her hand as you’re now focused on holding her boobs. You tried to pull down her top from behind but Miyeon grabbed your hands. “Please, don’t rip my dress” she pleaded. At first you ignore what she says but her perseverance of holding on to your hand got into you. You thought that she must have really liked this dress. She did not tell you how her husband compliments her with that dress. She is cheating behind his back but that doesn’t mean that she did not love her man.

“Go on, remove your dress,” you seated on your executive chair while watching her get undressed. She carefully unzips her long dress and leaves it neatly on the other chair. Miyeon looks back at you. without saying a word, she sits on your lap and puts your still hard cock inside her again. Putting her hand on your shoulders, she rocks her hips back and forth. Miyeon felt bad that she needed to break off the sex. She wants to reignite your libido. She leans her boobs closer to your face, inviting you to suck it. You look her in the eye before sucking his boobs as you notice her efforts. He holds her two boobs to suck her perky nipples. You alternately suck it, giving both equal attention.

Miyeon hugs you by the head as your tongue is circling around her nipples. She feels how your tongue glides in her boobs. You notice that she rides your cock faster everytime you suck her boobs. You use this observation to your advantage and focus on flicking and licking her nipples. Miyeon throws her head back as she gets stimulated. She rides on top of you as fast as she can. You get worried that your chair could break if she continues with this pace but her eagerness to please you silence that thought. You put your hand on both sides of her hips to hold her steady.

You meet her hips as you thrust on her upwards. The noise of flesh colliding echoes inside your office. Her boobs are bouncing uncontrollably due to how forceful your body meets. Miyeon hugs you closer as she pressed her mouth on your neck to muffle her moans. “Don’t c-cum in-” before she finished her sentence. Your hot cum flows inside her, Miyeon moans as she gets surprised. It's been a while since you cum inside her.

“Keep my cum inside you” you said as she stood up.

“Wh-what about the party?” She’s trying to object.

“No one will notice,” you firmly said.

Both of you go back down the party just to find out that everyone is starting to leave. You didn’t notice how long you're in the office with Miyeon.

“I’ll book you a ride,” you said to her.

“I’m home” she greeted her husband when he opened the door for her.

[starkeysprincess]

mine ༉ೀ

pairing: dark!rafe x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: dealer mentioning reader as payment, blood (a lil bit), fingering, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, 18+ mdni a/n: request from anon which i hope you don't mind that i tweaked it + i'm not good at writing endings saurrrr bare with me

summary: Rafe takes it out on you after a drug dealer that he buys from threatens to use you as a form of payment.

You and Rafe stayed silent as you lay in your shared bed. Things have been tense between the two of you lately, mainly because he’s been stressed for weeks, brushing you off each time you’d ask him what was happening. What Rafe didn’t tell you that's been keeping him stressed was one of the dealers, Jason, accused him of being short on payment. 

You heard knocking on the front door, which made you check the time, only to see it was late. You figured whoever was at the door would take the hint as minutes passed, and the knocking became more persistent. You and Rafe sat up and he looked over at you as he got out of bed, “Stay here, alright?” he spoke with a gruff voice. Once you nodded, showing him you understood, he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Rafe looked back, ensuring you were still in the room before he opened the door to reveal Jason. “Why are you here?” Rafe questioned as Jason pushed his way into the apartment, “You know why I’m here”. Rafe shut the door, turning to Jason, “I’m here to collect my payment”.

“Payment? There’s no fuckin’ payment that you need to collect. I already paid you” Rafe snorted. Jason chuckled, “You did but you were late on your payment and I told you that if you were late, you owe me”.

“What do you want? More money?” Rafe scoffed, “Nah, I was thinking something more valuable to you or should I say someone?” Jason grinned, turning his head to look at your closed bedroom door. Rafe’s jaw clenched at his words and by the time Jason turned back around, Rafe’s fist came in contact with his face, making him stumble and fall onto the floor. He climbed on top of Jason, grabbing the collar of his shirt. All he could see was red as he repeatedly hit him, over and over. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you heard groaning. You got out of bed and walked out of your bedroom, as you came around the corner, you froze in your tracks at the sight of Rafe on top of Jason. Rafe got off of him while Jason scrambled to get up, heading towards the door, “She’s mine and if I ever hear her name come out of your mouth or if you ever come back here again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you” Rafe spat, watching Jason leave. 

When he turned around, he was met with your presence. Your body shook with fear, you’ve never seen this side of him before, barely recognizing the man in front of you. Your heart was thumping heavily against your ribcage as you took in the sight of his blood-stained shirt.

You started backing away as he approached you, “Don’t back away from me” he commanded. “You’re scaring me, Rafe” your voice trembled, your back hitting your bedroom door. He moved closer, your hand reaching behind you to grab the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open, quickly entering the room. You immediately push the door but before it can shut, you jump back when his hand slams against it, shoving it open. He grabbed your neck with his blood-stained hand, pulling you into him, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. With every step he took forward, you stepped back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He roughly pushes you down onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours while his free hand tugs at your shorts.

He trails kisses down your neck, sucking at your flesh before you let out a yelp when he bites down hard, almost breaking the skin as he leaves bruises. His fingers swipe through your folds, chuckling when he feels how wet you are before pushing two of his thick digits into your cunt. You squirmed under him as his fingers pumped in and out of you vigorously, his lips still attached to your neck. 

“I’m scaring you yet you’re fuckin’ dripping f’me” he taunts, pulling his fingers out of you before shoving them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. He removes his fingers from your mouth, his cock springing free as he pushes his sweatpants and boxers down. He grips his shaft, stroking himself a few times and you writhe under him when he rubs his cock up and down your slick folds.

You whimpered when he pushed his length into you in one harsh, swift thrust. His hand finds your jaw, gripping it tightly to make you look at him and you know he wasn’t going to be gentle with how his eyes were clouded with anger. “You’re mine, no one else gets to touch you” his hips snap against yours, “Say it”. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing firmly as he fucks into you, “Fuckin’ say it”. 

“I-I’m yours” you whimpered, his thrusts becoming brutal and he used his other hand to yank your tank top down, your tits spilling out of it. “All fuckin’ mine” he mutters, watching as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. His large, rough hand grabs your leg, pulling it to wrap around his waist.

His thrusts don’t slow down as you grasp onto his hand as he uses his hand around your throat to push you further down into the mattress. “I’ll fuckin’ kill anyone who tries to take what’s mine” Rafe threatens, chuckling when he feels your walls clench around him, “Shit, you like the idea of me doin’ whatever it takes to make sure no one takes you from me?”. Your slick drips down his shaft the more he pounds into you. 

Rafe uses his free hand to pull his shirt up, capturing the hem between his teeth, “Fuck…would you look that?” he mutters, his eyes fixated on how well your cunt sucks him in. “She’s so fuckin’ greedy for my cock, huh?” he teases, grabbing your legs, bending them at the knees as he pushes them towards your chest. 

The new angle allows him to go deeper, his cock dragging against your walls as he’s pounding into your hole. His grip around your throat tightens and you can barely form any words as his head hits your g-spot with each thrust. Tears kiss at your waterline, threatening to spill from the immense pleasure you’re feeling. 

You’re a sobbing mess as you feel your orgasm approaching, your walls clamping around Rafe’s shaft, pulling a groan from him. “Rafe, ‘m gonna cum!” you cry out, feeling your legs tremble. Rafe smirks, a small chuckle leaving his mouth, “Cum f’me, baby. C’mon, be a good girl and cream all over my cock, show me whose fuckin’ pussy this is”.

Your head pushes back into the mattress as the combination of his words and thrusts sends you over the edge. He looks down between your legs, cursing to himself, “Oh fuck…” as he sees the creamy white ring around his base. His dick pulses at the sight and he continues thrusting into you, “This is my pussy and ‘m gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good”.

“P-Please, Rafe” you whined, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill you with his cum. His hips stutter, dick twitching as thick ropes of his cum spill inside you, coating your inner walls.

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[ryywyd]

PAIGE BURCKERS x FEM!READER →

nsfw// sub! Reader, dom!paige , yk all that good stuff.

Ry → late night thingsss !! Didn’t proofread so Srry anyways I hope you enjoyyyy <3

“Cmon p, it's been thirty minutes.” You whined, pulling the headset aside to get her attention, but she was completely glued to the TV screen in front of her.

“I know, baby lemme’ finish this match.”

You groaned sinking back into the couch you had been at Paige's place. for nearly two hours, and it felt like she was paying attention to everything except you. The longer you watched her, the more turned on you got to her.

From the way her legs spread out from the messy bun she threw her hair in, you needed her.

“Please, baby look at how you got me.”You teased moving your hands cross your chest squeezing your tits, before slowing creeping your hand into sweats running a finger through your soaking folds.

"Fuck" you whisper out.

You take off your pants pulling your panties to the side. spreading your legs;fingers slowing thrusting in and out of you

"Fuck me please.”

Paige throw her head back snatching the headset off, damn near throwing the controller on the coffee table;Pulling your fingers out of you and roughly grabbing you adjusting you on her lap.

“Ion’ gotta do too much, and you already leakin’ for me.” Paige whispered

She slipped two fingers under the material, teasing your wet pussy with just her fingertips. You were soaked for her and it showed.

You whimpered as she ran her two fingers up and down your wet slit. The tip of her fingers just barely grazing your hard clit.Paige knew you wanted more. Knew you needed more. But she was enjoying seeing you squirm for her

“No teasing, please.”

“Hmm? Tell me what you.” She hummed planting wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “You want me, say that shit.”

“I want you, p s’bad just fuck me.” You breathed out lifting your hips up towards her.

She gave you a smile and started rubbing her clit, making her way back to her entrance. You were dripping wet, and so was the couch.

"Y’know I like when you beg for this shit ma" she said, inserting two finger moving them in and out of you slowly. making you gasp.

"Just like that." you moaned. she smirked and moved down and replaced her fingers with her tongue.

moaning louder. you looked down and saw her looking back up at you. your eyes locked as she began to eat you out faster and harder.

"oh my god. Paige " you moaned loudly. she moved her hand from your waist to your throat and squeezed.

She kept a tight grip on your neck moving her mouth off of you, thrusting her fingers inside of you so hard you were certain you'd break. She was making you feel things you didn't think were possible.

“S’ pretty baby cum for me.” Paige husked into your ear, her fingers pumping in and out of you, as her her right hand squeezed on your nipples.

“Oh fuck daddy.”

“I know, such a good girl;cmon cum for me.”

Not being able to hold your hand let go of Paige wrist, handing flying over your mouth as you let out a loud scream, as the white coat covered her fingers. As she still moved her fingers in you

Paige bent down bitting onto your shoulder. “P-paige wait.” You whine clawing at her wrist “I can’t hold it, I gotta pee.”

“What you holdin’ it for, it go.”

You did as she said, her fingers never stopping, her thumb pressing harder on your clit, as you gushed around her fingers you let out a loud groan, eyes closing, mouth dropping open, but no sound came

"F-Fuck" You moan, watching as she slides her fingers in her mouth, sucking on her digits and letting out a small hum

"S’nasty" you said hoarsely , watching her clean her fingers and lick her lips

"My pretty girl" She whispers, looking down at you with a grin “y’know I’m not finished with you right? Go get on the bed.”

[sturniolosangel]

through the phone

warnings: sorta sub!matt, phone sex, masturbating, dirty talk ig?,not proof read as always

a/n: kinktober day 3! this will probably be shorter because there is no actual sex but please still enjoy! as always i🤍u

summary: matt’s on tour an really craving readers touch so he gives her a call.

on the call blue: matt red: y/n

i was laying in my bed after work waiting for my boyfriend to text me, which i knew would be late since he was now touring with his brothers.

incoming call… matt🤍

i pressed answer as i could hear his voice “hey baby i missed talking to you” “hey babe how was your day” “really good, just missing you really bad”. i could tell where he was getting at. “are you by yourself? you know we can’t do this when you’re around people”.

he sighed as he replied “yeah got the hotel room to myself. nick and chris went out just a few minutes ago” “you really needed me that bad you didn’t go out with your brothers” i giggled as i spoke. “yeah saw your new instagram post and got rock hard immediately” “please like you didn’t post that hot ass picture that made me and all your fans wet” i rolled my eyes.

“just need you no one else” he whimpered out. “just start off slow just like i would” his hand slowly pumped his dick his head rolling back. “feel good baby?” “really good just not you” “just close your eyes and imagine i’m there on my knees in front of you” “fuck…”.

i propped my phone up as i took my shirt, pants, and underwear off. i started to rub my clit to match his rhythm. he opened his eyes moaning out loud to see me sat up with my legs spread. “so fucking pretty” i moaned out as he compliment.

“go a little faster baby i can tell you’re getting desperate” i saw him nod his head as he picked up his past moaning out. i stuck two fingers into my pussy as i rolled my head back. “i can’t wait to fuck you. miss you more than anything” “can’t wait to suck your dick i need it so bad”.

“matt…” i was so close already so i slowed down. “doing so good for me matt” “mhm… needed this so bad haven’t came in days”. his hips were bucking into his hands as his eyes squeezed shut.

“shit baby!… gonna cum soon” “i’m right behind you just be a good boy and come for me” he moaned his hand tightening around his head. my fingers plunged in and out as i grabbed my boob in the other hand.

my legs started to shake as i moaned out “fuck! matt im gonna cum” i saw his eyes roll back as white streaks landed all over his hand and torso. “shit…” my back arched as liquid came rushing out of me as i moaned out and shooting the liquid all over my bed.

i controlled my breathing as i sighed out. “felt so good baby” matt smiled as he got up to go to the bathroom. “thank you so much i really needed that” “of course matt go take a shower and i’ll go take a bath you got a long day ahead of you tomorrow” “okay i love you so much i’ll send you so money for food tomorrow” “i love you too and you know you don’t need to do that”

“yeah but you know i love to spoil my girl” “woah don’t get me started again your brothers will be back any minute” i giggled as i said my goodbye and hung up.

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[lilacxquartz]

part 1 of 19 of kinktober: free use

satoru gojo x reader — suguru geto x reader

plot: you had a unique arrangement with your two roommates — themes: vaguely dub con due to the implications, smut, oral, kitchen sex, f!reader — w.c: ~1k

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Life spent in the apartment you shared with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto was often peaceful enough, at least for the most part. Although unconventional, in order to keep the rent on your end free, you had a unique sort of arrangement between the two of them but then again, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

One evening in particular, you were lazily stirring away at some cookie batter for a friend’s birthday the next day, not quite hearing the featherlight footsteps that were actively closing in on you from behind.

It was sudden, but you felt a taller body pressed right up against your own, walking you straight into the counter and caging you in with firmly planted hands, anchoring themselves on parallel sides with the pushing sensation of their arousal pressing right onto you. Quickly recognising the silvery arm hair that lined up his limbs, you understood that this was Satoru—and given by just how longingly he pushed himself towards you—he must have been surely stressed.

You arched your back in heated anticipation, tiptoeing ever so slightly to give him access of what awaited just below your skirt. Albeit carefully, you swept the clutter on the counter over to the side to make room for when you would be inevitably bent over it and holding on for dear life.

Satoru’s voice was hot against your neck, rolling wisping shivers that pricked goosebumps down your flesh, “Aw, you’re so excited and I haven’t even started yet.”

You smiled a little, feeling already so needy and desperate to feel him inside of you. It didn’t take him too long for him to drop down his trousers and to hitch your skirt up before bending your body flat over the surface. Already rock hard, he guided his cock clean into your soaked entrance, groaning slightly as your core swallowed him up entirely in enveloping warmth.

Satoru’s hands locked directly onto your hips, rocking into you with a quickly increasing tempo. The speed and crashing impact combined felt so intense that your breath was lost in the moment, reducing you to a mantra of shuddering, gasping moans.

“You’re s’good for me,” he hurriedly murmured, smacking his palm against your ass, squeezing his fingers tight into the pillowy curve for almost possessive comfort.

Such enthusiastic fervour had your knees melting and weak as he continued to piston his hips away, almost violently driving himself into your hilt. His length reached deep, the tip spearing right where it hurt upon each bucking thrust. Wanting to feel you writhe and squirm, Satoru reached his hand to claw at your hair—tugging, pulling at the strands—forcing you to surrender into desperate, quivering whimpers.

“I’m close,” he warned. Satoru didn’t like to finish alone however, so he slammed himself against you with almost savage force—snaking his hand forward and propping his thumb against your clit—running hungry circles to will you to catch up.

The second that he felt you coil and clench around him, his eyes fluttered with anticipation as he too, chased his desperate release. With one final needy pump, a rolling guttural groan spilled from his lips, shuddering as he emptied himself fully into your cunt.

Pulling himself back, Satoru finally let go before taking a step aside, watching his milky release drip out of your spent hole. “You’re always so good to me,” he praised, tousling your now messed up hair before leaning back in, still not quite ready to part from you, “so fucking good.”

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The following night when Satoru was fast asleep, you were up late to revise because you were pretty sure that your college had an exam tomorrow. You were however on and off falling asleep at the desk, your demeanour tense from rising stress.

In your drowsy state, you hadn’t quite noticed how Suguru had entered your room, sneaking up beside you and closing the distance. You tilted your head back to spot him looming over you with a half lidded look, his otherwise brooding demeanour betrayed by a faint blush that bled across his cheeks.

“I’m bored,” he purred, affectionately tugging at your hair to turn you to look at him. Although his tone was surely indifferent, his eyes lingered with almost possessive care.

And before you could even respond, he took a step closer towards you, reeling you inwards over his ever so slightly exposed stomach. With a needy tone, he whispered out a slight plea, wanting nothing more than your attention on him, “I want you.”

Understanding exactly what he meant, you gently nodded and relaxed your stance. Suguru began by unbuttoning and zipping down his jeans, allowing them to drop to his ankles. His arousal was already prominent enough and his cock sprung out as soon as he slid his boxers down.

“You know what to do,” he murmured in a lazy tone, his purple eyes slightly widening in heated impatience from watching your mouth part open. Suguru then slightly parted his legs, leaning closer to position the tip of his throbbing length over your lips before driving in his shaft over the slick curve of your tongue, rolling back his eyes as the head hit the back of your throat.

“God,” he hissed, choking back a grating moan as he pulled out slowly. With a greedy hand, he weaved his fingers around your hair—cupping your skull to both steady himself and to help guide your head—bobbing you along to keep up with his building need.

He could never last too long with you, but that didn’t stop him from trying to savour the moment as much as he could. His hips moved in languid thrusts, feeling the rising pleasure surface and gather, soon ready to milk himself dry.

Tensing up ever so slightly, he stiffened after one final needy push; emptying hot spurts of white ropes of his cum into your awaiting mouth. Your eyes bulged slightly from the climbing intensity, spilling tears from the rushed release.

For just a moment, Suguru stared down at you after pulling out; his face tinted cherry red at the sight of you being perfectly flustered, almost feeling the need rise within him again, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last nearly as long—but that much was nothing new.

[katiascraft]

“If you were my boyfriend. And I was your girlfriend. I probably wouldn’t see nobody else” | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x female!reader.

Summary: you’re ’just a friend’.

Now playing: “Boyfriend” by Ariana Grande and Social House.

Word count: +1,8k

Warnings: language. Insinuating a bit I guess. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. (I do what I can) . Not proofread.

Authour’s note: I felt ugly so I wrote about being desired I guess (?) Don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

You opened your eyes and snuggled in the sheets of your apartment. The sun was coming in through the window you forgot to close last night. Well, you didn’t have time to close them because Lando was desperate to get inside you. And to be fair, you couldn’t wait either.

He was still asleep. You smiled looking at his gorgeous embrace so peacefully. His eyelashes are so long and beautiful. You were obsessed with his eyes. He was snoring softly.

You reached your phone at the bed table and realized it was already late for the launch meeting you had with kika and alex. You groaned, annoyed already by the fact you had to hurry. And that indicated not being able to do makeup or choose an outfit properly. You got close to him and decided to wake him up by giving him little soft kisses all over his pretty face. Obviously he woke up by the second kiss but he pretended to be asleep just to get more from you. You tightened his grip to you and finally gave you a peck on your lips. You both smiled.

“Good morning pretty boy” you said almost in a lovely whisper. He smiled wider and gave a kiss to your cheek now. “I gotta go asap unfortunately so get up lazy ass” you said quirky in a grin getting off bed getting into the bathroom to get ready. He laughed a little and got up too. He got dressed and waited for it to be his turn to get in the bathroom. He didn’t wanna leave but he couldn’t say anything. You were just friends right?

30 minutes later you were in his car listening to Taylor swift and singing. Just having fun, enjoying each others company. You loved the fact Lando knew all of your fav songs and that he sung them with you. He has the real fanboy potencial. And you loved that. Maybe you loved him but you couldn’t think about it because you were just friends, right?

He stopped the car by the restaurant where your meeting was gonna be. Alex and kika were already there. He looked at you in a sweet smile and you returned it.

“Hope you have fun, pretty girl but don’t be too pretty because men could steal you from me” he said using his arrogant and possible yet sweet attitude as if he was your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes funny, shaking your head.

“Now that you say that I will, you know? I’m so lonely” you pouted provoking and he made an offended face. “I’ll need some help, you know. So good luck on your day, don’t have too much sex! Remember sex education class. Being a slut is no good baby.” you joked to him while getting out of the car. You closed the door to look at him one more time through the open window with a smile. He was red. You threw him a kiss and winked. “Don’t miss my moans too much” you said to finally turn and get into the restaurant and say hi to your girlies.

He laughed nervously and headed home. You had this effect on him. He couldn’t describe it. But he really would go nuts if someone else touches you. He gets mad just by thinking about it. And he didn’t know why he felt like this.

(…)

The music was pumping. Your short dress was getting a little up and up by the beat of the music. You were dancing with a really handsome stranger who approached you at the bar. You were very drunk by the way. Tequila shots and vodka weren’t a good combination. The temperature was high so you were seating a little. This man grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close. Now your body's friction. You looked at him. You were horny already. And you couldn’t think properly so you kissed him. It was a hot kiss and very steamy. And you were enjoying it so much.

Lando couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you eating that other man alive in front of them. That’s the way you should be kissing him. Jealousy took over him. He didn’t know what to do. So he took the first girl he saw that could be free for him and took her to the dance floor. Right. Next. To you. He looked at you while this girl was dancing on his body. He wanted for you to stop kissing that man. To not make it obvious he paid attention back to the girl he actually didn’t know and followed her tempo and movements.

When you stopped kissing that man or so you thought because he went down your neck pressing steamy kisses on it. You could feel his tongue giving you chills. When you opened your eyes you saw Lando looking straight through your soul. You didn’t push away the dude. You just continued, eyes locked on him. A smile formed in your face. This was mad hatter vibes. You two were fucking crazy. He was dancing with this girl and you found it so hot. You were grabbing his dude’s hair the way you used to grab Landon’s. He didn’t smile back at you though. He was furious. And turned on as hell.

You both didn’t know how much time you spent like that. Just looking at each other while at the same time being possessed by others.

(…)

When the party was over you had Lando’s jacket on covering your frame and keeping you warm while walking to his mclaren a few blocks away from the disco. You weren’t talking but the tension was high.

“You shouldn’t be kissing other people” he spitted disgustedly. You knew he would eventually mention something about what just happened.

“Well technically Lando we are just friends so why wouldn’t I kiss other people?” You said straight forward, confused by his complaint. “You were the one who said ‘we can’t be something rather than just this’ so what are you complaining about now?” You imitated his voice. You felt confused but also mad. Because you loved him and you hated that you couldn’t be together but now you already could accept it and he asks that. Apparently you couldn’t win against him.

“It just makes me so mad. You shouldn’t enjoy it so much. Your pretty face should only beg me for kisses” he said, messing his hair anxiously. You laughed. “Why are you laughing?!” He said now more relaxed that it wasn’t gonna be a serious talk. Should it be though?

“Because you’re so sexy when you act like this to be honest. So what are you saying it’s that I can only be a how with you, that’s it?” you said funny but in a twisted way you loved how that sounded. He laughed but nodded.

“Yeah, you’re supposed to only say yes to me and be with me and fuck with me and kiss me, only” he remarked me every time he said it while getting closer to you and grab you from behind so he could kiss your neck and feel your body warmth against his. You laughed, feeling flustered. you stopped walking so you could grab him by his neck and kissed him wildly. It was a needy kiss. You were begging him to shut up actually. You didn’t want to think about what he said too much. You knew it was impossible you two could be serious.

(…)

The flashes were leaving you blind. You couldn’t see where you were stepping. Lando was holding your hand guiding you through the media outside the restaurant you too had dinner with the other drivers from F1. You didn’t expect they would come. But gossip spread like fire through the internet. You knew this was a terrible idea. You didn’t want people to know about your existence at all. You finally got into Lando’s car and had so much anxiety you felt a bit dizzy. He got out of there as fast as he could.

“I’m so sorry y/n. Are you okay bb?” He asked, stroking your tight gently with his hand. You nodded, breathing deeply to calm down.

Silent was the only sound in the car that night. You didn’t know how to navigate the fact that now to the world you were his girlfriend and he was your boyfriend but to you two you were just friends. Everything was so confusing and complicated.

After a few months you stopped having dates with other people because you weren’t interested anymore in anyone but Lando. And he did the same. But you didn’t talk about it. You just enjoyed time together but never addressed the important stuff.

What you were? How did you really feel? Did you love each other? Were you playing? And why did you act like you were when you weren’t? Why couldn't you bare thinking you could see other people and enjoy it as well? If you weren’t nothing why did you feel you were everything for each other?

(…)

It was a Sunday morning. Monaco’s view in January was so beautiful. You were sitting by the balcony in Lando’s house having breakfast cuddling and talking. It was cold. You loved winter so much. You always used to say that it made you feel more beautiful than usual. Lando always used to laugh about it. He thought you were always so perfect. His favorite things were your eyes. So green or blue or gray. You had the weather eyes. Or something like that people call it. Secondly he adored your laugh and smile so much. Making you laugh was his favorite hobby of all time. He didn’t realized you were talking and he hadn’t listened a bit.

“You okay Lan?” You asked softly, a little worried because he just zoned out. He nodded in a smile.

“Sorry I got lost in your beauty. You look like an angel in the sunlight y/n. Let me take a picture so I can put you as my wallpaper” he said, making you giggle a little. You posed for him nervously and he took so many pictures. Your eyes are so full and so green. Your smile beaming. Your hair is so shiny. “You know… I was thinking that maybe you could be mine?” He said without even thinking twice. Words slipped out of his mouth before he could catch them. The question took you by surprise at first but then you just nodded. You adored him so dearly.

You wanted this everyday. Just him and you against the world.

“Of course I could baby boy. I’ve been already yours for a long time” you said softly making him smile widely and you leaned for a kiss.

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[hungharrington]

So I um I found an amazing video and now I’m plagued by thoughts of sitting on Steve’s bed, him between your legs with his back to your chest, and giving him the sweetest loveliest softest handjob ever, scratching his tummy hairs and peppering kisses all over his neck

nonnie did i or did i not tell u i was coming back for this ask? and i came back with a hunger -- sort of sub!steve, 1.5k, everything the ask describes, as always MDNI this entire blog is 18+! enjoy <3

Steve doesn’t think anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.

He’s had plenty of partners in bed, sure. He’s rife with enough experience that honestly he thinks it would take a really strange request to throw him off his game. But you had— when you asked, “Can I just take care of you tonight?” 

He hadn’t even been entirely sure what you had meant, pulling back from the steamy make-out with you on his lap— the usual late night rendezvous. 

But still, he gave a slow and earnest nod, a soft ‘sure, honey’ and let you rearrange the two of you til you were leaning back on the headboard and he was leaning back against you. Your thighs on either side of him, your arms looped around his middle. Like a little spoon. Steve secretly adores it. 

“Y’know I can’t exactly do much in this position,” Steve chuckles, pretending to have his reservations, even if he’s already eager to see what you mean by taking care of him. Your arms are around his waist, warm, your fingers tucking up his shirt to begin to work it upwards.

“Mm,” you hum, hoisting it higher and Steve moves forward, letting it get tugged off and over his head. Cool air flushes down his chest. “Dunno if you’re grasping the idea of letting me take care of you if you’re worrying bout that.” 

The shirt flutters to the ground, forgotten, as your hands explore to freshly exposed skin. Steve sighs sweetly as you trace softly across his tummy, nails dragging lightly as your near his thighs. His cock is already perking up. It’s been interested since earlier, you in his lap and your tongue in his mouth, and it doesn’t take many more lingering touches for it to reach proper attention. 

“No one ever taken care of you before, baby?” You ask, lips scraping his ear. Your breath is warm and your voice is low— but the kiss you give beneath his ear is hot and wet. You suckle at the skin, not even a nip of teeth. Desire pools low in Steve’s gut, a simmering heat. 

One of your hands moves over his boxers and gives his bulge a gentle rub, making Steve rumble out a soft moan. Your other hand rubs soothing down his thigh. 

Steve shakes his head to answer no to your question. His eyes fight to stay open, torn between wanting to watching your wandering hands or turning to kiss you but your persistent kisses on his neck give him little choice. He shifts his hips. 

“Not- not like this,” Steve admits, breath a little short already. His tummy tenses when your hand drags back up over it, just a soft scratch of nails. His cock aches harder. He wishes you would touch it, wishes you would reach your hand in, all hot, soft and wet and tug it in that perfectly teasing way he knows you can. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, hips shifting upward again. You smile at his impatience. 

“Can we take these off?” You ask, pinching the ruffled elastic of his boxers. Steve nods fervently, hips shifting up to let you slide them down so he can kick them off. His chest feels warm, flushed beneath the hair and another groan tumbles out when you finally curl your fingers around his cock. “Fuck,” he pants as you pump tantalizing slow. “Fuck, feels so good, honey,” 

A hunger for the feeling grows in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Steve lets his head tips back, resting against your shoulder and you take advantage of it in an instant; kisses upon kisses up his neck. It’s messy, lips wet with spit as you scrape your teeth down, right as your rub over the slit of his cock— Steve twitches, a jagged whine pushing past his lips. He pants a little heavier. 

Pausing for a moment, you pull your hand back to your mouth and let yourself drool over it— sticky saliva covering your fingers. This time, when you grip his cock, Steve gasps loudly. Slick, hot, sounds reverberate in the room as you jerk him, hand twisting perfectly. Still slow, still gentle. 

Your mouth find his earlobe, teeth nibbling a little mean, your hand not stopping— and Steve moans a little louder, like he can’t help it. His cock gives a little dribble of precum, tummy all tensed up again. 

“See? S’nice to be taken care of,” You murmur softly. You thumb his slit again, delighting in the spurt his cock gives, then dive down to cup his balls. Your other hand strokes along his thigh lovingly, nails drawing lines as you rake them back up to his v-line. 

Steve shivers, shuddering sweet whines escaping him. He’s so unbearably hard for you- especially as you rub his balls so perfectly, your hand dragging back up his cock and then back down, a mind-melting cycle. It’s so much, it’s not even close to enough, it’s, it’s— 

“Oh god,” Steve whimpers loudly. His eyes have finally crushed closed, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly beside you. His gut is burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb. It feels good. He wants to writhe against you, wants to fuck your fist, wants you to keep teasing him just like you’re doing. 

“Oh god, oh fuck- f-fuck,” His words are getting more pathetic by the minute, barely fully formed, drenched in a whimpering tone. “Please, don’t… don’t tease, no- ah,” 

It’s not even teasing, you just aren’t rubbing him hot and fast like usual. Your movements are slow, doused in adoration — your core feels sticky, burning hot from watching Steve get all worked up in your arms. 

“M’not teasing you,” you say, fondling his balls and rubbing your palm against them in a circular motion, building his lust. Steve’s tense body and punched out breathes contradict your words. He’s so whiny. It’s a pity no one’s ever taken care of him before — though your stomach pinches hotly to know only you get to see him this way. 

“Just taking care of you,” you sigh, grip tightening as you pull it back up his cock, giving the smallest jerk. Steve warbles out a throaty whimper, egged on by your roaming touch along his thighs. He feels molten hot, tummy already all clenched up, his cock just leaking all over your hand. Pleasure buzzes wildly in his body, back starting to arch up. 

“Hone- aw, fuckfuckfuck, yes, just there, please, honey,” he pleads, voice starting to sound wrecked and feeble. God, he sounds pathetic; he only sounds like this when he's been fucking you for a good while. But a few minutes of the right touch? Reduces to a whiny mess in your hands. 

“So pretty,” you whisper and Steve can’t tell if you mean him or his dribbling cock, all pink and twitching in your hand. He can’t even feel the fabric gripped between his own fingers— can’t feel anything except your palm right around the head of his cock, teasing it lightly. It’s torture, it’s perfect, it’s not enough, it’s— 

“Please!” The word bursts out of Steve, desperate, swallowed immediately by a moan. He fights to get his next words out as your hand returns to his heavy balls, caressing them soft and slow again. It’s not fucking enough. His pleas fall out all whimpery, “Take— take care of me, please, wanna cum, I wanna- I wanna—“ 

It’s the magic words. You grip his cock properly, your whole hand curling around him for the first time that night and you set a fast pace- lewd, squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. Steve keens forward, a soft cry coming from him as his pleasure turns into a blaze in his stomach. “Oh my god, oh god- yes, fuck—“ 

Your free hand moves to his tummy, scratching down to thatch of hair at the base of his cock and Steve can’t help it, he cums, hard. He turns his head, hides it in your neck and releases a whimpery sort of wail. His chest heaves as his pretty cock spurts out his hot pearly cum — coating your hand enough to ride him through it, your hand never stopping. 

“That’s it, so good,” You coo at him. Your sweet words carry him through it, your pace slowing as his body starts to twitch back against yours. His cock gives a few final dribbles of cum and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading it. Steve whimpers loudly. “Mm, there we go.” 

It feels like it takes forever for him to settle back down. Steve feels wrung out, feels spent, feels like he had his brain melted out his ears — like he could just nap against you now and be happy forever. Your soft kiss against his cheek has him opening his eyes, pulling back enough to look at your face. 

“Good?” You ask, though he knows you can tell just how fucking good it was. “Good to be taken care of?” 

Steve nods with a loving hum, a hefty exhale rushing out his lungs and he lets his face huddle back into your neck, eyes slipping shut. He’ll move in a minute- maybe when he can feel his thighs again. 

[runninriot]

Could've Been You

written for @steddiemicrofic

prompt: shower | wc: 399 | rated E | cw: accidental voyeurism, sexual content | tags: pre Steddie, confident Steve Harrington, Steve/OC (past), Eddie has a crush on Steve, Steve wants Eddie

Eddie doesn’t know why he’s here. It’s not even a party, just a bunch of college students getting wasted, playing stupid drinking games.

"Never have I ever... had sex in the shower" someone says and Eddie feels suddenly sick.

Out of the eight people playing, only one lifts his drink, followed by a chorus of wolf whistles and- all Eddie can do is stare.

The guy drinking is Steve. And the problem is, Eddie knows he’s not faking it.

Because he saw it.

Tried to forget about it ever since, jerked off to the image more times than he can count.

He didn’t mean to watch. It was an accident. He was just minding his own business, already half asleep because it was fucking late, way past the time he expected anyone in the dorms to still be up.

But there they were, barely hidden behind a half open curtain, the noises leaving no doubt about what was going on.

Eddie wanted to leave, wanted to turn around and get the fuck out of there, but his eyes were glued to the scene and his legs wouldn’t move, so he stayed. And he watched.

Saw Steve leaning against the shower wall, one leg hooked over a guy’s shoulder who was down on his knees, mouth busy sucking Steve’s cock while pumping two fingers into his hole.

“You good Munson?” Someone asks but Eddie barely registers it, wordlessly stands up and leaves.

Out in the hallway, he feels like he can breathe again until a hand on his shoulder stops him.

"Hey, are you okay? Your face is all red."

Of course, it’s Steve.

"Y-yeah no. I, uh, just wanted to smoke," Eddie stammers.

"Good. Because for a moment I thought you were ashamed."

"A-ashamed? Why would I-"

Steve’s suddenly so close, his lips brushing his ear as he whispers

"Did you like the show? Did it make you hard? Did you touch yourself to the memory that night?"

Eddie’s souls leaves his body.

"I-I’m sorry! Please, don’t be mad!"

Steve must think he’s a fucking pervert. But why is he smiling like that?

"Could’ve been you, you know. I would’ve let you fuck me against the tiles."

Eddie must be hallucinating.

“Or you could just take me to your room and fuck me there.”

But if this is a fever dream, he might as well just go for it.

[eddiesxangel]

Fool Me Once | Eddie Munson x Reader

Anonymous Asked: Eddie being your first everything and first boyfriend and reader is like kinda awkward or something. Then Eddie gets really drunk and gets home to reader and starts yelling at her saying like “You’re only dating me because you don’t want to be a sad loser virgin.” and she gets really sad because she genuinely loves him so much and she starts thinking that he doesn’t love her at all… Then maybe the day after he can’t find reader anywhere and maybe she’s like with robin just crying her eyes out.

AN: IDK IDK it’s my first angsty thing I’ve done hope it’s ok 🫣

Cw: angst, hurt no comfort. Small bitty smut. Use of pet names, one use of reference to reader as “my girl”

“I love you, god, I love you” Eddie slowly pumped his swollen cock in and out of you.

You’ve never felt this wave of pleasure before; no wonder everyone was so hyped about sex.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“Baby, please.” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but the feeling in your lower stomach was starting to build more and more and more until! Euphoria. Euphoria fuelled your body. The wave of pleasure that Eddie just granted you felt indebted to him.

“I love you,” you sigh as your body melts into your boyfriend.

You’ve been with him for almost six months and finally felt ready to give himself to him. You hadn’t slept with anyone until now, and you were so happy you waited. You never felt so close, so in love, so unbelievably happy in this moment. Life was amazing; nothing could ever break this feeling you have.

Ring ring ring

You were abruptly awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. You were fast asleep, and now feeling disoriented, you looked at the clock. It was already 3:38am. You wondered who could be calling you at this late hour. Maybe it was an emergency? Your heart racing, you rushed over to the phone in a state of panic.

"Hello?"

"You little slut"

"Eddie?"

"Who else would it be? Are you expecting a booty call? another guy you want to fuck?"

"I don't understand? What's wrong."

“What's wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong! You’re only with me, so you’re not some loser virgin, that’s what! Do you think all the guys will want you to know that your cherry is popped? Well, guess what, honey? Now you're just a sad little whore.” He slurred.

“Wha-“

“You think you’re hot shit now? Getting with the freak of Hawkins? Gonna brag about how you fucked the freak?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” your voice wobbled.

He was obviously drunk out of his mind, but as they all say, drunk words are a sober man’s thoughts.

“I know how this is going to go… well, not if I beat you to it.”

“I don't understand?”

“I don't understand?” He mocked you in a high-pitched voice. “I’ll tell you what I’m talking about!” He yelled, and you cowered. He didn’t care. His voice got louder and louder. “You were a sad loooooser virgin before me! And now you’re just a sad loser who fucked the freak,” he laughed. He actually laughed.

"Eddie-"

“So we are don-”

You hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.

You couldn't believe this was happening? You gave Eddie everything. You thought he was your everything up until this point. You slept with Eddie for the first time a week ago. Things were good, great, even. Until he went to the hideout tonight without you.

You stayed up the rest of the night because you were in tears about what Eddie said. None of this makes any sense? You always loved Eddie, and you thought he loved you back? How could he be so cruel?

You were woken up from your daze by a knock on your apartment door. You stumbled out of your room, still in your sleep shirt, with puffy eyes from crying all night. Robin was here to pick you up for work.

"Good Mor-" Her smile dropped along with the cup of coffee she was handing you as she saw your appearance. "Oh my god! What happened?" she rushed inside to wrap her arms around you.

"Eddie. He-" You could hardly get the words out. You just crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed pathetically in front of Robin.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch" She let you cry into her on the floor. "Come on, you need to get out of here. Get changed. We are calling in sick, and we can return to my place."

Eddie woke up the morning after with a terrible hangover. It was already 12:35pm, and he couldn't remember how he got home. He suddenly felt an intense wave of nausea, which prompted him to hurry to the bathroom, where he vomited uncontrollably.

After the fifth shot, things in his memory become a little hazy. He was pretty hammered by then, but he still kept drinking with the boys. He vaguely remembered Jason being at the bar and making some leud comment about you, but other than that. Nothing.

He stumbled over to his answering machine to find it empty. That's weird? You always call him before your shift, and at least try to catch him on your lunch break. Today was Wednesday, right? You always work the morning shifts today.

Eddie tried calling your number, but he had no luck, so he tried calling your work, and when they said you called in sick, he got worried. So he tried your number again, and it still went to voice mail. Maybe you were sleeping? He tried calling back to see if Robin might know more. But when your annoyed coworker picked up the phone to tell him Robin also called in sick, he knew something was up.

Eddie rushed to his phone book to find Robin's number and called it. he waited for four rings until...

"Hello?"

"Hey! Rob it's Eddie, have you-"

"We are not speaking to you."

"We? Who's we?"

But it was too late. All he heard was the sound of the dial tone.

He tried again, no answer this time. He tried once more before getting pissed and decided to just go over to her place because what the fuck?

When Eddie got to Robin's, he pounded on the door like the pounding going on in his head.

"Robin! Open the door, please."

The door finally swung open to a very angry-looking Robin standing before him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Munson?!" She stepped outside and closed the door behind her so he couldn't come in.

"Robin, I'm extremely hungover and do not have the patience for your riddles. Do you know where my girl is or not? I'm worried sick."

"Oh, you can relax now since she is not your girl anymore, buddy." she poked his chest roughly. "you made that abundantly clear last night.

"Last night? I don't remember a thing from last night!"

"Well, think harder because she has been in there sobbing her eyes out from your little phone call."

"Phone call? What pho-" Then it all came rushing back to Eddie. It hit him like a Mack Truck.

"Yo Munson, where is that little whore of yours? Is she usually dangling off your arm like your little pet?" Jason snorted. "I bet she's off sucking another guy's cock; realized what a loser you are."

Jason didn't say much more to antagonize Eddie and get in his head, especially with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

How could he be so stupid?

"Robin, oh my god, I fucked up. I fucked up big. Let me apologize."

"No. not now." She's a mess, as you can imagine-"

Robin was interrupted by the creek of the front door opening.

There you stood, looking as small as ever. Your eyes are still puffy, and your hair is a mess in your pyjamas at 1:30 in the afternoon.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't!" you cut him off, and Robin leaves to give you two spaces. "Don't you dare come here and think you can just take back what you said to me!" You had done a lot of crying; your anger was showing through.

"You don't understand, Jason was-"

"Jason?! What the fuck does Jason have to do with this? You hurt me, Eddie! I gave you everything! And then you throw it back in my face, accusing me of sleeping around? Are you insane? I've been in love with you for the last year and give myself to you, and you just throw that all away because of Jason Fucking Carver?"

"Baby, please, I'm so sorry; I'll do anything!"

"You've done enough." You turn and slam the door. That's it. You were done. Your heart felt so heavy… like it was just smashed into a million pieces. You were so close to caving when you saw the look of sorrow in those puppy dog eyes. But he had hurt you so bad you couldn’t believe he felt an ounce of pain he had inflicted upon you.

You and Eddie were officially done.

You have been radio silent. You were held up in your room, and you refused to do anything other than go to work.

Eddie called you excessively. It was every day, multiple times a day. His messages made your heartache as you played them back. You could hear in his voice how broken he was. He had fucked up so bad you didn’t know if you should give him another chance. For two weeks, you refused to answer your phone. You were so sick of it ringing you eventually took it off the line.

Eddie did everything he could think of to try and win you back. He sent you flowers to your work every single shift. He called, wrote love letters, and just needed you to speak to him. He was a desperate mess without you. Eddie’s heart, like not, was ripped into shreds, and it was all his fault.

You’ve been in his life since high school since he met you in hellfire freshman year. Then, once you finally confessed your feelings for one another, he couldn’t believe his luck. You said you wanted to be with him, that you wanted him to be the only one you give yourself to. He never thought that he would be so lucky... And here he was, shooting himself in the foot. He even tried to go to your apartment a few times. But you would never answer the door. He would leave a note each time he showed up unannounced. It would say how sorry he was and how much he loved you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

The slurred words repeatedly played in your head, and you couldn’t make it stop. No matter how much he apologized, nothing he could say could make you forget. Your chest felt like it had a fifty-pound weight sitting right on your heart. Your eyes were permanently swollen from the continuous crying you couldn’t seem to stop. He had stolen your heart and then stomped on it until it seized to beat.

The first month after the breakup was rough, but avoiding Eddie seemed to be easy enough. He eventually got the message by month two and stopped trying altogether.

As time went on, you slowly started to heal. Eventually, your constant thoughts about Eddie subsided. Eventually, they stopped. You never thought you would get over the hurt, but the distance helped. You were getting on your merry way by month three. Finally, feeling like yourself again, eating regularly, sleeping regularly. You hadn’t heard or seen him, and you were finally freed from the prison sentence that was Eddie Munson.

Time spent with your friends and family was exactly what you needed. Even though Robin saw Eddie regularly, she never forgave him for what he did to you. Their friendship was strained, which strained his friendship with Steve as well as Nancy. They wanted to take his side, but once they heard what he had said to you, they couldn’t simply look the other way. So you would hang out with them when Eddie wasn’t there and vice versa. They made sure you never had to encounter one another for the time being. However, it was getting more and more difficult to have two separate schedules to appease you both.

You were to go to Steve’s for dinner with everyone, pizza and movie night. When you arrived, everyone was tense. Lines got crossed, miscommunication ensued, and as you walked through to the kitchen, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand, almost slipping from his grip as his Bambi eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Oh shit!” You hear Steve curse when he realizes the mistake that has been made.

“I’m going to go.” You turn and sprint to the door.

“Not wait!l You can hear Eddie shuffle off the chair behind you, but you refuse to look back.

“Please! Wait!”

Threatening tears sting your eyes, and you rush out the front door.

“Sweetheart, wait.” You feel his hand hook your elbow as your body is jerked in the opposite direction in which you’re running.

“What!” You yell, but then you see his eyes. You really look at him for the first time in three months. He had bags under his eyes, and the dark circles extenuated the deep chocolate of his eyes.

“I-I uh,” he lets out a deep breath, “I wanted to say I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I was so god damn stupid, so so stupid, the dumbest guy on the planet. I can’t believe I fucked this up so badly; I love you. I love you so much. I can’t do this anymore without you, baby. Please.” He was on his knees, begging, literally on his knees, grovelling.

“Eddie, get up.”

“No, I don’t deserve it.” He was so pathetic, but he didn’t care. “I love you, please, just please. I need you in my life.”

“I don’t know Eddie…”

“So that’s not a no?!” He popped up like an excited little bunny, the silver oh hope he needed to get by.

“Eddie…” you sigh.

“No, no, you said maybe! You don’t know. You haven’t decided. Please, baby, I love you.”

“This is too hard.” Your lip wobbles as you try walking away again, but he interlocks your hand with his.

“Please, can I at least just hold you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You let your hand slip from his grip, and he unwillingly let go.

Eddie felt you slipping through his fingers, literally. The hope he had moments ago was gone.

“I’m sorry”

“So am I…” without another look back, you walked away.

[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 001 ! the left side

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note reader’s official emoji is a panda! also most of the interview dialogue is real (from two videos combined) lol

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you and your group had arrived at the scene. the entrance process was rushed seeing as you were all running a little late. but despite being short on time, the six of you still stopped to wave at your fans before heading inside.

“take your places. we are late after all, i would expect that enhypen is already out on stage.” your manager informed, ushering you all out from behind the camera.

and she was right after all. they were in fact waiting for your group, respectfully bowing their heads as you and your members made way to take the spot beside them.

luck was in your favor, as you were instructed to stand next to ni-ki. you couldn’t resist your stares, carefully trying to sneak a glance, only to see he was already looking at you. he smiled at how your cheeks flushed pink.

the mc’s, eunchae and sangmin, quickly adjusted their lifeguard outfits while they waited for the intro music to end before starting their introduction.

“we are the mansaez!” they announced together. “shall we meet enhypen, who is back with a sweet melody?” eunchae read off the script. “welcome!”

“one, two, connect! hello we are enhypen!” jungwon introduced the group.

sangmin quickly greeted them, before going to introduce newjeans. “this time, let’s meet the girls that the world has been waiting for. shall we meet newjeans, who are back with supernatural? welcome!”

“two, three. hello, we are newjeans!” minji spoke into the microphone.

“nice to meet you all. to start off the interview, let’s first go to sunghoon. sunghoon, as a previous mc of music bank, how does it feel to be back?”

“i’m happy to be back after a long time. i’m also happy to be back with our second full length album, romance untold, and the fact that we are able to share this with our fans.” sunghoon smiled to the camera.

“now, hyein. you weren’t able to participate in the last comeback. how does it feel to be back on stage?”

eunchae and sangmin took turns asking you all questions. but as unprofessional as it was, you felt yourself zoning out, still completely stunned by the fact nishimura riki was real, and right next to you. you were so close, your shoulders practically touched his.

the sound of your name being called by eunchae drew you back into reality, pulling you out of the clouds. “y/n! we’ve heard ni-ki doesn't show the left side of his face, but we finally got to see that in enhypens latest comeback. since it's known that you have admired enhypen for so long, how do you feel about this?"

and immediately, all the blood that was meant to pump into your brain, left, and rushed to your cheeks. you felt lightheaded, but you knew your face was burning.

you stood there frozen in shock, your mic jittering in your shaky hands. you suddenly felt more nervous than you were before, as you made the rookie mistake of turning to look at the boy next to you. he stared at you so expectantly, with a glimmer in his eyes.

“o-oh? i didnt know these types of things could be shared..” you awkwardly laughed, playing it off as you just being shy. “i think its charming because its not something we get to see often? i suppose.” you answered, playing it safe. because really, how do you respond to a question like that?

riki smiled at your response, nodding his head in approval.

haerin, who was next to you with her arm pressing into yours, gave you a small thumbs up of encouragement. maybe you didn’t do as bad as you thought.

“ni-ki, how do you feel about this?” sangmin asked.

“ah, me? sorry. i find it cute that you think i’m charming, even if it’s something i don’t do often.” he replied, looking at you the whole time he spoke.

you remained the eye contact for a few moments, causing the air to run thick as it stayed silent.

the mc’s shrugged it off, not thinking too much of it, before keeping the interview going by continuing to ask the other members their questions.

and before you knew it, the interview was over.

as soon as the cameras cut, you thanked eunchae and sangmin, then the enhypen members. riki reached out to shake your hand, his touch lingering for a moment before pulling away.

you smiled as he smirked at you while you both went your separate ways.

the music bank interview had ended 6 hours ago. it was now 10 pm, and you laid on danielle’s bed with your head in her lap as she braided your hair. hanni was sat next to you with her legs crossed, engrossed in some game hyein showed her the other day.

“my god. that was so embarrassing!” you whined as you saw a clip of today’s interview on tiktok, grabbing hanni’s pillow from beside to her as you screamed into it.

danielle quickly moved her hands away in surprise. “hey, i said don’t move! now the mini braid is all frizzy.” she pouted, undoing it to start over.

“it wasn’t that bad. at least you managed to not cause a dating scandal! fans are going crazy over the interaction on twitter.” hanni informed you in a comforting manner, handing you her phone.

“i don’t care about what people online think. it was more about the fact that i embarrassed myself in front of riki.” you mumbled, before scrolling through hanni’s phone to see what netizens were saying.

“that’s so humiliating. not them clipping my every movement..” you sighed with a frown.

at that moment, minji walked in with haerin behind her, from the other room that you three shared.

everyone was now together in the second bedroom of the dorm.

“come on y/n. let’s go get some snacks from the convenience store. you need some fresh air.” minji spoke, taking the phone out your grasp and returning it to hanni. she pulled you up to your feet, gesturing for you to put some shoes on.

“right now? i’m wearing pajamas.” you raised a brow, examining yourself in the mirror. you wore your long sleeve shirt, and your baggy pajamas pants, along with the slides you had just put on.

“so am i.” she shrugged. “come on, just you and me. you’ll feel better.”

reluctantly, you followed minji out the door, dreading the fact you may be recognized like this in public.

“i guess we’ll be back.” you waved to your other members who remained inside.

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[hanniesbrat]

so beautiful | christian yu

exhibitionism (on the tour bus) and creampie w dpr ian

pairing: christian yu x reader

genre: est. relationship, smut, always have that little bit of fluff at the end you already know

wc: ~1.9k (haven’t proofread a single kinktober what’s good)

synopsis: ian had had enough of your teasing on tour, and he needs to do something about it. (these summary’s are so half assed but like bro these are all straight smut like what more do you want from me sigh LOL)

!other kinktober fics!

a/n: hey luvlies so again, out super late but STILL THE RIGHT DATE :3 i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. i hate it. ill def write a better christian fic in the future bc this is my man fr. also, mc may or may not call ian daddy once in a taunting way… that’s it tho. only once .-. okay mwah! bye <3

you rolled over to face the window and admire the way the sun rose right into christian’s side of the tour bus this morning. “beautiful isn’t it?” he mumbled, now also rolling over to hold you. “very,” you hummed, wiggling your ass against him trying to get closer to him which… wasn’t possible. he pressed his body against yours and you felt his cock against your ass, growing in response. “don’t start,” he warned, nuzzling his face into your neck. “start what?,” you played dumb and pushed against him again. “baby..” he groaned into your neck. “you’ve done this every morning since tour started and i’m getting fed up.”

expecting him to huff out a defeated breath and walk off to the bathroom like normal, you kept wiggling against him. instead of his sulky, too-tired-to-be-horny behavior however, he bit into your neck lightly making you whimper. “i told you i’m fed up. now, knock it off before i fuck the brat out of you for anyone on, or around this damn bus to hear,” he growled at a hushed volume. you whined at his words, so shocked, you were unable to respond coherently. christian acting in such a way wasn’t out of the ordinary by any means. you’re a brat with him through and through and he always took care of you however he saw fit. but… on the bus? with all of his friends and team mere feet away (so you both thought) from you guys, nothing but a curtain separating your bed from theirs’? you never thought he’d have the gaul to do anything about your bratty behavior here.

“oh yeah?” you taunted breathily, risking one last push against him with your ass.

he reached up, his tattooed hand grabbing your throat. “alright you fucking deviant, you wanna play so bad, get down there,” he demanded.

“b-but ian what about-“

“everyone else? well you obviously don’t care. do you?” he squeezed at your throat. “hm?”

“i- fuck,” you choked out, struggling to speak.

“you started this shit, darling. and now you’re gonna finish it.”

he let go of your neck and you knew you had to make your way down to his cock or else things wouldn’t end well for you. getting on top of him then inching your way down his body, you never broke eye contact. “fuck y/n, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed cupping your face. you just smiled and began to shimmy his sweats down along w his boxers. he let out a muffled groan when you took him into your cold hand, pumping him slowly. “be a doll and put it in your fucking mouth, would you?” you both were lucky that the sound of the bus’s a/c was loud enough to drown his voice and your noises out for anyone who may be there to hear.

you took all of him in your mouth in one go, christian subconsciously groaning out at the sudden sensation. while slowly bobbing your head up and down, you hummed around his cock making him twitch in your mouth. “god you’re so good for me, love. fuck- need to fuck you.” he mumbled, grabbing a fist full of your hair and lightly pulling you off of him with a pop. lips swollen and pink with drool covering your chin, you smirked up at him, knowing how crazy things were about to get.

again, you never would’ve thought that christian would be brave enough to do anything about your bratty behavior on the bus with everyone around. however, now that he’d started something, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you both were satisfied. it didnt matter if anyone would be able to hear, or see.

“come here gorgeous,” he growled as you started climbing up his body to straddle him. he reached an arm up to your neck to bring you down closer to him. “it’s already a tight fit in here, so stay close, yeah?” he panted. he sounded almost… needy, and you were loving it. “yeah?” you started grinding your clothed cunt against his exposed cock. “is that what you want, daddy?” you taunted, knowing damn well he wasn’t the one in charge in this moment. his breath hitched as his eyes pierced into yours. “no space between us hm?” you dipped your head down into the rook of his neck leaving open mouthed kisses all over. “fuck baby, yes. yes please,” the nickname you’d just given him really got to him, especially with the situation making it so ironic. you had a grip on him right now, and he knew it.

“ian?” yongwoo’s voice came from above. “uh- y-yeah?” christian stuttered out. you began to grind down on him harder, making it nearly impossible to keep his composure. “watcha doing down there buddy?” he asked, peaking down and slightly opening the curtain. both yours and christian’s heads whipped to where yongwoo was already gawking. you smiled at him and christian could barely manage to even make eye contact with him. “hi woo,” you said innocently. he chuckled as if this were a regular occurrence, “hey y/n.” you felt christian’s cock twitch against you. was he actually enjoying this? he then cleared his throat, “dude, do you mind?” you now knew he was faking his annoyance. “mo just texted. he’s out grabbing breakfast with everyone. you guys want anything?” yongwoo asked looking away. “hmmm…” you pondered for a moment, christian actually growing a bit irritated because all he wanted in this moment was to fuck you. “i’ll have some pancakes and hashbrowns please and thank you,” you smiled. “same here,” christian said bluntly. “alright i’ll leave you two… to it.” yongwoo laughed then closed the curtain again, hopping off his bunk to head out. “so are we the only ones in here?!” christian yelled after him. you slowly started grinding down on him again. “go crazy!” yongwoo yelled back, closing the door behind him.

“alright, you brat,” christian spat, “get off.” now that you two were alone… you were a bit scared. (in an exhilarating way of course) you got off, laying down next to him without even being told to. he sat up as much as he could in the crammed bunk space, “roll over,” he demanded. you did so, rolling onto your tummy beneath him. with his free hand (his other arm holding himself up) christian pulled down your underwear past your ass, then wrapped his arm around your hips, pulling them up so your ass was slightly elevated and pressed against his pelvis. he winced, and you moaned at the feeling of his cock sliding between your thighs, and grazing your wet cunt. “ian, please fuck me,” you whined with your cheek pressed against his pillow. “patience dear,” he whispered in your ear. he reached down to line himself up with your cunt, slipping himself into you with ease. “fuck!” you whimpered and he groaned in unison when he bottomed out. he started fucking you without hesitation. the sound of his skin clapping against yours. within seconds, the window next to you two started fogging up from your collective body heat. “o-open the curtain up,” you choked out between whimpers. “oh i see,” christian pushed it open upon your request. “want the window to clear up so everyone can see me ruin your sopping cunt,” he grunted not slowing down his pace. you honestly were just getting too hot, but you didn’t have the energy to argue back right now. and… christian bringing up that point lit a fire inside your tummy. you hadn’t even took into consideration the fact that with the way the sun was hitting the window, if anyone at the stop was walking close enough, they could look in and faintly see you getting railed by your boyfriend.

“fucking hell it’s too crammed in here,” christian breathed before pulling out of you and stepping out of the bunk. he grabbed your hips and turned you so your lower half came off the bed and your knees rested on the floor. he then got on his knees too and started pounding into you again, this time with more intent. suddenly, your phone started buzzing. “momo” lit up your screen. “pick it up,” christian said in a low tone, slowing down his movements, but not stopping. you cleared your throat then accepted the call.

“h-hello?” you choked out.

“oh shit i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“n-no you didn’t it’s okay.”

“okay… well we’re all gonna eat here at the restaurant. it’s right around the corner from the rest stop. you guys want to meet us there?”

“ian?” you tried to ask innocently, so hyungmo wouldn’t suspect anything. “do you want to e-eat there with them?” christian slightly sped up his movements, “we’ll be there in 10!” he answered directly to him. you were biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed trying to keep yourself quiet.

“okay, sick! see you guys soon.”

*beep beep beep*

you threw your phone down and flopped your cheek back down on the bed while christian started fucking you back into the bunk in a feral manner. “we better hurry up then, huh?” he said smugly. you began to cry out and moan as a knot started to suddenly form in your tummy. you looked up and out the window in a haze. you slowly started to make out yongwoo walking back toward the tour bus, still quite a bit of distance away. struggling to speak, you simply whimpered “y-yongwoo,” trying with all your strength to lift an arm to point out the window. “i say you have a minute to cum,” he said pointedly, reaching an arm around to start rubbing circles on your clit. “fuck!” you screamed out, throwing your face into the bed. the knot in your tummy tightened and tightened. your body suddenly started shaking your orgasm quickly ripped through your body. “good fucking girl,” christian groaned fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his mere seconds after.

yongwoo was now almost to the bus and you started to panic, coming down from your high. christian slowly pulled himself out of you, then quickly covered your cream filled cunt back up with your underwear. “keep it in during breakfast,” he whispered gently from behind you, kissing you on your cheek like nothing happened. as if you’re not still bent over his bed, fucked out. he grabbed you from under your arms like a child and hoisted you up. you turned around to face him, his arms hovering around you in case you stumbled. “i love you,” you cooed through half lidded eyes. he kissed your forehead, “i love you more.” you leaned in, capturing him in a soft, but deep kiss. when you pulled away you beamed, “love you most!” before quickly walking over to wear your clothes were stored, grabbing sweats.

as you were stepping into your second pant leg, yongwoo walked in. “oh thank god,” he sighed, seeing you both almost fully dressed. “ian, put a shirt on,” he joked before grabbing his sweatshirt off the couch at the front of the bus. “it’s also a little cold so, sweatshirts too,” he suggested before walking off the bus again.

you both looked at each other, shrugging knowing you’d both go out in t-shirts to cool down.

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[lover-girl-for-life]

V-day oneshot day 1

sorry pookies i’m a little late but it’s okay. Uhhh

WARNINGS: smut, suggestive language, fluff, degradation(kinda), begging, sex in posidens cabin, female reader.

SMUT UNDER CUT!!

"quit squirming-"

"How about you just quit staring and fuck me."

Y/n said through gritted teeth, instead of lying down, now resting on her elbows.

Percy, sitting in between Y/n's knees, had is hands splayed on Y/n's chest,

fondling with her breasts. 

"Jesus fucking- just-please.." 

Begged Y/n, rutting her hips up to meet Percy's bare hips. She gasped,

feeling Percy's slick cock brush against her exposed cunt.

Percy's hands left her chest. Now gripping her hips,

holding her in place.

"You take what you're given slut." Percy said harshly, one hand leaving her hips.

His fingers grazed down to her dripping pussy, index finger grazing over her sensitive 

clit. Y/n's eyes flutter shut, head tipping back. Percy's finger pressed against the bud, 

rubbing in figures of eight. Percy looked up, seeing y/n on her back and gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were almost white. He smirked, leaning up to press kisses

to her neck. Percy felt his cock twitch, groaning against her neck. 

"Perce, please, just please fuck me.." Y/n begged, tangling her fingers in Percy's hair.

As his fingers still worked her clit his other hand reached down, poking and prodding

inside her cunt, teasing her. Y/n moaned as Percy's long finger sank inside her, Percy bit

his lip, moaning with her. He felt her velvety walls as he pressed another finger inside.

Y/n's back arched, mouth stretched into a perfect 'O'. Her eyebrows are tightly knit together.

"You sound so fuckin' pretty making those noises for me. y'know that? so fuckin' pretty." Percy said into her neck, pumping his fingers in and out of her. After a few pumps, Percy pulled out his fingers 

entirely. Sitting up on his heels, he smiled down at her, taking in her beauty

"Really? this again? C'mon just fuck me already Percy.." Y/n said breathlessly. She huffed

crossing her arms around her chest. Percy lightly laughed, leaning down for what was meant to be a quick kiss, but turned into a passion-filled make-out session. Y/n's arm wrapped around Percy's neck, pulling him closer. Percy held himself up, planting his arms around her shoulders. He reached one hand down to grip his throbbing cock, leading the tip to 

her entrance. When Percy's dick pressed into Y/n's heat she grabbed his hair, slightly

tugging. Percy bottomed out, y/n and him moaning into the kiss in sync. Percy was the first to break away, he was panting, lips red and glossy. "Tell me if I'm being too rough okay?" He said, grinding his hips into hers. Y/n nodded, biting her lip. Percy began with a slow but deep thrust, then worked his way up to a fast and deep thrust, his tip pecking her cervix. Y/n's eyes rolled into the back of her head, she relished in the feeling of Percy's

dick rubbing in all the right places inside her. Percy felt his lower abdomen tighten, so he went faster. His legs burned from the workout. Y/n let out a pornographic moan, throwing her head back against the mattress.

"S-shit perce' I'm-oh gods- I'm cl-close!" She yelled out, gripping Percy's hair tighter. Also felt the heat build up in her stomach. Percy tried his best to speak but only managed to force out a few words.

"Me too-ah-fuck.."

Percy's scalp slightly tingled, but it was all worth it cause the next minute he tipped over the edge. His thrust became erratic as he tried to help y/n also cum. And he succeeds, he felt her pussy clench around him. Y/n yelled out, back arching once more. After they both caught their breath Percy pulled out, watching his cum drip down to her ass. He let out a low whistle at the sight and laid down next to Y/n. She turned towards him, a warm smile on her face. Percy also turned to face her, smiling back. He reached a hand towards her face, brushing a few hairs away from her eyes. "I love you.." y/n whispered, moving closer to Percy. "I love ya too.." He said back, hand resting on her cheek. His eyes lingered on her face before inevitably drifting down to her breasts, he raised his eyebrows, smirking up at Y/n. "Round two?" He suggested Y/n rolled her eyes, a large grin on her face.

"You're lucky it's Valentine's Day.." she said, kissing Percy as he climbed on top of her again.

[lucysarah-c]

Mounting Spring Ch. 2

Summary: Paradis has opened its doors to the world, and the Rumbling has not yet occurred. The military board insists, "We need more Ackermans!" to avoid ruining Mikasa's life. Levi agrees. Arranged marriage, explicit consent, Omegaverse. Alpha! Levi x Omega! Y/N. Mentions of underage marriage but it doesn't happen, the reader is over 21.Age gap but they are both adults. (I would say enemys to lover but they don't even know eachother to be enemys lol.) Author note: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. From the creator of "Not in season?" I bring to you "Mounting Spring" lmao haha sorry it's just that my first omegaverse was rather a success… so I decided to do another. Masterlist to the previous parts! Ao3 link in case you prefer to read there!

Teeth sank into the reddening pulp, grimacing as she swallowed its overly sweet pulp. She’d had more than her fill of them by now. Her hands gripped her hips as her mother tugged at the back of her dress, tightening it with relentless precision. 

“How many more of these do I have to eat?” she muttered, her mouth half-full. 

“Do not touch the dress,” her mother insisted, exasperated. “Figs stain like crazy.” 

Her grandmother, seated by the intricately decorated vanity, glanced up. “As many as it takes. Don’t you want your chest to be pump for the wedding?” 

With shallow, uneven breaths, she turned to face herself in the triple-panelled mirror with its gilded frame. The multiple angles revealed the full grandeur of the white dress she wore. She, somehow, seemed tiny compared to the size of the grown. “Isn’t it... perhaps, a little much?” 

Doubt settled into her mind as a servant pinned her hair in an elaborate updo. This was the third fitting, just three days before the big day; any change now would be nearly impossible. 

“Nonsense!” her mother chided, fussing with the train to ensure it cascaded perfectly. “You only marry once.” Noticing the way her daughter’s leg tapped nervously, she gave her a sharp slap on the arm. “Stop it. Calm yourself, or you’ll faint before you even reach the cathedral.” 

“Ouch!” she pouted. “I can’t help it—I’m so nervous. I want him to think I’m beautiful. I want him to think I’m... perfect.” 

“He should count himself lucky,” her grandmother muttered with a groan, “You could do so much better than some Military Police officer, high-ranking or not.” 

“Grandma,” she replied, weary of the topic, “Dietrich is an angel... he even worked extra hours so we could have the wedding at the main cathedral, just like I dreamed.” 

Her voice softened, eyes shining with a blush on her cheeks, visibly lovestruck. Her little sister, tugging at her own flower girl dress, looked up and grinned, “You’re getting married where princesses do!” 

“Yes,” Y/N beamed, crouching with a rustle of fabric, “and we’ll both look like princesses.” 

“What if... what if my heat comes early? Or late?” Her breathing turned shallow. “We’ve been planning this for years—” 

“Goodness, calm down!” her mother scolded, sounding weary. “You’ll get it next week as planned, and by then, you’ll already be bonded.” 

Her grandmother sat at the table, grumbling to herself. The room around them was awash in white and gold, with intricate floral patterns adorning the walls and hidden doors blending with the decor. The house was full of energy as five children dashed about, all at different ages. The two eldest—a pair of identical teenage boys—moved with a synchronized mischief, while the remaining three, two boys and a girl, looked close enough in age to practically be triplets. The girl, rapidly growing taller than the other two. The three of them in that state of childhood that they can’t kept still. 

But the simplest conclusion was that she was the oldest. “Oh, say what you like, Grandma, but without Dietrich and father’s connections, we’d all still be waiting at the military tower, just like after the uprising.” 

She turned, smiling warmly at another woman standing quietly in the corner. That woman’s facial features had no resemblance to the rest of the people in the room. “And thanks to Mrs. Irma, who’s so generously taken us in,” she said, offering a small bow of respect. 

“Oh, think nothing of it,” Mrs. Irma replied. “In times like these, traditional families need to stand together.” Her expression darkened as she glanced at the clock. “It’s absurd that they’re keeping Anthony at the board this late. Can you imagine? These are family hours! 

One of the older boys, recently old enough to entertain more adult conversations, muttered, “Well... it’s not like the Scouts have any family to go back to.” 

“Arthur,” Y/N snapped, her voice severe, “don’t say that.” He shrugged, but she held his gaze firmly. “What if someone hears you? Don’t be foolish, especially while Father is still imprisoned.” 

Unfazed, the boy rolled his eyes. “You’re not my mother,” he muttered, looking toward their actual mother for backup. 

“Listen to your sister,” she replied, more out of habit than strictness. 

She smirked at Arthur, satisfied. Despite him recently presenting as an alpha, she remained firmly in charge. 

Just then, the front door swung open so loudly it echoed through the house, drawing everyone’s attention. 

Her head snapped up, her nose catching a familiar scent. Gathering the skirts of her dress, she hurried down the hall. Two older men stood in the entryway, and her heart leaped. “Dad!” she cried with excitement, 

Her exclamation raised the family that quickly moved behind her. “I knew they’d let you out for the wedding,” she said, her voice shaking with joy as her father lifted her off the ground in a tight embrace. 

When she withdrew her arms around her father’s neck and he set her down, he looked at her with an unfamiliar intensity, almost prideful. “Oh, darling, aren’t you a blessing?” 

She blinked, caught off guard by the expression. But before she could question it, the rest of the family surrounded him, eagerly pulling him into their midst. The owner of the house still cladded in his military uniform moved to his wife, Irma, and whispered something in her ear. Whatever he had said made the colours from her face drain and her eyes flicked toward Y/N, filled with an unsettling mix of shock and pity. 

‘...What is going on?’ The bride-to-be began to sense the tension in the air. Her confused eyes moved to her father, who was still talking to the children. Her confusion was only slightly veiled as she heard him declare, “We are going back to the house!” 

“To the country manor and all?” one of the teens asked excitedly. 

“Yes, all of it. The Crown is returning the territories.” 

Y/N smiled, but a shadow of confusion crossed her face. The news seemed almost too good. Had her fiancé put in a word with the military board? But then, ‘One thing is him being free, another is having our lands returned.’ 

None of her friends with family under military trial had gotten their properties back after the uprising. Most nobles still waiting for military trail at the tower, begging to not be executed. As she mulled this over, the scene repeated in front of her eyes. Her father bent down to whisper something to her mother, and both turned to glance at her. 

The younger children ran around, cheering, the teens celebrating the prospect of leaving the borrowed home. Y/N, however, watched the four adults as they slipped into the study. 

The sound of the double doors sliding shut with a finality that stirred her nerves was hard to forget. She could swear she felt the wind of air that the action produced slamming against her face. Just like her, her grandmother didn’t share the enthusiasm. Perhaps, Y/N was no longer a little girl to be easily tricked as her siblings.  

While they conferred in private, she changed out of her dress into something more comfortable, scooped up her large white Persian cat, and settled in with her grandmother for tea. But neither took a sip. It felt like the eye of the hurricane, with a silence that gnawed sanity.  

‘Calm down... it’s just nerves,’ she reminded herself, clinging to her mother’s earlier words. 

But minutes passed like hours, and hours passed like days.  When the adults finally emerged, she stood quickly, meeting her father with a hopeful smile. “Dad, you’ll be able to walk me down the aisle!” 

But the man placed both hands on her forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze before he spoke. As he did, her smile slowly faded, replaced by a torrent of messy tears. She couldn’t quite recall how he delivered the news, having dissociated in the moment. 

“No...” she whispered as tears ran down her cheeks, her head shaking slowly in disbelief. “Don’t do this to me...” 

“Dad,” she cried, her voice like a frightened child’s, pleading against the monsters of the night. 

He simply cupped her head with one hand, lowered it gently to plant a kiss on her crown, and said softly, “Make him happy, alright?” 

— 

Perhaps it wasn’t the time or place to think about it, but his mind kept drifting back. Maybe it was the season—spring—that stirred his body’s instincts with an eager pull toward mating. There was no rut, no nearby omega to trigger one, yet his body reacted to the shift in weather, sensing that if he wasn’t so stubborn, it might be the perfect timing for breeding. 

Maybe it was because he’d been informed that everything was settled and that the wedding was set to happen as soon as possible. He had no say in it; within three days, it had been arranged. He absentmindedly spun a small red velvet box with a single ring on the wooden table. He had asked for the most common ring size and bought the only one he could afford—the cheapest, hoping blindly that it would fit her. 

Or maybe it was Hange’s idea of ‘lifting his spirits’ with a bachelorette party, despite his protests. But his mind kept circling back to one persistent question: ‘Have I ever... actually slept with an omega in heat?’ 

The answer was clear: no. In his days in the Underground, he’d had encounters with a few omegas, but they were rare, and none had been in heat. Omegas hid during their heat. Understandably so, since an omega in heat risked being claimed by any alpha nearby.  Any decent alpha in rut would do the same, locking themselves away to avoid the instinct to claim someone they didn’t even know. 

‘The closest... was that time her roommate went into heat. and she smelled faintly like an omega in heat,’ Levi mused, trying to dig up memories.  ‘I remember thinking it was the best fuck I ever had...’ And it had only been a faint trace of pheromones, not even the real thing. Neither of them was a ‘high-bred omega’ or anything like that, yet the curiosity of what it might truly feel like lingered in his mind. 

Especially after they’d informed him two days ago that his fiancée—his future wife—was expected to go into heat by the end of the week. The wedding had been fast-tracked to ensure he could claim her once they were married. 

‘I shouldn’t be thinking about this—it’s creepy, to say the least,’ he reprimanded himself, ‘It’s just because it’s spring,’ he reasoned. 

The season was clearly affecting him, sparking memories of times he’d been with betas or even alpha women. He’d never cared much about it, aside from the frustration of having to squeeze his own knot. He’d always assumed there was no difference, though he had no experience to confirm it. Attempting to knot a beta or alpha wasn’t just difficult; it was painful for them. All these thoughts spun around in his head, mirroring the ring box as it spun under his fingers on the polished table. 

The day was annoyingly warm; his jacket hung on the back of his chair. The previous day, he hadn’t brought it and nearly froze; now he had, and it felt like he was boiling. ‘Damn spring,’ Levi cursed, clicking his tongue and glancing from the open door to the end of the hall, where Zackly had left the meeting for an emergency. The cadet he’d been grumbling to looked visibly nervous, though his expression read, ‘It’s not my fault, don’t yell at me.’ 

Then he saw Zackly returning, visibly tense, trying to mask his irritation. ‘What’s got him so riled up now?’ 

The three men sat down across from Levi, one slapping a stack of papers onto the table. The gray-haired man rolled up his sleeves, pushed his glasses up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then looked straight into Levi’s dead-set eyes. 

“There’s been a last-minute issue,” he grunted. “Would you consider choosing another girl?” 

“What?” Levi scowled. “Hell no. We already agreed on this.” 

“I know, but—” 

“No.” Levi crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “What’s the problem?” 

“Lady Y/N is feeling unwell—” began the youngest cadet timidly on Zackly left side, only to be interrupted by a brash MP on the other side of the higher in rank. “She’s bleeding. The chick missed her heat.” 

An uncomfortable silence settled over the room, and Levi raised an eyebrow, grunting, “Huh?” 

“Her heat’s gone. Her mother said it was stress-related. Doesn’t matter; the point is, she won’t go into heat this spring,” Zackly clarified, clearly annoyed. “So, pick someone who can still be bred this season.” 

Levi didn’t respond right away, sitting in silence and letting his annoyance simmer as he waited, half-hoping that a sliver of humanity might surface among these men. “What’s the problem? Everything’s set—let’s carry on.” 

“Didn’t you hear me?” Zackly insisted, his patience thin. “She won’t be fertile—possibly for an entire year.” 

“Yeah, I heard you. I’m not an idiot. And?” Levi replied, his tone making it clear he found their point absurd. “There’s a chance of omegas going into heat in autumn too,” he added dismissively. 

“The odds are too low, and a year’s too long. Who knows what fate this island faces in that time? We need a child now,” Zackly jabbed a fat finger against the table for emphasis. “Choose another.” 

Levi snorted, letting out a mocking chuckle. “The arrangement was marriage, and I agreed to that. The rest of this is your own twisted, old-man wet dreams. Whether I knock her up next week or next year—that’s my problem.” 

Zackly sighed in frustration, resting his face in his hand. Levi, unbothered, shrugged. “Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. I’ll get the chance to learn her name before I’m a father.” 

The MP, that Levi could tell he was an alpha by the scent, sneered under his breath, muttering, “She had one job and couldn’t handle it—the little hysterical chick. What’s she stressed about, eating cake? And omegas wonder why we call them the weaker sex.” 

Levi’s sharp gaze pinned the soldier, who straightened in defiance. In the standoff that followed, it became clear: the first to look away would concede dominance. “Watch your mouth,” Levi warned, “or pray I don’t hear that crap again—ever.” 

Scoffing, the soldier held his ground, teeth slightly bared as if it would grant him authority. “You don’t even know her,” 

 But Levi, humanity’s strongest, didn’t need to bare teeth. “I don’t care. If she’s an inconvenience and a pain in the ass, she’s my pain in the ass now. So, the rest of you better shut up.” 

The room grew tense, and the youngest cadet shrank in his seat, barely fifteen and newly presented, terrified of being caught up in an alpha standoff. At last, the MP turned away in frustration, shifting into a submissive posture, acknowledging defeat. 

Levi snorted, settling back into a relaxed stance. It was typical alpha posturing—territorial nonsense. Or perhaps, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my ally,’ he mused, because whether they liked it or not, she had managed to annoy them all. Levi took that as a personal win. 

‘See...we already have something in common,’ he mused, a bittersweet smile flickering across his face at the thought. 

— 

“You! Last night as a single man! How do you feel?” Hange shouted, downing an entire pint. 

Levi sat with his drink clutched between his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. “Like shit,” he muttered. 

“Nah, that’s just your usual mood,” Hange joked. “Thought bachelor parties were supposed to be fun? Where’s everyone else?” 

Levi glanced up; his gaze heavy. “Dead.” 

Hange’s smile faded; their lips pressed together as the realization sank in. They were the only ones left. The night shifted from bittersweet to just bitter. 

“If eyebrows were here… he’d put a stop to all this nonsense,” Levi added, sounding defeated, like he’d grown addicted to ‘if onlys’ as the days passed. Hange raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning Levi’s words as if trying to make them fit, but only managed a grimace, like someone watching a mismatched eulogy at a funeral. 

“Who am I kidding? That jerk would’ve planned everything behind my back and dragged me to church without explaining why,” Levi muttered, chuckling softly. 

Hange burst into laughter. “Honestly! We miss Erwin, but let’s not kid ourselves,” they said, refilling Levi’s glass before slumping back into the couch. “Come on, you’ve got to face marriage like an alpha!” 

Levi looked at them, puzzled. “Heavily drunk?” 

Reluctantly, Levi raised the glass to his lips. Just then, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder. 

— 

‘It’ll stop eventually.’ 

But it didn’t. The storm only worsened. By midday, it was as dark as night inside the chapel. 

“Can I leave?” the priest asked, breaking the silence. The small-town chapel was empty—not just because it was a workday, but because the Church had lost much of its influence under the new government. But, to Levi’s annoyance, they still upheld the entire marriage ritual as if nothing had changed. 

“You’re a priest. What else have you got to do but wait with us?” Hange replied, leaning back in the uncomfortable wooden pew. Turning to Levi, they whispered, “Are you sure she said today?” 

At first, both had sat upright, coats adjusted for the formality of the occasion. But after four hours of waiting, with no sign of the bride, both Scouts had slouched against the benches, waiting for a miracle or release from this silent punishment. 

Levi, resting his head back, hands in his pockets as the storm turned colder, shrugged “Maybe I read it wrong,” he said, his eyes fixed on the chapel floor, utterly devoid of expression. 

“What?!” Hange exclaimed. “Does that mean I got drunk last night for nothing?” 

“Nobody forced you to.” 

“Well, what kind of bachelor party would it be if someone didn’t get drunk?” It was obvious Hange was trying to lighten the mood with a joke or two. 

Levi, though, was too wrapped up in his thoughts to appreciate it. “It wasn’t a bachelor party, Hange. It was just you and me.” 

“Sorry for annoying you with my friendship,” Hange replied, feigning offense. After a moment of silence, they continued, “Maybe she ran away…” 

“Maybe she threw herself from the Walls, as I should have.” 

Hange chuckled. “You’re being a bit overdramatic.” They could tell Levi was beyond stressed; his leg bounced restlessly, pacing each second with the beat of his boot against the floor. 

As the storm worsened and time dragged on, Levi turned to Hange. “Go back to the Scouts.” 

“What?” the newly appointed Commander asked, visibly confused. “No way, I’m staying! My baby is getting married!” they joked, earning an eye roll from Levi. 

“I’m older than you, idiot.” 

Hange slung an arm around Levi, grinning. “Yeah, but you’re shorter, so age doesn’t count.” 

“Tch. Just go. We left the brats alone, and the sky’s falling. They’ll need help with the horses, and someone has to check on the coastal supplies. Without proper squad leaders, someone’s got to be there giving orders.” 

Though Hange had taken up the Commander’s role, Levi’s support had often provided the final push they needed to take full responsibility. Most of the time, the captain could tell that the brunette felt like the role was too big for them. Levi seemed to feel that push was necessary now, especially in the storm’s chaos. 

Hange, however, hesitated, reluctant to leave a friend who’d seen better days. “But—” 

“Go,” Levi said, resigned but not angry. “I’m a big boy, Four-Eyes. I’ll be fine.” 

Using their old teasing nicknames was the closest they came to camaraderie now. “Who’s going to sign as your witness, then?” Hange asked, rising reluctantly. 

“If” —Levi stressed the word— “if she shows up, we’ll improvise. Now go. The cadets need you.” 

Levi shifted uncomfortably, glancing once more toward the doors, his patience worn thin as the storm outside seemed only to grow angrier. The priest fidgeted, muttering under his breath while Hange’s retreating footsteps had already faded, leaving Levi alone with his swirling thoughts. 

The hours dragged on; the storm’s fury unrelenting. Levi, alone now in the dim chapel, had nearly let go of the thought that she would show at all. His head rested against the back of the pew, eyes half-closed, the rhythmic pounding of the rain on the roof above almost hypnotic. 

He felt himself drifting off, exhaustion creeping in after he didn’t sleep a wink the previous night. He couldn’t decide which he preferred—her not showing up at all or going through with it. If she didn’t come, he’d have to endure this ordeal all over again. If she did, it would finally bring this chapter to a close, forcing him to confront a new way of life. 

For a split second, he found himself comparing it to waiting for an execution. ‘No... let’s not turn into those bitter old men who think of marriage as a prison; the poor kid’s done nothing wrong.’ 

And just when Levi resigned to leave, a loud creak of the chapel doors shattered the stillness. Levi sat up abruptly, and two soldiers, rifles in hand and soaked through, marched into the aisle, flanking a lone figure in a drenched, greyish-white cloak. The hood hung low, obscuring her face entirely. Her face was obscured beneath the soaked hood, and the dress beneath the cloak—if it could be called a wedding gown at all—was stained with mud up to her knees. It looked far more like an ordinary dress than something intended for marriage, its hem torn and splattered with the earth she’d trudged through. 

The two soldiers from Zackly’s meeting earlier that week were here, and Levi quickly understood why—they must be trusted to carry out the job of escorting her. When she finally stepped into the chapel, an unexpected aroma hit him like a punch. He couldn’t tell if it was the lingering aroma from the lost heat, adjusting to the sudden shift in plans and hormones. But she smelled— 

‘Divine, for fuck’s sake,’ he thought, feeling ashamed at how quickly his own body reacted. 

The soldiers stepped forward, both offering quick, sharp salutes. One spoke in a low, weary voice. “Captain, apologies for the delay. The main road’s flooded out. We lost the cart about a mile back—it’s stuck deep. We had to finish the journey on foot.” 

Levi gave a curt nod, his gaze fixed on the figure between them. Levi could only see her hands—pale, trembling slightly. She didn’t move, her posture utterly still, almost as if she were an apparition more than a bride. The cloak’s edges trembled with each tremor from the cold. Levi had to fight the urge to bend lower and see if he could catch a glimpse of her face. 

The priest, seizing the moment, gestured toward the altar. “Well, no use delaying further. Let us proceed.” 

Levi remained still for a beat. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor as he approached the altar. But before he could locate her fully, the priest’s voice rang out, “Bring her forward.” 

He glanced over his shoulder. 

The same MP from before took hold of her arm, pushing her forward with an irritating smirk. “Come on, sweetheart. We don’t have all day.” 

Levi almost stepped in to object; there was no need to shove her around like a rag doll. He shot a deadly glare at the soldier. ‘That’s strike two, asshole.’ 

Perhaps he was too focused on expressing his disapproval to notice at first, but she raised her head slightly, her delicate fingers reaching up to push back her hood, finally revealing her face as she turned toward him. 

Levi froze. ‘Holy shit... maybe I should start choosing blindly.’ His reaction must have been obvious, as he could hear the two soldiers chuckling behind him. 

“Look at how the bastard’s face changed,” one MP muttered, his companion nudging him in an attempt to avoid further reprimand. 

Her hair was styled in a simple half-up, half-down braid, woven with white laces in an attempt to add a touch of glamour. Perhaps it had looked better when it was first done; now, it clung to her head, and the small, loose locks meant to lend an ethereal appearance were now plastered to her damp face. Her eyelashes, soaked from the rain, mimicked the look of mascara—though most of it had already smudged around her eyes. Despite it all, Levi thought she looked gorgeous. 

As the ceremony began, the priest asked, “Are both of you here of your own free will?” It was standard procedure.  

Levi, completely fed up with the situation, glanced at the man in the black robe, ‘You gotta be kidding me,’ he thought. 

“Yeah,” he bit out. 

On the other hand, she muttered as quietly as a mouse, “... yes.” 

As the ceremony resumed, the priest’s voice echoed softly in the empty chapel, only slightly drowned by the relentless rain. Levi stood with his hands stiffly at his sides, listening to the murmured words without taking them in fully, his gaze repeatedly drifting to the shivering figure beside him. 

When the priest finally motioned for the rings, Levi reached into his pocket and pulled out the plain, golden band. His hands were steady as he took hers, but he felt her flinch slightly, the coldness of her skin seeping through his fingers as he held her trembling hand. Her fingers, nearly numb from the chill, barely closed around his. He slipped the ring onto her finger, only to notice it was too large; the band slid loosely over her knuckle. 

If it weren’t for Levi’s ability to keep his composure, he swore anyone else would have either cursed in the middle of this holy place or broken down in tears. It was just one more detail that seemed off-kilter, and he felt his jaw clench. 

‘Come on, just one damn thing has to turn out right.’ 

A brief pause followed, broken only by the priest’s voice. “And now, the witness,” he announced, glancing around the empty space and catching Levi’s eye. Levi cursed inwardly, remembering that Hange had left at his urging. 

‘For fucks sake.’ 

One of the soldiers caught on quickly. With a muttered, “I’ll find someone,” he strode down the aisle, pushing open the chapel doors and stepping into the storm. The silence grew heavy as they waited, the soldier’s footsteps echoing away and leaving only the rain in their place. 

After a few tense moments, the soldier returned, ushering in a grizzled farmer who looked every bit as baffled as he was drenched. The MP walked the man to the altar and said confidently, “Problem solve," 

Second hand embarrassment run through his body as the farmer approached the altar with a respectful nod, casting Levi and the bride a curious look before taking the pen offered to him. With a swift scratch of ink on the paper, the witness line was signed. 

Levi took a quick check on the bride and she seemed completely dissociated. The priest completed the ceremony with a "By the power vested in me by law I, now, pronounce you man and wife." 

He took a loud sigh of relief, at least it was over. Turning to his right to look at her and perhaps attempt to say something for the first time. He even tried to force himself to do a subtle side smile to ease out the situation, much unlike him but he wished with all his heart that he knew how to be outgoing enough to bring some easiness into the situation. 

—A soft, broken sniffle. She lifted her hand to her face, half-covering her expression and lowered her head. Her shoulders trembled just a little, the strands of damp hair falling forward, hiding her face. Her cries began to echo in the chapel. 

Levi’s throat tightened, and he swallowed, a pang of guilt pressing on him. He glanced at the priest, who seemed as serene as ever, his hands hidden inside the long sleeves of his gown. 

With a peaceful smile, the priest offered Levi a reassuring look, seeing his obvious discomfort. “Tears of happiness, I’m sure,” he replied softly. 

Before Levi could even shoot him a deadpan glance, the situation had become so awkward that the youngest cadet tried to lighten the mood by tossing a handful of rice at them. 

“Congrats…” he muttered with the least enthusiasm possible. 

But as the rice landed on her, she began to wipe her face, where most of the grains had stuck to her wet skin. Spitting a little as the water made them cling to her, she cried, “It’s in my eyes,” a small sob escaping her. 

The two cadets froze, glancing at each other before mumbling, “We should get going.” “Yeah,” they muttered, then made a hasty exit. 

Seeing her struggling, Levi quickly realized the problem and pulled out a handkerchief. “Here, wait,” he said, brushing the cloth over her face, then patting her shoulders and hair to clear away the grains of rice. 

When she finally opened her eyes—red either from the tears or the rice—she looked at him. ‘Say something,’ he thought, clenching his teeth against the uncomfortable silence. 

“We should get going; you’re soaked,” Levi finally broke the tension, noticing they were completely alone in the chapel. “Maybe you can take a shower or something.” 

“Is your house close by, sir?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Levi hesitated, feeling strangely at a loss. He lived at headquarters, of course, not in a proper household, but something about her question held an unspoken hope. “Not exactly. I stay at the Scout facility… it’s inside the forest. I was going to rent a cart, but in this weather, it wouldn’t make it through,” he explained. 

She didn’t respond, just stared out at the heavy rain pouring beyond the chapel doors. Her expression made her thoughts clear. ‘Nothing could make this day worse,’ Levi thought with a quiet huff, scratching the back of his head. “Tch.” 

She absently fiddled with the loose ring on her finger, holding it with her other hand to keep it from slipping off. Disappointment and resignation were etched across her face—until she straightened up, surprised, as something heavy draped over her shoulders. 

“There,” Levi said, pulling the green military trench coat snugly over her head. “It’s not much, but at least it’s waterproof. The last thing I need is you catching the flu less than a week into this arrangement.” 

A subtle blush rose to her cheeks, bringing a hint of colour back to her pallid face. She lifted the coat’s collar to her nose, breathing in his scent, which sent an unexpected shiver through her. She pressed her lips together, feeling strangely affected. ‘So strong,’ she thought. Though the arrangement itself felt far from ideal, her body seemed to be very glad. 

“Thank you, sir,” she murmured. 

“Levi,” he corrected her, sounding tired. 

“Huh?” 

“My name is Levi,” he repeated. “If we’re going to do this, let’s at least start by using our names.” 

“Y/N, then.” 

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✩Kinktober - Day 4✩

Theme: Sex tape / double penetration

Pairing: Tim Wright x camgirl!reader x Brian Thomas

CW: NSFW, anal, riding, recording, toy use, f!reader

A/N: Sorry this is so short and late! Writers block is stomping on my brain and turning it into mush. I’m working on day 5 and day 6 tonight, ya girls trying to keep up 😪

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“Are we all set?”

“Yup, just trying to find a good angle.”

Brian continued to adjust the camcorder, moving it a few inches one way or another until he felt it was the right spot.

Tim had just gotten back after running a few errands, buying you all the equipment you needed for your little show. His patience to start the film wavering when he sees you laying on Brian’s bed propped up on your elbows behind you, wearing nothing but a lace bra and a thong.

It’s obvious from how you rub your thighs together while looking at Tim that you’re growing impatient as well, only God knows how long you’ve been sitting here while Brian gets the ‘perfect angle.’

Tim came over to the end of the bed, emptying a plastic bag from an adult toy store. A dildo and a wand vibrator, your eyes growing with desperation. Tim unpacked them for you, setting them neatly by you.

“Alright, you ready?” Brian smirked, looking at you and to Tim. You give him an affirmative nod, the red light on the camera clicking on. “Go on.” Brian smugs, standing behind the camera and palming himself though his jeans.

Your cheeks turn a light shade of red, growing more and more embarrassed yet aroused by the second. You slowly take off your panties, kicking them to the side before undoing your bra. Leaning up to the selection you grab the vibrator first, lying back down and pulling one of the pillows underneath you. Gently you set the head against your clit, pressing the on button.

The vibration is rapid, much more than you had expected. A winced moan escapes your lips, eyes screwing shut as you tilt your head back.

Your first orgasm is already coming on, the knot in your stomach unfamiliar this time. You press the wand down harder, your swollen bud so horribly sensitive as you reach your climax. Your body tenses, your legs shaking vigorously as you squirt onto Brian’s pillow.

You melt into the bed, your high continuing as the vibrator remains on your clit. Your eyes still screwed shut as you feel the dildo forced into you. Quickly you look up, a loud moan of pain and pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Tim stands at the end of the bed, a grin on his face while he watches you take on your second orgasm. He continued to thrust in the dildo, the abnormally lengthy girth abusing your g-spot and pushing you over the edge. You cum, the back to back sensations making you collapse into the sheets, completely helpless and worn out.

Brian takes the toys and sets them aside, giving Tim a nod before both of them begin to undress, Tim coming to the bed first and lying down. His hands firmly grip your hips, setting you on top of him. His cock was already hard, your heat growing wetter at the sight of him pumping it while staring at your almost bare form.

The bed shifts as Brian joins you, positioning himself between you and Tim’s legs, pulling your hips upwards to get your ass to his level. Eagerly he slightly lifted you up, forcing you down on his cock. He wanted to be gentle with you, but he just couldn’t help himself.

He kept his hands on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down repeatedly, his girth stretching you with every trust.

Your tensed as you felt Brian’s finger brush your asshole, begging for entry.

“Relax, hun.” He coos, leaning down and spitting on the hole before slowly putting in two of his fingers.

A sharp moan escapes your lips, but the feeling is euphoric.

He begins to curl his fingers, attempting to stretch you out while Tim continues to pump into you. Brian’s pulls his fingers out, his tip rubbing against your hole. Slowly he pushes it in further and further until he can’t.

“Bri-Brian it’s too much-“ Your words a babble as he starts to thrust into your tight hole, both of them pounding into you one after the other, no longer considering how rough they have gotten with their pace.

Your speed of riding Tim grew more and more sloppy, your third climax coming to a close. Your head is fuzzy, a ring echoing in your ears as both of them continue to fuck you, despite the fact that your body had gone limp and completely given out.

Tim was the first to cum, fucking into you harder and harder until his warm seed flooded into you. Finally he lets go of your hips, Brian’s high coming next. His thrusts grew more and more ragged, jolting in and out of you before filling your other hole.

All three of you panted, dog piled on top of each other. Brian got off, deeply breathing as he went to the cam corder and flicked it off.

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Early Morning - C.S

Soft dom!Chris, “ma” & “mamas”, reader and Chris are dating

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Rolling over as Chris’ alarm goes off, him refusing to do it himself I turn it off and roll back over to face him.

“Chris come on, you know you have that meeting this morning. Nick will kill you if you make them late” I say playing with his hair.

He grumbles into his pillow before opening his eyes and mumbling out, “Five more minutes, keep playing with my hair it feels so nice”

I roll my eyes but let him fall back asleep for the five minutes he asked for before waking him up again.

“Alright pretty boy times up” I tell him.

In response he pulls me closer to him, my back now against his chest. Only wearing one of his shirts and a thong I immediately can tell he’s hard - as he is every morning. I feel him slowly grind his hips against my ass as he places gentle kisses on my neck.

“Chris we don’t have time for this” I reply, ignoring the wetness beginning to pool in my panties.

“Come on ma, you know it’ll feel good. Then I’ll get up I promise” He croaks into my ear, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

He continues grinding himself against my ass, but moves his hand to my pussy, a moan slipping from my mouth as I felt his touch.

“See baby you’re so wet for me already” He whispers into my ear. His hand slowly massaging my clit. My face flushing as the small gesture that came with so much please.

“I - fuck Chris” I whimper out, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel his fingers enter me.

The air now thick with desire as he pumps his fingers into me, noticing him slowing down his pace, I whine.

“No don’t slow down”

“I want you to ride me mamas, you look so good on top of me” He smirks.

The words flowing so effortlessly from his mouth only cause me to ache with the want of him more. Turning him onto his back, he removes his boxers before bringing his hand up and tugging on the hem of the shirt I had on, his head nodding upwards signalling for me to take it off. Him immediately reaching for my breasts as I weave our lips together, tugging on his hair as our tongues collided.

My breath hitches as he smacks my ass, “Come on pretty girl, you know we don’t have much time”

I position myself so his dick is in line with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto him, whining as I struggle to take in his size.

“You can take it ma, show me how much of a good girl you are for me” He murmurs out, his eyes clenching shut the further he was inside of me.

Moans flowing from both of our mouths as he’s fully inside me. I begin bouncing on him, almost dizzy from the sensation of him inside of me.

“F-feels so good Chris fuck” I whimper.

“Yeah? You like how I feel deep inside you baby?” He groans back, now thrusting his hips upwards, meeting mine each time I went back down.

“Keep doing that, please” I whine out, my eyes rolling back as I feel his strong gaze on me, watching my every move.

I feel one of his hands leave the side on my waist, crying out in pleasure, my head being thrown back as he begins using him thumb to move circles on my clit. Becoming intoxicated by the sensation.

“Mm look so pretty bouncing on my dick mamas” He grunts, both of us picking up our pace. His hips now hitting mine perfectly, his dick lined up directly with my g-spot only causing me to whimper out his name louder as the knot is my stomach got tighter.

“I love you saying my name like that baby but you gotta stay quiet for me okay?” He says, knowing his brothers could easily hear if I didn’t quiet down.

“I - yeah fuck I’ll be quiet” I whimper, “Please don’t stop Chris I’m so close” My jaw slightly dropping as I felt my climax become closer and closer, while being aware of his dick starting to twitch inside me.

Locking eyes with him, his glazed over with lust as he looked my body up and down.

“Fuck I’m coming, come with me ma, I know you can. Fuck you feel so good” He says, his breath slightly becoming faster as he hits his high.

“Oh my god Chris” I strain out, my pussy pulsating as I come. Feeling nothing but ecstasy flow throughout my body as both of our moans fill the air. Shockwaves of pleasure continuing to flow through us.

With a couple more thrusts of him inside me, I slowly remove myself off of him, his come dripping out of me as I did. A small groan leaving my mouth as I noticed. Looking over at him, sweat on his forehead, his breathing returning back to normal, he takes him thumb and slowly traces my bottom lip with it.

“Such a good girl for me” He mumbles, pulling me close and connecting our lips again, “One more round mama”

Pulling away from him, a groan leaving his mouth as I did, I smile slightly before replying, “I’d love to but I can already hear Nick bitching about how he ‘just knows’ you’re gonna make them late”

“Fuck sakes Nick” He sighs, but doing as he promised and getting out of bed, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before heading over to his closet.

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