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another vent in the tags ugh i should try and do something nice rn
#my pains got so bad again that i threw up again#it's tiring because. i can't even eat atp without worrying about whether it'll make me feel so nauseous i throw up#the doctors wanted to try another new medicine but its put straight in the rear and. shouldnt be shit out. and. yknow. IBD ....#so i obviously do shit it out like immediately ... bcus i cant help it#i probably have to call them on monday to let them know ive started throwing up too#couldnt even go upstairs today without taking breaks bcus of the stomach pains#and theres so much blood all the time#i need to. think about something to distract myself from this bcus i know i shouldnt be ashamed of my condition and i cant help it#but im ashamed anyway and im frustrated and hate myself because i cant do anything else but lie down rn. cant even sleep for the most part#i get like 2 hours sleep max in a day#i kinda wanna draw my apex oc but i suck at designs and idk how to design her clothes LMAOAOA#just wanna draw her interacting w people tbh#also i want more alter content but idk what to make#i just love her
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So much change going on with apex since Iâve returned (as always) but still managed 4 BR wins seperate occasions đŞ
#gaming#gamers#text#playstation#ps5#apex#apex legends#psn#still toxic gameplay from others and myself but hey! donât mess with me :-)#straight shooter?! what?!#glad big team deathmatch is back tho#some maps im getting better at#seem to do better when I take breaks in between playing#having a life basically lol#still no idea how the battle packs work đŤĄ#gaming multiplayer#multiplayer shooter#think bf has ditched cod now too lol#should really edit some of my gameplay#never seem to complete a season badge bar one which was like a. season or two ago#donât even have all legends unlocked ��#some I cba to try out#right place right time
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â synopsis: tsukishima has always struggled wrapping the stupid bandages on his fingers. the new manager seemed to know how, but his pride was too stuck up for him to ask help. luckily, you knew him too well.
â warnings: swearing, blood
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The ball slams onto the squeaky floor, the synthetic leader creasing as it meets the shined court. Tsukishima smirks at his opponentsâ quick glance at the rolling ball.
âWas that your best, King?â
âShut up,â Kageyama sneers. Hinata forbearingly chases after the ball. The blonde smirks, adjusting his glasses.
His legs ache, though he didn't have the care to complain nor request to take a break. Testing his endurance was goodâhe still had limits to test, he still had so much energy to drain. He wasn't going to waste his time tending for the ache.
Something that he wouldn't mind wasting his time on though, was fixing the bandages around his ring and index finger. They were loosening up, untucked from one another. So he looked at Daichi, motioned to his fingers, and his senior's approving nod permits his body to exit the court and onto the bleachers.
"When was the last time you changed those, bruh?" Tanaka blurts. He rubs his hand on his shaved head, his sweat dripping off his temples. "That shit's dirty."
"Just this morning. I'm not unhygienic." Tsukishima bluntly replies. "It got dirty from the ball. Have you seen that thing? When was the last time you changed those balls?"
Sugawara sits beside him, his towel being patted on his forehead. "Two years ago, probably."
Tsukishima fiddles with the thin straps of his bandages, tucking it underneath the wrapped gauze, but it irritates him when it refuses to stick. So he tries and he tries again; from the court to the bleachers, he thinks. A person could only do so much trying.
"Hey, (l/n)!"
His head snaps towards your direction, seeing you enter with a bag full of refilled water bottles. He'd politely take the bag off your shoulders, showing chivalry to remove the image of his isouciant demeanor. But Daichi had already beaten him, as well as carrying the other two bags brought by Yachi and Shimizu.
His fingers absentmindedly twirl and twirl as he stares from afar. His heart pounds uncremeniously against hist chest, like the sound of continuous free spiking against the court floor. He dislikes the feeling of sudden emotions.
But when you were the end of those emotions, he'd bear his hatred.
And Tsukishima had been staring for too long that he hasn't noticed you approaching him with that kind, everloving smile. He doesn't return it.
"Kei," you softly greet. His first name, never given verbal privilege to say but somehow it just felt right for you to say it. "Struggling with that?"
"Hm? O-oh. Yes," his back straightens, forearm on his knee. You sit down beside him but not beside him. He feels like whining. "Can't get the stupid thing wrapped properly."
"I can helpâ" you offer.
"I got it," Tsukishima tucks his arm against his chest like it was something you'd steal from him. You laugh through your nose. "Not my first time doing it."
"Just let me help," you wrap your hand on his wrist and yank it towards you, the bandage seamlessly falling off his calloused palm onto your lap. Tsukishima feels heat rising to his earsâ feels the obnoxious stares of his teammates smiling teasingly as they bounce the balls from their hands to the floor.
And so your soft fingers caress against his, your thumb in the apex of his palm as you hold his hand firmly. Tsukishima puts the weight of his hand on yours, watching your eyes meticulously follow the movement of your fingers wrapping the dirty bandage around his ring and pinkie finger.
"Your scar looks cool," you say. "Where'd you get that?"
"From, uh, Ushijima's spike during our match against Shiratorizawa." His voice falters with embarrassment. "He was strong. An idiot though," he adds the last remark to aid his ego.
"Wow, Kei complimenting Ushijima."
"Followed by an insult," he looks up at you through his eyelashes and feels like he could collapse on the spot. Suddenly the ache on his legs didn't bother him anymore, like they'd been healed by your essence.
You tuck the bandage in. "He may be strong, but he can't block like you," you take his hand in yours and lightly tap it with the other one before standing up. You pick up a waterbottle from your bag and offer it to him. "Drink up. Can't have you dehydrated."
Tsukishima takes the bottle from you. You smile at him, and the edges of his lips quirk up to give you a half-smile, like some sort of gratitude. And you walk away from him.
He could've done a lot more than just speak like he wasn't thankful for your assistance. Instead he watched you walk away, wistfully.
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Stupid fucking fingers.
There's blood dripping on the asphalt ground. Tsukishima hisses, Hinata gasps and covers his mouth.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He had bowed so much his back could break. Tsukishima didn't care, he only wanted to shove his entire fist up Kageyama's laughing ass.
Blocking balls was one thing. Blocking Hinata's spike, however...
"Idiot," he says lowly, though loud enough to enlighten Hinata of his disdain. "Shit, could you be careful next time, Shoyo?"
"What's going on?" You exit the gym, locking it behind you. "Is that blood?"
"Yes! Because this Pipsqueak thought we were on some real match. Spiked it at me when we're only three feet apart!"
"Calm down, Kei."
And then he did. He did calm down. His chest went back to it's steady pace as he clutched his hand, the blood's flow weak. You walk towards him and take his hand in yours, then you drag him to the locker room.
"Please don't tell me your scar opened."
He could laugh at that sentence, then again not everyone knows everything. He shakes his head and rubs his nose. "Just a wound from one of my fingers."
"Okay, sit here." He sits on a chair as you reach for the first aid kit.
Tsukishima likes you.
Straight to the point, he admits it to himself that he likes you, and he's proud of that. He could never admit that to anyone else though. Maybe it's because you were nice, and he couldn't bring himself to be mean to you and if he ever was, you put him in his place. Maybe he likes you because you're beautiful. Not just pretty, but beautiful. And you were skillfull at bandaging his fingers. That hit a special spot in his heart.
You sit on the desk in front of him and he offers his hand willingly, placing it on your thigh. You dabbed the antiseptic covered cotton on his bleeding wound. Tsukishima barely hisses from the pinching pain. Instead, he looks at you from the scratched lens of his glasses.
You look at him, laugh a little, and push his glasses up his nose.
Tsukishima blushes.
"Be careful next time, Kei," you advice, placing the cotton aside and start bandaging up his wound. "You're the smart one in the group. They could all go to shit if you get injured."
"Eh, I have you to heal me," his words slip past his lips before he could think about what he would say. His eyes widen a little. And his blush, could it be from embarrassment as you noticed his reaction, or could it be from the way you smile at him and massage the lines in his palm as a retort.
"You're cute," you raise a brow, tucking the bandage in.
"You wrap my bandages all the time." He puts his hands on his lap. And you still sit there, in front of him, on the desk. "You're my little healer."
"Is "little" an insult or?"
Tsukishima laughs. He laughs. Then he takes your hand and plays with your fingers, his fingertips tracing every ridge, every bump of your hand. You watch him as he does so, feeling yourself smile bigger and bigger at every second.
So he takes that chance to lace your hands together. You both blush, looking away from one another.
"Take it as an insult," he finally says. "Healer? Don't take it as an insult. I'll be calling you that from now on, though."
You roll your eyes, jumping off the desk. "Okay, Kei."
You both leave the locker room, hands still together, and his bandage still intact.
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ANIMALS- L. HOWLETT
Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 636 (quick drabble lol)
Summary: You and Logan play a game of hide and seek while you have the manor to yourselvesâŚ
Warnings: Smut implied, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, a little degrading, size kink, Logan being a dommmm, priminalish? Logan, swearing, teasing, grinding etc
âbaby iâm prayin on you tonight, hunt you down and chew alive just like animals, animals like animals⌠baby you think that you can hide, i can smell your scent for milesâŚâ- animals, maroon 5
You counted your breaths, trying to steady them. A quick, sharp inhale.
One, two, three, four. Out.
You gripped the bannister of the oak headboard, squeezing yourself in a corner by the back of the bed. It wasn't long now before he found you.
It was a chase. A hunt, a hound sniffing out his prey.
You and Logan had made a deal- your agreement more a joke then anything, but nonetheless- you were here, in hiding.
âIf I catch you, I get to fuck you.â He smirked , flipping his pocket knife in the air, fidgeting around between his fingers like the blade was nothing. You laughed, eyeing him up suspiciously.
âYou get to fuck me, hm?â
âYeah sweetheart. Anyway that I want.â
Well you had never backed down from a challenge, especially not from him. As your boyfriend it was his job to rile you up- and to get you going. You couldnt say you minded it though.
So now you were here, a hand gently held against your mouth, as you tried to slow your heartrate down. You knew he had heard you, there was no way he hadnât. The manor was empty, everyone gone on either summer break, a mission or were just out for the day.
It was when you and Logan could have your fun. The real fun.
Your footsteps surely echoed down the grand hallways, bouncing off the oak furnishings and dozens of old paintings hung. It was only a matter of seconds now, before he found you.
You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, wetness coating the apex of your thighs. Your skin turned hot to the touch, heart beating so loud you could hear it rattling as if it were a fly buzzing in your ear.
Sure enough, the clack of his boots stopped at the doorway, pushing it open slowly. It creaked so loudly you winced.
âCmere pretty, pretty girl. Come to daddy.â he chuckled, tormenting you with his slow and stead stride.
You heard an armoir open, then slam shut. He was toying with you.
âI know you're in here baby. I can smell ya.â
One, two, three, four. One, tw-
You let out a loud yelp as two large arms caged you in, sweeping you off your feet as if you were a sack of potatoes. âCaught ya.â he whispered teasingly in your ear, throwing you on the bed.
You bounced with an oof, scrambling back as he pounced on you. âMghm Lo-â you whined as he tore your top off with such ferociously you feared his claws would come out.
âYou like running from me baby? You like the chase hmm.?â You nodded, gasping as his denium clothed knee pushed your legs apart, leaving you to grind shamelessly on his knee âYeah, yeah I know you do. Fuckin slut.â
âF-fuck..â you stuttered as he pinned your hands above your head, letting you ride him. âSuch a needy girl.â he cooed at you, mocking your moans and whimpers as he tugged down your shorts.
âSheâs so needy too. Should I give her what she wants?â he asked, eyes greedily taking in the wet patch on your underwear. You clenched at the mere sound of his voice, panties dripping wet. Soaked. âPlease Lo- you have to-â
âI have to what hm? I donât think I have to do anything. Youâre not in control here, princess.â You sucked in a gasp as his hand slithered down your underwear, large fingers coaxing you as they lightly brushed your clit, pinching it.
âPretty girl.â he cooed, sliding a finger down past your folds, to pump deep inside you, curling until he hit the spot that had you seeing stars. âStretchin ya out baby, cause youâre too tight. Always so tight fâme. Iâm gonna fill you up so good, just the way you like baby. Such a tiny lil thing, you just wanna get wrecked hm?â
You were beyond flustered, muscles tensing as he picked up the pace- your toes curling. âYouâre doing so good princess. But you gotta take my cock now, mâkay?â
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25 // Watching porn together // Ideas
Summary: Wanda and Y/N spend some quality time together.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: enchanted strap, porn, dirty talk, blow job
Word count: 1k
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The television flickered with images of a couple, or theyâre assumed to be a couple, making out naked. It was a man and a woman to shake things up a bit, and I was watching intently while Wanda traced shapes on my belly with her fingertips.
âIf I had a cock,â I started, threading my fingers through her hair and grabbing a fistful, forcefully, but gently. âIâd force you down on it like this.â
I guided her head down on my crotch, getting wet just from the image of her pretending to suck my imaginary cock. I let out a low moan, biting my lip as I continued to bob her head up and down.
âY/N âŚâ she giggled softly, slapping my hand away from her head. âI do that anyway with your strap.â
âYeah, but a real cock.â I brought my hand down to the juncture of my thighs and stroked my invisible dick. âJust being able to feel your mouth, hot and wet, and cum all over you.â I shuddered. âA dream.â
âA dream?â She questioned, the couple on the television now fucking doggy style. âA dream I can turn into a reality.â
My eyes got wide, excited, and urged her to continue.
âI can enchant your strap, make it feel like your own dick - if youâd like me to.â
âYes! I-I mean,â I blushed, embarrassed at my answer. âThat would be really âŚâ
âIâd love for you to cum inside me.â She whispered against my lips. âFill me with your babies.â
âOh fuck, Wands.â I whimpered, absolutely soaked at this point, the sounds the woman in the video was making were not helping.
She smiled, stroking her hand along my abdomen.
âDo you wanna feel how wet I am for you? How tight I am?â
âOh god, yes, please.â I was begging now. I needed this. I needed her.
âPromise youâll make me take it all.â
âI swear on everything precious in this world that youâll take every drop of my cum.â
She giggled, reaching over me to grab the strap we already had taken out in preparation for this night. She brought it over to the apex of my thighs and her eyes went red, the toy becoming my appendage in less than a second.
âOh shit, fuck,â I cursed under my breath, the new feelings very overwhelming. âThis is âŚâ
âThis is amazing. I was hoping it would work.â
âHoping?â
She looked down at it and shrugged.
âThis is the first time Iâve tried it. But Iâve thought about it. A lot.â
She brought her hand down to it, letting her fingers slide along the tip. My hips jerked and I shuddered under her touch, unable to control this new piece of me.
âYouâll get used to it in time.â She said, reading my mind. âYour thoughts are so loud, Iâm sorry.â
âIâm glad youâre listening to my thoughts because Iâm not sure words are going to work for me in a few minutes.â
She smiled up at me and gave me a peck on the lips before sliding down my body, bringing her face to my brand new cock and pressing a kiss to the tip.
âHoly shit, Iâm already gonna bust.â
âDonât.â She giggled. âI want you to do it inside me.â
âI promise nothing.â
She took it into her mouth and I let out a low, needy groan, threading my fingers through her tousled locks and pushing her head down onto me. She was so wet and hot and I needed more.
She took as much of it as she could in her mouth before she started to gag, pulling off of it and trying again. I could feel my entire body tightening and the coil in my belly was just about to break. Is this what virgin boys felt like?
Hearing my thoughts once again, she pulled off of me, straddling my hips and nestling my cock between her soaking wet folds. She grinded herself against me and I cried out pathetically, needing to be inside her already. I grabbed her hips and she took my hands in hers, holding them up above my head.
âStay.â She whispered, her magic slipping from her fingertips to wrap around my wrists, holding me down.
My mouth fell open as I watched her sliding up and down cock, just barely slipping inside her with every thrust.
âPlease. Please, baby.â
âPlease, what?â She breathed out, her clit rubbing against my length.
âPlease, I need to be inside you. Please.â
She bit her lip, bracing herself as she eased herself down on my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and I got lost in the pleasure. She bounced up and down on top of me, her hungry cunt squeezing me as she worked on getting us both off.
âWanda - Iâm not - Iâm gonna -â
Her thrusts got faster, stronger, and I literally could not control myself any longer. I fought against her magic, trying to touch her, but she held me down, which only turned me on further, and I came inside her, the amount of cum that spurt out of my dick immeasurable. She moaned loudly as I filled her up and I watched as it spilled out of her. She continued to fuck my cum back into her.
âOh fuck, Y/N, Iâm gonna cum.â
I watched as she threw her head back and came, her pussy milking my cock and causing my legs to shake. It was too much. I rutted up against her, my hips jerking as she continued to milk me for all that I was worth. I could hear the couple on the t.v. moaning, fucking, and I watched Wanda riding the last of her high out on my dick, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.
âThis movie gave me an idea.â She said softly, her breathing ragged. âI wanna try doggy with the enchanted strap.â
I looked up at her from under hooded eyes, practically spent from just one fuck.
âSâtoo much.â I mumbled and she smiled.
âIs my pussy that good?â She teased and I nodded.
âBest thing Iâve ever felt in my life.â
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you donât own me â- c.sc
â pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader â genre: club owner!seungcheol, established relationship â wc: 1.2k â warnings: 18+ MDNI, possessiveness, jealousy, dom!seungcheol, toxic relationship, spit kink, fingering, unprotected sex (that's a no no), multiple orgasms, creampie, name calling (slut), public sex, exhibitionism
Choi Seuncheol was not a possessive man, or so he says, however, the grip on your thigh told you otherwise. The comments he made minutes ago dragged the silence on and you wished that he would drive faster. If he needed space, by God you would make him regret it.
âListenâŚâ Seungcheol started when he was putting the car into park, unfortunately for him you were out of his grasp and out of the car as soon as it stopped moving. He groaned and slumped in his seat. It was going to be one of those nights. Plastering on your favorite smirk, you approached the door with your boyfriend trailing behind you. Â
Your favorite bouncer smiled at you as you pushed past the entrance, you are always on the list so no need to check your ID. He chuckled to himself as you sauntered in, knowing exactly what kind of night you were trying to have. Â
âWhat did you do this time, boss?â he asked, trying not to laugh.
âMingyu just do your jobâ Seungcheol muttered and the taller man held his hands up in surrender, still smiling.
Choi Seungcheol was not a jealous man, but he knew when something belonged to him. Watching you, his girl, from across the bar flirting with some stranger just because he made some off handed comment about needing space. His grip on his glass tightened, almost sending shards splintering across the freshly waxed bar top.Â
You didnât look at him as he approached, pretending to be interested in the one sided conversation this poor guy was trying to have with you. He was nothing to you besides a pawn in the little games Seungcheol and yourself like to play.Â
Seungcheol pushed past the crowd and gripped on to your seat, spinning it towards him. His eyes were wild and you knew you had riled him up. He didnât even give you a chance to smirk before taking hold of your chin,Â
âOpen up,â he commanded, not even looking at you. Confused, you did as you were told. Without breaking eye contact with the guy you were previously talking to, Seungcheol spit into your waiting mouth. âSwallow that for me,â he gives you two slightly stinging pats on your cheek.Â
Choi Seungcheol knows when something belongs to him, and everyone else should too.Â
With that Seungcheol turned and didnât look back at you. He knew he had you in his grasp now, he knows how to play your game and he beats you at it every time. Wordlessly you rose from your chair and followed him into the hallway where the bathrooms were. He turned to face you hearing your footsteps in the quieter secluded area. Â
âYou always ruin my funâ you blurted into his face, he cocked an eyebrow in response,
âOh really?â he smirked, âI found it funâ he moved closer to you, putting one hand on the wall beside your head.Â
âWell..â you avoided his piercing eyes, âI didnâtâŚâ you knew the comment was in no way convincing.Â
âOh really?â he trailed his other hand across your soft skin, getting higher and higher. You feel his calloused fingers drag up the length of your thigh and under your skirt. His fingers reach the apex of your thighs and you know you canât lie anymore, âDoll, youâre so wet,â he shoves his hand on the wall into your hair and briefly massages our clit through your soaked panties. You have to bite your lip to stop a moan from escaping your lips at the sensation. Â
A whine of protest does tumble out of your mouth when Seungcheol removes the hand under your skirt. He pulls you by your hair off the wall and positions you in front of him and pushes you into the menâs bathroom straight ahead. Once the two of you were through the door you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The visual of yourself being utterly controlled by the man behind you filled your body with heat that rushed straight to your core. Â
Seungcheol pushed you further into the bathroom before letting go of your hair and moving to check the stalls. He all but punched each door open before returning to you.Â
âTurn around,â you did as you were told once more and he wasted no time bending you over the sink in front of you, âTeasing me all night has consequencesâ he rasped, pulling your underwear aside. He almost moaned aloud seeing your glistening cunt on display like this. He easily slipped two fingers in, surprising you. You whined at the feeling of being filled, wishing for more. Seungcheol sets a swift pace, you know he is nervous for someone to interrupt even if he would never admit it. âYou like that?â he watches his fingers disappear and reappear. Â
âYes, oh my Godâ you mewl.Â
âThatâs right, you love my fingers,â he punctuates his sentence by adding a third finger, making you shiver with pleasure, âbut youâre a slut for my cock, isnât that right?â You nod in response, not quite able to form a response. He pulls his fingers almost all the way out of you, âNo you use your words with meâÂ
âY-yes, Iâm your slutâ you choke out. He shoves his fingers into the spot that drives you crazy, coaxing you to the edge. Â
âThatâs what i thought,â you were starting to become overcome with pleasure, âYou can cum now, Dollâ with his permission you let go, white spots overtaking your vision. You cry out from the intensity of the orgasm. Â
You feel Seungcheol pull his fingers out and you hear his belt hit the floor. He pulls his pants down just enough. You hear him spit into his hand and he grunts giving his cock a few pumps. Lining himself up he uses the reminisce of your orgasm as lube. Sliding in easily he gives you a few moments to adjust to the difference between his fingers and his thick cock. Â
He begins thrusting into you, setting yet another bruising pace. Despite the swiftness of his movements you could feel every inch of him each time he pulled out and slammed back into you, you couldnât control the noises coming out of your mouth nor the squelching of your pussy each time. Â
âDollâ he grips your hair in his hand and pulls you up slightly, âLook at you, getting fucked in the bathroom of my club,â he smiles wickedly between thrusts, âLook at yourself getting fucked, donât forget who you belong to.â You look at your own fucked out face and the face behind you twisted with pleasure. You feel a second orgasm creeping up on you. Seungcheol is approaching the edge as well, judging by the fact that his hips are sputtering and he can barely manage to keep quiet anymore. âGonna cumâ he grunts.Â
White hot spurts of him begin to paint your walls white as the coil in your stomach snaps. You take all of it, like the good slut you are. Seungcheolâs hips still, the two of you breathing heavily for a moment. Slowly, he pulls out of you, staring at his seed spilling out of your perfect cunt. He takes a moment to push it back in with his fingers as best he can before sliding your underwear back into place and putting his fingers in your mouth. You clean them off greedily. Â
âHold on to that for me,â he pats your clothed cunt twice, âI will check when we get home later.â Â Â Â
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Okay in all the drama of yesterday's race I feel like we overlooked the F1 movie teaser and we need to talk about what the hell was going on in that.
So we start with 60yo racer Brad Pitt telling the audience and uh someone else that their car is beat on the straights by "Red Bull, Ferrari, Mercedes, Aston and now Mclaren" (as an Alpine fan I understand the plight) and that their only chance of beating the other teams is to battle in the turns and I quote "we need to build our car for combat" (never underestimate Americans and their ability to turn something into a war analogy)
After that bizzare statement the following exchange occurs:
Yeah fuck safety!! The FIA is actually involved with the making of this film if you're wondering.
From here on there isn't actually anymore dialogue and it's just a bunch of racing and track team shots set to 'We will Rock You'. It was here that it dawned on me that this movie is gonna be super bizzare. Despite all the noise about them filming on track at live race weekends it never occured to me the other drivers and teams would actually feature in it. I'm not even sure what I thought they were going to do but I assumed it would involve a lot of CGI.
But nope turns out this is actually just a strange self-insert film where an 11th team featuring 60yo Brad Pitt and his younger teammate will compete against real F1 drivers? The $300 million budget is starting to make sense - maybe they had to pay the other drivers a salary. I think one glaring problem with this is that it means there won't be other characters in the movie (excluding team members of the fake team) because the other drivers and team members are uh real people? Now that would be fine if it was a biopic like Rush where everyone are actors but here we have 2 actors and 20 real drivers (who are quite literally at work btw) and any interaction between them and the actors is gonna break the immersion of the film so badly.
Sidenote here's one of the Apex cars abusing a Williams - not the kind of behaviour that endears me to either of the fake drivers ngl. Probably should have picked a more disliked team to clown on.
Now I actually went and read an interview with the 2 directors to try and work out what is going on. At one point in this interview, Jerry Bruckheimer says: "Itâs the only sport where your teammate is also your competitor, and thatâs great drama in itself. Just think about that; youâre fighting with your own teammate for a place on the podium. And everything we use in the movie actually happened in an F1 race. Nobody can say: âThat would never happen.â It happened."
So in other words the teammates will fight and it will be based on real life events? Yeah unfortunately I'm getting Perez and Ocon in Force India vibes from that (those 2 shots pretty similar huh).
There was also this in the interview which is... I mean I don't really know what to take from this but it's certainly interesting. As an Ocon fan this quite literally strikes fear into my heart (why was he of all drivers named...) but we'll have to wait and see I guess.
#i cannot get over the fact that they dropped $300 million on an f1 self insert movie like what the hell#f1#f1 movie#brad pitt
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Iâm gonna cry plsssss more werewolf jake pls i need him so bad đŤ
pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader
warnings: werewolf! jake + predator / prey + knotting + spit / drool + anal + fingering + pussyjob ?? + biting
đ: you guys can blame lulu for the predator + prey / chase bit because she made me insane đŠˇ
werewolf! jake lives for the chase. he loves to hunt down his little human girlfriend in the woods, letting you get a headstart before running after you and using his canine instincts to track you down. his ears twitch at the sound of twigs snapping, inhaling deeply in the hopes of catching your scent and when he does, his tail wags behind him as he makes his way in your direction.
the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins keep you going, pushing deeper and deeper into the maze of trees, panting heavily as exhaustion creeps up on you, much like, unbeknownst to you, jaeyun was as well.
he makes sure to keep quiet as he sneaks up on you, circling you like the apex predator he is. itâs quiet and you think you still have a fighting chance, until jake finally pounces, forcing you to submit. he uses his inhuman strength to pin you down, face down ass up before shredding your clothes. you do your best to look back at him and the sight almost scares you, heâs grinning wickedly and nearly salivating as he has his way with you.
you lay there, pliant and submissive while jake continues to feel you up, pawing at your tits with one hand as the other slides between your legs, your cunt dripping with arousal and it takes everything in you not to moan when the rough pads of his fingers circle your clit.
âyouâre all mine,â jake starts, eyeing your holes. âi caught you. i can do whatever i want to you, right, pup?â although itâs a question, you know that no matter what you say to him heâll use you however he pleases.
nonetheless you nod your head as best you can, grimacing at the feeling of the dirt beneath you. the werewolf smirks at your confirmation. âattagirl.â
his thick fingers slip inside of your messy cunt and you gasp at the intrusion, walls clamping around him as they fill you up and stretch you out. your juices coat the digits and he pulls them out only to rub the tight rim of your asshole, pushing his middle finger inside and groaning, making sure to lubricate your hole with your own slick.
although heâs impatient, jakey isnât completely cruel. he knows his cock is big, maybe even too big for you, so he finishes teasing your hole and mounts you, gliding his length between your pussy to collect more of your arousal.
itâs thick and wet between your folds, precum dribbling steadily from his tip and you reach for it, using your hand to completely drench his dick and minimize the discomfort of whatâs about to happen.
âthatâs a good pup â fuck â keep strokinâ my cock, just like that.â your hand falters at the praise, mind foggy as fatigue takes its toll on your body. âunless you want it to hurt, i donât mind.â he sneers.
you canât bring yourself to continue and jake takes that as your answer, pulling back to spit on your hole before lining his tip with your entrance. he places a palm on your asscheek, groping and pulling to watch the way your empty hole begs for him.
âgentle, jakey.â
he rolls his eyes. âyeah right.â
he forces his cock into your asshole, pushing deeper until you squeal and squirm. heâs only halfway in and youâre already crying? pathetic, he thinks. despite your struggling, he continues to fuck into you and youâre afraid heâll break you from the girth. will you even be able to take his knot?
it seems youâre the only one worried; jake leans forward and presses his chest to your back, grunting and groaning in your ear as he thrusts into you at a rough pace. tears gather in your lashline, whimpering as he continues to stretch your hole more than you thought possible, driving his cock deep inside.
he nearly howls when you clench around him, his furry tail thumping on the ground and he begs you to do it again, his cock twitching when you obey.
jakeâs orgasm hits him hard, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder, his knot inflating and rope after rope of warm, sticky cum splashes within you, clinging to your walls. thereâs so much of his seed in your ass with nowhere to go, the swollen bulge keeping the two of you locked together.
your wolfboyâs climax was intense and it leaves him drooling, his mouth falls open and his sharp canines are too close to your soft skin, making you squeeze him once again from the fear of them sinking into you.
the vice grip you have on him makes jake almost.. feral and he grounds himself by biting you, teeth tearing into your nape and he growls when you wince, only closing his eyes to wait out his knot after you relax and allow him to keep his canines within you.
#âĄ.signed. sealed. delivered.#âĄ.the honeypot#i dont know whatever#i tried but im Dizzy thinkinf about werewolf jake so idk if i executed this how i wanted to#hope u all like it though <3 mwah#oh im not proofinf this by the way bcs then i will most likely scrap it and now post so ENJOY!!!!! i blacked out writing this#enhypen#jake sim#sim jaeyun#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#jake sim x reader#jake sim smut#sim jaeyun x reader#sim jaeyun smut#does tnis count as monsterfucking or hybrkds idk!!! ill tag both wtvr#đ.monsterfucking#đ.hybrids#đ.biting#đ.knotting#đ.anal#đ.fingering#đ.pussyjob
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you asked for smut requests and i shall deliver. cockwarming max as he plays video games while streaming and riding his thigh??
Max Verstappen x Reader
A/N: Is this too much to ask for? huH GOD?
Warnings: SMUT 18+ Thigh Riding, Cowgirl, Light Mastrubation, Sexting, Slight Cockwarming at the end, not proof read.
It was a quiet night. Max was streaming with Team Redline and you were watching it on your laptop from the couch with your best mates Ben and Jerry. The stream was pretty calm with Max winning the first few rounds. His ego began to grow so much he started slacking a little on the next round, he missed a few apexes and almost crashed. Yet somehow he won that round as well and started playing with Jimmy, putting the sim on autopilot. You were in the mood for a little chaos. So you decided to comment on the stream from your burner account. You found the perfect quip to comment.
sassierthansassy: looks like the world champion loves to just sit back and watch like a pillow princessÂ
âHey, Max. Someone commented, âlooks like the world champion loves to just sit back and watch like a pillow princess. Whatâs your comeback man?â Chris started laughing. Max started searching for the comment on the chat and when he saw it was from your account, he knew exactly what you were doing. But he just laughed it off on the stream. He took out his phone and texted you.Â
Max âĽď¸ : You got a lot of nerve calling me pillow princess when you were the one lying on the bed helpless this morning
You: I wouldnât call eating me out as a lot of work.Â
Max âĽď¸ : Is that why you were praising me?
You: Well I didnât want you to know how disappointing that was, first thing in the morning.
Max âĽď¸ : Schatje careful. You might not like what you get later.
You: Whatâs a little more disappointment?
Max âĽď¸ : Such a brat. Come here and Iâll show you how much I love sitting back and watching.Â
Hook, line and sinker.
You finished up the last spoon of ice cream and walked to the sim room. You quietly opened the door, letting the cats out and stood near his setup, away from the camera. He turned off his video. âUh guys. I think thereâs some problem with the camera. The game lags when I turn it on so Iâm going to turn it off for some time.â You sat on his lap and started kissing his neck but he still refused to take his eyes off the game. He simply smirked and continued navigating on screen. You traced your hands down the waistband of his joggers and started palming him.Â
He was quick to swat your hand away. âNot so fast princessâ He whispered in your ear and patted his thigh. You knew what he meant and got to work straddling his thigh. You rocked back and forth slowly getting yourself more wet by the second. You shut your eyes and got into a steady rhythm, continuing to ride his thigh. Just when you were about to cum, Max lifted you and sat you on his cock. You hadnât even seen him free it, so blissed out chasing your orgasm.Â
You sank into him and started bouncing on his cock. He was still focused on the game, you could hear chatter from his headphones. You needed to feel Maxâs touch. Your entire body was on fire knowing he was so close yet so far away. You started getting whiny. You kissed him and tugged on his hair but he didnât even blink. You rolled your hips lightly and that caught his attention. He drew in a deep breath and continued gaming.
You knew you were breaking him, so you took off your t-shirt, exposing your breasts. You pinched and pulled your nipples. You couldnât let out any noises but that didnât stop you from making pornographic facial expressions. You rolled your eyes and threw your head back as you rode him. Your hand snaked down and started playing with your clit.Â
âFuck schatje. Youâre killing me here.â You heard Max growl. Your eyes widened thinking he said that on stream. You craned your neck to find out he had turned off the stream. You finally broke him. Your smirk was quickly wiped off your face when Max started thrusting into you and sucking your nipples. âSuch a little slut. So needy, had to sext in front of the whole world huh? Isnât so fun when I just sit back and watch? Is it princess?â He questioned you with every thrust.Â
You were so close and let out all the noises youâd been holding back. Max moaned at your noises and started thrusting faster. âMax! Iâm gonna- Fuck!â You screamed as you came all over his cock. He didnât stop and kept thrusting into you. âDonât be so selfish baby. Couldnât even wait for me to cum.â He groaned as he came inside you. The aftershock was insane as you came again. The room fell quiet with only the sound of you breaths bouncing off the walls.Â
Max kissed your head and began to pull out of you. But when you made a protesting noise, he just laughed and pulled you in closer. You might be a handful, but you were his handful.
#max verstappen#f1 imagine#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen smut#lestappen#lestappen smut#f1 smut#f1 x reader
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iâm your national anthem | eren jaeger
the note â this is part two of my lana coded!eren âseriesâ, see part one here. once again my soft spoken and older eren (drooling) spoiling his lovely little wife with everything he can but this time itâs at his place of work after she pays him a visit. itâs not as âcinematicâ as the first part but i like this one a lot and itâs a birthday gift for myself lmao. inspired by national anthem (demo), lana del rey.
contains â nsfw, fem!reader, stupidlyrich!eren, soft husband!eren, established relationship, semi-public sex (there are cameras), office sex, eren in a yummy suit, lotta praise, oral (m. receiving), handjobs, facefucking, vaginal, sex on a desk, backshots, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, panty stealing (kind of), possessive eren, he likes you in a sundress, use of pet names. black reader as always but itâs all subjective so read if you like it my loves <3
wc â 4k words (it was meant to be much shorter lmao)
eren jaeger is a successful man.
many would even stretch out as to say that he's almost won in life. he's made it on the forbes list, attended every exclusive gathering to be thrown in society, racked up hundreds of thousands of dollars in his chequing account; he's a well deserved ceoânot from start up connections, not from nepotismâeren jaeger has worked his way to the top from down below. and while he's considered to have everything a mortal man could ever dream of, eren believes his true fortune lies within you.
"mr. jaeger?" a timid voice calls from the entryway to the conference room, where a suit clad eren stands at the table's apex, which holds a stack of printed papers, with two other shareholders seated at the sides listening in on his presentation.
another thing about eren is that he likes rulesâhe has rules. there are rules employees know not to break; no bribes, no in house disputes, and certainly no entering his boardroom when having a meeting with his shareholders without his request. so when one of his brightest interns shifts uncomfortably under his gaze with a look of fear morphing his facial features, eren knows heâs been asked to do so by someone with more power than even him.
"i take it that my wife is here?" eren breathes, mindlessly running a hand through messy growing hair but still refusing to acknowledge the fact that you came at such an inconvenient time. "could she wait for another twenty minutes? we've almost concluded the contracts."
the sorry smile given by the intern is enough of an answer for him, "i don't think it would be appropriate for me to repeat the words she said, but she didn't give off the impression of wanting to wait long, sir."
soâŚspoiled.
he could already imagine how you would be waiting there; making yourself comfortable up on his desk, legs dangling in your four inch heels and tapping your nails against the glass whilst admiring the photo of the two of you on your honeymoon situated at the desks edge. of course, you would be doing this all with a small pout on your face, ready for you scold him for how long it's taken him to head back to you.
nursing an apologetic smile, he glances towards the man and woman on each side as if silently asking to resume this another time. they wave him off with small laughter, going on about keeping you happy and all the unimportant other things; eren's too preoccupied with going to see you to register their words.
he's quick making his way to the elevator, but not before swiping a single champagne coloured rose from a vase nearby; eren knows he can't show up empty handed, not with you. it's not irregular for you to come to his work so unannounced; at a random time on any given day. you strut around the office like it's yours, you make friends with the secretaries and listen to office gossip like you're one of them, and you tell his assistant all about the plans the two of you have like he doesn't already know. at this point his employees hold you in higher regard than they do him.
it's expected though; seeing how you have their boss contorted around your pretty finger.
your face lights up from it's bored expression when you hear the elevator chime. it takes four of eren's long strides to reach his office doors, and he opens it to a carbon copy of what he'd imagined only minutes ago.
"'ren!" smiling at his tall frame, you open up your arms for him to take. the smell of his rosewood cologne pronounces itself through the hug, which shortly turns into intertwined lips. "missed you." you mutter against his now gloss stained mouth, taking hold of his stubbled chin with long nails to deepen your kiss.
"i missed you too baby, got you this," he mumbles, handing you the flower before steadying his hands on both your sides, essentially baring you to his warm body, "how was your hair appointment?"
"thank you," you soften, casually dipping your nose into the welts of the rose to take in it's scent before continuing, "it was good, didn't take as long as i thought so i wanted to come say hi!" your eyes dilate to black expanses as you properly take him in. eren left early today, so you couldn't get a glimpse of him leaving the house. but seeing him now, with his hair pulled up into it's signature messy ponytail and the blue armani suit you told him buyâyou could quite literally drool.
"it looks good." he takes a piece of your hair before leaving it alone. "and your dress looks real pretty on you."
grinning at his words, you shimmy out of his hold; intentionally ignoring the way his eyes follow the dips, curves and pudge highlighted by the sundress you wear. "so, i thought we could eat some food together."
for the first time since entering the room, his eyes shift from you over to the wicker basket on the nearby sofa.
you're sitting on his lap as he rests in his chair, putting some radish on the cucumber roll before feeding it to your husband, "hope i didn't pull you from anything..."
ahâŚ
eren is a calculated man; he doesn't act irrationally. instead, he thinksâthinks for just a few seconds of possible outcomes depending on what he does. but with you? there's no need for that; you probably knew there was a high chance of him being in a meeting, if you weren't already told that by his assistantâso, as always, he chooses the answer that'll ultimately keep you happy.
"hm? nope, nothing important enough."
"oh, mkay." you nod, taking a mini donut from its cute package and popping it into your mouth. after dusting off your hands, you fiddle with the strands of hair that frame his face, âyou coming home early today? we can watch that movie i was talking aboutâand iâve been dying to get to properly use the theater with you.â
âlet me think about it, princessâbut iâll try.â he sports a boyish smile, accepting the water bottle you hand him before watching you clean up the empty trays and takeout boxes. his words are most definitely for show, that man will be home by six instead of eightâhell, make it five.
perhaps eren jaeger truly has won at life; godâŚyou look alluring, walking around his space with your heels like the place is your own, fragrancing the room with the scent of your lotion mixed with the perfume he gifted you. his wandering eye is fixed to your legs, catching how your dress rides up with every step taken.
âcan feel you starinâ at me.â you tease in a sing-song voice, wiggling your hips as you bend down to pick up fallen trash.
âgood.â his long legs aid him in striding towards your frame, large hands come to rest on your hips from behind. his thumbs begin to rub soft circles on them as he plants a kiss on your forehead, âdid my employees see you in this?â
âduhâi had to see them to see you,â you laugh.Â
you know damn well what this is about, and you find it amusing. for the most part, your husband is a calm man; slow to anger, leans towards calmly solving disputes as opposed to growing aggressive, and when he gets agitated, he takes a break. but at the mere mention of his wife, eren seems to abandon all sensical thoughts of zen he once had.Â
âany of âem stare?âÂ
âdunno.â you respond with a shrug and turn to face eren, smoothing down the collars of his outfit with your hands, âi donât pay attention to any of them. theyâre not you.â
âokay.â he makes his way back to his seat, gesturing to you to follow along. âi really do mean it when i say you look nice in that dressâwell, i always mean it butâŚâ
youâre giggling, standing in between his spread legs while looking down at him, âthanks âren.â
âmhm, iâm the luckiest man in the world.â
ohâŚhe has that tone in his voice again; the rasped one that has your legs pressing together when he speaks. itâs the kind that happens when he gets a lustful glint in his eyesâwhen he wants to fuck you. his hands wander up the fabric of your dress, the feeling of his cold wedding band makes you gasp and steady your hands onto his shoulders for support.
âh-hold on.â
âsomething wrong?â he stills, âif itâs the cameras, iâll get the footage removedâor maybe you want me to get a copy of it?â
ânothingâs wrong.â you shake your head, but make a mental note to ask him to indeed grab a copy before deleting it, âjust want you to relax for a momentâi know i took you out of that meeting.â you speak as slowly and your fingers move down his arms, keeping his eye contact as you lower your knees to the ground. ââm sorry love, i wanted to see you for a bit.â
why are you apologizing? thereâs no need for you to, thereâs never been a need for you to, and eren doesnât think he would ever make you either.Â
âlet me make it up to you.âÂ
you donât let him get much of a word out before youâre unzipping his slacks and palming the prominent bulge that greets your eyes. his body shows itâs gratitude by sinking into your ghostly touch. eren can only breath in sharp inhales as you free his dick from itâs confinement, straightening itself out as translucent pre stumbles from the tip. you shouldnât be shy but eren is big in every sense. and your brain seems to struggle with object permanence; eyes almost blowing open in surprise of how thick he is despite you practically owning it. the phantom ache in your jaw seems to be a warningâyou shouldnât try anything.
but erenâs presence alone overrides all alarms and commands in your brain, and the hazy look he gives you from his seat has you subconsciously wrapping your hand around his base, shifting across the length and tracing the roads and ridges of his veins with your tongue.Â
he sucks his teeth when you pucker your lips at the slightly pinkish tip, feathering a little kiss before letting spit fall from your mouth and onto his cock. the dribble doesnât make it past the head before youâre meeting it with your lips, steadily taking him into your stretched walls. the feeling of the burn from your mouth molding in indecent ways would make you wince if not for the effects erenâs soft groans and breaths have on your cloudy mind.
âsuch a pretty sight. p-pretty fuckinâ view.â a sigh escapes him when you hollow your cheeks. admittedly, itâs nothing like the home he knows your cunt as, but when you bottom out and his tip punches the back of your throat, it seems like the closest thing. it surely is a sight to see: a sweet woman like you, doing something so damn nasty.
your throat tightens with each bob, trying its best to prevent a gag but failing every now and then. still, you plant a hand on his knee for stability to lessen the slight burn in your knees given by the nylon carpet beneath them, and allow the mixture of precum and saliva escape your mouth and dribble everywhere.Â
âoh, fuckâyeah, you got it.â heâs amazed, seeing you take him like a fucking champion, choking all over him without a single complaint. âthatâs my girl.â
despite going nice and slow, you get messyâhis dick fucks up your sensory system. glittery tears breach your water line, threatening to drop and roll as you sniffle away.Â
eren is pulled out of his trance when your mouth escapes him, watching you with a slight furrow in his brow. you gaze at him through your pretty lash extensions, tongue unfurling out for you to tap him on. âtastes so good eren.â
âshitâdonât say that to me.â his whimpers are loud, as loud as his heaves for the same air that seems to avoid him. conscious of the chance that sound could somehow transfer, he drapes his hand across the lower half of his face and captures the guttural groan from his chest.
âyou donât need to be quiet,â your hand grabs hold of his own, carefully guiding it from his mouth to the back of your head. silently, you watch him with admirable and expectant eyes that could make him cum from the sight alone, âdonât you own this place?â
my god⌠you want him to face fuck you, youâre outwardly asking him to do so without a drop of shame. right until your makeup is ruined and a crying mess from how full your mouth is. he doesnât do it oftenâheâs too scared of watching you cough up spit and develop a sore throat the next day for it to happen regularly. besides, eren is a pleaserâvery rarely did he have you like this unless you openly wanted it. but with the look of expectation you have, sniffling and pleading for him to help you like a dutiful husband he promised to be, itâs difficult to him to do anything other than comply.
eren wants to give you a standing ovation watching you submissively relax in his tender hold. with eyes full of love, he steadily lines you up with his tip, counting you to three before guiding you down the length of his cock. your husband starts off slow, keeping a nice pace that makes it easy to inhale enough to go back down. but like all things, it growsâgrows faster. hands tangle in your hair, driving your head down to meet him halfway; you gag and choke and drool out the corners of your mouth, you dig and scratch with your nails, you savour quick inhales that are quickly consumed and leave you with even less air than before.Â
the tip of your nose tickles the pubic hair at his pelvis as he holds your head steady at his base. the cut off of circulation has your eyes going spotty, but the lightheadedness just feels so so so good.
upon seeing the twitch in his brow and the rapid rise and fall of his chest, your breath hitchesâheâs going to cum if you continue. whatever words you attempt to speak translates to vibration that makes his dick jump, so twice, you pat his arm.Â
thereâs a look of panic on his features, ignoring the mess left on his lower body and he releases you from his grasp. almost subconsciously, he pushes all traces of hair from your face, cupping you cheeks and forcing you to look at him, âdid something happen? are you alright? was it too muchâiâm sorry, love.â
âno.â you shake your head, moving from the position in front of him that made your knees ache and buckle. quietly, you turn your back to him, hazardly pressing your body into his desk while your hands tease up the back of your thighs, dragging the dressâs fabric along with it. âjust want you to cum inside, it doesnât feel as good when you donât.â
symphonies ring through his head: eren is sure heâs won at lifeâand heâs going to be selfish with it. youâre his freedomâyour pussy is his national anthem, not the fucking two minute song that rings monotonely in his mind after hearing it. he canât rip his eyes away when your dress climbs up and over your ass; it exposes your thong and itâs practically swallowed by the folds of your pussy, which leaves a damp spot right near its entrance.Â
âoh, erenâŚâ you sigh in relief at the feeling of your hand fumbling to pull your panties to the side for your husband to see just how wet you get on the mere thought of him. your fingers are met with no friction as you slowly rub your clit, nails clacking against each other and you spread the slick that coats your cunt.Â
you pull away from yourself with a string connecting your fingers to your pussy, all before giving it a few love taps once more. ââs all yours.â
itâs all hisâŚwhat a fucking lucky man. your scent has commanding control over him, clinging to his body and moving him towards you like a puppeteer and heâs the woodwork. hands rounding over the fat of your ass, he makes quick work of pulling your thong off one leg and letting it pool at your ankle. heâs not afraid to admit it: eren jaeger will die for this pussyâhis wifeâs pussy.
he makes quick work of you, slotting his dick within your folds, fucking himself up against your clit a few times before convening at your hole. he sheaths himself inch by inch, reveling in the soul snatching grip you welcome him with. the pulsation of your spongy walls almost bites at himâcause a stuttered moan to fall from him as he bottoms out into you.
âfuck!â you squeal at the feeling of his tip budding up against your cervix. frantically, you try to inch forward to build some space between you two.Â
ânuh-uh, no fucking running,â he sucks his teeth, digging his dull nails in your hips to keep you flush against his body, âtake it whole, didnât i teach you better than that?â
âmmâmhm!â baring your eyes shut, you allow your upper body to relax into the glass surface of the desk while he finds his rhythm. but youâre at a loss for words, mouth hanging open as he drags out to the hilt and buries himself back in until heâs trying to bypass your ass. his repeated strokes strikes against the soft spot at the roof of your cunt, âyouâre going so fast.â
âam iâshitâam i supposed to go slow?â he asks knowingly, to which you frantically shake your head no to. had he gone any second slower, youâd be throwing a damn fit, whining about his talking too much time in teasing you and throwing yourself back into his hips instead. âyeah, thatâs what i thought.â
each thrust drags out more of the milky white slick that forms a nasty ring around the base of his cock. âr-ren, youâre kissinâ meâŚâ you whine, wiggling and writhing as you feel him reach your cervixâân it hurts, hurts real good and eren knows you donât want him to stop.Â
your sobs fog up the glass below, and with tear stained eyes you turn your head to look back at your husband. his pace falters when he locks your gazeâitâs hazy and pretty, your once neat waterline is now smudged against your lower eyelids, and your plump lips are in a pout to suppress what would be breathy moans to quick whimpersâall which reach his dick just the same.Â
eren wastes no time grabbing a hold of your leg and hoisting it up to meet your torso on the table. the new angle gives him leeway to hit deeperârub against his favourite spot that has you seeing stars.
âfuck, yeahâp-please eren.â youâre babbling incoherently, eyes gluing shut to give yourself some peace of mind as you shift your hips backwards to meet him halfway, âgive it to me, jusâ like that!âÂ
oh, shit.Â
your eagerness messes up his pace, making him curse at the feeling of his cock slipping out of you and instead slipping up against your neglected clit.
âcâmonâŚput it back in.â youâre whining, rubbing your cunt all over him like the neediest thing heâs ever seenâbut youâre so molded to eren; there is undoubtedly nothing else in the world that makes you feel better than the way he does.
âcalm down, be patient.â his voice is smoothâfirm. it pulls you down into a sense of docility; security. it almost makes you forget how youâre being defiled on the desk where he earns a living so you can wear the pearls on your neck. âyouâre so good to me.â heâs mumbling, fucking himself through your folds.Â
you can hear the sounds of your juices mixing, and eren giving a low groan before bottoming back into your sweet pussy that welcomes him back like a man once at war.
âbabyâŚgonnaâiâm gonna cum.â you shake your head at the inevitableâyouâre already whimpering and your legs are buckling under the pressurizing buildup in your bottom torso.Â
and eren? he would never deny you of anything you wantedâin fact, he loves when you cum; your body goes rigid and develops an ironclad grip on him, and your mouth hangs open in the most obscene, yet pretty, way. so he encourages you, coaxes you on by keeping steady, hitting harder.Â
âf-fuckfuckfuckâfuck!â when your hand shoots down to rub and fuss and your clit, youâre done for.Â
erenâs strokes donât stop when you do. instead, he lets you ride out your high right on his dickâand youâŚyour walls are fluttering around him. uncontrolled sobs leave your mouth as you grip onto the table for some sort of stability, âthatâs it.âÂ
âyou feel good?â he asks, moving your leg from the tabling and bringing you up to meet his body.Â
your mind is so gone, you can only mirror the words of your husband, âmhmâfeels good.âÂ
his hands grab your waist, pulling you down into the chair with him. thereâs little time for you to process your surroundings before erenâs got your back flush against him, arms hooked around the back of your legs, bringing them back towards your chest.Â
âyou can take a little more for me, right?â he huffs, blindly navigating himself back into your hole before receiving extra aid from your fucked out self.Â
truth be told, youâd take anything for erenâeven when youâre crying from the sheer overstimulation you feel as he sloppily bounces you on his cock. you can only pray he cums quick, all before you truly start to get messy in his place of work.Â
âgive it to me âren.â moaning sweetly, your hands make their way to the nape of his neck and tug at the hair found in your fist, âcâmonâgive me what i came here for.âÂ
and erenâŚhe doesnât like to keep you waiting.Â
âfuckâyouâre just the most spoiled thing arenât you?â he moansâtruly, he knows there is no one to blame but himself. and when you give him pussy this good, what else can he do?
your heeled feet clack together as eren fucks up into you with little regard for decency. his breathing is erratic, either heavy or almost laboured and still. your name is stuck on his lipsârolling around on his tongue like candyâhe says it like a chant, rambling on about how only you can get him like this. shallow groans and grunts as he stills in your cuntâmaking sure you feel every rope of him by keeping you right on him despite your squirms.
âfeel full?â
you scoff playfully, moving from your position once eren lets you, only to see a coy grin settling on his face. heâs not expecting an answerâespecially when you return his smile while tugging your dress back down your legs. his eyes follow your movements, watching as you gather the picnic basket, keys to your pink porsche, and lace thong within your hands before making your way back to him.
slotting the underwear into the pocket of his blazer jacket, you whisper, âyouâd better be home early, mr. jaeger.â
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Audacious
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary:Â Sequel to Impertinent. After your engagement party, Anthony asks you to rendezvous in his office to continue where you left off.
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, innocence/corruption kink, sex education, mutual masturbation, orgasms.
Word Count: 2.2k
Authors Note: Sequel request fill for @cleopatraathene to continue the story from Impertinent (ask HERE). Sorry, it's taken so long, my dear. Err, this could well turn into a series at this rate. Thanks to @colettebronte for betaing. Enjoy! <3
The bejewelled band feels weighty around your left ring finger as you rap your knuckles quietly upon his study door. It's late, and the last thing you want is for anyone to know what you are doing.
After a pause, the hinges creak, and a hand snakes out and grabs your arm.
Before you know it, you are dragged through the door, and it closes with you pressed against the other side, the room heady with the scent of recently smoked cigars and expensive brandy. Anthony is casual in just a white shirt, sleeves rolled up around his elbows, braces slung around his hips.
âFiancĂŠe,â he rumbles, his nose trailing up your neck as he leans in, the wood of the door panels digging into your bottom through the thin layer of your silk robe. âDid you enjoy our engagement party?â he queries, teasing your throat with soft kisses.
âYes,â you answer breathily. âA-And I did as you asked.â
He pauses in his ministrations; you can feel the curve of a smile over your skin. âWhat did I ask you to do?â he knows the answer; he just wants to hear you say it.
âTo return this evening exactly as I was last night.âÂ
He tuts softly, his nose trailing up the cord of your neck. âBut you are wearing something, so you are not as you were.â
âI could hardly walk through the halls of your home naked, my lord!â you gasp.
He chuckles richly, his breath hot in your ear. âOn the contrary. This is soon to be all yours. As Viscountess, you can do exactly as you wish. Or as I wish. And sometimes, I may wish you to be naked at my bidding,â he straightens up and looks down at you, dark eyes glittering. âWould you do that for me? Would you walk naked where I told you?â
Again, as last night, you feel under a spell. âYes, my lord,â you whisper truthfully.
âAudacious,â he rasps approvingly, âjust how I like it,â the last few words muttered over your lips before capturing them with his.
Your stomach quivers at his praise, then vaults at the first brush of his mouth, knowing that now you are betrothed, he has promised so much more. His lips are warm and soft as he slowly parts your lips, his tongue rolling, requesting entry. Instinctively, you open, a wave of luscious wet heat as his tongue lathes over yours, a dance that has you inside melting and a throb at the apex of your thighs that is entirely foreign but enthralling. As he breaks away, you chase his lips, eyes still closed, wanting more of his heady kisses. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you to the centre of the room, the fire warming the backs of your calves as he releases his hold.
âTake off your robe,â his order soft.
Your trembling hands scramble to obey, making quick work of the knot at your belly, pushing the material off your shoulders so it flutters onto the rug behind you so you are naked. There is a throaty noise and he takes a step back as if to better drink in the view of your body. His lush bottom lips curling under his upper teeth, his eyes covetous, roaming your skin.
âYou should never wear clothes,â he opines, backing further away, grabbing a wingback chair and scraping it across the carpet until it is behind him. He takes a seat, his eyes never leaving your form.
âSpin for me.â
Heart beating fast, you rock onto the balls of your feet and rotate away so you face the blazing fire, your back towards him. Then you slowly complete the circle until you are facing him again, his expression ravenous.
âA perfect specimen. Now touch yourself,â the order is gruff.
You frown at him. âWhere, my lord?â
âAre you to tell me you have never put your fingers between your legs?â he scoffs, disbelieving.
âN-no, my lord? Should I?âÂ
The dancing flames of the fire are almost too hot on your bottom, as he answers in a cool register. âYes, you should. But perhaps I should be the one to instruct you as your future husband.â
With that, he stands from his seat, walking purposely towards you, his boots heavy on the rug as you take a deep breath. He grabs your right wrist, bringing your fingers up to his lips and engulfing them in his hot mouth, his tongue questing against the pads of your fingers, the suckle of his lips sensual and damp.
With a salacious pop, he pulls off your fingers, his lips quirking into a knowing smile as he guides your wetted fingers to your chest.
âTouch your nipples,â he instructs quietly.
You gasp as his cooling saliva meets your flushed, puffy areola, puckering instantly under the pad of your fingers.Â
âThat feels good, does it not?â he dusks, wrapping his hand over yours to direct your caressing of yourself, his fingers never touching your nipple but directing your movement like a puppeteer, taking the fingers of your left hand and repeating the suckling action, guiding your fingers to your other nipple.
All you can do is nod and bite your lip, pushing up into your own hands, squirming slightly from foot to foot, feeling a dampness smear on your inner thighs as you do, your tummy replete with butterflies under his heavy gaze.
He guides your fingers over the swell of your lower breast and down over your stomach, chuckling as the teasing trail of your own fingers makes you giggle lightly, your belly rippling. His eyes flash as his hand guides yours lower, trailing into the patch of hair at the apex of your thighs, something thronging between your legs at the molten look on his face.
Two of his fingers curl over the back of yours, turning your middle and pointer fingers into a hook before he pushes your hand lower. Again, you gasp as your fingers slide at his insistence into some folds of skin between your legs, damp and sticky. His face is dashingly mischievous as he places those hooked fingers over a certain swollen nub and swirls them slowly in an anticlockwise motion. You startle at the spike of pleasure that rushes through your body, the epicentre under your attentions.
âHow does that feel, fiancĂŠe?â he murmurs, tone like velvet.
All you can do is stutter his name on a shaky exhale, your other hand shooting out to grab his muscular forearm where it presses your belly, the dark hairs there tickling your palm as you grip around him, needing the anchor, your knees feeling oddly weak.
âOh, you like thatâŚâ he huffs, amused, as he crowds into you, his hand covering yours between your legs, dictating your movements, a shiver running down your spine at the fizzles of pleasure sparking around your body. âDo not stop,â his voice low, resonant, his lips hot on your temple, you moaning lightly and leaning into him.
A sweet-tart scent fills the air, your fingers coated in a slick, viscous substance that can only be from your own body, a soft, wet noise emanating from where you touch yourself.
âThat is my favourite sound in the world,â Anthony sighs into your ear, âso ripe and ready for meâŚjust wait until we are married.â
âWhat will happen?â you inhale, trying your best to concentrate even as you feel your body swelling under your own touch, engorged, hot, craving more friction.
âAll in good timeâŚâ he answers enigmatically, his breath a touch uneven.
The slightly rough texture of his cotton shirt snags delightfully against your nipples as you writhe, riding your own fingers and his, wishing it were his skin touching yours. There is something hard in his britches that rubs your stomach with each move you make.
âDo not stop,â he gruffs.
You whine as he steps away, craving his heat, his toned body glorious to rub yourself against, akin to a cat.
âMy lordâŚâ you mewl, appealing for him to return, swaying unsteadily on your feet even as you continue to touch yourself as instructed.
âThat is it, keep going up,â he encourages, retaking the seat and staring at you covetously, one of his hands falling to his lap, palming a swelling there.
âWhat are you doing, my lord?âÂ
You are intrigued by his soft panting as he roughly tugs at the buttons on his trousers.
âI am doing as you are,â he groans, âI am touching myself, My cock.â
With that, he fishes something out from his white underwear that makes you inhale sharply. A red, almost angry looking rod of flesh that stands proud of his body from a dark thatch of hair. The slight is intriguing and makes you pulse heavily between your legs as if innately knowing it belongs there.
You feel yourself moving towards him, like a magnetic pull, your fingers still sliding over that hardened pearl between your legs as you get closer, hypnotised by the sight of his hand, now in a fist, moving up and down his swollen cock.
âCockâŚâ it falls from your lips reflexively as you stare.
He groans loudly at your utterance, a shiny pearl of wetness pooling at his tip as he does so.
You feel feverish, not just because of the roaring fire in the hearth, but a blaze inside, a flush running through you that makes your mind feel both fuzzy and sharp, singular in pursuit of pleasure, your fingers moving faster now between your legs, varying your speed and motion.
He hisses his approval as your knees buckle, sinking to a kneel on the rug, your knees splaying wide, your fingers freer to move, but your eyes never leave his hand, his motion a quick twisting tug now.
âDoes that not hurt?â you blurt out breathily, not pausing, chasing a high you can feel hovering so tantalisingly close, a tingle over your lips and the back of your scalp.
âNo, it feels just as good as your fingers do on you,â he assures, broken, huffing now. âI will teach you,â he adds, meeting your gaze heatedly when your eyes ping to his face briefly.
Something about this feels so decadent and luxurious, the same as his velvet jacket was on your skin last night, the garment that catalysed this whole tumultuous journey.
âSwap hands,â he commands, cutting into your wayward tangent, and you find yourself obeying on instinct. âGive me that other,â he rejoins. Before you know it, the fingers that were between your legs are in his mouth, his tongue curling and sucking wantonly, feeling the vibration of his groan over your fingertips as he cleans all your juices from your fingers, his hand a frenzy on his cock now.
Your other hand feels different; something about the catch of your blunt fingernails between your legs has you hurtling towards some crescendo, your skin feeling almost too tight over your bones, a pressure behind your ribs as your heart thunders, almost like you are trying so hard to chase and hold in something explosive.
âOh, you are there, aren't you?â Anthony growls around your fingers still in his mouth, sounding wild, his motions untamed, gusting deep breaths out of his nose as he leans forward, eyes intense and glassy.
All you can do is nod, almost frantic, as if seeking permission to break, circling an abyss. Your fingers fall from his mouth as he groans loudly.
âCome for me, fiancĂŠe,â he grits out.
Unsure what that means, you just keep moving, feeling something snap inside that has you calling out and curling over, a scream escaping your lungs as your body seems to retract and explode outwards, your mind scattered to the wind as an ecstatic wave fans out from your core around your body, your muscles twitching.
You are brought back to the room by a noise he makesâhungry, gravelly, all male. As your breath returns, your eyes reopen to see him in the throes of ecstasy: an arresting sight. One curl of hair flopped over his dewy forehead, his lower lip caught under his upper teeth, eyes wild and unfocused, then screwing shut as he roars, his hand a frenzy on his cock which seems to pulse in his fist before spurting a substance in an arc part of which splashes warm across your chest, taking you by surprise.
That seems to signal he has reached a peak, too, his body wracked by a few aftershocks before he slumps back into the chair, panting, his hand slackening as he stares transfixed at the sticky streak of his cum over the upper swell of your breast.
âAre you well, husband?â you check, fascinated but concerned.
He doesn't correct the title you bestow upon him. âMore than,â is his laconic, sated response, an easy smile claiming his face as he unfurls a sleeve to tenderly clean your breasts of his seed. âThis is only the beginning,â he promises, cupping your cheek affectionately. âRun along and get some rest; we shall meet here again tomorrow.â
You cannot wait.
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Slashers with housewife s/o
(She/her)(swf) I was writing it for hour and it didnt save tnere is a lot of dialogue this color is slasher talking and this one is s/o. Its mostly written for fun Request open
Thomas Hewitt
P r o t e c t
He is triple cousious with his victims now! He would not forgive himself if one of them hurt her! And I dont thinl s/o likes gore so dont go near basement hon pls
*tommy vibing outside* "Uhhh Tommy? Theres some guy in livingroom" đ¤¨đ¨
Even tho she is hausewife he is hausehusband so yall Just vibe while cooking and cleaning
The Micheal Myers
"Micheal make sure to wear something under this jumpsuit, its cold outside!"
S/o getting him a phone and texting him every second he's out
Please Micheal stop killing people in our livingroom, this carpet costs more that my kidney
Once he gave her a knife he stole from some girl that tried to Defend herself
I can imagine s/o texting him stuff like "at 5pm u better be home, i made your favorite food" he will speedrun to home, he loves food
Collector
*phone rings at 3am* "Honey why you calling me, im at work?" "ASA THERE IS HUGE SPOODER IN BATHROOM HELP I CANT PEE" "omygod not again"
Due to s/o being often home alone (he is busy man) she will probably find some sort of hobby?(obviolusly) I can see her learning how to do crocheting. LIKE IMAGINE: "Asa i made you this cute sweater Look!" (There are to ways he will answer that) option1: "yeaah thanks that suuuper cute will wear it for sure"(never wears it) option 2: "what kind of abomination is that"(will wear it at work)
Bonus points if the oomgomgomg IF SHE MAKES SWEATER WITH MOTHS ON IT OR COCKROACHES (you know the funny gif with spining cockroach?yep this one) HE WILL LOVE IT(secretly) He would love to wear it to work but Hes afraid of destorying it (No, because imagine Arkin living in hell and the guy that tortures him for months just cames in cute sweater with cockroaches on it)
Yaujta
"??? Mate u mean u want to stay here and take care of nest while I go out??? I mean sure? Eem take care??" Confused af, like in his culutre both partners Hunt and tbh theres non long lasting relationships, only to make babis so it is weird.
He wants her to stay by his side 24/7 so he will be grumpy
But idea of her making amazing food while he is out just for him is too good to pass
Especally if its made of foods that he hunt, brings him pride
Imagine learning him how to use fork "nono honey u grab it like that and stab the food. Nono gently nonoo oh noo *break plate* "why use that when im litteraly apex predator hon imma-*eats whole plate of food with plate*
Billy lenz
F o o d
He loves food she makes
She hangs out in house so its win-win.
He will hug her alot and try to take her attencion from whatever she does to him!!
"Billy go help me chop carrorts for dinner!" *billy speedruning from upstairs* "đĽşwhar are carrots?"
Brahms Heelshie
"Mmm :) " "Brahms stop staring at me and help me clean kitchen' "yes honey :("
He does not rule in this relationship
He may act intimitading but He is just a shy bean
He does not know how to food, he will try to eat uncooked potato while shes not looking mmm forbiden apples
Hush man
Hes into that, prefers his wife to be like that
He loves picking her up and runinning arond hause
No matter how long yall are into relaionship he will be nervous before any dinner u eat together or be so happy everytime he sees her after he comesback home
Found it in my drafts!
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[rolls around gloriously in IWTV s2e6] this show makes me insane, we are so blessed to have such DELICIOUS television
but listen though Daniel "maitre in the bedroom, maitre only when it's hot or convenient? đ¤¨đ" Molloy had more domtop energy in that moment than all of Louis' grumpy effortful posturing combined, YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT. Armand's out here BEGGING to be properly dommed with that "are you asking me or making me đĽş" thing, like he is clearly dying for Louis to Make Him Do It so it'll be easy, and Louis just pats his face and walks away?????
cmon man. break up with ur boyfriend so daniel can love him right. Armand is an apex predator and also a delicate traumatized bottom with daddy issues who gaslights and manipulates like he's breathing, he NEEEEEDS specifically a ferociously competent investigative journalist to cross-examine and fact-check every claim he makes from now until the end of time, and who will not take any of his shit and not believe a single word that comes out of his mouth unless he has cold documentation to back it up, and who will catch him in every single last lie, and then take Armand's beautiful face in his hands like "BABE I'M ANNOYED YOU CHANGED THE DECOR WITHOUT TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT, THIS ISN'T THE END OF THE WORLD, YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME UP WITH ELABORATE LIES ABOUT WHY YOU'RE ACTUALLY A GOOD PERSON FOR DOING IT SO I'LL STOP BEING MAD AT YOU. CALM DOWN. now I'm gonna go be annoyed in the other room for another hour or so and then I'll be done, ok!!! Don't give me that look, I've been to a lot of couples counseling from those two marriages I ruined, so I know all the scripts and tools now. very cool that i get to be not-the-bad-guy this time, actually, i see why you enjoy victimhood so much. ok i love you but i'm annoyed at you right now, talk later, bye. you look hot in those pants by the way"
anyway in all seriousness i loooooove the delicacy with which they're handling Armand's manipulation as a VERY clear trauma response. Like yeah that kind of frantic impulse to covering up mistakes DOES come from a history of pain and abuse and having to placate an authority figure. It's fawning (as in fight/flight/freeze/fawn) is what it is and GOD i feel for him
god i love this show. they are feeding me. WHAT A GREAT SHOW, YOU GUYS
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc iwtv#armand#my sweet baby boy#he deserves the world#he can do whatever he wants#he deserves to be loved#HE DESERVES! TO! BE! LOVED!!!!!!
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shoutout to both @humanitys-strongest-bamf and @amywritesthings for single-handedly bringing back my motivation to work on my secret pregnancy AU, Coalescence. Enjoy filth from a later chapter.
You pushed down on his head, trying to force him to return to where you needed him most, but it was fruitless; Levi only continued to lazily trail kisses along your inner thigh, his eyes locked with yours.
âLevi, please,â you whined, planting your feet firmly upon his rug and spreading your legs wider, bucking your hips slightly towards him in agitation.
The Captain only smirked as he pulled away yet again, this time trailing his lips along the sensitive seam of skin between your inner thigh and your folds.
You werenât sure if you were already feeling the effects of pregnancy hormones, but if Levi didnât put his mouth on you soon, you thought you might break down in tears.
âTell me what you need, Y/N.â His voice was as sultry and dark as his eyes as he watched your teeth sink into your bottom lip. âUse your words.â
Another pleading whimper was followed by an impatient buck of your hips, but Leviâs hold on you only tightens, limiting your movements.
âYouâve gotta speak up, sweetheart,â Levi mocked between teasing kitten licks against your outer folds. his breath was hot as he exhaled against your damp core. âIâm waiting.â
Frustrated tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. With an impatient whine, you rolled your hips towards him desperately, eyes wide and pleading for him to do something to fill the empty ache you felt within.
âNot good enough,â Levi growled, tongue lazily circling your entrance, twitching away every time you jerked your hips towards his mouth.
âLevi, please, Iâ,â you choked off with a frustrated groan. âYouâre not being nice â Iâm pregnant â,â
The stoic Captain pulled his mouth away from you entirely, rocking back on his heels. From between your thighs, Levi studied you, a renewed heat flaring to life in his steely eyes.
âYou are, arenât you?â He conceded, his eyes locking in on your mouth as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip and mewled. âAnd all because of me.â
Leviâs eyes dropped back down to your core, slick and aching, ready to take him however he wanted.
âAnd what kind of father would I be if I made the mother of my child suffer unnecessarily?â
Any response or yearning plea you may have answered him with died in your throat as Levi surged forward, his tongue plunging deep within your entrance, his nose pressing right against that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.
You just managed to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the scream he pulled from you as the Captain began to fuck you with his tongue.
â-
Leviâs chest heaved as he caught his breath beside you. âDidnât take you very long to pull the pregnancy card, did it?â
âYouâre just annoyed someone else knows how to play your game.â Your head rolled to the side, a shit-eating grin stretched across your mouth. âDidnât take much to make you give in, either.â
His laugh was little more than a sharp exhale through his nose, the corners of his eyes crinkling. âGuess not. Iâm sure youâll keep that over my head, too.â
Levi imparted one final kiss just below your belly button before he rolled to his side, drawing up next to you on the rug, one arm stretched out behind him. You waited for him to do something more, to pull you into him and continue what heâd started, but he made no movement save for a light graze of his fingers over your cheek. Frowning, you moved to sit up with to him, his hand a steady, guiding weight on the small of your back as he helped you rise.
âWait â are you not â?â You reached for the buckle of his belt, bandage-wrapped fingers already working to pry it open.
Leviâs hands came to rest over yours, stilling them. âYouâre still recovering.â
You shook your head, tugging insistently at his belt, but Leviâs hold tightened. âI want you.â
âYouâre healing.â
âDonât care; Iâm well enough.â
âYouâre not in a position to make that call. Youâre biased.â
âLike youâre one to talk,â you shot back coolly, still working to pry his buckle open as he made a halfhearted attempt to twist out of your grasp. âCaptains who take on the habit of fucking and impregnating their subordinates definitely arenât biased in any way.â
A slight flare of his nostrils was his only reply, yet it was enough for you to know youâd backed him right into a corner that he was struggling to figure out how to maneuver out of.
You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down to keep your triumphant grin to yourself.
Leviâs eyes tracked the movement, narrowing when you softly release your lip, swollen and plump. There, beneath the half-undone buckle of his belt, his cock strained hard against the seam of his pants.
Before you could offer some quick remark on the obviousness of his need, Leviâs arm shoved under your legs, the other, anchoring around your waist. Deftly, he lifted you up into him, cradling your body close to his.
At your raised eyebrow, he sighed. âIâm not fucking my pregnant girlfriend on the damn floor. I have more tact than that.â
anyways part I will probably be today? Tomorrow? Iâll test drop on AO3 first most likely.
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perhaps a strange question, but what do you think the humans in your fics think of each other? do they ever interact :0?
i mostly ask because the latest starscream installment made me go "OH THE THUNDERCRACKER FIC IS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE..." which was a fantastic thing to realise
anyway, keep up the good work!! đ⨠(and take breaks and stay hydrated!)
I try to link the fics in the same universes together if I can. Star would probably be a bit reluctant to allow you around other humans as jealous as he is. You might prefer human company and heâs not risking it.
Better Open the Door Pt 7
IDW Thundercracker x Reader
⢠Servos flexing against your little frame, he steps into the wash racks and relaxes to find it empty. Finding a stall to the back where heâll be partially obscured from view, he glances down at you questioningly. âYour coverings?â He asks as his wings flare out.
⢠Face pressed against his chassis as he cups you to him, you swallow a groan. Because when youâd asked if there was a way to shower, you hadnât anticipated that Thundercracker would want to shower, too. And seeing the size of the wash racks, thereâs no way to ask to shower alone. The big space is luckily empty of other mechs, so you just have to deal with one curiously gawking at you. As much as you donât want to strip naked while he watches, you canât exactly shower in your clothes with how cold he keeps it in his quarters. Not and avoid getting sick after.
⢠Face red, you start pulling off the layers of your coverings, turning sideways to hold them out so he can place them on a shelf to stay dry. Running a servo along your side and over the curve of your hip, feeling the startling softness of you. Your head snaps up to glare at him, pushing at his servo. âCut it out,â you mutter as he switches on the water and steps forward.
⢠âWhat am I doing?â He asks, sounding innocent enough as he smoothes a servo over your wet hair, pushing it back over your shoulder. Exasperated, you do your best to ignore him, face tipping up into the warm spray. Heâs still playing this game, playing at being in love as silly as it is and trying to romance you. Where does he think this is going to go between you two when heâs a giant alien and youâre human?
⢠âYouâre going to get bored eventually,â you say, fingers combing through your wet hair, refusing to look at him. âJust promise to let me go when youâre done, okay?â Bored? Like youâre a toy to be discarded? Like itâs a forgone conclusion that youâre nothing to him but an amusement. You freeze as he curls his servos about you, one under your chin to tip your head up, the others against your front to feel the beat of your heart, at the apex of your thighs. Your hands land on him, but not pushing him away yet.
⢠âIâm never going to be done with you,â he growls, voice deepening as your fingers grip his servo. Knowing you need to push him away, but frozen by the intimacy of that touch, the possessiveness. âYou donât have to believe me, but youâre mine to protect.â Shivering, you feel him lean over you. Feeling his warm venting against you back before his lips brush your spine. Too much, too intimate to spread warm through you even as his words catch at you. Protect you from what?
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