#WHAT THE FUUUUCCKK

[bo-katan]

Another four fucking years...

[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ greenlight . . . c.s

in which . . . you finally give chris what he wants

warnings . . . smut, sub!chris, handjob, pet names, teasing, dirty talk.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #14

the moonlight, filtering through the sheer curtains, painted the bedroom in a soft, ethereal glow. you lay sprawled on the silk sheets, your body a sculpted masterpiece of curves and shadows. chris was across from you, stripped bare except for the silk boxers clinging to his sculpted frame, writhed in a tangle of limbs, his body a taut, responsive canvas. his eyes, the color of a bright ocean, were fixed on you. a mixture of desperate longing and raw anticipation were reflected within his gaze. you'd been teasing him for hours, a slow, deliberate dance of desire, your words and touches a calculated symphony of cruelty and pleasure.

your fingers traced the line of his jaw, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. chris moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through the mattress, a tremor of desperate need. "need more.." he whispered, his voice thick with a desperation that only you could satisfy. you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his ear. "not yet, pretty boy.." you purred, your voice a silken caress laced with a hint of cruelty. "tell what you want." chris pressed his lips to your neck, his teeth grazing the skin, a desperate plea for release. "i….want you to take me. take me completely."

you smiled, a predatory glint in your eyes. "beg me." you teased. chris arched his back, his body straining against the sheets, his hips thrusting against yours "i want you inside me, now. i want you so badly…please mama.." you chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver of anticipation through him. “that all you got? pathetic.”

chris groaned, his body shuddering with a mixture of frustration and anticipation. "please mama...i can't take it anymore." his hands, trembling, reached out, grasping at the sheets, desperate to touch you, to feel you. you moved your fingers lower, teasing the sensitive skin around his cock, your touch a tantalizing promise. chris gasped, his body trembling against the sheets. "a little further, please.." he whispered, his voice thick with need.

you traced the line of his sculpted thigh, your fingers lingering just above the waistband of his boxers, teasing his arousal. his eyes, dark and desperate, reflected the flickering lamplight, their depths a mirror to your own desires.

you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his neck, your tongue teasing the sensitive skin. chris arched his back, his hips thrusting against your hand. "more... more..." he whispered, his voice a choked sound. you moved your hand lower, teasing his throbbing arousal, your fingers tracing the hard outline of his cock. his body shuddered, a raw, desperate need pulsating through him. chris groaned, his body a tempest of raw desire. chris groaned, his eyes pleading. "oh—oh my god—“

you leaned in, whispering in his ear, "feel good, yeah?” chris whimpered in response. “makin’ me feel so good baby..”

you gently pulled down his boxers, and there it was, hard and full of anticipation. you knew exactly what to do. You began to work your fingers around chris’s cock, your hand stroking quickly. his body shuddered, and you could feel the heat rising from his skin as he started to moan louder. you led chris through a series of touches, teasing until he couldn't take the build-up anymore and came with a groan. “fuuuucckk sweetheart..”

he released a string of moans and whimpers as he reached his peak, his body arching as he released his seed onto the sheet. chris’s body relaxed, and his eyes, now filled with a desperate longing, were fixed on you. you hummed in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "mmmm..such a good boy.”

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taglist

[askthesawyers]

".... what"

*I say deadpanned. I knew I was in a cannibal house but... really?? One simple rejection and it's over for me?!I panic even more but I hide it behind a nervous smile*

"o-oh come on....we just can't do it right now! Why don't- why don't we go on a date first! That way you can see if you'd even want....to do that.."

*i watch as Lester slowly climbs down the ladder. I hold the pot tighter as I scoot closer to the attic entrance. I really don't want to be left alone with this guy at the moment*

-🐇

*Billy grinned* "oohhh Billy doesn't do dating.. Billy just wants to fuuuucckk!!" *He start to mutter some nasty shit under his breath, then he stood, walking towards you* "Billy will figure what he needs to figure out when he shoves his cock up your pretty hooolleee..~" *Lester came back to the attic empty handed.* "Oi!! Sorry but my friend here is off limits.. why not try yer luck with Nubbins? sure he wouldn't mind!" * Billy's face scrunched into a scowl of sorts and before he could answer back Lester grabbed you and brought u back down safely. Billy followed suit tho- growling* "NUH UH! Billy wants what ya got.. and i'm gonna take it!" "..do you really wanna go down that road, Lenz?" *The two just.. stared at each other-*

[2ndsk8terboy]

I CAN BE A DOG OR A CAT!!! I'LL WALK AROUND ON ALL FOURS IF I NEED TO PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHI-

Heh.. Good joke bro.

What the fuuuucckk

[morceid]

I GOT ROBBED AT GOODWILL

[googledocs]

LITERALLY WHAT IS HAPPENING IN MY LIFE

[crownmystars]

tumblr still won't change my title and it's been a week

[huntressofartemis001]

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuuuucckk

HANK IS ALIVE???!?!?!??!!

[henchthem]

TRANS MANS FIRST BOXERS

[campyvillain]

UNhappy birthday. Aprul fools. #Pranked

whagattgdffffff what the fuuuucckk

[mllechartreux]

Production Team

Summary: You’re an R&B singer looking to take more creative freedom over your music and life. Levi, your producer, helps you with that.

Tags: Singer!Reader x Producer!Levi, Rapper!Eren, Eren is an asshole, GN!Publicist, pining, professional friends to lovers, music industry bullshit, MDNI!smut, fingering, oral(f. receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, tiny mention of mary jane

WC: 4.5k

A/N: Ya’ll, I need my props for this line right here, it’s so fucking Levi, “An asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” I’m copyrighting that expeditiously! Also, don’t be mad at me for making Eren an asshole. Mannnn, I don’t even know how this ended up being so long, fuuuucckk. I also think I fucked up the tenses *sigh* bear with me still working on my writing style. 

Masterlist 

Normally, starting out your day with breakfast wasn’t a problem. In fact, you loved the smell of bacon, eggs and Thai tea in the morning. It made your mouth water, but it also gave you a sense of control in your life that was hard to come by, being a public figure. Oftentimes, being in the limelight, your life is reduced to what everyone else says it is. 

Currently, blogs came out saying you were dating a rapper you met with for copyright reasons. You barely knew the guy, on top of that, you tried to convince the media, many times before, that you weren’t looking for a relationship.  Yet, ever since you had debuted as a mainstream r&b artist, they never stopped asking you about your love life. Like can’t a girl be single, or pining after a man in secret. Either way, the thought of breakfast this morning made you sick, all you were focused on was ignoring the calls from your publicist and getting to the studio. You hoped that working on your new song with your favorite producer would help bring you a moment of peace.

You pulled up to the studio in your dark green Aston Martin, grabbed your white Fendi purse and hopped out of the car. On your way to your producer’s recording studio you passed security and the wall of records. Each time you passed this wall you hoped that yours would be the next platinum record to be hung there. 

You entered his studio optimistically and couldn’t hold back the smile that crept on your face when you saw Levi sitting in his chair, headphones on, slumped over the computer, working. You were consumed with admiration watching how focused and attentive he was. 

It almost didn’t matter that there was a band in the studio this close your time slot.  In his defense, you did arrive 10 mins earlier than your session appointment, but you were still deflated over not having his undivided attention. Slightly irritated, you sat down on the couch behind him, bouncing your leg impatiently. 

15 minutes passed before the band exited the booth and regrouped with Levi. As the band walked out of the studio they offered a short greeting to you causing you to look up from your phone to reciprocate, your eyes staring after them up until the door closed behind them. What you didn’t know was that you were being watched as well. 

Levi marveled at your appearance. You had boho braids in a simple ponytail, a blue cropped tank top showing off your waist beads, belly button piercing and a fairy tattoo along your ribs, paired with tan cargo pants and blue mules. He cleared his throat absentmindedly to bring back his focus, but you snapped your head towards him, looking at him curiously, “You know I would have kicked them out anytime if I knew you were here,” he recovered monotonously. 

You scoffed, rising lazily from your seat on the couch to plop down haphazardly on the swivel chair next to him, “You can’t kick out your clients, don’t be silly.” 

His black eyebrow raised at your statement, pondering the brash way you moved across the room, “I thought I told you before I do as I please, I don’t care if you're a client or an exec.” 

You stared at him unbelievably with your mouth slightly agape, “Levi. Don’t get fired running your mouth.” He rolled his eyes.

“As if, they wouldn’t have a single platinum record coming out of this company if they did that and they know it. Besides, who else would be able to deal with your bratty attitude,” he concluded. He brought a leg to cross over the other and ran his hand through the front of his hair, pushing his bangs back. 

Consciously, you knew what he said was true, but the thought of never working with him is what made you react anyway. 

Slightly taken aback at his observation of your attitude, you leaned back slightly and squinted your eyes playfully, “I’m far from bratty, a perfectionist maybe, but definitely not a diva,” you said matter of factly while pointing at him sassily as if you had a finger gun.

“Oh really, then if it’s not your personality, care to tell me what’s been up your ass lately?” He stares at you. He tried to say, ‘Tell me what’s wrong, I can always tell’, hell he’d been working with you for a year now, but he was never good at using words to show he cared. 

You looked to the side and shifted in your seat to cross your legs, “Everyone is being an ass over this rumor of me dating so and so,” 

He hums and continues, “Do they have it right this time?” 

“No! I haven’t dated anyone since I became mainstream,” You retaliate, throwing your arms up. It kinda hurt that he thought there was anyone you could be interested in, anyone but him. 

His eyes softened but his mind whirled in confusion, why did he feel relieved at that, “Then don’t worry about it, an asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” he scratched the back of his neck, “just leave it all in the booth today,” a blush dusted his cheeks but his eyes never left yours. 

He felt the need to reassure you more but knew there was a line of professionalism he couldn’t cross, at least not while on the clock. 

His ‘shitty’ proverbs always made you laugh, they were so him. With watery eyes, you gave him a look filled with appreciation and understanding, hoping he'd receive your mental messages of gratitude. You stood from your seat, “You’re right. Thanks Levi,” and made your way into the booth. 

You put the headphones on and he told you what track he was going to play, “Let’s work on the ad libs for this one, after that this one is pretty much finished,” you gave him a thumbs up through the glass. Once the music started playing you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat.

“Ok that’s a wrap for today, great job Y/N, I got everything I needed,”

You took the headphones off, eyes still closed while your mind tried to find its way back to reality. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his through the glass before he looked down back at his computer. It was hard to make out his expression.

Levi continued to work on the song as you walked out of the booth and sat beside him. Your perfume wafted towards him, almost unnoticeably it made his eyelids lower and his hands pause from typing. Without looking up from his screen, “So for your album you only have three songs left to work on, but here take a listen to this one,” he took his headphones off and put them over your ears, his hands lingering over them for a moment longer before turning back to the screen.

The song started playing and you listened to yourself sing. It was a song about summer love, sweet, overwhelming, and colorful. It was probably your favorite song on this album. One, because it’s what you thought being with Levi would feel like, but also because it was the only song you had creative freedom over. 

After the song finished you took off the headphones and set them back on the desk, causing him to turn his head towards you, “It’s beautiful, I really like how the bridge fades in,” you muse, “Definitely better than those songs the label commissioned for me,” your lip lifts in disgust.

“Tch, they sent me the demo and I thought they were joking,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m good at what I do but I’m definitely not a miracle worker,” his arms come to cross over his chest. More importantly, he thought you were better than those cheesy, shallow songs. Even if the lyrics weren’t a factor, the songs left no room for you to truly showcase your range and shit did he love to hear your voice. He loved to hear it before all the edits he made, when it was in its raw state. 

“I know, I hate those songs, but capitalism over authenticity, right. It took a lot just for me to get creative freedom over this one,” you lean over to rest your arm on the desk and your head on your arm.

“Explains why this song is by far the best,” he says casually, watching you. 

You look up at him sternly, “Don’t bullshit me Levi,”

He scoffed, “You think I have the capacity to bullshit anyone,”

At that you laugh, “I forget who I’m talking to sometimes, my bad,” holding your hands up feigning surrender before putting your head back on your hand, “I just wish they would let me release more of my music. They’re really trying to pigeonhole me into being yet another oversexualized black woman.” 

Levi looked to the side before tilting his head back looking at the ceiling, “What if… what if I help you?” His heart was pumping thinking about the opportunity to hear more of your music, to see more of you. 

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows pinch together.

He looked back down at you and unfolded his arms, “I mean, what if I help you record your music? We probably can’t release it or anything but at least you’d be able to create it.”

You lifted your head in interest and looked at him unwavering, “You’d do that? For me?”

“Yea, I don’t really see a point in keeping it locked up,” he says matter of factly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squeal, leaping from your seat and wrapping your arms around him. 

Levi was hardly expecting you to be so excited and to inadvertently smother your boobs in his face. He was frozen so he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you back. He felt the heat from your chest on his blushed face. It was embarrassing how that paired with the scent of jasmine and orange blossom coming from you made his dick twitch. 

You abruptly let go of him, “I imagine we won’t have time to do this during my normal sessions so when do you want to start?” Still smiling at him.

“Come back at 7, and the studio is ours for the rest of the night,” he nodded at you tensely.

“Alright bet,” you exclaim walking backwards toward the door, still looking at him adoringly, “and thank you again Levi, I really appreciate this,” your hand reaches to grab the door knob.

“Don’t forget your purse.”

You let go of the door and rushed to the sofa to grab your purse, “I wasn’t forgetting it, just making sure the door worked,” you said almost convincingly. 

“Tch, right,” he grinned. He couldn’t help but find you adorable while you walked out of the studio.

The plan was to drive back to your house, work more on your music while you waited for 7 to roll around. It was a simple, solid plan until you pulled up to your house and saw your publicist and two other people waiting in front of your door. 

As slow and languid as possible you got out of your car, slamming the door shut. They turned to look at you, and your publicist spoke first, “I’ve been calling and texting you all day, we have to talk,” their hand on their hip and hip jutted out.

“I assume you wouldn’t call to listen to me breathe, so no need to point out the obvious,” you walked past them to unlock your door, sparing an annoyed glance when you recognized one of the people as Eren Yeager, the rapper you met with a several days earlier, and the other person you guessed was his manager or something. 

“Shoes off please,” as you walked into your house, leading them down the carpeted hallway filled with pictures of family and friends into the sunken living room with three couches. 

The room was filled with plants and crocheted gifts from friends: pillows, blankets, even stuffed animals. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the nearest couch, you plopped down and relaxed into the cushions, wrapping the blanket around your body, “So what’s up then?”

Everyone found their way onto one of the other two couches that were following the square shape in the floor. Your publicist reached inside their bag for a yellow folder, “As I’m sure you’ve heard, the media believes you and Eren are together, and they love it. Your engagement has skyrocketed and this would be perfect to raise interest for your upcoming album. Of course for Eren-,”

“No,” you start, “I don’t care what it could do for me and I don’t care what it could do for him,” while you didn’t know Eren personally, you saw the scandals he was in. He was a known asshole and he treated his fans like shit, like hell you wanted to be tied to him in any way. 

Manspreading with his arms on his knees Eren leaned forward, “You’re not the artist you think you are sweetheart, you need me. Go ahead and take the deal and if you’re good I might give you something real,” he smirked suggestively. 

“I don’t need shit from you, if anything you’re the one that needs me considering you were caught copying my music. And watch how you speak to me in my house!” you seethed, leaning forward, pointing your finger at him. He laughed, reveling in how he got under your skin. 

Holding their hands up and turning towards you and then to Eren, your publicist chimed in, “Ok ok, let’s be cordial. Y/N, this could be really good for your brand and even better for your album. A power couple like you and Eren could lead to a bunch of awards,” they sympathized with you, clasping their hands together as if praying. 

Your eyes softened, “No, I understand the pros, but no.”

Your publicist looked at Eren and his manager and shrugged, “Then I guess we’re done here,” standing and putting the folder back in their bag, “ I’ll call you tomorrow about your upcoming album photoshoot then.”

You stood with your blanket still around you and led them to your door, “I’ll be waiting then,” your publicist was first to walk out, glancing at you supportively, then Eren’s manager who gave a short ‘nice to meet you’ before scurrying out. Lastly, Eren walked out turning to look you up and down causing your lip to lift in disgust.

His finger curled under your chin, “You know where to find me when you realize you need a man in your life. Call me and I’ll make room for you on my roster.”

You snatched your head away and glared at him as he swaggered out of your house, slamming your door as soon as he was out of the way. 

It’s been over an hour since they left and you were still fuming, so much so, you couldn’t write or finish the sandwich and soup you doordashed from Panera. You were antsy and your adrenaline ran high. On a whim, you picked up your phone and texted Levi, ‘Hey I know we said 7 but can I come early, I just don’t want to be alone right now, I won’t distract you,’ you fidgeted with the beads along your waist, looking at your messages.

Two minutes later, ‘Yea, by the way, you’d be a welcome distraction,”

A bright smile overtook your face at the message. You grabbed your stuff and were out of the house and in your car within 5 minutes. 

You walked into his studio, and up to his chair, squeezing his shoulder to let him know you were here. Before you could pull away he placed his hand on yours and squeezed, giving it a short rub with his thumb. He looked up over his shoulder at you, eyes serious but concerned before turning back to his screen and placing his hand back on the keyboard. The simple act relaxed you more than blunt after a long day. The leather couch groaned when you sat on it as you busied yourself with your phone. 

It wasn’t until the door to the studio closed that you finally looked up from your phone to find Levi staring at you. He felt the urge to come sit by you on the couch but instead settled for, “Come show me what you got.”

You sauntered over, stood before him, and presented your journal. You flipped through the pages, choosing to explain your most recent song and your ideas for the melody. 

Levi listened intensely, feeling the emotions behind your words and actualizing the song in his head so he’d have an idea of where to start. He admired the light behind your eyes and the vibrancy behind your movements as you explained what you wanted to convey. When you finished you looked at him expectantly, vulnerable. 

He could see it all over your body, beckoning him for some form of reassurance, advice, anything, “It’s not your usual song,” he teases, “but I like it, I think I see where you want to go with it,” he adds. 

Internally you let out a sigh of relief before pausing, “Wait, what do you mean it’s not my usual song?” you ask wearily. 

“It’s about unrequited love, your usual songs are about being in love or having something more casual. I’m to use to you singing about about not getting the person,”

he explains. It was hard to believe you even felt the need to write about someone who didn’t reciprocate your affections. Who would be dense enough to not see or outright ignore your advances. 

You scratch the back of your head, you weren’t expecting him to say that, “Yea, well, it’s been weighing on me heavily recently, like you said earlier I should leave it all in the booth right,” you say softly. 

“Not saying that singing doesn’t help but maybe you should talk to the person, if they’re still in your life,” he studied you as you thought over his words. Watching the gears turn in your head as you bit your bottom lip. 

“I see what you’re saying,” you looked down at your hands, rubbing them together before taking a deep breath, “I like you Levi,” you looked back up at him brightly. 

Did he hear you right, was this a joke, a publicity stunt. His entire body froze, he was locked in this moment in time, unsure of what his next move should be. His eyes were widened slightly but he was otherwise unreadable. 

Feeling emboldened, just ready to get your feelings off your chest you continued, “At first it was strictly professional but then I really started to admire your work. I really like the way you understood me through my music, it’s almost like I never have to say much for you to understand where I’m at. I’m know I’m saying a lot right now and if you’re uncomfortable or  need me to leave-,”

He cut you off, putting a hand on your cheek and shaking his head, “No don’t leave,” he coughed into his other hand, “I- I’ve felt the same way about you since I’ve met you,” his heart was beating out of his chest but he moved his hand to truly cup the side of your face, eyes looking at you peacefully despite the anxiety.

You cover his hand with yours, “Really?” still unsure if he felt the same way.

Sensing your state, Levi pulled your chair closer to his, slotting your legs in between his, “Really. I know I didn’t say anything sooner, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” 

You nod, feeling your heart swell.  You wet your lips and glance at his before meeting his steely gaze. He closes the distance between you two, using his hand to bring your head closer, placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips before pulling back to stare at you open mouthed. You push back into the kiss, locking your hand behind his neck. The kiss is openmouthed, slow, and filled with all the unsaid words he needed to express to you. 

Levi bites your bottom lip and drags his tongue along the length of yours, twirling it and mapping the inside of your mouth. You grip the strands of his hair and bring your legs up and over to rest on top of his thighs. He worms his hands under your thighs to stand up, bringing you with him. Instinctively, your thighs wrap around his waist still kissing him. Without opening his eyes he walks over to the couch placing you down to lean over you. 

You break the kiss to gasp for air, choosing instead to grab his face and pepper him with quick kisses all over his face. He hums sweetly, squeezing your hips and relishing in the warmth of your body before pulling back to look at you, “Do you want to do this? We could stop here,” tone serious but his gaze was fervent. 

Eyelids heavy you say, “I want this Levi, I want you,” 

He went to kiss your neck, licking and sucking in the places that caused you to whine and squirm the most. Being underneath him was too much and you couldn’t help but grind your hips up onto his bulge, moaning at his hardness and causing him to gasp into your neck. He pulled your hips to meet his, helping you as he trailed kisses down your neck to your chest, savoring the sweet taste of your body. 

You lift your shirt off, throwing it, completely forgotten, allowing him to trail wet open mouthed kisses while working to unclasp your bra. It unhooks and he slides it down your arms, letting it fall to ground before fondling both of your breasts, eyes staring at you earnestly. He leans down to lick your nipple, pulling the sweetest mewl from you, encouraging him to put your entire nipple in his mouth and tease it, interchanging between nipping, licking, and sucking. 

Your eyes flutter closed and you rest your hands in his hair letting out sighs of pleasure, “Please Levi I need more,”

He releases your nipple with a pop, “Like I said, just like a brat to be ungrateful,” he mocks, “but since you asked so nicely.”

He removed your pants, underwear following. Feeling exposed, you help him strip down to just his underwear, his erection stretching them to the max and precum creating a dark stain. He climbs back on top of you, resuming his taste test down to your navel then going to bruise your thighs with lovebites, watching you writhe and yelp. 

Pushing your legs up so your knees were to your side, he finally gave you what you wanted and licked a long strip from your entrance to your clit, stopping there to flick his tongue against the nub, listening to you moan his name softly, your voice so smooth and melodic. 

He speeds up, changing the rhythm, savoring the taste of your sweet, tangy, juices gushing out, “I’d wait years if it meant getting to taste you,” he groans into you, eyes closing in bliss, ravishing you like it was the first meal he had in days. 

You moan loudly, grabbing his head encouraging him to keep his rhythm, “Fuck Levi, don’t stop.”

Face coated in your slick, he brings up his two fingers to tease your entrance before slipping in, “Wasn’t going to brat,” sending vibrations through your body.

You shuddered and moaned breathlessly when he found the sweet spot, your hole convulsing around his fingers, pushing you towards your peak. Your back arched and you pushed your hips into his face, fiery white rushing through your body. 

His free hand rubbed your hip as he cleaned up your cum causing you to whimper from sensitivity. You took his fingers in your mouth, loving the taste of yourself on him before slipping them out. 

He pulled away from you, wiping his face with the back of his hand before sliding his underwear down and lining up with your entrance. He stares at you lustfully, cradling your head in his arms, watching your reaction as his dick slips inside, stretching you to a pleasurable fullness. He pulls back out slowly cursing when he notices you watching his dick fill your cunt. He continues with a slow pace, getting hotter when he notices your creamy arousal coating his dick and pooling at its base. 

He lifts your legs up, putting them over his shoulders, folding you in half and causing your walls to flutter and squeeze him from the depth of the new angle. He smirks and grunts in response, quickening his pace, drinking in your moans and the way you can’t help but to suck him back in, “Damn Y/N.”

Blood shoots straight to your cunt and you beg him to go harder, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingernails scratching his undercut. 

He loops his arm under your shoulder, holding on to it as he pistons into you at a brutal pace. His face contorts and sweat drips down his forehead as he concentrated on trying to make you climax. His hand goes down between you to rub your slippery clit in tantalizing circles. 

You moan loudly, only capable of repeating his name mindlessly as the pressure in your stomach builds, “Levi-I’m- I’m-.”

“I know, go ahead sweet girl.” 

You come undone, velvety walls crushing him, leaving a trail of frothy white cum covering his pelvis as you contract underneath him. You bring him in for a sloppy kiss, whining into his mouth as he chases his own end, deliciously overstimulating you. His rhythm stutters and he groans into your mouth. You move your hips to meet his thrusts, beckoning him. He moans your name as he explodes inside you, warm cum shooting into you, filling you up. 

You break the kiss, look at him and smile, mouth parted breathlessly. He falls on your chest and looks up at you with loving eyes as his hand reaches for your face to caress it. 

“Now what am I supposed to tell the public?” you ask lightheartedly, stroking his hair as he rests his face on your boobs.

He chuckles, “All you need to do is confirm the allegations when I come out saying you’re mine,” kissing your sternum.

[aangarchy]

I HAVE DECEASED

I saw a lot of good casting options passing by for the live action already, but guys, we forgot one very important casting option:

I will only

ONLY

accept Nicholas Cage as Toph’s dad.

[superworldunkown]

Earn your Stripes

Yo, its been a (checks watch) minute, since I’ve posted so welcome to my, here’s a post and I disappear until the last leaf of summer drops from the trees. Hope everyone is safe and well.

Summary: We earn our scars in different ways, no matter the method, Bakugou finds yours both beautiful and worthy of recognition. Per usual Bakugou X BlackFem! Reader (because melanin) 

‘Fuuuucckk....’ You were really trying hard not to swear. You knew it was going to be a hard habit to kick, but when the burning pain shoots through your body when you’re simply trying to put your pajamas...c’mon! This shit sucks. In fact, screw it, you’re sleeping in your undergarments and a robe again. 

Letting your shorts drop to the floor and reaching for your robe you stood in the bathroom mirror, examining your broken, but present form. Your eyes were sunken in, your once glowing dark skin was both dried and lackluster, and at the base of your abdomen, there it was. 

The Scar. 

Stretching horizontally across your frame, still swollen and inflamed. The flesh around it where your body once was controlled and firm, now sagging in defeat.  You gingerly ran your fingers across the divot of skin, hissing where you you could feel that burning pain, and pondering the sensation on places where you could not. 

You wondered what it would look like once it healed; could feel down there again? Could you hide it? How long until you can put pants on without wanting to rip the clothing in half?!

“Hey...” 

You knew that gravely voice followed by a gentle knock. Quickly you wrapped your robe across your stomach only to yelp in pain as the fabric brushed too harshly against your skin. buttery soft feel your ass, this robe was a lie!

Suddenly the door swung open and Katsuki appeared right in front of you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your shoulder. His eyes, despite their own fatigue were lazar focused on you, scanning every inch of you in a matter of seconds - “What happened?” 

“Nothing.” You shushed him while turning your head to face the mirror, dragging your cheek along his fingertips as you turned, “...Wardrobe malfunction.” 

“So you’re...alright?” He asked, voice much calmer. 

You smirked, now staring at the elephant, or should you say, giant scar in the room, “Thats a loaded question...I look disgusting.”

“The fuck you dont!” Your partners voice shook you out of your self invited pity party. “Why the hell would you say that?”

Was he...serious? You turned to face him, pushing your robe back and letting the scar grace every watt of light in the bathroom, “This, look at this.” 

Katsuki’s red eyes stared at you as if he was drinking every bit of you in as if he was seriously looking for the ‘this’ as if it wasn’t silently screaming at him from your abdomen. Finally he put two and two together. For someone so observant he always did have a bit of trouble reading social cues. But, you loved him for it none the less. 

“You’re really worried about that?” His question had a bit of astonishment to it, “After what just happened?” 

Now you’re questioning everything. Your body turned inward a bit, “Well...yeah? It’s not like the badge of honor scars you get from hero work.” You gestured to the star like mark that graced his bare chest, he saved his best friend that day. “This is different.” 

Katsuki let out a frustrated exhale. His hands drew themselves back up to your body to latch on to your elbows, this time with a bit of firmness as to keep you from both physically and mentally wandering away from what he uttered next, “I know that stupid book you gave me to read said I can’t swear er whatever but you’re sounding fucking crazy right now.” He cut you off before you could even think of disagreeing with him, “You got that badass scar because you did something that I could never do. That scar doesn’t make you a hero, but it makes you a mom. So get your head out of your ass and be proud of yourself....and stop bending over and walkin’ up and down the damn stairs all the time. You need something you ask me, got it?” 

To save yourself from bursting in to tears you leaned into his strong frame, finding comfort against his chest, “Thank you. You’re...I don't know what I’d be without you.” 

“Heh.” He chuckled while equally basking in the glow of your touch and the smell of the curls that his chin rested upon, “Not nearly as interesting, that’s for sure.” For the sake of his kind words earlier, you let his egotistical rebuttal go for the time being. 

  You didn’t know how long the two of your stood in each other's embrace, but it was only a matter of time before the distant wails of your little one brought you both slowly back to the reality of parenthood.

“Go lie down, would ya.” your husband ordered softly, “I got the little gremlin.” 

“Kiara.” You smirked, “Our daughter’s name is Kiara.” 

AN: Sending much love to my C-Section Parents out there. You the real MVPs <3

[mypoisonedvine]

How about some dark or soft!dark Ransom and an innocence/corruption kink? 👀💦🥴😘

I love your mind.  this is about to get nasty af so watch out for dark ransom dub con below!!

“And you’re sure this is normal for maids to do?” you asked nervously, blinking up at him from where you were kneeling on the plush rug.

“Absolutely, all my maids do this for me,” he agreed quickly, but his smile was more concerning than convincing.

Still, you didn’t really have a choice; you needed this job and Ransom was overall a great boss... he paid you much too well and always talked with you while you cleaned.  Most of the time you were just on your hands and knees scrubbing the floors while he watched you from the couch.  

He even gave you your own uniform!  It was a little small for you but hey, it was free.

“Now take it out,” he instructed firmly, and you reached up to his belt to start opening it.  You had heard about this before, about oral sex that is, but you hadn’t realized it was a traditional maid task.  You just hoped you wouldn’t be so bad at it that he’d fired you. 

You choked on your breath as you felt his manhood inside his underwear, and you could hardly imagine how it was going to fit in your mouth all at once.

“Don’t be scared honey, it’s a little big but I’m gonna help you take it,” he promised, making you feel quite a bit better right away.

He rubbed this thumb over your lip and you opened your mouth, guiding the tip of his cock to your tongue.  It didn’t taste like much of anything so you opened your jaw wider and took the tip into your mouth.

“Good, now just suck like a popsicle,” he encouraged, groaning slightly when you did.  “That’s it, you’re doing so good.”

The praise made your heart soar, and so you kept going and took it a little bit deeper.  He suddenly grabbed your face and pushed so deep that you started to choke, and you worried that meant you were doing it wrong but the moan he made sure gave the impression that he liked it.  You went limp and did your best to breathe when you could, your eyes starting to water a bit when he hit the back of your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good... your mouth feels so good, honey,” he groaned.  He finally gave you a break and you gasped for air, looking up at him expectantly.

“Am I doing it right, Mr. Drysdale?” you asked quickly, smiling when he nodded approvingly.

He helped you get back to it and guided your hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t reach, his noises getting louder and making warmth tingle between your legs with every deep moan.  You’d never been so aroused before and you felt a little embarrassed for enjoying your work this much.  

“I’m close,” he breathed, but you weren’t sure what he meant.  Close to what? you wondered, but with your mouth full you couldn’t ask.  “When I come you need to swallow it all, okay?  Swallow every fuckin’ drop.”

You nodded as best you could as he began to move faster, and you did your best to suck and stroke in time with the way his length began to flex and swell.

At first you thought you were drooling but you realized it was his come, filling your mouth and beginning to run down your chin.  Your eyes fluttered shut and you savored the taste of him-- it wasn’t as bad as people said it was sometimes.

“Fuuuucckk,” he sighed, slowing down as you started to swallow what was in your mouth.  You suckled on the tip to try to get more out but he shuddered a little and pulled out, watching as you wiped up what was on your face and licked it off your fingers.  

“Did I do good?” you asked, fingers still in your mouth.

“Yeah, really good,” he sighed.  “So good that you just got a promotion: stand up and bend over.”

[johnnycrass]

also totally money oriented ppl they scare the fuuuucckk out of me. not money oriented as in "i have to watch what i spend so i can pay bills" but money oriented as in "i will never have enough money despite already making a crazy amount every year"

[bluefuckboy]

I am 10 years older than one of them

When you’re the oldest person at your temp job