#all i do is guide them back to play over and over and over again

[girlyrafe]

──── ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ .ᐟ

ᡣ𐭩 ❝ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ¡ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⟡ ݁₊ ❞

⌗ with chris sturniolo .ᐟ.ᐟ

ᝰ summary .ᐟ Valentine’s Day always feels like it belongs to someone else—until Chris changes that. A knock, a bouquet, a note that makes your heart race. And then, his voice, warm and certain—“Fifteen minutes, sweetheart.”

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Valentine’s Day never really feels like it's meant for you. It always seems like a day for people who have someone—who are wanted, adored, and loved in that special way. Sure, your friends send sweet texts, and your mom never forgets to wish you a Happy Valentine’s, but it’s not the same. It’s not the kind that makes your heart race or feel special in that way.

So, you spend most of the day trying to ignore it, scrolling past pictures of flowers and fancy dinners, pretending it doesn’t bother you. But deep down, it does. You don’t want to admit it, but part of you wishes someone would think of you like that.

You’re curled up in bed when you hear the knock. Moving slowly, still wrapped in your oversized hoodie, you shuffle to the door, rubbing your tired eyes. And then you see it.

A bouquet. The most beautiful one you’ve ever seen—roses, daisies, and tiny wildflowers carefully arranged. It looks delicate, thoughtful, and completely overwhelming. Your fingers tremble as you reach for the small card tucked inside.

For my sweetheart.

Your heart skips a beat.

Chris.

You stand there for what feels like forever, staring at the flowers, at the note, at the proof that he thought of you today. That he wants to make you feel special. And you do. More than you ever have before.

Back in bed, still holding the bouquet close, your phone buzzes. Without thinking, you answer.

Chris.

And he looks good. Hood up, chain catching the light, that lazy smirk playing on his lips as he adjusts his phone.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

You duck your face into your sleeve, already feeling warm. “Hey.”

His grin deepens. “Did you get my flowers?”

Your stomach flips. “Yeah, I did.” You glance at them beside you, soft petals brushing against your pillow. “They’re beautiful, Chris. You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” His voice is softer now. “Didn’t like the thought of you spending today without knowing how loved you are.”

Your throat tightens, eyes stinging just a little. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Gotta be,” he murmurs, watching you closely, “you’re my girl, well you know.”

Your breath hitches.

Before you can even process it, before you can overthink, he’s already speaking again. “I’m coming over, by the way. Can’t have my Valentine all curled up and sad in bed. That’s actually criminal.”

You let out a soft laugh, heart fluttering, warmth spreading through your chest. “You don’t have to.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I do. Need to see you all happy ‘n’ pretty in person. Fifteen minutes, sweetheart.”

And just like that, he hangs up, leaving you smiling like an idiot, cheeks burning, heart completely, utterly his.

The knock on your door comes just as the weight of the evening starts pressing in, thick and unmoving, settling into the hollows of your ribs. It’s soft, unhurried—three taps, slow and deliberate. You know who it is before you even check.  

When you pull the door open, Chris is already reaching for you, fingers hooking around your wrist with an easy kind of certainty, like he’s done this a hundred times before, like he already knows you’ll follow. His hood is up, casting shadows over his sharp features, and the chain around his neck catches the dim porch light as he tilts his head, assessing you.   

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and sweet, roughened at the edges.  

You barely have time to slip on your shoes before he’s pulling you forward, guiding you into the cool night air with that effortless pull of his. The sky stretches wide and endless above you, deep navy and scattered stars, the wind crisp against your flushed cheeks.  

“Chris,” you start, but he cuts you off with a quiet scoff, shaking his head as he tugs you toward his car.  

“I’m not about to let my Valentine just lie there in bed, all sad and mopey,” he says casually. “That’s straight-up illegal.”

You don’t argue, not really. Not when he’s looking at you like that—fond, teasing, something softer lingering beneath it. You let him open the passenger door for you, let him wait until you’re settled before he shuts it gently, the sound a quiet click in the stillness of the street.  

Inside, the world shrinks to just the two of you, the cabin of his car wrapped in familiar warmth. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air—something clean and musky, tinged with the faintest trace of smoke. You tuck your legs beneath you as Chris settles into the driver’s seat, exhaling a slow breath before reaching into his hoodie pocket.  

The flick of his lighter illuminates his face briefly, flickering gold as he lights the joint, the flame catching on the curve of his jaw, the soft dip beneath his bottom lip. When he inhales, his lashes lower, eyes dark and unreadable, the ember at the tip burning steady.  

He exhales slowly, gaze flickering to you through the curling haze. “You okay, ma?”  

You nod, watching the way his fingers turn the joint absently, the silver rings glinting against his skin. He always asks, even though he knows you don’t mind, even though you’ve never once complained about the scent of him, about the way the smoke curls around his face like it belongs there.  

Chris hums, dragging his thumb across his lip. “You’re quiet tonight.”  

You shrug, fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve. “Just thinking.”  

He glances at you, something thoughtful in the way he watches you. Then, as if making a decision, he flicks the joint out the window and shifts to face you fully, one knee bending up onto the seat.  

“Alright,” he says, lips twitching. “Enough of that sad, quiet stuff. I want giggles.”  

You blink. “Chris—”  

He holds up a finger, brows raising. “Shh. I’m working.”  

You roll your eyes, but he’s already rubbing his hands together like he’s plotting something ridiculous. The faint glow from the dashboard casts his features in soft light, makes his blue eyes shine even brighter as he grins at you.  

“Knock-knock.”  

A sigh, but you can’t stop the way your lips threaten to curl. “Chris.”  

“Knock-knock,” he insists, nudging your knee with his own.  

You exhale, playing along. “Who’s there?”  

“Olive.”  

Your brows pull together. “Olive who?”  

Chris smirks, eyes twinkling. “Olive you, sweetheart.”  

It’s stupid. So incredibly, ridiculously stupid. But warmth unfurls in your chest before you can stop it, bubbling up into a soft, startled laugh, slipping past your lips despite yourself.  

Chris leans back, triumphant, watching you with that quiet sort of pride—the kind that makes your stomach flip, makes your heart ache in a way that’s both sweet and unbearable.   

“There she is,” he murmurs, almost to himself.  

Your laughter fades into something softer, something more fragile. He’s still watching you, gaze slow and steady, like he’s taking his time memorising you—every little shift of your expression, the way your lashes brush your cheeks when you glance down, the way your fingers toy with the hem of your hoodie when you’re feeling shy.  

His knuckles brush against your knee, barely there, but enough to make you freeze. His touch is light, easy, like it’s second nature, like he just needs to feel you close.  

“You’re real pretty when you laugh,” he says, voice low and warm, something almost reverent in the way he says it. “Gotta make sure I hear it more often.”  

Outside, the world stretches quiet and vast beyond the windshield—soft city lights flickering in the distance, the sky endless above. But inside the car, it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in something weightless, something delicate, something unspoken.  

And Chris is looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at.

Before you know it, you're cozied up in the passenger seat, the warmth of his presence surrounding you, as you gaze out at the city lights below, a smile tugging at your lips.

but Chris Sturniolo is nervous.

Which means something is seriously wrong.  

Chris—the same Chris who can sweet-talk his way out of trouble, who never second-guesses himself, who somehow always lands on his feet—is shifting in the driver’s seat like he’s got a storm raging inside him. His fingers drum anxiously against the steering wheel, and his jaw is clenched just enough for you to notice.  

The car hums beneath you, parked at the very edge of the cliff, overlooking the sprawling city below. It glitters like a sea of tiny constellations, golden and endless, stretching into the horizon. Normally, you’d be taking it all in, leaning against the window with a dreamy sigh, watching the headlights flicker like fireflies in the night.  

But right now?  

Right now, all you can look at is him.  

Chris never fidgets. Chris never hesitates. Chris never looks like this—like he’s fighting against something he really doesn’t want to say.  

Your heartbeat stirs.  

"Chris?" Your voice is gentle, curious, like you’re afraid pushing too hard will spook him.  

He takes a deep breath, but it doesn’t settle him. If anything, his knee starts bouncing faster. His hands flex on the wheel before he lets go entirely, pressing them against his thighs like he needs to ground himself.  

"Give me a sec."

That’s when you see it.  

The small pink bag in his lap.  

Chris Sturniolo, your best friend, the least gift-giving person you’ve ever met, has a gift bag.  

And suddenly, everything makes sense. The nerves. The shifting. The way he’s acting like the air in the car is suffocating him.  

Your lips part slightly.  

"Chris, what—?"

Before you can finish, he thrusts the bag toward you, eyes trained stubbornly out the window.  

"Here. Whatever. It’s stupid, don’t make it a thing."

And God, your chest aches.  

Because it’s not stupid. It’s not stupid at all.

You take the bag carefully, reverently, like it might disappear if you move too fast. The soft handles press into your palms as you peek inside, and—  

Your heart stops.  

The first thing you see is a tiny pastel box, sealed with a mystery label. Sonny Angels.  

You gasp.  

Your head snaps up to him, eyes wide and sparkling, but he’s still looking anywhere but at you.  

"You’re probably into that shit, uh, right?" he mutters, trying to sound casual.  

Like he doesn’t know that for a fact.  

Like he hasn’t watched you scroll through endless listings online, practically vibrating with excitement over each new release. Like he hasn’t heard you talk about them a million times, seen the way your face lights up at the idea of opening a new one, even though they’re random.  

Your fingers tremble slightly as you set the box down beside you, reaching into the bag again.  

Your fingertips brush against something smooth, something heavy, something—  

Leather-bound.

You pull it out slowly. A journal. Not just any journal—a deep red, gorgeously embossed, gold-edged one that looks like it belongs in an old library, tucked away between poetry collections and handwritten love letters.  

You swallow hard, blinking quickly against the warmth rising in your chest.  

Chris shifts, rubbing his jaw. "You’re always writing shit down, so—"

Your breath catches.  

You don’t even have time to process that before your fingers find the next thing—light pink bottles, familiar in shape. You lift them out and—  

Victoria’s Secret body spray and lotion. Your favourite scent.

Chris groans, throwing his head back against the headrest. "Worst experience of my life going in there. Did not fit in. Even tried to get Matt to do it for me, but he bailed like a little bitch."

And that’s it—that breaks you.  

You can see it so clearly—Chris standing in the middle of a Victoria’s Secret, looking deeply out of place, surrounded by pink lace and satin, trying to act like he totally belonged there while sales associates side-eyed him.  

You can’t help it—you giggle, the sound soft and so full of affection.  

And then you reach in again.  

Deep red nail polish. The exact shade you always wear, and now it makes sense when you were getting ready in your bathroom a couple of weeks ago, Chris was in there with you yapping and basically being a child that needs constant entertainment. Seriously, this man was picking up all your stuff and pulling faces. But what you didn't realise was that he rummaged through your nail polish and saw your favourite dark red polish was coming to an end, so he sneakily took a quick photo of it to maybe—maybe—get you a top-up as a gift because he knew he’d forget after he'd had a joint the second he got out of your room, so yeah.

A lip gloss. Perfectly chosen, like he somehow knew exactly what color would suit you best.  

And then—  

Your breath hitches.  

Snoopy socks?

Your fingers brush over the soft fabric, the tiny little Snoopy pattern scattered across them.  

Chris clears his throat, a little gruff. "Uh-huh. Think I was high. Or found them funny and thought of you."

That’s what makes your throat tighten, your heart swell until you think it might burst.  

Because this? This isn’t some random, thoughtless gift bag.  

This is you.  

Every single thing inside—every detail—is something so deeply you.  

Things you’ve never even told him you wanted, but things he somehow knew. He noticed. He remembered. And then he went out and got all of it.  

For you.

Your eyes sting. The gift bag shakes slightly in your grip.  

And before you can stop yourself—  

You launch yourself at him.  

You don’t even think. You just move. You throw your arms around his middle, press your face into the warmth of his hoodie, hold onto him like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

And Chris—Chris stiffens

Like he wasn’t expecting it, like it startles him.  

But then—  

Then he melts.  

His arms wrap around you, warm and solid, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades, the other curving against the back of your head. His fingers curl *just slightly* into your hair, grounding you, holding you closer.  

"Chris—Chris, I love everything. I don’t even know how to thank you—"

His grip tightens. His voice is rough, slightly muffled against your hair.  

"Yeah, yeah. Told you not to make a big deal out of it."

You pull back slightly, just enough to see his face—  

And you nearly laugh.  

Because Chris Sturniolo is blushing.  

His ears are pink. His cheeks are pink.  

Chris—the king of always being cool, the king of never losing his composure—is sitting here, looking at you, blushing.  

And it’s—God, it’s so endearing.  

Your lips curve, eyes way too bright. "Oh, I am making a big deal out of it." 

Chris groans, tipping his head back against the seat, but—  

He’s smiling.  

Trying so hard not to, but failing.  

And then—  

His gaze flickers back to you. Something unreadable crosses his expression. And he mutters, so quiet, like he doesn’t mean for you to hear—  

"Yeah, well. You mean a lot."

Your breath catches.  

The city below blurs into nothing. The air in the car shifts—thicker, heavier, buzzing with something weightless and fragile all at once.  

And Chris?  

Chris is looking at you like he’s just now realizing how deep he’s in this.

ᝰ Avery yaps .ᐟ So it's just a little long, but umm, I got carried away, but I guess I don't mind at all because I'm super happy with this for them, and I really hope you enjoyed this. Find more of my valentine series here. This is probably one of my favourite things I’ll ever write. I love it so much please interact.

©GIRLYRAFE

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 21

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 21

Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all sit on the patio of the beach house, drinking some lemonade as they wait for their other three mates to get home knowing they shouldn’t be too much longer. They plan on going to a nice restaurant for dinner as it’s their last night on the island. Chan having made the reservations when Felix and Jisung first brought up the trip. Then afterwards, Hyunjin requested to have a big sleepover in the living room.

“I’m telling you, he was cheating.” Felix hits his hand on the table of the patio furniture.

“You always say that, Lix.” Seungmin laughs as the omega talks about what happened when he was playing Genshin Impact that morning.

“He had to be.” He whines. “There’s no way he had…”

Hyunjin turns to him confused as to why he stopped talking when he notices Felix looks scared. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Channie?” The omega whimpers, having felt a wave of fear come through his bond with Y/n.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” Already on his phone before holding it to his ear and waits a few moments before groaning. “She’s not answering.”

“What’s going on?” Jeongin asks, looking at them concerned.

“A strong feeling of fear just came though Y/n’s bond with us.” Minho growls now holding his phone to his ear. “Jisungs not answering.”

“Damn it! Neither is Changbin.” Chan sighs before standing up. “Come on Min, they’re just down the street at the garden. We’ll track their phones for their exact location when we get there. I’ll take the truck, you take the car.” 

“We’re coming too.” Hyunjin stands up quickly starting to follow and the other three do too. 

“Guys, we don’t know what's going on right now.” Minho tries to reason with them once they’re all back in the house, putting on shoes and grabbing keys. 

“If Y/n is so scared you’re feeling it through your bonds with her, then somethings seriously wrong.” Jeongin argues.

“We’re coming.” Seungmin stands in front of the door so the alphas can’t leave without them.

“Please.” Felix whispers with puppy dog eyes. 

“God, you pups are so stubborn.” Chan groans when they all feel a rush of anger from Changbin’s bond and they realize it might be worse than anticipated. “Fine, you can come but you are going to listen to me.” He points at Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin as they start walking out of the house towards the vehicles. “You three are to stay out of the way. Depending on what's going on I’m gonna need you to calm Y/n down and possibly even Jisung. Don’t try and do anything until we get them to you.” 

Felix and Hyunjin get into the truck with Chan as Jeongin and Seungmin get in the car with Minho. They drive quickly to the nearby park and garden that isn’t even a five minute drive from the house. Seungmin already had the locations of their phones brought up on his once they all parked and got out. 

“They're by the pavilions.”

They jog that way and just as the gazebos are in view they see their mates when an older alpha slaps Y/n before trying to grab her again causing her to back away in fear then trip and fall. 

“Y/n.” The betas and Felix yell and gasp.

“Motherfucker.” Minho growls before running with Jeongin and Chan right behind him, sirens are now heard in the background. 

“Don’t touch her.” Chan yells when the older beta woman tries to touch Y/n who is still trying to get away, scrambling backwards in the grass. 

Changbin has the older male alpha by the collar of his shirt as he threatens him. Chan rushing to his aid as Minho goes to Y/n and Jeongin goes to Jisung. 

“Jisungie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just shaken up.” The beta nods, not looking at Jeongin but around them at Chan and Changbin yelling at the man, and Minho crouching in front of Y/n on the ground.

“Go to the others, we’ll bring Y/n over to you guys in a moment.” Jeongin guides him in the direction of the other three who are standing by watching, nervous. 

Jeongin looks around the area, noticing a lot of people have gathered, watching, one of them must have been who called the cops as he can hear the sirens has reached the parking lot and can see the flashing red and blue lights in the distance. He then goes over to Minho and Y/n, glaring at the woman who stands by even after Minho told her to go away. 

“Y/n, I need you to try and follow my breathing baby, look at me.” Minho tries talking to their omega but she’s freaking out too much, looking everywhere but at him as tears stream down her cheeks, her hands clenched so tightly in fists that her nails break the skins of her palms as the youngest alpha comes up to them. “She’s having an anxiety attack, there's too much going on around her for her to focus on me and calm down. She’s not even reacting to my pheromones.” 

“Jagiya, it’s Innie. I need you to look at us.” He tries also releasing calming pheromones hoping both of theirs would help her better but she’s acting as if they aren’t even there. “Her anxiety pills are at the house aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but even if we did have them I don’t think she’d be able to take them right now. Let’s get her to the betas and away from this.” Minho decides and moves to scoop her into his arms which causes her to flinch away and freak out, moving so much in his arm. “It’s okay kitten, it’s just me.”

He tucks her face into his neck which causes her to stop trying to get out of his arms but instead cling to him as he walks her to the rest of the pack. 

“Hey, you can’t just take my granddaughter.” The woman yells. 

“Shut up.” Jeongin yells at her before going over to Chan and Changbin who are still having a heated conversation with the older alpha but Changbin is no longer clutching his shirt.

“Oh, my sunshine.” Felix holds his arms out moving away from Jisung who he was holding before.

Minho gives Y/n to Felix who whimpers once she’s in her fellow omega’s embrace. Hyunjin now holding a tearful Jisung as the alpha moves to them once the omegas are settled on the grass with Seungmin watching over them.

“You okay baby?” He places his hand in the betas hair as he leans against Hyunjins chest. 

“I am now that she’s away from them.” Jisung wipes his tears as he looks at Y/n. “I seriously thought they were gonna take her from us.” 

“We would never let that happen.” Hyunjin mumbles before kissing the younger's head as he holds him closer to his chest. 

The cops come up to the three alphas still arguing, another cop going to the crowd of witnesses and the last one to the six of them. The last cop gives them a sad look seeing the two who are still shaken up. 

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need to ask the beta and omega who were a part of the situation some questions.” 

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Everything went by in a blur for Y/n. The cops questioned Jisung, Changbin, her grandfather and grandmother and some witnesses who were willing to testify. They then asked the rest of the pack separately about what happened that led them to come here and what happened after they all got to the park. They tried to question Y/n a few times but she was so out of it she didn’t hear them or even really notice them there. All she was aware of was her pack around her as she was constantly passed to someone when another had to answer questions. 

She’s now sitting in the back of an ambulance in Hyunjins lap with Felix and Seungmin on either side of them as a paramedic looks at her wrist, hands and cheek. It’s when the paramedic cleans the wounds on her hands from her breaking the skin with her nails that she finally comes back to reality at the pain letting out a hiss

“It’s okay.” Hyunjin says, something they’ve all been saying to her since they arrived. 

“She didn’t do too much damage when she was clenching her fists, just a few cuts.” The paramedic says as she cleans everything up. “Her wrist and cheek are already bruising though. Warning, the cops may want to take pictures of that for the record. But you guys are welcome to sit here until they say you guys are free to go.”

“Thank you.” Seungmin tells her.

The omega looks around at the scene outside of the ambulance, it’s late afternoon now when it was just after two when her date started with Changbin and Jisung. She sees cops still talking and taking notes with several people, her four alphas and Jisung being a part of that. She then looks next to her to see Felix who’s bouncing his leg. 

She reaches over to him and grabs his hand making him whip his head to look at her before he squeezes her hand. “Hey baby, you with us now?” 

She nods her head, the first time she’s answered anyone since her grandfather hit her, all of them letting out a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll go tell the alphas she’s coherent again.” Seungmin stands up and jogs over to where they’re all still talking to some of the officers. 

“You’re safe, princess.” Hyunjin holds her closer to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Are you okay, do you need anything?” 

She nods before looking over at Felix again and motions her hand that he isn’t holding, to her mouth as if she was drinking something. 

“You need something to drink?” When she nods again he grabs a water bottle next to him the paramedic gave them and opens it before handing it to her. “Here, you cried a lot, need to rehydrate.” 

She takes the bottle with shaky hands and takes a few sips but then she starts to feel nauseous and hands it back to him. 

“Channie hyungs coming over with one of the officers.” Hyunjin tells her. “She’s gonna want to ask you some questions. Can you do that for us?” The beta frowns when she shrugs. “Can you say anything for us?” 

She shakes her head no just as Chan walks up, the officer just behind him, looking relieved to see her answering Hyunjin. 

“Hey, baby girl.” He places his hands on her thighs and rubs soothing circles with his thumbs. “This is officer Park, she has some questions for you, we’ll be right here the whole time.” 

“She’s not talking.” Felix tells them as the rest of the pack comes over. 

“That’s okay, she’s probably still in shock.” Office Park gets closer causing the omega to push herself back against Hyunjins chest more. “Based on what you guys have told us and what some witnesses say, we know that her grandfather grabbed and attacked her first and that Mr. Seo was just trying to protect his mate. But we do have to ask if you are wanting to press charges or file a restraining order against your grandparents?” 

They all look at her before she looks up at Chan unsure. 

“Will she have to see them again if she presses charges?” Felix grabs her still shaking hand already knowing what’s going on in her head. 

“Unfortunately yes she will have to see them in court.” Y/n quickly shakes her head no to pressing charges. “What about a restraining order?” 

She nods her head and so does everyone else. 

“Alright, Mr. Bang I’ll send you everything you’ll need for the restraining order so you can file it when you guys get back to Seoul tomorrow.” 

“Thank you so much officer.” 

“I will need to take some pictures of her bruised cheek and wrist for the report though.” 

Y/n tries to back herself against Hyunjins chest again, not wanting the cop any closer to her. 

“Here, let me take them.” Minho steps up and officer Park hands him the camera for evidence as Chan takes her hand gently to hold up for the pictures. 

Chan then moves her face gently so the pictures can be taken of her cheek before Minho hands the camera back to the cop. “Alright, you guys are good to go.” 

As soon as the cop walks away Y/n looks at Changbin and raises her arms up to him, tears brimming her eyes once again. 

“Come here, pretty girl.” Changbin picks her up from Hyunjin’s lap and holds her close to his chest, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

“Let’s go.” Chan declares. 

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[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Jealous Flower | The Salesman x Wife!Reader

Summary: How the tables have turned.

Warnings: Obsession - Possessive!Couple - Suggestive - Short -

The Salesman was not used to this. But its not like he is not liking it.

Him being pressed against the wall of the ladies bathroom as you kiss and bite his neck with so much need. He knows its going to be red, that your lipstick will leave away marks and that everybody will know what happened once you two leave.

Does he care ? No.

"Love, what got you so worked up?" He asks taking your face between his big hands and having to suck down a groan at your dilated pupils and that possessive look you are giving him.

"That bitch was touching your arm like you have no ring on your finger" Its your response as you kiss him again pulling at his lower lip.

The Salesman groans as he lets you take control over the kiss, his hands roaming over the dress you are wearing for the stupid party you two were forced to attend.

His hand cups your ass pushing you against him so you can feel just how hard he is getting by your actions.

"That was it?" He asks between kisses, his own mouth leaving marks on your neck and collarbone.

But you dont respond, too worried clinging at his shoulders while you rub against him.

"Love, you are playing with fire" He whispers biting lovely at your ear and sucking on it knowing the sweet effect it has on you. He can feel yourself looking for friction and him feeling generous pulls his knee between your legs.

"Go on, you can use me" He says masking how eager he truly is when you do as he tells you.

Griding down yourself against his knee as you kiss him once more, pulling down at his neck over his pulse point. His own breath cuts as he feels your teeth there, the promise of drawing blood palpable.

"I want them to know" You said pulling his black tie "I want them to know that you belong to me, and that I belong to you" You said between hard breaths as you suck another mark on his neck and he groans at the sensation.

He lets you rub yourself against his knee a bit more then swiftly changes positions pressing you against the wall as his body covering yours as his hand cups your sex.

"Love...I dont care if they fire you after this" He says his fingers passing your panties as he moans feeling how wet you are "Did you get so worked up because of that woman?" He asks but does not let you finish as he uses the fingers from his free hand to put them in your mouth "Suck, show me how jealous you were" He orders.

He almost cums when you not only do suck on them with such a fevor and energy he has never felt. But when your hands take his wrist making his fingers go deep down your troath or your tongue turns around them.

He gives you a reward by making the fingers inside you go faster till he is reaching that exact point. He knows he has you when he sees your eyes rolling body starting to tremble.

"Just a bit more my Love" He says removing his finger from your mouth to kiss you, savouring your moans and his name from you.

Its when you are about to come undone some firm knock on the door stops both of you. The Salesman sends the most dead look towards the door as she pulls his fingers back and acomodates himself in his pants.

He does not wait for you when he opens the door with the most charming smile ever. It does not deflect as he sees the suprised look of a guard and the blush of the same woman who caused all of this.

"Sorry" He is not sorry at all "My wife and I got carried away" He pulls you to his side a possessive grip on your waist as he leans you outside ignoring the looks. "Oh, and she renounces" He declares as he guides you outside towards the car.

"Better prepare yourself my Love. Im not letting you go once we reach home" He whispers in your ear before kissing it once more.

He hopes there is no traffic or he may as well park the car anywhere and take you inside of it.

[marscardigan]

through the valley, part x

ellie williams x reader

through the valley masterlist

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like ellie? more people like you?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot from tlou part II. canon typical violence.

It took Ellie two days to find another clue of you. Another painting of your mother occupied a whole wall in front of her.

May you guide me home.

Her blood ran cold. Not for the bodies beneath the mural, but because the paint was recent, very recent.

You must be closer than she thought. Ellie entered the closer building she found, and in the distance, she saw smoke. A bonfire.

Her nerves took control over her body, and started running towards it. Inside her mind, it couldn't be anybody else, it had to be you. Tears ran through her cheeks after remembering what happened two days before. How Jesse's body still laid on some abandoned house, bled out and cold. How she had to bury him herself, outside a backyard, a single cross with his name on it honor him.

It had to be you, for her sake. If it wasn't you, she'd rather die than coming back to Jackson. Death now sounded more welcoming than ever. But fate had other plans for Ellie Williams.

Infected came from everywhere, collapsing every possible exit. No ammo nor guns could save her. But she still tried, unleashing all the rage she caged deep inside her chest for all those days. She killed all of them thinking of Jesse, Joel, Tess, Riley, you. Everyone who left her to mourn, alone in this sick world. She finished eighteen infected by herself.

But one motherfucker escaped her bullet, throwing both of them through a broken window. Shattered glass melted with the flesh of her back, preventing her to move from it. She closed her eyes, greeting death for real this time. A grunt sounded then, the head of the infected falling above her chest. Ellie threw the body away from her, and then she saw it.

An arrow perforated the infected's head. Your arrow.

Her head moved with easy towards the door, so fast her head hurt. And there you were. As alive as she must be right now.

Ellie whispered your name as an oath, repeating it over and over again. Your silhouette started to get blurry in her sight, but your touch felt real, and so did your concerned tone.

She didn't hear any of it, she used her last strength to curl her head into your chest. Then she finally allowed herself to rest between your arms, even if you were freezing.

By the time Ellie started waking up, she noticed a few things. You looked skinnier than usual, your clothes were all dirty and ripped.

Ellie didn't dare to speak at first, afraid it may be a dream after all. You were too far for her liking, quiet too. She rose up slowly, wincing as her wounds pulled at her skin. Her eyes scanned the cabin, taking in the dusty wooden walls and the faint smell of smoke from the fireplace. Finally, her gaze settled on you.

You were leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, face blank. But your eyes were heavy, dark circles underlining them like bruises. You were wearing a floral dress, the same one you wore when left Jackson, and the same old doc martens she found you all those days before. You had snow on your hair. Had you'd just been out? Did you look paler, too?

The silence felt almost suffocating, pressing down on both of you.

"Hey," Ellie finally croaked, her voice rough. She cleared her throat. "I… I found you."

You didn’t respond right away. She could feel your eyes look at the dried blood on her clothes, and the fresh cuts on her face. "What the hell are you doing here, Ellie?"

Her chest tightened. She’d played this moment over and over in her head, imagined you running into her arms, crying out in relief, maybe even kissing her like you used to. This cold distance wasn’t in any of those fantasies.

"I... I needed to find you. I thought—" Her voice broke, and she looked down, her fingers twisting in the blanket. "I thought you were dead."

You looked away, jaw clenching. "I should be."

The words hung in the air, heavy and cruel. They twisted something deep in Ellie’s chest. She opened her mouth to argue, to say something, but nothing came out.

She wanted to tell you about Jesse, about how much she needed your warmth right now. But you looked so different, and still when she locked her gaze with yours, she could feel the fear underneath.

"Are you going to tell me what are you doing here...or you'll keep lying?"

Ellie looked down, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of the blanket. Her voice was low when she spoke. “I… I’m going to finish it.”

“Finish what?”

She looked up, eyes hardening. “Abby. I’m going to kill her.”

Your expression dropped. “Ellie...”

"I need to do it. If I don't regret is going to eat me alive."

"Revenge is eating you alive." you answered harshly, suddenly angry at her. "You really believe that killing her is going to bring back peace into your world, or what? You think it’ll make you feel better?"

She looked at you with hurt, "You promised me."

"I told you lots of things I did not mean back there." you started, the numbness of your head only making you angrier. "Look at me. I killed Isaac, and I'm still a lunatic with guilt inside. Killing them only makes us like them."

"Then what am I supposed to do, huh? I can't eat, can't sleep..." was she crying? She couldn't feel her face. She couldn't feel any part of her body now. Ellie only could look at you in awe, wanting your warmth more than ever.

Your chest tightened, the ache almost unbearable. "Fine. I'll come with you." You crossed the room, sitting beside her on the mattress. She tensed but didn’t pull away.

"You still have the cross I gave you" you murmured, Ellie's eyelashes kissing your lips from the closeness between you.

She didn't answer your comment, instead she leaned to kiss you. She kissed you so desperately, as if it was her last meal on earth. You kissed her back, the unease from your chest dissolving for a moment. You were freezing, your fingers shivering as they undressed Ellie's top.

"Promise me this doesn't mean anything." Ellie whispered between kisses, as her hand reached for your bare chest.

"I promise."

You were always such a good liar.

The snow fell quietly outside the cabin, a thick blanket of white muffling the world. Ellie woke up to the chill seeping through the cracks in the wooden walls. Her body ached, and her back throbbed, but the pain felt distant, muted somehow. She blinked at the dim light filtering through the window and reached for you.

But the mattress beside her was empty.

Ellie sat up, the pain in her back long gone. The room was still, the cold air biting. Your jacket was gone, along with your backpack. Her mind raced. You wouldn’t just leave. Not again. Not after… She looked at the mattress, the indent where your body had been. It was cold. You must have been gone for hours.

She ran outside, snow crunching beneath her boots, calling out your name with all the strength left in her body. She collapsed to her knees, the snow soaking through her pants. “Please…” Her voice cracked, breaking. “I can’t… I can’t lose you again.”

The snow-covered ground revealed no footprints. No broken branches. No sign that you were ever there. Ellie’s heart raced, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin.

You were always quiet on your feet, but not this quiet. Not this invisible.

She ran, her legs burning, lungs screaming for air. The world spun around her, snowflakes dancing in her vision. She could hear your voice, faint and distant, whispering her name. She followed the sound, chasing shadows.

But there was nothing. No one.

It wasn’t until she saw the cross that she realized the truth.

It stood crooked in the snow, a simple wooden marker. The grave was shallow, covered in a thin layer of ice. The snow had preserved it, kept it untouched by the world. Your name was carved into the wood, the letters jagged and uneven. Ellie's own handwriting.

The snow felt colder now, the wind biting at Ellie’s skin. She knelt in front of the crooked cross, fingers numb as they traced the jagged letters. Her body shook, a deep, hollow ache echoing through her chest.

"Ellie!"

She flinched, the voice cutting through the silence. Turning slowly, she saw Jesse standing a few yards away, his face pale, eyes wide with relief and panic.

"Ellie, what the hell… We’ve been looking for you for days!" He stumbled through the snow, his boots crunching against the frozen ground. "You just disappeared. No one knew where you went."

She blinked at him, her head spinning. "No, I… I was with… We were…" Her gaze flicked back to the cross, her heart thudding painfully. "I was with her. I… I just…"

Jesse followed her stare, his brows furrowing. His face went pale when he saw the grave. "She… She didn’t make it out of Jackson."

Ellie shook her head, stepping back, her body swaying. "No… No, that’s not… She was with me. We were… We were together." Her voice cracked, desperation clawing at her throat. "She saved me. She was there. She was real."

Jesse’s eyes softened, pain flickering across his face. "Ellie… You left Jackson alone. We… We thought you were dead. You’ve been gone for days."

"No." The world spun, her vision blurring. "No, she was with me. She was real. She…" she kept repeating it, as if it would be true if she kept saying it. "She was with me."

Jesse knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he grabbed her shoulders. "Ellie, listen to me. She didn’t make it. She died outside Jackson. You… You found her. You buried her."

His words echoed, looping over and over. Buried her. Buried her. Buried her. Ellie’s chest tightened, her throat closing up. Her gaze fell to her hands, still caked with dirt, the snow stained brown.

She buried you.

The memory slammed into her, brutal and cold. Digging through the frozen earth, her fingers numb and bleeding. Laying you down, your skin pale and cold. Your eyes closed, your lips still, no breath escaping. You were wearing that floral dress, too thin against the biting cold, its fabric clinging to you, failing to cover the scars she knew you hated showing. Ellie’s chest tightened at the sight, knowing how much you preferred to keep them hidden. She remembered wrapping your jacket around you, trying to shield you one last time, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her tears freezing to her face.

She also recalls carving your name into the cross, her hands shaking so badly the letters came out crooked. She remembered screaming, the sound ripping through her, echoing through the empty woods.

You were gone.

You’d been gone the whole time.

Ellie’s body shook, her sobs muffled by the snow. "No… No, no, no…" Her fingers dug into the frozen ground, clawing at the earth. "She was with me. She was right here. She… She saved me. She…"

Jesse pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she fell apart. "I’m sorry, Ellie. I’m so sorry."

You were gone, and she’d been chasing a ghost. Imagining your voice, feeling your touch, hearing your laugh… A lie she created to survive the loneliness. The guilt. The grief. The reality.

It was all in her head.

Everything.

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[jooyeonsvape]

— pretty girl

genre; smut, some fluff

pairings; nonidol!taehyun, fratboy!taehyun, female!reader

w/c; 2.5k

synopsis; “guys usually think of me as ‘one of the guys’ so i guess i never had the opportunity.” you explain and he hums, then shakes his head. “that’s a shame.”

warnings; dirty talk, female receiving oral, fingering, cursing, alcohol, virgin fingering, guided masturbation

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a/n; i started writing this at 3 am, i got bags on my bags yall wtf. i had no inspiration to write but then i thought about this concept and kinda wrote a plot around it lmao. i hope u enjoy <3

soobin, yeonjun, beomgyu, taehyun, and hueningkai made up the most popular frat house in the college you all attended.

when they’re around, it’s more partying than studying and considering you were their best friend, you were included in that.

“[Y/N], your turn to babysit beomgyu if he gets too drunk tonight.” soobin calls out from his room and you pout, looking at the lightweight boy who is already starting to take shots.

“my nanny for the night.” beomgyu yells loudly and opens his arms wide for you to hug him from the couch he sat at.

you shake your head at his advance and instead take a shot for yourself. “that’s all i’m drinking tonight, watching beomgyu is a full time job, he likes to run around outside naked when he’s drunk.”

“i thought you supported free the nipple.” yeonjun teases and you raise an eyebrow. “i do support free the nipple, but i don’t support free the penis and traumatize the old lady down the street.” you shoot back and everyone laughs at the memory.

beomgyu raises his hands in defense, “it was kai’s shift but he obviously failed.” you nod in agreement and flop on the couch next to soobin who just finished getting dressed for the party.

“well, i was having the best sex of my life that night, so it was worth it.” you scrunch your face at him continuing in detail about the best blow job ever and technique she used on him.

after a minute you plug your ears with your fingers and rest your head on soobin’s shoulder until they were done.

“why are you so grossed out by sex talk [Y/N]? have you even seen a penis?” beomgyu tries to make fun of you but you just raise an eyebrow. “yes, yours, remember? i was the one who caught you, and it wasn’t impressive so i wouldn’t be talking.”

you always talked bluntly and hard-toned around them, which you think helped made them not see you as woman, but more of a sister.

as they all laughed, beomgyu was fake crying and you lean over to give him a hug. “i’m sorry my gyu, i was joking, you have the biggest pp in the world.” you giggle, rocking him back and forth.

“let’s get her boys.” he simply says, wiping his fake tear and the others start tickling you all over until you start kicking.

— —

an hour into the party you look everywhere for beomgyu but finally spot him on the couch making out with someone random. you nod to yourself because now you know he’s safe and inside, then go to soobin’s room.

you were quite anti-social tonight and alcohol usually helps that but since you can’t drink you decided to just watch movies in soobin’s room until the party is over.

you press play on the movie and set a timer for 30 minutes so you know when to check on beomgyu again.

“it’s unlocked,” you yell out, not feeling like standing up again and taehyun walks in with his bright smile that lights up any room.

“i thought you might’ve needed this.” he chuckles and hands you one of his blended alcohol mixtures. “i didn’t put a lot of tequila in it, don’t worry, you won’t get drunk.”

you take a sip and hum, “yummy, thank you. how is the party?” you ask and he sits at the end of the bed. “it’s the same as always, drunk people everywhere.”

you nod and take another sip of the drink before setting it aside. “why are you in here? there’s dudes out there asking about you.”

“i’m good, they’re probably drunk and expect me to put out just because i’m friends with 5 guys.” you giggle and shake your head at the thought of letting them touch you.

“it’s college though, this is our prime.” you just shrug your shoulders gently, “i’m not looking for a fuck and dump.”

he hums and the room randomly got awkward which usually wasn’t the case with taehyun. “why are you being nosey tonight?” you finally speak and he chuckles, “i just didn’t want you to miss out i guess, may i join you in here?”

you scoot over on the bed to make room for taehyun and take the drink he made down in one gulp.

he admires you taking the whole thing at once and laughs at the face you made. even though you weren’t drunk, his laughing makes you join him and soon the both of you were laughing at nothing but each others noises.

“are you sure you aren’t a lightweight [Y/N]?” taehyun questions with a soft chuckle when the two of you settle down. “no, i think your energy just makes me drunk.”

he nods and looks at the tv, wrapping his arm behind you so the two of you were cuddling, it didn’t feel uncomfortable but it was definitely new for you.

“i have another question.” taehyun speaks up 10 minutes later and you look up at him. “yes?” he bites the inside of his cheek as he tries to find a proper way to ask it. “are you a virgin?”

you blush at the sudden curiosity of your friend and hide your face in his shoulder. “yes, guys usually think of me as ‘one of the guys’ so i guess i never had the opportunity.” you explain and he hums, then shakes his head. “that’s a shame.”

“no i’m okay with it, i don’t know what i’m missing, so i don’t really try to find it.” taehyun clicks his tongue and looks down at you. “you’re not one of the guys, you’re just [Y/N].”

you purse your lips at the sound of him talking and look up at him again. “was that a compliment?” taehyun chuckles and hums, eyes still on the tv as he rubs your exposed belly, due to the crop top you’re wearing, with his thumb.

your eyes go down to his movements and he notices, “is that bothering you?” you shake your head and smile.

taehyun traces his finger tip around your hip and plays with the waistband of your shorts, “will you tell me when i start making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly and you take a deep breath before nodding.

he slowly slides his fingers under your shorts and quickly finds your clit through your panties, giving it a soft rub.

“have you ever masturbated?” he asks in your ear with a low voice you weren’t used to. “yes.” he lets out a chuckle and continues to rub.

“do you like my hand better?”

your breath hitched before you nod fast, “y-yes.”

taehyun smirks and lifts up your panties, putting pressure on your bare clit with his finger to see how sensitive you were.

you gasp at the feeling and buck your hips softly in his hand. “has anyone ever licked your pussy?” he questioned, sliding one of his fingers up and down your folds to get your clit wet.

you shake your head with a whine at his fingers and he nods in return. “may i be the first?”

the thought of losing your virginity tonight made you nervous but also excited so you nod hesitantly. “are you sure? use your words.”

you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together which made him chuckle. “you can eat my pussy.” taehyun smirks and sits up, taking the blanket off of you so he could kiss your belly.

“i’ll stop when you want me to pretty girl.” he reassures and you nod, looking down at him so close to something only you have ever touched.

he takes off your shorts and panties together, then looks up at you with smirk. “it should be criminal to keep something so beautiful hidden.” taehyun laughs, admiring your glistening pussy while you blush.

he leans in and gives your clit a few kisses to see your reaction. each kiss made your body jolt a little with sensitivity and he smiles, finding it cute.

“spread your legs wider.” he says in a comforting voice and you comply, spreading further with a shy blush.

taehyun licks his tongue up and down to lap up your juices with a hum, “sweet.” you giggle at him and hide your face.

your hips involuntary jerk when he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, then moving his tongue in swirling movements. “fuck.” you moan out, tilting your head back in pleasure.

taehyun was very skillful with his mouth, he knew how to make a woman feel good. while his tongue was busy flicking your clit over and over, his finger hovered your hole.

“have you ever fingered yourself?” he asks when he pulls away from your clit and smirks, rubbing the hole slowly. “yes.” he hums, not satisfied with the answer. “tell me how it felt pretty girl.”

you blush at the name and look down to meet his eyes. “it was amazing, i put two fingers in and was shaking from how good it felt.”

taehyun swiftly goes up to your face and kisses your lips deeply before adding a finger inside your pussy with no warning which made you moan in the kiss.

“i think you’ve been secretly waiting for someone to fuck you with the way you talk.” he growls in your ear while he pumps his finger hard inside of you and adds a second one.

you gasp at the second finger, feeling your walls stretch with each thrust until it was used to the size. “i make myself cum just fine.” you smirk breathlessly and spread your legs wider.

“i’m sure you do pretty girl, but when i’m done with you, you’ll be wanting more than fingers.” you hated to admit he was right, all you wanted now was to feel his dick inside of you.

you kiss his lips again and moan so the party goers didn’t hear you yelling his name, which you wanted to do.

taehyun curls his fingers inside of you so he hit your spot each time and you whimper at the feeling. “rub your clit baby, just like you do when you’re alone.”

you blush and do as he says, starting to sweat at the feeling of being close. he watches when you lick your fingers then rub your nub as fast as you can and he smirks. “are you about to cum?”you nod and throw your head back so you could let out a strained moan.

when he heard you were close, he goes back down and moves your hand so he could take your clit in his mouth again.

with the pressure of his fingers pounding into you and his tongue flicking your clit fast, you finally let out a loud moan then cum hard on his slender fingers. he smirks against you and pulls out with his tongue still swirling around your clit until you were twitching from sensitivity.

he wipes his mouth after licking all your juices up and lays next to you again, satisfied with his work. “that was the best feeling i’ve ever had.” you giggle and wipe your forehead of sweat and try to steady your breathing.

taehyun chuckles and kisses your forehead gently, “good, i’m glad i could help.” you were still naked on the bottom half of your body when soobin opens the door.

you shuffle to find the blanket and he makes a frowned face. “on my bed? taehyun, your room is literally right next door. the party is almost over and beomgyu is no where to be seen, have you been checking on him [Y/N]?”

you press your lips together and notice your phone alarm has been ringing for the past 20 minutes but the pleasure took over all your other senses.

“i’ll find him, get cleaned up [Y/N] and go to your room taehyun.” he shakes his head and you try not to laugh.

“yes dad.” you both say in unison and laugh with each other.

soobin sighs and mutters words you couldn’t hear, “let’s go pretty girl, tonight you’re sleeping in my room, i think we’ll have some more fun.”

[babybearnation]

Alpha driver!male reader (i headcannon that you get ur first rut/heat at like 13ish till then you smell like milk) who while being an alpha most of his life (reader is around 27) has only had one rut and that was his first one, charles(omega) lando(omega) and oscar(alpha) are concerned when reader goes into a rut and he literally can't think in a staight line (like eyes blank and no thoughts, Except him moving his hips into a pillow) and is in alot of pain when not touching atleast two of them, they take reader to a doctor they give him something while there so he's atleast coherent for an hour which leads to him explaining to the doc that this is in fact his second ever rut he's had in his life, after the doc get the info he tell lestappiatri that they need to help him if they want him to survive since most similar cases don't make it even with two partners, it ends up with them having an entire 2 weeks where 2 of them are fucking helping reader and the other is taking a break or getting them all food whenis slightly more coherent and able to eat (though those times don't last long before reader's begging to fuck or be fucked)

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apologies in advance, i have a feeling this is gonna be bad

omega!charles leclerc x omega!lando norris x male!alpha!reader x alpha!oscar piastri

cw: suggestive

you'd presented as an alpha at the normal age but, unlike normal, that very first rut was the only you'd had for about ten years

you were dating two lovely omegas as well as a wonderful alpha, but because of how new your relationship was, it took a while for your three boyfriends to realise that you didn't have ruts

until you fall into your second rut ever and your boyfriends rapidly learn the truth

luckily, it was very shortly after all the drivers were given free time for the off-season so you weren't being a potential inconvenience

charles, oscar & lando aren't sure what to do, watching you rut blank-eyed and mindless into a pillow over and over in a way that make oscar's unswelled knot twitch in pain

you always hissed when left with one or none of them in the room with you, so they took turns leaving to get things for you

after speaking to and arranging for a doctor to come over, charles tries to offer his body to you but you couldn't move to do anything about it and ultimately, charles backed off

the doctor comes over and gives you something to clear your rut for a small period of time

he asks you questions and charles, lando & oscar are horrified to discover that this was only your second rut

in an almost nightmarish situation, the doctor told you that you would need all three of your boyfriends help to have even a chance of avoiding falling really sick once your rut faded

the doctor prescribes you a rut-supporting medication before leaving, clearly aware that the momentary rut-supressing meds are about to wear off in only a handful of minutes

charles, lando & oscar aren't sure what's going to happen to you now but they take the remaining minutes of you being aware to get you to drink some water and eat a few slices of toast, concern evident in their voices and gazes

once the meds had fully worn off, however, you were insatiable all over again, falling back against the sheets and touching yourself over and over until lando nudged your hand away and sunk down on your cock himself, providing you that sweet, sweet relief you needed

charles leaned forward and kissed you, guiding your fingers to his slick hole, hoping it would help as well

oscar decides to play with your chest, wanting to be involved but not entirely sure what else he could do to bring you pleasure

neither of them were sure how long this would go on for but they were willing to get through it all with you because they loved you and couldn't understand how horrifying a situation like this must be to experience

and get through it they did because, before long, your rut finally passed and you were a coherent, yet very apologetic, alpha once more

your three boyfriends were instantly comforting you, promising that it was okay and hopefully, with the new medication, you'd fall into a steady rut rhythm

and you did! the medication timed your rut with lando's heat, that way you never went into it during the f1 on season

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[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 soft!dom!seungmin x sub!reader x mean!dom!junhan

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 0.9

request: “does she deserve to cum? what do you think?” + corruption kink

contains: threesome, less experienced!reader, corruption kink, light degradation, orgasm control (reader!rec), orgasm denial (reader!rec), sensory play (restraints and blindfolds), oral sex (m!rec), dirty talk, pet names, name calling (slut once)

[ event masterlist | xdinary heroes masterlist ]

“We’ve seen the way you look at people.”

“Surely you’ve had your tongue down someone’s throat before.”

“You can’t be that innocent.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to look unfazed by the comments of your two friends, but you feel blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Rules are rules.” Seungmin glances down at the scattered Truth or Dare cards on the floor - the game that had you admitting you’ve never been french kissed before and now had led you to this situation. “You have to pick.”

You try to steady your excited breaths as your gaze flickers between the boys in front of you.

Seungmin crosses his arms, still resting against the couch meanwhile Hyeongjun propps one knee up lazily, his arm hanging over it as he speaks up; his voice much lower than it was moments ago.

“It’s all just for fun.”

For a moment, you wonder if there’s any chance you can back out… or worse - just kiss both of them.

“I choose Seungmin.”

Hyeongjun's lips twitch crookedly as he glances over at his friend who's tittering.

“See?” You burst out with frustration. “This is why I don't want to do this!”

“Really? It's not because you're worried you're gonna like it too much?” Seungmin raises an eyebrow.

“You guys are ridiculous”, you murmur, looking away from their puckish smiles. You hear Hyeongjun's subtle chuckling.

But your body speaks for itself too much already - your chest heavens at the idea of this possible kiss, your skin runs hot and you keep biting your lip without even realising...

“Alright,” Hyeongjun sighs, “it's time to get your first french kiss.”

You go over to Seungmin after Hyeongjun signals you with a quick tilt of his head.

Seungmin takes your face in his hands and the next moment you feel his lips - warm and inviting. They separate your mouth slowly, cautious not to overwhelm you, before his tongue flickers playfully against yours in a nice rhythm.

You don't back away, because you don't want to; instead, you let him deepen the kiss until he turns you dizzy with a burning urge to take a proper breath.

“If you don't want me and Hyeongjun to be mad at each other over this then maybe you should kiss him too.” Seungmin's smooth voice drips with lust; his soft lips curl with assurance, knowingly. “After that, we can show you some other fun things we know.”

They said that tying you up and blindfolding you would help you completely immerse yourself in the pleasure, and they were right.

Instead of getting distracted by their good looks, and the appealing view of their hands crawling up your body, you're now perfectly focused on their touch, and their mellow voices accompanying it in the darkness, only making it more impactful.

The moment they pulled the first orgasm out of you, you realised nobody has touched you like this before, and the moment they got the second one, you knew the chance of experiencing something incredible like this again is pretty low; nonexistent.

You doubt that you'd ever meet someone with such strong patience like theirs - along with other several good qualities both of them posses. They build up each orgasm in your core with diligence; with slow studying of your body simultaneously taking your reactions and overall behaviour into consideration.

Which results into them letting you cum when they think it's the right time for you to cum.

“You pretended to be all innocent and pure for so long,” Hyeongjun drags his curled fingers out of you, guiding them up to your clit in an insufferably slow pace; the slippery moisture provides him with the best surface to glide his digits on. “Looks like you’re truly yourself now.”

“J-Jun—“ You stutter; the scorching knot of pleasure is extremely close to bursting as he swipes his fingertips faster, “p-please, please, can I cum, please?”

“Does she deserve to cum?” Seungmin glances at his friend whose hand turns wildly speedy. “What do you think?”

You know what's about to happen - it's as though your broken whines, indicating how little you need in order to reach your peak, are provoking them to tee you off with another denial.

“Maybe not yet.” Hyeongjun lets out a brief chuckle, noticing how you clench your fists.

“Sorry, baby.” Seungmin whispers above you, gently returning the head of his cock between your lips - the same moment Hyeongjun breaks off your rush, causing you to groan frustratedly with full mouth. “Shhh, it’s okay…”

Seungmin's touch is familiar yet holding a sort of newfound weight as he keeps your head tilted with one hand so he can glide further into your throat.

A moment passes before you hear Hyeongjun's voice again; you really have to concentrate on what he's saying at this point as your mind is muzzy from so much stimulation.

“Are you curious to know what you taste like?”

You make out something wicked tugging at his lips.

Seungmin pulls out with a sigh and you gasp for air.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, panting through your drooling mouth as you centre your head against the pillow. “Show me, please…”

You're unable to stop your thighs from rubbing together as you anticipate to welcome Hyeongjun's fingers.

Once they rest on top of your flat tongue, spreading your arousal in small circles, your lips close, wanting to earn more.

“You like how your pussy tastes?” Seungmin asks softly; you still haven't unwrapped your lips yet when you humm in agreement. “I bet it’s sweet like your mouth.”

“You know,” Hyeongjun’s voice spreads slightly closer than usual, allowing you to feel his warm breath brushing the skin of your half-hidden face, “that’s how sluts taste.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[juullllssss]

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TW: Kidnapping, Manipulation

The next time the door opens another man enters. Were the other was handsome in a rough, boyish way this one is straight up beautiful. More like a model then a kidnapper. Again everyone receives their food portion. For all that it's worth the food is delicious, in another situation you would have been thankful for a home made meal.

The other women don't talk to you, seemingly stuck in their own thoughts but you don't mind that much. Your mind is working overtime, trying to find a way out of this situation. There is not much else to do anyway. For now you are to exhausted to put up a fight. You will try to bid your time. Maybe even gain the trust of one of the men.

The next time both men step in, right behind them another men. First you didn't even register what you saw. In the dim light he appeared like a shadow, he was even taller then the other two men. They step in front of the three of you, opening your chains. And as luck would have it, the man with the mohawk is the one in front of you.

"Ye must 'ave been scared, bonnie, be'ave an we will take care of ya, aye?" You stay silent, looking at him like a prey at a predator, trying to figure out what will happen to you all. His hands are calloused again confirming your suspicion that he must have some kind of job which requires a lot of hard labor.

The men bring you up the stairs. In front of you, you can hear one of the women crying. Maybe the red head, you had heard her before. You had played with the thought of talking to her, she seemed so scared the past days. But her gaze never swayed in your direction. You wondered if someone from your friends was already searching for you. How many days had it been? Was your family worried? Shit you didn't tell anyone where you were going.

It seems the room you were staying in was in reality a basement, connected to a huge house. The men guided you through a kitchen passing into a hallway. Dragging you into the room on the other side, which seemed to be the living room. And there on a big couch sat another men. You were scared of the others before but seeing the man sitting on the couch, waiting for your arrival, did something else to you. You could not make out if you were in awe or stuck in terror. He waited, like a king would wait on his subjects. Gaze firm, with a air around him that screamed authority. He was leaning forward his elbows resting on his thick thighs. The other Men lined you up, you held your breath waiting what would happen next.

The eyes of the older man drifted over the three of you, studying, judging. the red haired women was still crying but not saying anything, not wanting to repeat what happend to the first women. The black haired women was silent, looking down, you could swear her jaw would break if she clenched any harder. Then the man on the couch spoke up. "You must be wondering what you are doing here, i 'm Captain John Price, these are my men, Johnny, Kyle and Simon." He gestured to the men behind you, in the order of their names. "you were picked by us, we wanted.. to know more about you...." He seems to keep his words wage, trailing of in the end. For a moment you think you heard him wrong, what did that even mean? With a quick look to the other women you made up your mind, he told them his and his men names, that must mean something right?

"You are not trafficker's? What does all this mean?" You try to keep your words steady, strong. You nearly apologize when 'Johns' Gaze lands on you. Lucky for you he doesn't seem to take offense to your questions, a small smile on his face. "No, we won't give you away and it means that you will live here for a while... until everything is decided." Again some wage answer in the end. Why did that sound so threatening? But for now it doesn't sound like they would hurt you, well not all of them. With a quick look back you can see this 'Johnny' smiling back at you. Damn if you didn't know what he can do you could be fooled by that killer smile.

John emphasized that nothing would happen as long as you all behaved, promising to take care of every need. Well every need except freedom of course. A 'Hypocrite' floods through your mind at that. This time it is the model 'Kyle' taking you by the arm and guiding you towards the stairs upwards. How big was this house? You tried being discreet while looking around, mapping out the house inside your head. Apparently not discreet enough, a press on your arm makes you look up to Kyle, "Don't even think about it, lovie. Believe me we are faster." His gaze is nearly pleading, mixed with his soft brown eyes it gives you the feeling he was disappointed in you. for a moment you feel guilt bubble in you, before giving yourself a imaginary pinch. Is this what Stockholm Syndrom is?

Your mood is already a lot better after a long, hot shower. Scrubbing the dirt away makes you feel like a brand new women. You could nearly ignore this whole situation, but a knock from your "bodyguard" brings you back. When you step out in your new clothes, Kyles eyes drag over you appreciatively. "Looking good in our clothes, they suit you." Suddenly you had the urge to strip everything of again.

He guides you towards the end of the hallway. With a apologetic smile he turns towards you, "For now you will all stay together, try to get some sleep, must have been a hard time" His words sound so sweet and again you have to remind yourself that this is on of your captors. Then he closes the door behind you. With the sound of a lock you are again captive.

[baked-potatoes-rule]

"If I were Jackie Taylor's ghost, I'd come back to life, only to die all over again" and why Jackie will always play a core role in Shauna's life.

My arms are not abnormally long and I love reaching for things that are less likely to happen but hey...have some faith in me..and these arms of mine.

We know Jackie's ghost is making a comeback this season and I'm anticipating a conversation between her and adult Shauna. I don't think they left many things unsaid...but I think they might confirm jackieshauna for us.

In relation to Shauna looking for people to give her the love she so much needs, the love Jackie took away from her when she died.

Jackie must have been the only person in Shauna's life with whom she bonded with. She found in her, what she couldn't in her parents.

When her father left, Jackie was there. She was there when Shauna got abandoned by one of her parents. And she was there when Shauna's mom was most likely unable to give her proper nurturing and love. How couldn't Shauna not get so intertwined with her? She had been the only one who didn't abandon her. She was her rock, the hand that held hers, the person to provide what her parents couldn't. No wonder Shauna didn't know where one of them ended and the other one began.

But Jackie wasn't perfect. She had her flaws. And she would sometimes end up having Shauna trailing behind her like a puppy, because of her assertive personality.

So Shauna ends up resenting Jackie for bossing her around, for always telling her what to do and YET she still needs her approval, acceptance, love. It's parent/child dynamic all over again. She wants to be her own person, she's ready even, but Jackie is always there, guiding her steps, telling her how to go about everything. But, she's also too afraid to step up and do her thing. She's afraid of disappointing Jackie, of making her think she no longer needs her-

She's afraid of finding out who she is, beyond Jackie.

Because, who really is Shauna?

We still don't know. She doesn't know.

She's all over the place,she's grieving,she's emotional, she's in pain, she is angry. She needs someone to help her create a steady sense of self again. She needs Jackie, but Jackie is not here.

But Melissa is. Melissa is showing up. She's a bit different,not as bossy,she isn't afraid to make a move, embrace Shauna as she is- all raging and out for blood,broken.

She might get to bring her vulnerable side out again. And Shauna needs that. She needs to know she can lean on someone, someone who's going to accept her while she is searching for herself. Someone who will let her be as she is,whoever that ends up being. A freak?An angry girl that lost her best friend and baby? A soul burdened with endless guilt? A child abandoned by her family, abandoned by Jackie...Jackie whom, she herself pushed away because she was suffocating her.

No one got as close to Shauna as Jackie ever did. Not Jeff,not Adam, not her parents. No one. Yes,her friends were there. Yes, Taissa-bless her heart- stood right by her side when she needed someone and couldn't confide in Jackie. But...No one was there the way she needed them to be. Fully. Hers and hers only. She had to share Jackie with Jeff. She had to share her father with the reason he left them for, she had to share her mother with her grief over her husband leaving them. She was always on the side. Always.

And Shauna is tired. She's exhausted. And now Melissa is showing up. She is showing up and I really hope Shauna finds a way to let her be there for her and doesn't get scared and push her away.

[aurosoulart]

walking people through all my interactive AR experiences at AWE has made me realize that I literally do not need to care about anyone who approaches my work with disrespect

I guided hundreds of people through portals to other worlds, dandelion forests, carnival games we could all play together, toys and collaborative paintings and just pure magic - and 99% of them clearly experienced joy and awe unlike anything they’d ever seen before…

and the small handful of people who still managed to be negative after all of that were clearly just unhappy individuals who had some kind of personal issues entirely unrelated to anything I was doing or sharing with them.

one guy was literally mad that our marketing wasn’t good enough on our business card. like… that is so vastly unimportant. I’m just here to bring people joy and show them something new - if someone can’t let that in, it’s extremely incredibly not my problem.

[skyburger]

"fnaf is the scariest game ever" "no its silent hill" "well i think its resident evil" everyone shut up!!!!!! youre all wrong. its actually zack & wiki quest for barbaros' treasure (on the nintendo wii) but only the level "keeper of the ice". that level scared me so bad as a kid and you can tell because its the only individual level i remember the name of off the top of my head. like there is nothing scarier than a) being chased and b) being on a time limit. and you know what this level has? BOTH OF THOSE. this level is still scary to me im like AHHHHH!!!! and then i die

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

There always seems to be one kid who just screams like a tornado siren, all day long, at any given opportunity. Like, kid, I love you, you are precious and deserve all the happiness in the world; but please for the love of god shut up. There are people trying to learn here and you’re not helping them or yourself.

[ragsy]

MOTW NPC Rach Lombardi, Mark's toxic ex who got ripped to shreds by dogman and then whose revenant ghost latched onto someone else who was on their own dogman revenge quest (player character Tatara)

she's fun.

[leoxxii]

ohhhh the witcher 3 is getting on my nerves again. this game hates me specifically!!!!

[classyrbf]

thinking about movie night with nanami. You’re sitting in his lap comfortably, head resting on his shoulder while you giggle at the movie. But nanami doesn’t care for the movie when two of his thick fingers are plunged deep inside of your pussy. He’s moving them so slowly, teasing you as he pumps them in and out. Every now and then you’ll grip onto his arm that’s holding you in place, getting too distracted before he corrects you. “Focus on the movie, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear all while massaging your g-spot. He’s so cruel to you but he’s enjoying playing with you. Your eyes will slip down to where his fingers are, can’t help but stare at the way his fingers disappear into your sopping hole. You see them glisten with the glow of the tv light and bite down on your bottom lip as grow needier for more. “Eyes up.” He guides your chin up, holding your jaw in place. With every passing minute you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, and your heart beat faster and faster sneaking glances and letting out stifled whimpers every now and again.

The pads of his fingers run up your slit, rubbing your swollen clit in small circles making you tense up. A shaky breath escapes your throat, and you’re trying your best to focus on the movie but it’s so hard to when he’s whispering such filthy things in your ear. “You want my fingers back inside that pretty pussy? I bet it feels so good to be stuffed full, huh?” He smirks against your skin. All you do is nod, gently grinding your hips against his hand because you’re done playing by the rules. You reach for his wrist, moving his hand downward back to your fluttering hole. “Is that where you want me?” He breathes against your skin. Just before you could answer he plunges his fingers back inside, your pussy making the most lewd squelch ever. “Just lean back and feel good, darling.” He held you against him tightly while he worked you open with his fingers, pressing and dragging his fingers against your g-spot with more pressure.

“Hear that?” He dragged his fingers in out of your soaked cunt, a wave of embarrassment washing over you at how wet you were. “Is this all for me? If so, it’d be a shame if I didn’t get a taste.” His fingers reached up to his mouth, sucking your juices off like you were the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your body shuddered in anticipation, as he brought his fingers back down to your pussy, gathering more of your slick. “Have a taste, baby.” Without hesitation you opened your mouth, feeling his fingers lay flat on your tongue where you tasted yourself on him. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? Such a good girl for me.” He grabs your chin, planting his lips on yours, his tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as he began fingering you again, going faster than he was before.

You pull away, breathing heavily as you feel yourself growing closer to cumming. “Ken,” you whimper, your nails digging into his forearm while your legs begin to shake. “Oh fuck,” you squeak, your jaw slack as you become mesmerized by the view in front of you. Nanami kisses your neck gently, watching as well, feeling the way your walls tighten around him.

“I can feel it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you wanna cum,” he huskily says, moving his fingers faster on purpose.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so bad, Ken! You always make me feel so good, baby,” you cry out, your chest moving up and down rapidly.

“Good girl. Let it out for me.” As if on command, clear liquid gushes from your cunt, soaking his hand and couch in the process but he doesn’t dare stop. “There you go, sweetheart. There you fucking go.” He kisses you tenderly as he drags every last bit of your orgasm out of you until your entire body is shaking. He removes his fingers, gently slapping your messy pussy, chuckling when you whine at the sensation. His thumb toys with your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “What a mess you’ve made.” He clicks his tongue at you.

“You’re no fair!” You pant, gasping when applies pressure to your clit.

“I think a thank you would be better. What do you think?” He looks at you with fox like eyes, and you can’t help but stare back with such desperation.

“Thank you,” you mutter under your breath.

“Atta girl.” He slaps your pussy a few more times causing you to buck your hips. “Now, keep watching the movie. I’m not finished playing with you.”

[plutotheplum]

Blurred Lines

leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: you’ve decided to get intimate for the first time with your boyfriend, and who better to ask for advice than his best friend?

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, kissing, oral sex, vaginal fingering, masturbation, p in v, possessive sex, praise kink, cheating/infidelity

wc: 4.4k

a/n: i don't support cheating at all, this idea just would not leave me so erm... i just had to write it

also on ao3!

You might be a little in over your head.

Sure, the entire thing had been your idea, but now that you’re standing outside of Leon’s apartment, duffle bag clutched in hand, you think you might’ve made the wrong decision.

But… you did really like your boyfriend.

It was why you were doing all of this after all. You wanted the first time with your new boyfriend to be perfect, especially after your last relationship had practically turned out to be a disaster. The sex hadn’t been enjoyable and the heated conversations between you and your ex even more so.

So, who better to ask for advice than your boyfriend’s best friend?

Eyes squeezing shut, you mutter a few words of self-encouragement. The doorbell looks oddly ominous when you open your eyes again. 

You weren’t even sure why Leon had agreed to this entire thing. He’d always just been there, barely acknowledging your presence at all. All in all, you were convinced Leon hated you. It didn’t matter though, you didn’t particularly like the man either. Leon was just an unfortunate addition to things you had to endure. 

An irritated huff of air leaves you and your hand jerks out, your own body having grown tired of your indecisiveness. The doorbell rings promptly and you shift on your feet, biting your lip nervously.

When the door creaks open, you have half the mind to run away. Leon’s gaze keeps you pinned in place however, his bored eyes dipping over you, brows raising slightly when he sees the duffle bag you were holding. 

“You were serious about this, huh?” Leon asks, crossing his arms over his chest, peering down at you.

“Uh- well,” you begin, tongue feeling heavy, “I- I can just leave,” you laugh awkwardly, “you’re probably busy and I don’t want to bother you and-”

“Stop rambling,” he interrupts, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice, “just get inside.”

You’re grateful for his timely intervention, nodding rapidly and stepping inside. Taking off your shoes, you place them by the door neatly, not wanting to annoy Leon even more. He motions with his fingers and you follow him in, letting him guide you into his bedroom.

“What’s the bag for?”

“Oh, I packed a couple of outfits,” you shrug, watching as he sits down on his chair, “thought you might be able to tell me which one would work the best.”

Leon stares at you blankly, his lips pursing. 

“You’re fucking weird.”

A sharp scoff leaves you, your eyes narrowing as you glare at the man in front of you. “You agreed to help me!”

“I didn’t think you were being serious,” Leon retorts. 

You glare at him a little more and he lets out an exasperated sigh, motioning for you to sit down on the edge of his bed. You do as he says, although your movements are begrudging, feeling miffed.

“So?” He asks, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, “what do you want to know?”

“Se- sex stuff,” you reply casually, although your posture betrays you. It’s difficult to feel comfortable around Leon, his gaze uncomfortably intense and probing. You don’t think you’ve ever sat with your back this straight for so long before. 

“Watching porn would’ve solved that problem for you,” Leon says drily. 

“You’re a real asshole, Leon.”

He rolls his eyes at your jab, slouching a little further in his chair, thighs spreading as he gets comfortable. Leon’s fingers tap against the arm-rest, seemingly lost in thought. You couldn’t feel anymore awkward, agitatedly playing with your fingers in your lap.

“Can’t you just tell me what he likes?” you blurt out, growing desperate, “you guys talk about that stuff, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Leon says, leaning forward, his forearms resting on his knees. “Just do what feels natural. Sex isn’t supposed to be something you spend weeks worrying about.”

It’s surprisingly solid advice…but Leon could’ve told you all of this over text. You cross your arms over your chest, pouting slightly.

“But what if he doesn’t like it?” you mumble, averting your gaze.

“Then he’ll tell you,” he says, hands clasping together. Leon gives you another once-over, tilting his head. “Go get changed, let’s see those outfits.”

You nod, tugging your bag into his bathroom and pull on your first outfit. It’s a pretty dress, flowy and a little short, but you’d figured it’d be a good pick.

“What do you think?”

Leon’s eyes flick up to meet yours, silently evaluating the dress. His brows furrow for a moment, something imperceptible passing through his eyes before he shakes his head. A sigh escapes you, but you disappear back into his bathroom obediently to pull on your next outfit.

Leon doesn’t like that one. He doesn’t like the one after either. Your patience is running thin by the time you’ve changed into your fourth outfit, a nice top and skirt. You tuck your hair behind your ears, staring at yourself in the mirror. You look cute, at least from your perspective. You don’t understand what he finds so unappealing about your sense of style. Leon’s eyes barely drift over you before he’s shaking his head again. 

“Pass,” Leon drawls, looking bored out of his mind as he slouches in his chair. Irritation festers inside of you, teeth gritting together as Leon simply ignores you, scrolling through his phone.

“This is cute!” you protest, looking down at the outfit you put together, “I look cute!”

“If that makes you feel better, then keep telling yourself that,” he replies, not sparing you a second glance. 

“You’re the worst!” you snap, stomping back into the bathroom.

Your temper gets the best of you when you scrutinize your irritated reflection, cheeks flushed with anger, the stress of being here with Leon bubbling past your own breaking point. You tug your top off, along with your bra, bathroom door slamming open as you move to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“How about now, asshole?”

Leon’s eyes widen when he sees your bare chest, surprise making his grip on his phone falter, the device falling towards the carpeted floor as he stares at your tits. His jaw seems to go slack, a sharp breath of air getting sucked in as he stares for a bit longer. You glare at him, chest rising and falling, watching as his gaze dips over the curve of your waist. 

“They’re just tits,” he says nonchalantly.

Leon’s expressions betray his true emotions, however. You catch the bob of his throat as he swallows, the subtle clench of his jaw as he stares at your tits. Your eyes dip down between his thighs and a small smile spreads across your face when you spot the bulge forming in his shorts.

“Do you like ‘em?” you ask, tilting your head.

“What?” Leon sputters, his cheeks flushing lightly.

“Do you like ‘em?” you repeat, taking a step closer, “my tits, Leon.”

He swallows again, trying and failing to look away from your tits. “They’re fine,” he manages out after a moment, “normal, or whatever.”

That makes a frown pull at your lips. Your head tips down, taking in your own breasts. They weren’t anything special, but you thought they looked nice, at least. Embarrassment has your skin crawling, cheeks heating up when you realize how stupidly you’ve been acting. 

You move to turn on your heel, but Leon stops you, his hand curling around your wrist. He tugs you forward, your feet stumbling slightly as he pulls you until you're standing between his spread legs.

“Maybe I should feel them,” Leon offers, peering up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, “might- might help me judge a bit better.”

Surprise flits across your face, heat shooting through your body. You really shouldn’t let him do this, you shouldn’t even have your tits out in the first place but when Leon’s hand lands on your waist, all rational thought seems to leave you.

“Okay,” you whisper, “you can touch.”

Both of Leon’s hands are on your waist now, sliding upwards. You bite your lip to stifle a whine, back arching to push your chest into his touch when his thumbs brush the underside of your breasts.

Leon lets out a low hum, stroking his thumb over the same place again, staring intently at your hardened nipples. His fingers reach for them, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he tugs lightly before letting go, watching as your breasts move at the sensation.

“Gonna let me taste ‘em too?,” he asks, pinching your nipples again before rubbing his thumbs over your areolas. 

“T- taste?” you echo, feeling your breath catch in your throat when Leon leans forward, his touch growing greedier as he grasps at your tits, squeezing the fat roughly. Your legs shake slightly, little twitches running up through your body and Leon notices, pulling you closer, his hands on the backs of your thighs as he helps you climb up onto his lap.

You can feel how hard he is when your cunt presses up against his clothed cock, a low whine slipping out of you at the feeling. Leon grins, squeezing your breasts a few more times, seemingly taken with tugging your nipples and watching your breasts bounce back into place. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “just let me put my mouth on you, hm?”

A single nod leaves you and Leon takes it as permission to kiss the space between your breasts. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, peppering soft kisses around your breast and over your nipples. Leon’s tongue lolls out before long, a groan emanating from him as he pulls you flush against him, his hips bucking up into your clothed cunt.

You gasp, fingers settling in his hair, pulling his head closer. Leon’s mouth opens wider, sucking your tit into his mouth, tongue flicking across your nipple harshly as he silently urges your hips to move against him. You do as he wants, grinding against his lap, mewling when he sinks his teeth into the fat of your tit. He switches his attention to your other tit, sucking it into his mouth, pressing his hand into your back to make your chest jut out so that he can get more of you into his mouth.

“Do oh- do you like my tits now, Leon?” you ask breathily.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah,” he mumbles out drunkenly, “love your tits, baby.”

A light flush covers your cheeks when Leon pulls away, both of your chests rising and falling. He stares up at you, perched on his lap prettily, his hands squeezing at your waist soothingly. Your hazy eyes dip down to his lips, fingers tightening into his shirt as you imagine his lips on yours.

That would make everything all the more real however, so you refrain, simply peering down at him. Leon can see the uncertainty that makes you squirm, the flash of guilt that seems to dim down the spark in your eyes. He doesn’t exactly like the situation either, what the two of you are doing, but when your lower lip juts out into a cute, little pout, Leon wonders what might’ve been if he’d gotten to you first. 

“We should stop,” he says after a while, fingers tapping the sides of your thighs. 

“Yeah,” you murmur, humiliation flitting across your face, “we should.”

Leon helps you get off his lap, smoothing his hand over the ruffles in your skirt. It’s a weirdly considerate action and too out of place for him. You disappear into the bathroom, pulling your top back on. Leon waits for you, his eyes dipping to the bulge in his shorts. It’s uncomfortable, his half-hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

A heavy sigh leaves him, his hand reaching down to adjust himself before you come out. 

“Thank you for letting me come over,” you mumble as he walks you over to his door.

“Don’t mention it,” Leon murmurs, his voice low.

Don’t mention it. You know deep down you won’t be mentioning anything to your boyfriend. 

You go to open the door, but before you can, Leon’s stepping up behind you, his chest pressing into your back as he cages you in against the door. A soft whine spills out of you when he wraps his arms around your waist, his face pressing into the crook of your neck.

“You’re making things difficult,” he says, voice muffled with how closely he’s pressed his face into your neck.

“I- I’m leaving,” you retort weakly, managing to get your hand on the doorknob. 

He hums, pressing one of his hands against the door, keeping it shut.

“Leon,” you sigh exasperatedly, “we can’t. You’re the one who said we should stop.”

“If I hadn’t said that, would you have stayed?”

The question hangs in the air. Your silence is answer enough. Leon’s mouth on your tits had been more than enough to convince you to stay, the memory of his clothed cock pressed up against your panties making you bite back another whine. His hand has begun to slide to your leg, smoothing up over your skin and under your skirt.

“Tell me,” Leon coaxes, his fingers grazing your panties, “would you have stayed?”

A strangled gasp is your response as he presses the pads of his fingers up against your panties. Leon lets out a low laugh, landing a soft kiss to your neck, his fingers rubbing at your cunt through the fabric of your panties.

Your head tips forward, forehead pressing against the door and mouth opening in a silent moan when Leon rubs faster. He trails kisses down your neck before nuzzling into the crook of it, pressing you against the door harder to grind his cock into your ass.

“C’mon, baby,” he urges again, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I- I hate you,” you grit out but you rock your hips across his hand anyways, wanting more friction against your pussy.

Leon clicks his tongue, drawing his fingers away.

“Ngh- nooo,” you whine, trying to get his hand back to where you want him to touch you, “Leon!”

It’s too late though, Leon’s already unlatched himself, taking a few steps back to put some space between you two. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts, pursing his lips as he stares down at you.

“You’re a piece of shit, Leon.”

“You know, that makes me less inclined to want to touch you.”

“Fine,” you say, throwing your hands up, “I’ll just do it myself.”

“W- what?” Leon blurts out, gaze fixated on the sway of your hips as you push past him. He watches as you settle down onto his couch, your head tipping back as your hand disappears under your skirt and slips past the band of your panties.

A soft sigh escapes you when you touch yourself, eyes fluttering shut. You’re wet thanks to Leon, body squirming as your fingers circle your swollen clit to find some relief. 

“Fuck,” Leon hisses, watching as you masturbate on his couch without a care in the world. His cock throbs painfully and he’s dropping to knees before he can stop himself, hands grabbing at your legs.

“No,” you glare at him when he tries to pull your panties down, swatting his hand away.

“Please?” he pleads, eyes darkened with lust, “baby, please? I- I just wanna see.”

“‘m not your baby,” you grouse, trying to shove his face away as your fingers slide through your slick folds.

“You could’ve been,” Leon mutters.

He looks a little bitter and you raise your brows in question. “You hate me.”

“No I don’t,” he replies, nuzzling into your knee, lips pressing against your skin in a gentle kiss, “I want you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you murmur, rolling your eyes when he manages to capture your wrist in his hand, stopping you from pushing him away. A soft gasp escapes you when he curls his arms over your thighs, spreading you open for him.

“Been wanting to fuck you ever since he brought you ‘round,” Leon whispers, peppering kisses to your inner thighs, “you’re so pretty.”

You mewl, hips bucking as he pulls your panties down your legs. Leon’s eyes darken as your fingers move, spreading apart the folds of your pussy so he can get a good look.

“Fuck,” he groans, “pussy’s so fucking wet, baby.”

Your fingers run through his soft hair, pulling his head closer. Leon goes more than willingly, his tongue lolling out to lick a stripe up your pussy. He lets out a guttural moan, arms tightening around your thighs, hands disappearing up your top to squeeze at your tits as he all but shoves his face into your cunt.

“You- oh- you should apologize, Leon,” you whisper, pushing his head away when he tries to suck your clit into his mouth. “You didn’t like any of my outfits and you were mean.”

“Are you serious?” he asks, trying to nuzzle back into your pussy.

You nod, and he groans, half-lidded eyes never straying from your leaking cunt. 

“‘m sorry,” he breathes out, inching closer and managing to land a soft kiss to your aching clit, “‘m sorry, okay? I was an asshole and fuck-” Leon shudders, nudging past your hand to kiss your clit again as his eyes meet yours, “I didn’t him to want to see you like that, all pretty and dolled up.”

There’s a strange fluttering sensation in your chest, heart skipping a beat at his confession. You stare down at him, letting him kiss your clit one more time before you rub your fingers through your folds, pressing your slick fingers against his mouth. Leon moans, mouth opening, sucking your fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them.

“Don’t stop,” you mumble when Leon licks your pussy again.

He hums, squeezing at your tits, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as he eats you out. Soft mewls spill from your mouth, hips rocking to meet his mouth, back arching to press more of yourself against him.

You jerk in his grasp, an involuntary twitch running through your body when he strokes the pad of his thumb over your clit gently, his tongue burying itself inside of you. 

“Leon,” you whine, tugging at his hair while your head tips back, “‘m close.”

He doubles his efforts when you say that, pinching your nipples roughly as he slurps and sucks at the wetness of your pussy. The sounds are lewd, the soft smack of his lips around your slick folds and aching cunt making you flush.

“Taking my fingers so good,” he whispers, pushing two of his fingers inside of your cunt and cooking them so that they brush against your sensitive spot.

You fist his hair tighter, moans growing louder as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, his mouth latching onto your clit, tongue flicking and stroking across the swollen bud before sucking hard.

“Ah!” you squeak out, shoving his face further into your cunt, thighs trapping his face and squeezing tight as you cum, body shuddering and toes digging into his back, “Leon!”

Leon groans into your cunt, taking your orgasm eagerly, sucking and licking at your wetness, drinking it down. He huffs a breath when you try to push his head away, moving your hand away to lick over your pussy despite your twitching thighs and the painful grip you have on his hair.

He pulls away finally with a kiss to your clit, grinning up at you, his eyes hazy with lust. The lower half of his face is wet and Leon licks his lips before leaning towards you, his nose nudging against yours.

“Kiss me, sweetheart.”

You whine, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. He stares up at you, lips parted and you lower your head, hesitation and guilt forgotten as you press your lips against his. Leon lets out a contented sigh, his arms wrapping around your waist, lips moving against yours eagerly.

He gets off of his knees and crawls on top of you instead, hips slotting between your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist, kissing him languidly and gasping into his mouth when he grinds his clothed cock against your bare cunt.

“Want it?” he whispers, trailing kisses down your neck, “want my cock, baby?”

“We- we shouldn’t,” you whisper weakly, watching as he sits back to pull his shirt up over his head.

You gulp nervously when you see his bare upper half, cunt clenching at the sight of his muscled abdomen and thick biceps. Leon ignores you, his lips slotting over yours again, hand caressing your waist soothingly.

A sigh leaves you, hands smoothing over his shoulders to pull him closer. He stares down at you, panting softly, his face pressing into the crook of your neck.

“You’re right,” he murmurs.

Neither of you make any moves to detach from each other however, Leon’s hand stroking over your hair as he grunts and rocks his hips against your cunt again.

“Just- shit- just the tip,” Leon offers, groaning when he feels your hands on his chest, “just the tip, baby.”

You whimper into his mouth when he kisses you again, fingers creeping down to pull at his shorts impatiently. 

“D- doesn’t count if it’s just the tip,” you agree breathlessly, hand wrapping around his fat cock.

“Yeah,” Leon says, his voice shaky, “yeah, doesn’t hah- doesn’t count if it's just the tip.”

Leon mutters out a curse when your thumb swipes over the sensitive head of his cock, kissing you roughly as he grasps his cock, pumping it a few times. You watch, flushed and eager as he presses his cock against your folds, rubbing it against you.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he snarls, moving his cock and slapping it the tip of it against your swollen clit, smearing pre-cum across your folds. “‘m gonna make you forget about him,” Leon slurs, “gonna make you mine, sweetheart.���

He presses the tip of his cock into you and you whine, clawing at his biceps, feeling the initial stretch of his cock. Leon grunts, his face pressing back into the crook of you neck, fucking you shallowly.

“Bet my entire cock would feel good,” he mumbles, kissing your neck, “wouldn’t that be nice, baby? My fat cock filling you up?”

“But- but we can’t,” you babble, gasping when he pushes his cock in a little more, “Leon- oh fuck-”

Your words die on your tongue when Leon drives his hips into you, cock filling you up completely. A strangled moan leaves you, head tipping back as you cry out, Leon groaning as he pounds his hips into you.

“Take it, sweetheart,” he grunts, hand smoothing over your hair as he kisses your cheek messily, “doing so good, made to take my cock, my sweet girl.”

The praise is making your eyes roll to the back of your head, legs tightening around his hips as your nails claw down his back.

“Kiss,” you whine, lips parting for Leon, “kiss me.”

Leon lets out a low growl, his lips crashing onto yours, cock dragging in and out of your clenching walls rapidly. The sounds of your skin clapping together fills his apartment, but you’re too cockdrunk, too utterly gone to have any care in the world. All you can think about is his weight on top of your body, his lips dragging across your skin, his cock pounding into you.

“Squeezing me so tight,” Leon moans, “gonna make me cum, baby.”

You nod rapidly, cunt clenching around him as the coil of pleasure in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

“Leon!” you wail, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, body twitching.

“Cum,” he grunts, squeezing your hips tightly, “c’mon baby, cum on my cock. Be a good girl and cream my fucking cock.”

His lips slot over yours and you whimper, kissing him back needily as you shake in his grasp, orgasm racking through you as you cum. 

“Fuck-” Leon whispers, feeling the clench of your cunt around his cock, “baby, baby, baby.”

His hips stutter, his head falling between your breasts, soft pants filling the air as he cums. Leon’s hot cum floods your pussy, another whimper escaping you as you feel his cock twitch. 

You both lay there, chests heaving.

“I hate you,” you whisper, running your fingers through his soft hair.

“Yeah,” Leon rasps, “I know.”

He kisses you anyways. 

-

Your boyfriend’s been promoted.

It’s how you find yourself here, latched onto his arm as he talks with his colleagues with a tight smile on your face. Unfortunately for you, Leon happens to work at the same place which is why you spend most of your time trying to avoid him.

You’d tried to get out of attending the anniversary dinner, too ashamed and sick to your stomach, but your boyfriend had pleaded with you, which had only made you feel guiltier.

You can’t escape Leon’s gaze either. His eyes bore into you no matter where you go in the spacious venue and it gets to the point where you’re telling your boyfriend that you need to get some fresh air. There’s a fire escape and you take your chance, pushing past the heavy door to suck in a deep breath of the cool night air. The expanse of the city lies out before you, buildings lit up and roads bustling with traffic. You rub your aching temples, eyes squeezing shut. 

Unfortunately, you don’t get to cool down for long, not when Leon’s joining you. He looks as handsome as ever, especially in a suit, his hair combed back neatly.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Go fuck yourself, Leon,” you hiss out, pointing your finger at him accusingly.

A lazy grins spreads across his face, his arm curling around your waist to pull you flush against him. Your hands land against his chest, breath hitching when he lowers his head, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

“Fuck me yourself, hm?”

You end up bent over the railing with Leon’s fat cock stuffed inside of you. He grips your hips roughly, groans as you cry out into the night, peppers kisses over your shoulder and shoves his fingers into your mouth while he whispers sweet nothings to you. 

“You’re my girl.”