#way less time than I thought it was a couple hours of the grind

[tillman]

Alroight lol. These’ll all be scanned thru the week ill probably just post em as I go cus fuck if im gonna edit like 800 pages of scans in a row 👍 YIPPEE

[starringthesturniolos]

The triplets are on stream and y/n is just laying on Matt’s bed (probably reading idk idk) and the whole chat explodes and begs for Matt to bring her to the stream.

He pulls her into his lap, wrapping his arm around her stomach and they’re being all cute for the rest of stream. That is until what happens after….

“come on y/n, we have to give the people what they want” he smirks but you just curl further into his comforter. your not one of those people that like being on camera and never have been. you’d kinda been in a mood the whole day anyway, and to your embarrassment, it was because you are so incredibly horny. matt has been so busy this week that you guys have almost had no time this week to do it. to make matters worse, today was supposed to be his free day, a day to spend just you and him, but him and his brothers insisted they do a suprise stream for the fans. so to say you could care less about what the fans want right now is an understatement.

“tell the fans i’m tired of their bullshit, matt.” you roll your eyes. “and im getting tired of yours too.” you roll over so your back is facing him and wrap his comforter over your head. he’s probably going to be a couple of hours, might as well take a nap.

you go to close your eyes when your phone pings with a notification from matt. you turn your neck to look at him, confused why he’s texting you when your in the room with him, but he’s just facing his pc. you turn back around and click on the message.

loose the attitude and behave.

then i might just give you what you want baby.

your thighs squeeze together at the thought of matt giving you exactly what you want. your practically drooling at the thought. when you go to respond to him, theres an image waiting for you already. its a picture of matts hard buldge encased in his sweatpants. his veiny hand rest right beside it and you want nothing more than to replace his hand with yours. all hatred for the stream aside, you practically skip to matt. he smirks and grabs your waist. he slides his chair out to give you room and you see his boner for the second time today. he gives you a knowing look and pulls you onto his lap right on top of it. with both your legs now straddling his hips, he thrust his hips up, and to the fans it probably look like he’s just trying to get comfortable, but you both knew it was just way to get you more worked up. at this point your so wet, it has to be leaving a stain on his pants, and he is loving every second.

“here she is.” he coos and the fans blow up the chat. you rest your head on his chest and prepare to relax because you know he’s still going to be a while. you sigh at the thought and he kisses your head in response. he mutes his mic for a second and he pulls his head down so his lips meet your ear. “being such a good girl, so patient for me. gonna take such good care of you.” you whine at his words and he grabs your hips to stop the onslaught of movement he knew you were about to make.

seeing how riled up you are makes him even more desperate to have you ride him into oblivion, so he relents. “hey guys, its been cool but i think i’m going to log off right now. see you guys next week, have fun with nick and chris” he says and immediately ends the stream. not even a second after he ends it, his mouth is on yours. the kiss is hot and passionate, matt bites your lips slightly and you allow him access into your mouth. you reach both hands up into his brown hair and tug slightly and he groans into your mouth. he pulls back and holds eye contact with you while moving your hips against him. the eye contact made everything more intimate and you loved it. with both of your mouths agape, he starts grinding you down on him harder and thrusting up slightly. your panties are ruined and you can hear the slooshing sound it makes against him. “are you ready for me baby? i can hear how wet you are” he whispers in the husky tone you loved so much. “yes, matt” you moan back in response. his pupils dialate and he picks you up and places you on the bed. he gently pulls your pants and panties down before rubbing your slit. you writhe against his hand and his breathing gets heavier watching your body move. “tell me how much you want it” matt mutters in a trance. “please matt, i want you inside me. i need you” you say batting your eyes at him the way you know drives him insane.

he groans and pulls his pants down, lining his huge dick to your opening. “who am i to say no to my baby?” he says as he slides into you. both of you let out a pornographic moan. he ruts into you at a fast pace, wasting no time and you can feel your cunt start to tighten around him. “jesus, keep squeezing me like that and im going to fucking lose it” he says breathlessly. he leans his head into the crook of your neck and inhales your perfume. he groans into your ear and you whine at the overwhelmingness of it all. his body on yours, his pretty blue eyes watching you, and his cock deep inside you. then all of sudden he pulls out of you. “matt- what?” you say tears starting to form in your eyes. you were in your submissive state and matt felt bad because he knew you needed him. so he wasted no time telling you what to do.

“don’t worry, im still going to take care of you sweetheart. just want you to ride me until your cumming and screaming my name.” he strokes yoir hair and places a light kiss on your cheek like he hadn’t just said the dirtiest thing he could think of. “that sound good to you?” he whispers with your faces inches apart. “yes, matt please” you say desperately as he lays down. he taps your thigh and you swing it over his hip. he helps guide you down on his dick and holds your hips there so he can get a hold of himself. once he lets go, you take that as a sign to move and you begin to bounce up and down on him. your tits bounce with you and your face gives off the pleasure your feeling as you bounce harder and faster. “so pretty, baby. i love seeing you like this” he groans and you sit all the way down on him. you start to whine on his dick and he whimpers which means he’s close. “cum with me, pretty” he grips your hips harder and moves you faster against him. with your clit rubbing against his stomach and his dick deep inside of you, its enough to push you over the edge. “matt- mm- fuck matt.” you moan louder than you have the whole night. “thats it baby. thats it” he coos as he fills you up and helps you ride out your orgasm.

after both of you wind down, you flop down next to him. he chuckles and pushes your hair out of your face. “what happened to you, kid. looks like you just got ran over” he jokes kissing you before grabbing a towel to clean you up with. he climbs back into bed with you, spooning you and placing soft kisses all over your neck. you look over and see his phone lighting up.

“nick’s calling” you say while giving him his phone. matt puts it on speaker and nick starts yelling immediately.

“YOU NASTY FUCKS, YOU DO REALIZE THE WALLS ARENT SOUNDPROOF, ME AND CHRIS COULD HEAR EVERYTHING. CHRIS LITERALLY LEFT BECAUSE OF IT, YOU GUYS SHOULD BE ASHAMED” he yells without pause

you and matt break out laughing and nick continues to yell at you guys for being nasty.

this is the good life

A/n- thank you for the request, loved it! if you want me to write something else im down, love yall

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[fairlyang]

Let you break my heart again 🕷️

you are in love with your best friend

w/c: 999

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

tags: kinda angst? you’re so in love, he doesn’t feel the same, heartbreak, shitting n crying, slightly delusional

notes: the grip this song has had on me the past two weeks- this idea came to me last week I just HAD TO-

part two

You had been feeling down the entire day since you saw Miguel post the new girl he had been talking to and calling her his girlfriend with today’s date on the caption.

Him calling you a couple hours after asking if you wanted to go to a party with him only added salt to the wound.

You have been hopelessly and desperately in love with him since your freshmen year of high school.

8 years.

8 years of silence.

8 years of torture.

No one even looked his way in high school because he, alongside you, were known as the science nerds of the school. You obviously didn’t care, if anything it made falling for him that much predictable.

At least for anyone with eyes and good at deciphering body language.

Which Miguel wasn’t.

Somehow he never realized and you never had the balls to confess your love to him.

After graduating high school he had quite possibly the biggest glow up (unbeknownst to you he had turned into spider-man) and first semester of uni changed everything for him.

He had girls eating out of the palm of his hand and practically falling to their knees for him as if they hadn’t been using him to do their homework just a few months back.

Miguel didn’t seem to care or see through all the girl’s intentions.

Meanwhile you had liked him when he would wear nerdy little crewnecks and those thick glasses that had now been long abandoned.

You liked him when he was getting brutally bullied and were the only one to ever stick up for him, but it never going well for either of you.

You liked him when he was going through a hard time with his mom and relied on you heavily for nearly everything.

You liked him when the revelation of who his father was, tore him up to literal pieces.

He was always in your head. Whether it be daydream, hearing someone talk about him, or actually dreaming about him at night.

Only in your mind can you pretend that you’re his girlfriend. That he likes you.

That you’re his first and only choice.

That you’re the only one he wants.

That he’s just as in love with you as you are with him.

He had taken over all your thoughts possible and it never got any easier.

You thought you’d get over it after sophomore year but it only grew as he ended up being your only friend throughout high school.

Nothing was more heartbreaking than having to hear him talk about all the girls he would go out with, or fuck.

The worst was when you’d actually go to parties with him. You’d end up almost throwing up or crying in the bathroom after seeing yet another new girl grinding herself against him or a girl making out with him.

It never ended up being less heartbreaking. You had luckily made a few friends who tried their best to help.

Peter B and MJ.

Somehow you befriended them your first year of uni and all four of you became a little group. They were your occasional saviors when you’d find yourself sulking over Miguel being with another girl.

They’d always try to distract you and cheer you up.

Or if they were the ones to spot Miguel fooling around they’d turn you to the opposite direction to avoid your heart from crumbling again.

You felt as if you were being entrapped.

It was almost as if Miguel subconsciously knew what he was doing.

Because when he grew bored of a girl all of a sudden his attention would be fully on you.

Buying you food, getting you cute little plants, helping you study.

It was an endless cycle of pain and heartbreak then yearning and being enamored by him.

Right now was pure heartbreak and misery.

You had been crying for hours on end now and just let your sad playlist loop.

All you were wishing for now is that one day you’d stop falling in love with him.

That somehow your feelings for him would wash away and you’ll never have to deal with this heartbreak ever again.

But it’s been long now. These feelings weren’t going to disappear.

And he wasn’t going to magically fall in love with you.

Especially because he’s always been the one to let anyone and everyone know that you were only his best friend. And nothing more.

But the way he’d wrap his arms around you, leave kisses on your forehead and cheeks just boggled your head.

The way he would just stare at you when you were rambling about the newest science news you’d heard about.

The way he would hug you tightly at the most random times imaginable.

The way he’d willingly put his jacket on you if it were too chilly outside.

The way he would get so overprotective when a guy asks you out.

So you were always questioning what he really thought of you.

He never made it easy to decipher any of his feelings unless he was telling you up front, which he almost never did.

As more hot tears fell down your face, you could only pray that someone will like you like you like him.

It felt like such an impossible ask.

You loved him so much and you could practically feel pieces of your heart breaking. Why couldn’t he just reciprocate your love?

Why did you have to torture yourself like this?

Why is the only time you’re truly happy (besides when you’re with him) is when you’re dreaming about actually being with him?

Why is it so hard for him to romantically love you?

Why does it always have to be platonic?

Maybe one day you’ll be able to get over him and these feelings won’t be as strong.

Maybe one day you’ll find someone that’ll know how to take care of your heart and return your love.

Maybe one day it’ll be him.

[ms-fandomgirl]

Studying Headcanons

Summary: Morning, afternoon, evening. The grind never seems to stop, but it can be a little less painful when you’re studying with your favorite Haikyuu boys!

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Reader; Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Genre: Fluff! No warnings.

Words: 1,464

Cross-posted on Ao3!

O i k a w a   T o o r u

Diffused early morning rays bathed Oikawa’s sleepy face in a soft glow, making you want to give anything to witness the scene firsthand. The world shone brighter when Oikawa’s name appeared on your phone screen, even if it was 9 o’clock at night for you. He gave you a quiet greeting, and you smiled and returned the favor, idly flipping your textbook open.  

It’s just a fact: being on opposite sides of the world from Oikawa Tooru sucked. These FaceTimes and phone calls were the closest you could get to being with him in person. Time zone differences made it so that you only had a couple hours of sacred shared time in a day. Therefore, you were determined to not waste a second of them. The second Oikawa began, so do you.

Ambitious, driven, and clever; it’s no surprise that Oikawa exceled in studying, and this was one skill he was determined to pass on to you. After complaining one day that you could never study well, Oikawa took it upon himself to become your studying mentor, showing you every tip and trick he knew. The biggest of these was finding yourself a study partner: someone who could keep you on track and encourage you, yet not distract you from getting work done. For him, it was Iwazumi. For you, it was Oikawa.

A mostly quiet but firm presence on your phone screen, Oikawa made sure you were working on what you were supposed to. The second you tried to scroll through Instagram or any social media, he would know, and he would tell you. It was honestly terrifying how he could tell, even if you were on your laptop. You two quickly fell into a steady routine, with him doing his morning routine while you suffered (a little less) in silence over your studies.

Of course, you didn’t spend the whole call in silence. Oikawa knew the importance of study breaks after all. Therefore, you were given the rare chance to see a side of Oikawa that many didn’t know existed. The quiet, reflective side that only appeared when he was most comfortable. The thoughtful chats over a shared cup of coffee (even if it was much too late for you to be drinking any), and the small, routine actions made you feel as though you knew intimate secrets about him.

Yes, studying with Oikawa had its challenges, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And when you got an “A” in the class you were sure you’d fail, you also realized you found a bond deeper than you had ever known.  

A k a a s h i   K e i j i

Soft shadows were beginning to lengthen in the afternoon light as you stepped into the cozy café. As always, Akaashi was there before you, sipping some tea in the booth that was unofficially yours. After ordering your favorite drink and pastry, you settled in next to him, a mixture of happiness and anxiousness settling in your stomach. Happiness because, well, you got to spend the whole afternoon in a coffee shop that looked like it belonged in a Hallmark movie with THE Akaashi Keiji. Anxiousness because Akaashi was a harsh proofreader, and you were sure your poor paper would comeback with more red ink than black.

When you were first partnered to proofread Akaashi’s paper in your English class, you had no clue what you were getting yourself into. Akaashi proofread like there was no tomorrow, and the first time you got your paper back, you were tempted to scrap your whole idea and start over. Of course, Akaashi wouldn’t let you do this, instead patiently explaining all of his markings and reasonings to you.

Now, two years later, Akaashi was your number one confidant when it came to writing papers. From brainstorming to final drafts, he was your go-to and sounding board, and you acted in much the same way for him. Even though you were both in different classes and writing different topics, papers were still papers, so the fundamental process never changed.

You weren’t naïve enough to believe that continuing to meet your proofreader partner two years after the class was normal. Despite this, it was easy to consider Akaashi as part of your norm. From his calm attitude to sharp mind, he had crept into your life slowly yet steadily, like a trail of ivy resolutely climbing up a wall, exploring for any niches and crannies to cling onto and never let go.

After several minutes of searching, you triumphantly presented your paper to him with a grin on your face. It was crinkled around the edges, and one page was dangling from the edge of the staple holding everything together. Nonetheless, Akaashi accepted it in his way of respectful grace that you could never quite seem to master. In return, he unhooked his binder, pulling his paper free of its folder. Organized, crisp, and put-together: Akaashi’s natural modus operandi. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be a miracle you two got along at all.  

Glancing down at the title of his final project, the paper he had been slaving away on for the past month, you felt a warmth that only continued to grow with each word. Your relationship didn’t make sense at first glance, but that hardly mattered. Happenstance may have helped you meet, but you were determined to stand by Akaashi’s side for as long as you could, exploring any possibility to come. Apparently, Akaashi felt the same way.

“Comfort in Chaos: The Beauty of Contradictions

A Memoir by Akaashi Keiji”

K u r o o   T e t s u r o u  

Silver streams of moonlight illuminated the library table you and Kuroo had decided to call home for the night. Wrappers of fast food long since eaten were pushed into the corner as diagram trees and flash cards created a messy mosaic, the white board next to them looking like the scribblings of a mad scientist.  To the side, two bodies laid sprawled across the worn carpet, furiously solving the problems before them. During broad daylight, this behavior would have most certainly resulted in a reprimand from a librarian. However, due to the late hour, you two basically had the whole floor to yourself.

In a triumphant cry, Kuroo had reached an answer. Slamming his pencil down next to him, he waited with a satisfied grin on his face as you finished not a second after. After giving him an exaggerated eye-roll, you leaned over to compare answers, pleased that you had both reached the same result. With a quick high-five, you moved onto the next question in the practice test.

 It was always like this between you two. Everything was a competition, from who could finish their problems first to who could get the most answers correct. When you had first met Kuroo, you found this behavior to be annoying at best. Always beating you to raise your hand in class, you had labeled him as a classic teacher’s pet and wanted to leave things at that.

However, fate had other plans for you. Forced into a disastrous lab where your third group member ruined the experiment and ditched halfway through, you and Kuroo had to put your differences aside to not fail your assignment. After several late nights of lab writeups and gossiping about your flakey third member, you found that Kuroo was actually someone you wanted to work with long after the assignment was completed. Thankfully, Kuroo shared your sentiment, and you two quickly became attached to the hip both in and out of the classroom.

 Obviously smart to a fault, Kuroo was also incredibly charismatic and funny. It simply wasn’t fair. If you told him you needed to ace the next test, you could count on him to drag you through study session after study session, making sure you knew what you were supposed to no matter how much you wanted to give up. You admired that about him, that determination that seemed so much a part of him that it ran through his veins like blood. While you had great plans for the future, you could quickly become overwhelmed by the path you had set for yourself. However, with Kuroo by your side, you knew that you could weather whatever storm came your way, trusting him to always have your back.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I wrote these ages ago but forgot to post them until now. They were a fun little writing exercise for me where I tried to write a scene with no dialogue. I hope they motivate you during finals/test season!

[seventeenytiny]

MTL - Most into Quickies (Skz)

Smut - Minors DNI

Contains: Smut, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), bondage Word Count: 1309 Author's Note: just a fun little shower thought I had :)

Most

Felix

I just know Felix has a super high sex drive, like he will get rock hard just from seeing you bend over to grab something off the floor. I can imagine him pinning you up against the counter in the kitchen because your ass just looks too damn good in those leggings. He'll start grinding up against you signaling what he wants, the feeling of his bulge sends bolts of pleasure straight to your core. Before you know it, he's pulling your leggings down to get access to your pussy. He will waste no time sliding in, fucking you hard and fast. He's quite careless, not even concerned about the idea that a member could walk into the kitchen at any time. All Felix can think about is not cumming too soon because of how good your pussy feels. He'd be a whimpering and blubbering mess.

Han

I think most of us will agree that Jisung is a horny boy, always clinging to his partner and grinding into their ass whenever he gets the chance. I can picture going clothes shopping with him and as you look through the racks he'll wrap his arms around your waist and slowly grind on you as he kisses your neck. "You would look good in that," he'd whisper in your ear. "Why don't you go try it on?" Next thing you know he's dragging you to the changing room. He'll have his pants unbuttoned before he even gets in the room, quickly stripping you of your clothes and bending you over as soon as the door locks. He'll shove your panties in your mouth just to help muffle your moans.

Jeongin

Another one that will enjoy a good quicky, this man just loves pussy and he will take it any way he can get it. Imagine the two of you are on a plane on the way to the vacation Jeongin decided to treat you to. One of the best parts? The absolutely luxurious first-class seats you had. After several hours of flying and several glasses of champagne, Jeongin just got a little too needy. It started with you just giving him a handjob under blankets but he needed more, way more. "Bathroom in 5," He mumbled under his breath as he left his seat to head to the restroom. You felt the heat building up in your core as you waited 5 minutes before heading into the restroom yourself. Before you even went to knock on the door he opened it and pulled you in by the wrist. The fancy bathroom of first class is much bigger and nicer than any restroom you've ever seen on a plane. Jeongin immediately went to devouring you. Pulling your pants down and giving himself a couple pumps before he pushed into you, all while sucking on your neck.

Lee Know

Minho is a massive tease, he enjoys making his partner beg for him. While the sex itself can be quite fast-paced like a quicky, he certainly takes his time warming you up. It would start with him sending you some explicit images of himself at dance practice, the gray sweats he's wearing perfectly outlining his hard-on in the photos. He'd then start sending you messages about how much he can't wait to taste you, how wet you must be for him, and how you should just drop whatever you're doing and come meet him at work. His plan worked. You quickly drove over to the practice room, bringing coffee for all the members to try to pass it off like you just stopped by to do a favor. Minho then dismisses everyone to a 10-minute break before whisking you away to the nearest bathroom. He'd waste no time pulling your pants and panties down before setting you up on the bathroom counter. He'd hold your legs apart and dive in, taking in the sweet taste of your pussy. He has to be fast yet skillful, he has less than 10 minutes to make you cum.

Changbin

This man loves his partner and he wants you to know that. That's why the two of you have less quickies and more passionate sex. Although, Changbin does have one fantasy he wants to act out with you that requires some speed: sex in the recording booth. It's the perfect place, soundproof walls allow you to be as loud as you want while also allowing him to capture and record all the heavenly sounds that leave your mouth. He'd mark the room as 'in use' to help prevent potential intruders before bringing you in. His hands would already be wandering all over your body and his lips on your neck and face. The kisses are hot and heavy as he starts to remove your clothes one by one, leaving you in just your lingerie. He hits record before pulling out his thick cock, the sight of him has you drooling. Changbin then bends you over, pulling your panties to the side before sliding in. The way he makes you feel so full has you nearly screaming. The mics picking up on your moans, and the wet sounds that fill the room.

Chan

Chan being third to last might be a bit controversial but hear me out. Chan isn't against quickies, he loves sex with his partner any way he can get it, but ultimately I believe he craves more sensual contact. I think one of his favorite things about sex is feeling his partner's bare body pressed against him, taking in all that sweet warmth. With a quicky, you would generally have most of your clothes on still, depriving him of his favorite feeling. He'd actually love to fuck you in missionary so he can press his chest up against yours, feel your legs wrap around him, and your nails claw at his back. Your bodies would become one as he fucks into you hard and fast, sweat coating both of your bodies. Whimpers and moans would come from both of your mouths as you two get lost in one another.

Seungmin

So I went back and forth about whether or not Seungmin should be so low on this list but let me explain why I ultimately decided this. I think Seungmin is absolutely devilish in bed, he loves to take his time and torture you. He'd tie you up, arms and legs bound to the bed as he pushes a vibrator hard against your clit. The ball gag in your mouth muffles all your moans, leaving you a drooling mess. The most sinful smile would be on his face as he watches your body twitch from sensitivity. Right before he pulls your second orgasm of the night out of you, he turns off the vibrator. He'd take the gag out of your mouth and replace it with his cock. Seungmin would have you gagging and drooling all over his dick before he fills your throat with his cum.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is a romantic man, sex isn't just sex, it's making love. For this reason, I don't think he would be the biggest fan of quickies. He wants to take his time with his partner when he has sex with them, moving slowly and sensually. He'd love to do something cheesy yet romantic, like handing you a glass of wine and then leading you to a bed covered in rose petals. He'd push you onto the bed, his plump, soft lips against yours. Next, he'd slowly strip you of your clothes, leaving you in just your panties. Then, he pulls out the blindfold, the silky material smooth and cool against your eyes. Hyunjin would pepper your body with kisses and licks as you squirm from your senses being heightened. The sweet scent of his cologne envelopes you as you let pleasure take control of your body.

Least

[cuffmeinblack]

Helping Hand

Garreth Weasley x Andrew Larson

Tags: explicit | blowjobs | handjobs

3.7k words

Summary: When Andrew finds Garreth sneaking ingredients from the potions stores, he lets him go instead of throwing the Gryffindor in detention. That second's hesitation will be his undoing, to his great delight.

A/n: The smut nobody asked for. These two are fighting for supremacy in my brain so naturally I just want them to fuck. Expect school slut Garreth and uptight virgin Andrew.

⤍ Garreth Weasley masterlist | Andrew Larson masterlist ⤎

Andrew had seen enough of his classmates’ intimate areas to last him a lifetime. Everett had congratulated him repeatedly on glimpsing Samantha Dale's breasts (of course he did, the pervert), though at the time they were being fondled by a pair of very large hands belonging to Leander Prewett. A strange pairing by any standards, which might have been why Samantha had trailed Andrew the following day, begging him not to tell a soul. Everett had overheard and managed to get some of the more gruesome details from Andrew before he'd managed to escape into the safety of the prefects’ bathroom. Whilst he floated in the perfumed waters, inhaling deeply the scent of lavender and geranium, he tried not to think too much about yesterday's revellation that even Zenobia-bloody-Noke had a little boyfriend, and had been caught by Andrew whilst they snogged behind the greenhouses close to curfew. It seemed as if the whole castle was awash with hormones, like Garreth Weasley had dosed each of its occupants with amortentia. 

Truth be told, if he'd thought this head boy post involved mostly lecturing couples on discretion and telling them to put their clothes back on, he might have thought twice about the position. Some nights he felt like quite the voyeur, turning a corner and becoming flustered by the rhythmic grinding of bodies half hidden in shadow. He was ashamed to admit he'd watched these secret, steamy trysts in the castle corridors and empty classrooms for a few seconds before announcing his presence. It wasn't his fault he was so wound up these days, with no time to seek his own outlet for all this frustration. Exams were coming, tensions were high, and Andrew had only his hand for company on those nights where he'd collapse back on his bed and wish just once that he'd been the one to be caught in the dark with a handsome stranger. Or perhaps not a stranger at all.

His jealousy for his classmates might have been showing now, given the pouty mood he was in. He floated for a little while longer until his fingers resembled prunes before deciding to take matters into his own hands once again, quite literally. It would be a long night, and with any luck, it wouldn't involve any more sightings of nipples. Once dried and dressed, he made his way down to central hall, where those on patrol would be gathered before rounds began. They started half an hour before curfew and stayed well into the night, stumbling back to their dormitories for a less than satisfactory night’s sleep. The job could feel rather thankless, if it weren’t for the glowing recommendation he expected to receive from the Deputy Headmistress, a priceless addition to any student’s résumé.

A cluster of prefects soon came into view, all huddled near the fountain and chatting animatedly. Andrew’s footfalls announced his approach, and they turned and fell quiet.

“Alright, Andrew?” Eric asked, stifling a yawn.

“Fine, fine.” He was not fine, in fact he was so pent up he’d much rather be shut in his dormitory with the curtains around his bed drawn tight. Not even that bath had been enough to unwind the tension that seemed a constant companion these days. Andrew’s gaze drifted over the other faces as he tried not to linger too long on the shapely curve of Poppy Sweeting’s chest. “Eric, Cressida, you’ll be covering the bell tower wing tonight. There have been a few incidents recently along by the flying lawn—it seems some of the fifth year Herbology students enjoy smoking and flying, so see to it that you swing back around there a few times on patrol.”

Once all the assignments were given, the group parted and Poppy joined Andrew to patrol the library annex. It was one of the easier areas, unless Madam Scribner requested help to evacuate Peeves from the library, and Poppy was one of his favourite prefect partners. They chatted as they walked, mostly about schoolwork and beasts, but it was lighthearted and casual, never straying too far into personal territory. By the second turn about the annex, Andrew had loosened up slightly, though the same couldn’t be said for Poppy who was looking paler by the second.

“Are you okay, Poppy? You look a little peaky,” Andrew asked, reaching out a hand for her forehead but thinking better of it.

“Honestly? I feel quite sick. I think it might have been something I ate,” she said, clutching her stomach.

“Maybe you should get some rest, I can finish up here alone. Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?”

“No, no, I don’t want to get stuck in there with Nurse Blainey all night. I think I should head back to my dormitory, though. Thank you, Andrew.”

“Of course. Take care, Poppy.”

Andrew watched her leave with a pang of regret, her brunette bob swinging lightly as she disappeared around a corner. Now he was alone, with nothing to distract him but the ghosts, most of whom preferred to keep their distance. With a sigh, he made his way along the corridor, occasionally stopping with his ear pricked for any sign of movement from the classrooms. All was quiet, suspiciously so. Only half an hour until the end of his patrol, he’d almost pegged it as his first uneventful night since becoming head boy, when he noticed the door to the potions classroom was slightly ajar. This wasn’t entirely unusual in itself, given Professor Sharp’s tendency to stay up late working, but instead of a warm glow of candlelight emanating from within, the room was almost pitch black.

Intrigued, Andrew pushed the door, wand raised just in case—he’d been on the receiving end of some nasty jinxes when catching students out of bed. A shuffle of footsteps halted him in his tracks, coming from the potions store room. This door was also open, though there was the distinctive hue of a Lumos charm spilling out of the crack.

“Professor Sharp?” he called.

“Shit!” The reply was quiet and muffled, preceding a smash of glass and the extinguishing of light.

“Who’s in here?” Andrew asked, casting his own charm to light the way and striding over to the storeroom. He shouldn’t have been surprised who greeted him when the door swung open, but the grin on his face was quite unexpected. “Garreth? What are you stealing this time?”

The redhead was standing in the middle of the room looking rather guilty, and Andrew couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his trousers. Not the kind he’d encountered on countless boys caught fraternising in the castle, but a suspiciously full pocket.

“I’m offended by the insinuation. I was just out for an evening stroll!”

Andrew cocked his head and gave him an exasperated look. “You can’t charm yourself out of this one.”

“Please, Andrew. I’ve already lost twenty house points this week and I’m not exactly in Sharp’s good books right now.”

“What else is new?”

Garreth gave him a look reminiscent of a wounded puffskein: head tilted down; green eyes wide and glittering; full lips turned into a pout… Andrew swallowed and dropped his wand to his side, hoping that Garreth wouldn’t catch the blush now crossing his cheeks. It really had been far too long since he’d had any action (never), but even Andrew had to admit that Garreth was devastatingly handsome, and had perhaps enjoyed the view of him bending over his cauldron once or twice (every single potions lesson).

“Fine, I won’t hand you in. You have to put back whatever you stole, though,” he said, pointedly looking at Garreth’s pocket, which was a mistake given his current condition. He almost groaned at the wand-lit curve of the boy's breeches.

“Really? I mean, I’m grateful…” Garreth pulled a handful of fwooper feathers out of his pocket and Andrew averted his gaze. “Got a soft spot for me?”

Garreth had clearly said it in jest, yet Andrew’s smile was somewhat awkward in return, his cheeks burning so hot he could have lit a candle on his skin. That damned freckled menace with his silky voice and bright smile might just be his downfall. 

“Do you?” Garreth persisted, abandoning the feathers on the table and stepping closer to Andrew. His tone was teasing yet his smile was earnest, the kind of smile that made Andrew want to admit to every lewd thought he’d ever had of him. 

“No, I’m just eager to finish my rounds and I don’t want to have to deal with the paperwork,” he muttered. He frowned and set his jaw, suddenly far too tense and far too aroused by the mere presence of Garreth.

“Merlin, you’re wound up. You work too hard, Andrew.”

“Yes, well, that does tend to happen when one is head boy,” he replied rather testily. 

Garreth stepped forward again, his gaze unnerving in its intensity. He seemed to be studying every inch of Andrew’s face. His nervous fingers twitched around his wand and the light extinguished quite unintentionally. 

“Garreth.”

Shit. It had meant to be a warning but had sounded like a…a whine. Andrew panicked, contemplated just running and leaving Garreth up to his mischief and hoped that Professor Sharp came back to a fully stocked storeroom come morning. He might have if his legs still worked.

When Garreth spoke, Andrew could hear the smile plastered on his face even if he could barely see it in the darkness. “I've always thought you were cute, you know.”

He felt Garreth's breath on his cheek and the warmth of his close proximity. Those calloused hands from hours of hard potion brewing were braced either side of Andrew, planted firmly on the rows of bottles and ingredients. He didn't dare think about what those dexterous fingers could achieve. Still, despite all the obvious signs, he wasn't prepared for the kiss. Garreth had aimed for his cheek but Andrew had turned at the last second and caught his lips, resulting in a sloppy sort of peck on his lower lip. Garreth chuckled and mortifyingly, pulled away. 

“Thanks for not ratting me out. I owe you.”

“No problem,” Andrew mumbled, his brain apparently reduced to mush. If he'd been able to think of anything but the feel of Garreth Weasley's lips and his cinnamon-scented skin, he might have taken fifty house points for having the gall to seduce the head boy. The fact of the matter was, Andrew was absolute putty in Garreth's hands. A fine job he was doing enforcing school rules, he thought bitterly.

Garreth hesitated just for a moment, as if  he too could sense the desperation radiating from Andrew's unbearably tense body. The opportunity had presented itself and Andrew took it, grabbing a fistful of fabric and pulling Garreth back towards him with unexpected force. Their lips found each other easily enough in the dim light, and Andrew opened his mouth at the first flick of tongue with a quiet moan that did nothing to assert his authority. Far from it, Andrew could have given Garreth a month's worth of detentions and he doubted the Gryffindor would have been deterred. If Andrew was hungry, Garreth seemed practically starving, all tongues and roaming hands. Garreth used his taller stature and a firm hold to manoeuvre Andrew away from the shelves until his thighs hit something hard behind him. He stumbled slightly, their lips still fused and tongues locked in an infinite caress. Fingers skimmed Andrew's hips and he shuddered, involuntarily arching his back in invitation. Garreth smiled against his mouth and hummed an approving sort of sound as his fingers found bare and heated skin. 

The air was stifling, Andrew's clothes so damn suffocating. His face, if he were visible, must have been a shade of red resembling a beetroot. Never had he been so thoroughly aroused and so completely willing to throw away every deeply-ingrained sense of propriety as when Garreth reached around to grab his arse, pulling their bodies flush to reveal the hardness of his erection against his own. Andrew just whimpered and contemplated begging as he threaded his fingers in the boy's copper mane. Unbidden, a thought of Garreth's warm and inviting mouth wrapped around his cock made him twitch in anticipation.

“You really are wound tight,” Garreth said, moving his tongue to Andrew's pulse, teeth grazing lightly down his neck. His hands were busily working to release Andrew from the confines of his breeches. He helped him along the way, a sudden rush of nerves halting his breath as his knuckles brushed Garreth's hard length. This was really happening, Andrew thought somewhat giddily. His first sexual encounter was to be with Garreth in the potions storeroom—how unexpected, and completely wondrous. Another groan rumbled through his chest as his breeches finally fell open and Garreth wasted no time wrapping his fingers around his impossibly hard cock.

“Fuck Andrew, you're big.”

“Am I?” he replied breathlessly. Merlin, he wouldn't last long if all Garreth had to do was squeeze to make him squirm.

Garreth laughed again and whispered a ‘yeah’ against his skin as he delved back against the crook of his neck. Andrew's head fell back, his eyes closing to the semi-darkness as he lost himself in the rhythmic stroking. Garreth's grip was firm and sure, simultaneously offering Andrew much-needed relief and winding him tighter than ever. Every tug built him up to explode in what he would assume would be a most spectacular fashion. His hips rocked almost mindlessly, vaguely aware of the sting of Garreth's mouth against his neck, the trailing hand up his stomach. Andrew was mumbling some nonsense that made the other boy groan and next thing he knew the heavy weight against his chest was gone and a rush of cool air startled him from his stupor.

“Wait, wha-?”

“Well you did ask so nicely,” Garreth replied from somewhere on the floor. 

Apparently whatever he'd said had prompted Garreth to drop to his knees and without much warning, Andrew ascended to heaven. Wetness and blissful warmth enveloped him, just the tip at first with a teasing swipe of tongue that made him dizzy. He rolled his hips, seeking more, and Garreth took him all with an ear-splitting moan that had Andrew holding onto his hair for dear life. It took all his waning self control not to hold him in place, not to give into the temptation to thrust deep into his throat. Nothing had ever felt so good as Garreth's mouth; so often used to charm and joke in such a genial manner, it was hard to believe it being used in such a downright obscene way. Not to mention that tongue, currently swirling over his head like he was enjoying an Andrew-flavoured lollipop. For the first time since extinguishing his wand, Andrew wished he could see, just to admire the redhead’s lips wrapped around him for a second or two.

“Garreth…”

“Mmm…yeah?”

“So good,” Andrew sighed mindlessly.

The chuckle Garreth made vibrated through Andrew's cock and his fingers entwined in those luscious curls even deeper. Garreth moaned and Andrew tugged again, eliciting the same response. The realisation dawned that he liked being manhandled in such a way, hitting Andrew like a stampeding graphorn and damn near had him spilling into Garreth's mouth. He was standing on a precipice, before him an abyss that beckoned every fibre of his being. He could let himself fall, be consumed by that blissful oblivion, or he could turn and run. The latter might have been more sensible, given that he'd have to look Garreth in the face at some point over the subsequent days. The Gryffindor busy sucking him off apparently had other ideas.

“You can come in my mouth, you know.”

Andrew was stunned into silence by the way Garreth suggested that so blithely before returning the suction to his cock. There was no stopping the dizzying tightening in his abdomen as he reached his climax. Andrew succumbed to the inevitable with a cry and a tug of hair, his hot release exploding into Garreth's waiting mouth. Breathless, he rocked his hips in time to the pulses from his cock, the lips enveloping him keeping a tight seal until every last drop was spent. Andrew's arm was shaking from the force of his orgasm when he delved into his pocket to retrieve his wand. “L-Lumos.”

The room was cast into a steady white light, harsh shadows gathering from the obstruction of their bodies. Now he could finally see Garreth, knelt before him with fingers still curled around Andrew's length. He looked…sublime, quite frankly, despite or perhaps because of how dishevelled his hair now was, copper strands falling haphazardly over his forehead. His glistening lips struck Andrew as completely obscene, knowing that he'd been licking Andrew's spend from them only moments before. Garreth looked up at him with a smile and he thought he saw hunger in those mossy eyes. Heart still pounding, Andrew watched keenly as Garreth straightened up to full height—a couple of inches that felt like a whole foot more than Andrew—and pressed his lips on his. The insistent nudge of Garreth's erection brought Andrew's thoughts back into focus, and nerves almost threatened to overwhelm him. Garreth kissed him gently, though he felt an urgency simmering just below the surface in the twitch of his muscles and shuddering breaths—the next thing he knew, his hand had been guided to the stiff length straining against Garreth's trousers.

“It's just like touching yourself,” Garreth muttered against his lips, unbuttoning himself until there was nothing between them—the hot press of their lower bodies and subtle scent of musk flooded Andrew's senses. Andrew nodded, but he was nothing like him, really. Garreth was thicker, heavier, with a smattering of freckles covering his shaft that made Andrew salivate. His fingers wrapped firmly around the girth and Andrew began stroking slowly just as he would himself, his eyes on Garreth's face and attuned to every expression.

“Yes…faster…,” Garreth sighed.

Andrew picked up the pace, concentrating hard on the angle, the pressure, the rhythm. He knew he'd hit that sweet spot when Garreth's eyes rolled back into his head. Watching him lose himself by Andrew's hand whilst moaning softly into his mouth was exhilarating. What little remained of Garreth's composure shattered when Andrew began kissing his neck, using his teeth and sucking the skin just as Garreth had done to him. Even his skin tasted good, as if he'd bathed in spices. As soon as Andrew thought to himself that he didn't want this to end, it had, with a spurt of warmth over his hand and Garreth moaning his name. Shadows danced around the room as Andrew's wand hand shook with excess adrenaline and his head collapsed onto Garreth's shoulder. Then the panic set in.

“Fuck.”

“I didn't expect that sort of language from you,” Garreth chuckled. ”It was fantastic though, wasn't it?”

“No. I mean yes, but I need to get back on patrol.”

“Right, your uh…head boy duties. Shame.”

The two cleaned up and dressed in silence; not awkward, but comfortably hazy and content. Once they'd attempted to fix one another's hair, Andrew hastily turned to escape out of the door, hoping that nobody had noticed his absence. He hesitated at the handle, the brass cooling his sweaty palms as he tried to form a coherent sentence.

“You won't tell anyone, will you?” Andrew asked, turning to Garreth.

“Of course not. And you won't tell anyone that I was here?”

“I won't, just this one time.”

“If, hypothetically, you were to catch me here again, what would you do?” Garreth asked, smiling.

“Goodnight, Garreth.” Andrew chuckled and left the room, straightening his robes. He made it out into the corridor before his face broke into a bright grin.

-

Andrew had been worried that being in Garreth's vicinity would be unbearably awkward after what they'd done, but apart from the redhead tossing him a cheeky wink whenever he walked by, he was his usual cheery self, and didn't seem to avoid Andrew at all. If anything, they talked more often now. Andrew himself felt more comfortable, less awkwardly in-awe of the handsome Gryffindor, and dare he say he'd adopted a kind of quiet confidence in the days afterward. Garreth had thoroughly succeeded in unwinding him, or as Everett so colourfully put it, Andrew had ‘lost the stick up his arse’. 

For all Garreth's loudness, his garrulous manner, he'd been perfectly quiet about their little tryst just as he'd promised. Andrew was eternally grateful, of course; he couldn't fathom how furiously he'd be stripped of his title if Professor Weasley found out he'd been fondling her nephew in the potions storeroom. Strangely, Andrew didn't regret a single minute of what had transpired, rule breaking and all.

After their shared Charms lesson the following week, Andrew found Garreth jotting in his journal outside the classroom, satchel slung over his shoulder and leaning against a wall in his usual effortlessly handsome way. It seemed like a good a time as any for Andrew to muster the courage to give him the parcel stuffed in his robe pocket.

“Garreth?”

“Hm? Oh, hello Andrew!” Tucking his journal away, Garreth gave Andrew his full attention.

“I've got something for you,” Andrew said, holding the nondescript brown parcel out for him.

“What's this?” He ripped over the packaging right in front of Andrew, revealing a riot of pink and purple tufts. “Fwooper feathers?” Garreth smiled his bright and genuine smile, and Andrew was glad he'd spent a good few galleons on the lot.

“For your discretion.”

“You're paying me?”

“No!” Andrew gasped, paling.

“I'm joking,” Garreth laughed, placing a warm hand on his arm. “Thanks, Andrew. I'd never tell anyone, you know.”

Still recovering from the shock, Andrew smiled and turned to leave, but Garreth's hand was still firmly planted on his bicep.

“Hey, want to grab a drink at The Three Broomsticks?” the Gryffindor blurted out.

“Like a…” A date? Andrew wondered.

“Doesn't have to be, but yes.”

Andrew almost toppled over at the unexpected invitation. He'd never intended or expected for what had happened that night to lead to something more. Truthfully he'd hoped, but Garreth seemed content with various casual encounters; his conquests were no secret around the castle. Maybe Andrew had made more of an impression on him than he'd thought.

“I'd prefer a cup of tea at Steeply’s if it's all the same to you. I've never had a taste for butterbeer,” Andrew admitted.

“Really? Well then I retract the offer.”

Andrew smiled and shook his head. “Saturday?”

“See you on Saturday, if you don't catch me out of bounds before then.”

[arielburrow]

Maybe one where joe gets nervous about the stadium crowd

10 minutes

This one is definitely a little shorter, but I thought it was cute :)

Four years. It had been four years of game days, big crowds, and adrenaline rushes. But never in those four years had Joe ever cracked.

This game was so very momentous given it was Joe’s first time back on the field since the first playoff game last season. The game which was going so well, until it wasn’t. With three minutes left in the fourth quarter, Joe took a third down sack which left him with a torn ACL and a fractured vertebrae. Devastating, to say the least. But the truth was, even in that moment Joe didn’t crack. You remember running to the tunnel to meet him alongside his parents, as he was carted off to be examined. You were so worried, even if you put out a good front to support him.

It was definitely a rough journey, the rehab process truly put you and Joe’s relationship to the test. You had to press pause on your life and focus on supporting him through his recovery. But of course, you guys made it out of the woods, and you truly felt that the two of you were now closer than ever.

His demeanor remained calm and collected as he joined the team again for training camp a couple of months ago. Since then, the guys have been grinding, finding that chemistry again to put on a show when it was finally time to hit the field again, which was now just about an hour and a half away.

It was the season opener, an away game at none other than Arrowhead Stadium. Walking through the tailgate, you could already tell what kind of game this was going to be. While bengals fans were ecstatic for Joes return, the sense of rivalry between the two teams had no intent of sitting this one out. You begin making your way to your seat, saying goodbye to the other significant others, as you decided to sit a bit early and catch up with Joe’s family.

After about an hour of chitchat, it seemed as if the whole stadium had been flipped. What was once a mild crowd, was now and sold out roaring mess, that couldn’t care less that there was still a half hour till kick off. You had no choice but to stop talking with his parents as the stadium had just gotten too loud. It was majority chief fans, with a few bengal fans. scattered about. You watched as the clock ticked down to the 20 minute marker, which caused an uproar of cheering and chanting across the stadium. You turn to yell something to Robin, but you’re stopped by a tap on the shoulder.

“y/n!” Katie yells, motioning for you to stand up. You get up quickly, feeling a little alarmed at her demeanor. She must notice Jimmy and Robins confused faces, because she leans over to converse with them for a few moments. “Katie is everything okay?” you ask in a worried tone as she begins her descent with you by her side to the field access.

“I don’t know y/n, he’s not talking at all, after warmups he came back into the locker room and slammed one of the office doors, he hasn’t come out since.” She stresses as you too hurry to the visitors locker room. “I need you to talk to him, get his mind right, because we need him out there in exactly 18 minutes.” Katie is stern, but you can tell she’s worried, as are you. Joe has never been in this situation before.

Entering the locker room, it’s surprisingly quiet, a few players greet you, but you can tell everyone has picked up on Joe’s funk. “y/n”, Tee runs up to you, leading you to where Joe is. “You know him the best, get our guy right.” he pleads giving you a side hug before going back to his locker.

You stand infront of the door, hesitant to knock. Instead, you just open the door. You frown as soon as you see his appearance. Head in his hands with his eyes shut, he’s sitting in the corner visibly startled by something. “Joe..” he only looks up when he hears your voice. He immediately stands, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hold him for a moment and allow him to feel whatever it is that’s getting to him.

“You can even hear it in the locker room…” he says lifting his head on his shoulder to meet your eyes. “What?” you question.

“I worked so hard for this moment and I knew it would be hard…but hearing that crowd. It’s paralyzing. What if i’m not ready.” His eyes hold a sense of worry, not sadness, just confusion, almost desperation.

“Joe. You are the only person who could do this. Nobody can fight like you, even when you were down, you were fighting like hell to get back to this moment. Who cares about the noise, you know how to tune it all out, you just have to find that mindset again.” You say reaching a hand to his cheek.

“It’s just so loud. I cant even think straight, let alone read a defense.” He stresses as he begins pacing.

“Joe-” “What if that was it?” He cuts you off and the pacing comes to a stop as he now makes eye contact with you from across the room.

“What if I lost the spark when I went down? I mean i’ve made my way through practice, but game days are different. What if I can’t get that rush back?” You walk over to him and sit him down on a desk so you can come to eye level with him.

“Joe, listen to me carefully. You have ten minutes, ten minutes to find that spark.” You place your hands on his knees and coke close to his face. “Whatever the fuck it is that makes you Joe Burrow, I need it, your team needs it, you need it. 10 minutes Joe.” You say quietly but sternly.

“Baby this is it, this is the comeback you’ve been working for. That crowd? That noise? They’re waiting for it Joe. Cmon, put on a show.” you wink and smile as you push yourself off of him. His face now holds a different emotion and he watched you walk towards the door.

“See ya in 10 Burrow.”

“10 minutes left!” Robin yells next to you. “Cmon Joe! We need this!” Jimmy yells amongst the crowd. The crowd that hadn’t given out even a bit throughout all four quarters of the game. Joe was playing alright for the most part. He started rough, with a pick within the first five minutes, but the team pulled through and we’re sitting down by 3 points. A couple more plays go by and the Bengals kick a field goal to tie the game with 5 minutes remaining.

You were nervous, there was no denying, this would be a big factor for Joes outlook on this season, and if they lost he would only be harder on himself. The clock continues to tick as the ball only barely makes it to the line play by play.

With one minute left you watch as Joe fakes a throw to Jamar, only to take off down the field. This was your least favorite part of the game. It sounded selfish, but it was true. Whenever Joe would take off, you just imagined the worst possible hit taking place. You watch as 2 defenders tail him, but he keeps up as you watch the yards decrease.

15

10

5

Touchdown.

You jump out of your seat and hug his parents as you watch the sideline go nuts. The once electric stadium was now mumbles, besides the few bengal fans around you. Joe takes off his helmet and you watch as he embraces Jamar and Tee.

You knew this meant the world for him and it felt like a dream to see him back as his normal self. The sidelines pour onto the field and Joe embraces multiple players and coaches. You see Zac pull Joe in and spend a moment talking to him, then the Jumbotron picks up on it and the crowd erupts. What was once a moderate group of Bengals fans, sounded as loud as the whole stadium. They chanted Joe’s name in union, staying seated as the rest of the chief fans made their way out.

This was going to be a good season, you thought to yourself.

[cool-cowboy]

Summary:

In which it's been a month since the last incident, and Leon's being weird, wonder what that means. Takes place in the changing room of some department store, then against your car in the parking lot of said department store. A sequel to the other "The Gift Of Need" just because I like the premise. Enjoy!

Tags:

Leon S. Kennedy Infected by Las Plagas, Begging, Dirty Talk, Dressing Room Sex, Possessiveness, Marking, Pheromones, ,Biting, Semi-Public Sex, Sex on a Car, Mating Cycles(Ish), Whiny Leon S. Kennedy, Painful Sex,Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex. Breeding, Rough Sex, Creampie,Mirror Sex, Eye Contact, Grinding, Blood

Blurb:

“What’s up with you today?”

“I don’t know… Just- Been gone all week, missed you...I know- I’m sorry… It’s too much I just- I love you so damn much it drives me crazy…”

Text:

“Le, you can not come in.” He’s being too much, begged me to let him come shopping with me this morning, has been clinging to me the entire time, in an especially needy mood, now even trying to convince me to let him into the dressing room.

“No one’s around, princess, just- C’mon, let me in.” I sigh, dramatic, giving him an unhappy look as I swing the doo open for him, waving him inside before anyone else sees this seemingly suggestive moment. He closes the door behind himself, staying there and leaning against it, at least giving me some space to try my items on, watching me through the mirror when I turn, looking dazed, staring at me, seeming a little more lax than usual, his head tilted a little. “What’s up with you today?” He’s being weird, knew I was going out on my own today, is perfectly fine with it any other time, but seemed panicked at the thought when he woke to see me dressed and ready to go. He looks down, seeming a little confused, maybe also somewhat embarrassed of how obsessive he’s being, following me around one step behind through every store we’ve been in, being embarrassingly touchy all through peak shopping hours, even now he looks pained, missing the feel of my skin, stood a couple feet away with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know… Just- Been gone all week, missed you.” He shrugs, playing it off, but this isn’t really “I missed you” behavior, at least not the regular sort, he’s usually just tired, clingy yes, but not nearly to this extent. I give him a look through the mirror, pulling my shirt up and over my head, setting it off to the side to rid myself of my pants, his eyes going a little low at the sight of me, nearly bare. “I know- I’m sorry… It’s too much I just- I love you so damn much it drives me crazy…” I sigh, pulling one of the dresses up my legs, slipping the straps up over my arms, meeting his eyes as he covers his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes and looking a little pained, his face flushed, free hand pulling uncomfortably at his collar.

“Le? You okay?” I’ve been worried, ever since his mission in Spain, even if he’s been normal following the whole breeding incident, which thankfully did not end the way he wanted in the moment. He’s acting more like he did that day, sinking into instinct, doing what he wants without fear of how it comes off, indulging.

“ ‘m fine, don’t worry.” He’s lying, refusing to look at me, scratching at the side of his neck, uncomfortable. Something’s wrong, and he won’t tell me, the refusal telling it’s bad, worrying, his lie bothering me probably more than the truth would, but I don’t press him, aware it’ll just make him feel worse, I just pull the dress up over my head, grabbing the next and repeating the process, letting things go quiet, both of us well aware I don’t believe him.

“You like this one?” I look at him, catching his eyes in the mirror, and he hums, taking my question as an invitation to approach, wandering his way up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, laying his chin down in the crook of my neck, gazing up at me in the mirror, seeming a little less antsy against me, this whole thing a little too reminiscent of that night, not that I say that, he’ll tell me when he’s ready, and plus I’d much rather get home before he does, if this really is a repeat of what went down a little over a month ago.

“Pretty…” I don’t know whether he’s talking about me or the dress, but it seems to be the former, he hasn’t even taken a look at it, too busy staring into my face, pressing into my back, his body running hotter than usual, his skin clammy and sticky against me, that same look on his faze, dazed, affectionate and so damn needy. “I love you…” He whispers it, so low I can barely hear, staring at me even as he turns his head to kiss at the spot just behind my ear, the red of his cheeks looking almost sickly, like he’s got a horrible fever, probably does.

“Leon?” He hums, not seeming to notice what he’s doing, just dazedly kissing along the side of my throat, peering at me sideways, his hands holding to my hip and around my waist, pulling me in, trapping me in his heat, making me feel sick from it, feverish with his warmth soaking into me. “I love you too.” I planned to ask, but I don’t, just give him what he needs, prepared this time for where it’s going, even if he isn’t fully aware of the signs, too into what he’s doing to think much of anything, letting his lips meet the spot he was obsessing over last time, kissing it lovingly, the scabs now healed over, no evidence of his harm left behind, which he was grateful for, felt horrible for hurting me, in any capacity.

“God… Love you so much, princess… Need you, you’ve got no idea how much I need you… Gonna marry you… Make you mine in the only way I haven’t… Mine… Forever…” He stops kissing, just presses his face into me and inhales, letting out a pleased groan at whatever scent is there. “You smell so damn good… Made for me… Perfect…” He’s pressing his hips into me, though I don’t even think he notices, too lost in his nosing over my neck, his eyes closed, lips parted, his chest heaving against me, his body making up for whatever’s going on inside him, his body too hot against me, making me squirm, not that I can get far, mostly immobile, the small movement earning me a displeased noise, his teeth grazing my neck before he pulls back, eyeing the spot, lips parted, breathless. “Princess?” I hum, already aware of what he’s just figured out, waiting on him to say it, his eyes meeting mine for a small bout of silence, his hips stalling their gentle grinding when he focuses his attention on my face, all of him flushed, eyes hazy and affectionate, the realizing leaving his exhale shaky, warm on the skin of my neck. “Something is wrong.” I hum, uttering a soft “I know” as I reach up to run my hand back through his hair, pushing back his sweaty bangs to hopefully give him some relief.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine, yeah?” He nods, looking pained, the expression making me feel sick to my stomach, wanting to help him, knowing there’s only one way I can, not really a good place for it, but I don’t think I could get him home before the heat sets in, and I can’t leave him like this the twenty minutes back to the house, all shaky and messy, desperate in a way that’s not even human, some kind of instinctual yearning left behind by whatever they did to him in Spain.

“I love you… You’re- so nice… It hurts… ‘s hot, you’re- Need you…” He’s already out of it, mumbling and tucking his face back down in my neck, letting his eyes close to breath me in, letting out a low groan and pressing into my ass, his dick hot and big, hopefully not as swollen as last time, probably will be, with my luck. “Can we-hah- In here? I don’t- We can’t wait.” I nod, feeling overheated myself with the way he’s surrounding me, hunched around me, holding me tight to him, his breathing ragged in my ear, a pleased rumble vibrating against me at my assent. “Thank you- Love you, baby- ah- I’ll be- I’ll be gentler this time, be good, good boyfriend…” He lets his hand on my hip trail down, thumb pressed to my clit over the dress, rubbing quick circles, his teeth pulling at the skin of my neck, not hurting, just pulling that spot he likes, groaning and licking at it when he pulls away, staring at the mark left behind in the mirror, telltale black spreading over the veins of his face, drawing him deeper into his need, his breathing shaky and uneven. “Wanna make you feel good… Gonna- Need you to-nnh- Gonna fill you up over and over, make sure it sticks… You smell better, sweeter, you’re ready for it, gonna fill you so good your body can’t reject me…” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he’s pulling up on the dress, hiking it up to my stomach and holding it there with his forearm so he can bring his thumb back to my clit, his eyes cast down at the movement, a pleased noise whined into my ear when I press back into him, feeling good, even if I am scared of the pain when he pushes inside. “I’ll make you cum- Be good- Only once I’m inside, need you to squeeze me, let me feel it- god…” He groans, nosing at my neck and shoving his hand inside my panties, dipping down to collect slick before rubbing harshly, making me shake, legs ready to give out when he stops, humming in approval of my near orgasm and pushing down on my underwear as he nudges my legs apart, not bothering to get them all the way off, leaving them stretched between my knees, pulling his face from my neck to have a look, groaning and sliding his hand back down, pushing two fingers inside and returning his thumb to my clit, spreading his fingers out inside and making me squirm.

“Le- what’re you-”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He sounds upset, clammy forehead slumped down on my shoulder, another finger easing inside as he rubs at my clit, the stretch stinging, not all that comfortable, and he knows, cooing softly against my ear, head lifted to get his lips just behind my ear, his cheek pressed to my hair, eyes on mine as he rasps sweet praises to keep my attention off the stretch he’s giving. “You’re okay, pretty girl… Doing so good, so good for me, gonna let me stretch you to fit me… you always take it so well, such a good- so pretty, my girl… Gonna fill you so good you only want me, never need to look at anyone else… Only me… Only I can fill you full, fuck you so good you’ll forget about everyone but me…” I moan in approval, though I’m not really listening, looking at his flushed face and shaking with the pressure he’s putting on my clit, near cumming again, his fingers no longer painful, thankfully. “Wanna cum? I’ll make you-shit- Go ahead, I won’t make you wait this time, wanna make you feel good, see how pretty you are full of me…” I lean forward, pressing a hand to the glass in front of me, legs shaking so bad I could probably fall over if Leon wasn’t holding me up, a low moan his only warning before I’m convulsing, curled in on myself as he works me through it, enjoying it near as much as me, whining and mouthing at my throat and staring into my scrunched up face as he works me through it, my insides squeezed tight around one too many fingers. “That’s it, you look so good, so ready for me, Yeah? Can’t wait to give you another, gonna bury my dick inside this perfect fucking pussy and get you off some more, make a damn mess, hell- you already are…” I groan, twitching as I come down, his hand no longer moving, fingers still inside, my hands moving to tear the dress up over my head before either of us makes a mess on it.

“Le…” He’s pressed to my hole, has a hand on my upper back, tilting me forward and against the glass to give him a better angle, ready to sink inside, but he doesn’t, gets me to look at him over my shoulder, his expression so desperate he looks pained, his kiss the opposite, entirely soft and affectionate, his forehead sweaty against me when he pulls back.

“I love you.” I return it, giving him a soft smile and hoping to abate whatever worries he’s having, his voice soft and breathless when he continues. “I’m gonna- I- I’m sorry, baby…Sorry… ‘s Just- I need to… I-”

“It’s okay, Leon. It’s okay, you’re okay.” He looks scared, his face moving to hide in my neck, upper body hunched over me, his lips skimming down and over my shoulder, feverish, but gentle, trying to keep himself in check after how rough he got last time, even if I forgave him the next morning. “Just- can you hurry up? They’re closing soon and I’m gonna kill you of we get caught.” He makes an affirmative noise, pushing inside, incredibly slow, his body shaking, so hot he probably should be passed out, his head popping inside making the both of us groan, me in pain, him in pleasure.

“Sorry-Shit-! God-Sorry princess- I’m-Hnn- Feels so good, so-hah- you’re perfect, gonna make it- I’ll fix it, make you feel good…” He brings his finger back to my clit, groaning and easing himself in further, pressed as far as he’ll go when he pushes some more, my teeth gritted when he whines, his arm around my waist holding me to him when I try to escape the pressure. “Stop- please-! Please, baby, just- Need it, have to be-ah- all the way- gotta make sure you- I’ll make sure you’re-nnh- full. Gotta stretch you first, it’ll feel good soon, I’ll be-oh god- I’ll uh- Be nice…” I lay my head on the glass, the cool surface offering a little relief from the smothering heat of him all over me, his hips pulling back slow, the intensity of it making me shaky, pained, but the look on his face keeps me grounded, his expression entirely fucked, barely open eyes staring up at me from where he’s tucked into the side of my neck, mouthing at that spot, working it between his teeth, his finger on my clit evening out the pain and pleasure.

“Le- Just move.” He groans, pushing back in, all the way, my yelp enough to get him to pull back, sinking in a little shallower the next time, my pleased sigh earning me a breathy moan as he continues, not shoving entirely inside, my body missing the snug feeling even if it did hurt.

“Fuck, so-ah pretty! So good, letting me cum inside, can I go deeper? Need to-Hnn- need to make sure it- sticks this time… Please? Can I..? I’ll make sure it feels good, just-please-” I nod, out of breath, my legs shaking from his constant rubbing at my clit, the feeling wound tighter than probably ever, the pain making the pleasure that much better, the heat pressing down on me making me fuzzy, my face near as red as his when I pull it back from the mirror, leaving my arms rested there as he stands himself up behind me, both hands on my hips, pulling me back into full, harsh thrusts, his groan a little too loud, head tilted back to let it out, my orgasm fading before he realizes, his hand sliding back down to keep working at my clit, his hips slamming into me, sending my face nearly into the mirror before he pulls me back in, bouncing me against him. “Want you to squeeze me, gonna-fuck- gonna make you cum, get you to soak me, let-ah- me make you mine, god I wanna-Nnh-! Wanna-ah- bite that pretty fuckin’ neck, mark you-shit- up again, make it last- this- this time… C’mon-nnh- cum on my dick, wanna be-hah- good, good-ah- that’s so good, you’re-shit- yes, yes-!” I’m cumming, slumped forward into the mirror and just taking it, the pleasure hazy and too hot, his whiny words making me moan, the sound turning a little more guttural when i feel him emptying inside, a soft string of whimpers breathed into my throat as he works through it, grinding into me, his skin sticky on mine, his teeth working on that same spot, careful, resisting the urge to bite down. “There you go… You’re gonna be full of me, not gonna stop until you’re full, can’t- I need you to- Have to be a good-ah- boyfriend…” He pulls out, still not giving me any space, spinning me around and laying me out on the little bench in front of the mirror, moving to press back inside a second later, my hand against his stomach making him pause. “Please- Please just- Just one more time, I need to- you-”

“Someone’s coming.” He groans, impatient, but leans down, kissing at that spot in the meantime, the both of us listening to fading footsteps before he pulls back, waiting on my permission, a nod of my head all it takes for him to press inside, his hands going to the backs of my thighs, holding them up and forward, nearly pressed to my stomach, the sight making him moan as he pulls back out, slamming in an making me wince, the roughness a little much, and he knows it, swallowing and looking pained when he shortens his thrusts.

“You’re doing so good, my pretty girl… Is this-ah-better..? I hope-god- I hope so… You look so pretty… My girl… All mine…” He’s leaning over me, gazing down, sweaty and still so hot, the red all over him, along with the black veins, spread down his arms and what I can see of his lower stomach and hips. He’s panting, mouth open and all, his body too hot to handle, even for me, his skin nearly painful against me, sweat dripping from between his palms and my thighs, one of his hands sliding its way down to press to my clit making me squirm. “Don’t- Just let me, I’ll make it feel-ah- good, make you feel so-shit- so good you’ll stay forever, be my perfect girl, let me make you mine over and over, fuck you so good-so fuckin’ good you’ll never leave my side. It’s so hot- Hurts so-Nnh- so bad, need you to- help, let me-hah- take care of you, make it go away.” He’s given up on being gentle, lost in the heat, his eyes on mine, pleading, hoping to god I’ll forgive him for taking this too far, little does he know I’m enjoying it, the whiny quality of his voice making up for the pain, his thumb on my clit keeping me close. “You need to take it, all of it, can’t- you can’t waste it, please.” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I nod, dazed, out of it from two orgasms and the rough treatment, digging my hands into his hair when he leans down over me, tucked into my throat, his breathing frantic, along with his hips, the hand not working at my clit gripped to my hip, pulling me in to meet him. “Smells so good, wanna bite-Nnh-! Wanna fucking ruin your-hah- your pretty neck, bite down and make sure this one doesn’t go away, need to- I- No-!” He pulls back, shaking his head at his own train of thought, eyes squeezed shut when I drag him in, giving him quiet permission, his low groan making me clench, my agreeance earning me a quicker pace of his thumb on my clit, pushing me further toward another orgasm, legs trembling against his sides, his teeth closing over my neck making me yelp, my own hand coming to cover my mouth as I squeeze him, holding him tight to me as he empties a second time, working it deeper, the pleasure hazy and hot and too much, making me want to squirm away and cry and beg him to stop, but I don’t, just take it, letting him grind into me until he fills back out, the same swollen base as last time forming, nudging at me, drawing a surprised moan out of me. “One more time… You can take it, know you can, pretty girl.” He pulls back, eyeing his bite with a glazed, happy expression, complacent now that he’s ruined my neck, and the bench, the bite overy bloody, teeth dug in deeper than before.

“Attention all shoppers, the store will be closing in five minutes. We ask that all remaining purchases are made and you make your way to the doors. Thank you.” I push him, and he growls at me, a little scary, admittedly, my look getting him to quit it, the little possessive streak he has going on equally hot and animalistic.

“We have to go.” He shakes his head, looking frantic, near crying if I don’t let him finish his mission, eyes wet, drool and blood smeared all over his chin.

“No, not yet- Just one more- I need to-”

“In the car, Leon. We need to leave. Now.” He closes his eyes, heaving a calming breath before pulling himself out, looking sickly when he looks down at his dick, soaked in slick and cum, flushed red and achingly hard. “Let’s hurry, yeah? Clean up your face.” He doesn’t, just leans down and starts cleaning up the mess all over my neck, pulling back when I push him, not without a low displeased grumble. “Clothes on, Leon.” He gets off, allowing me to dress myself as he fixes his clothes and face, his grip on my hand a little tight when we’re on our way out, trying to keep himself under control, my back slammed up against the car when I go to search for my keys. “Le- I said in.”

“I can’t wait.” He pushes at my pants, leaving me to look around and confirm that the lot is vacant, can’t have anyone seeing whatever the hell this is. “You’re all that matters… Can’t think of anything else, just- I have to be good, good boyfriend, good for you, gonna make you cum agai-ngh-” He’s sunk back inside, got both our pants halfway down and shoved his way inside before I could get a word in, not that I’d stop him, the look on his face lets me know it hurts like hell to wait, so I won’t make him, letting him pull me into needy, quick thrusts, his thumb back at my clit a little painful, too much pleasure in too little time, his free hand yanking my foot up through my pant leg to lift my leg up by my knee, thigh pressed to the outside of my stomach letting him deeper, the swollen part nudging at me, trying to press inside, his finger working desperately at my clit, his moans high and whiny, he’s losing it, crying into my shoulder, sobbing and moaning and pleading. “God, one more time- Need-Nnh-need you to- to- please cum on my dick, gonna fill you-ah hnn hnn- gonna- so fuckin’ full, make it stick, need it- gonna-ah- push it in-fuck- need you to take it, let me- I’ll make it feel good just-please, let me-hnn- let me in-” I’m nearly there, too overstimulated to feel much besides a dull pleasure, just letting him take what he needs, listening to him sob and suck at my neck, feeling numb as his hips slam into me, the thing pressing, stretching, slowly easing me wide enough with every thrust. “There, oh god- C’mon, cum on my dick, gonna push it in, keep you stuck on me until I- Shit-! Yes, yes, gonna be good-ah- boyfriend- give it to me, yeah, I need you to- fuck, cum for me, you’re so close, please baby-ah-shit- yes, god- let me-!” He pushes inside, his hand covering my mouth when I scream, the pain only lasting a second before it’s sat snug inside, his hips grinding into me as I clench, curled forward into him and twitching, too much feeling, overwhelmed tears wetting his shirt as I come down. “See? Did so good, sweet girl, my girl… So perfect, look so good full of me, feels so fucking-ah- good… Was I- Do you feel good?” I let out a dazed moan, finally calmed down from that rather daunting scene, peeling my face from his chest as he lays one last, longing kiss to the tender skin of my neck, his eyes meeting mine, my Leon, nothing left of the frenzy besides the addition to his dick keeping us together, his skin cooling back down.

“You have got to report this shit.”

[belongtodeukae]

prompt: “We might get caught. Does that turn you on?”

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[7:13 pm] “i could kiss you for hours”, you mumbled against handong’s lips before capturing them again for another taste. you felt her smiling against you, “nothing is stopping you from doing that”.

you pulled back, raising your eyebrows at her. since you were straddling her lap as she sat on the couch, you used her shoulders as armrests. so, as soon as there was more than the minimal distance between your lips, she simply tilted her head to the side and kissed your forearm gently, replacing your lips with another part of you. the action made your insides melt, assisted by her hands that were hugging your waist protectively.

handong was always so intoxicating, as if your body was following her before your mind even produced a single thought. that’s why you found yourself leaning back in towards her lips, tasting them a couple more times before voicing a thought that was there way too many minutes ago, “i can’t kiss you for hours because we’re not alone”.

“yeah, so?” handong asked nonchalantly, “we don’t have to kiss”, you could feel her mouth curving into a smile when she lowered it to kiss your neck slowly.

“handong, that’s…” you sighed when her kisses started becoming open mouthed, hand instinctively going to the back of her head, as if to help her to do the exact opposite of what you were saying, “that’s not even close to my point”.

she let out a few short hums, one after another, which could be roughly translated to ‘yes, whatever you just said’. that was further proven when her lips started traveling towards your chest, getting dangerously close to the outline of your v-neck sweater, “baby”, you accompanied the warning with a gentle tug on her hair at the back of her head. the situation wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been; besides two of you shamelessly making out on the couch in the living room she shares with 6 of her members, only one of them was present in the dorm. siyeon was in her room for a solid 20 minutes, entertaining herself on her phone was your guess.

the only issue was; you were facing the hallway directly and could see the door to her room clearly. if they were to open, you would have less than half a second to not look suspicious in any way. while you were weighing the chances of siyeon deciding to leave her room in the following moments, your sneaky girlfriend used your distracted state to pull down the low collar of your sweater along with your bra, exposing your breasts completely. you instantly gasped, both because of the sudden rush of cold air and because of handong’s cheeky laugh that didn’t stop even when she decided to take one of your nipples in her mouth, not hesitating for a moment before sucking on it harshly.

“fuck, handong… siyeon…”

“what about her? scared she’ll come out and see you looking like a slut for me?” you gasped once again when you realized how right handong was. due to the couch being pretty low, now your bare breasts were on full display to anyone that could standing in that hallway, only partially blocked by handong’s head.

suprisingly, the thought wasn’t scary. now it gave you a rush, but the kind that went directly to your heat. you imagined what siyeon’s face would look like if she saw you like this, letting your girlfriend and her member devour you and have her way with you in front of her. the thought made you shiver, spiking you with adrenaline. handong suddenly switched to the other side and played with the nipple she had just used, drawing out a whimper from you considering how sensitive it was after her rough mouth.

“answer me”, handong grazed her teeth along your nipple gently, “we might get caught. does that turn you on?”

once again, your body reacted to her before your mind did as your hips started grinding on her lap, your fingers pressing the back of her head into your chest harder. handong smirked again, “what if i just fuck you right here and don’t stop even after anyone comes in?”

[keelt9]

Chapter 2

Part 3

Masterlist

HI!

I wanted to take the time to thank you for the support you have been giving me, I really appreciate it and it keeps me very motivated to continue writting, thank you so much.

I hope that as I move forward, you will continue to like all of this, once again, thank you very much. 😉

“Are you awake?” __ hears and feels Caro really close to her face. She waited for her until 1 am, after that, her eyes gave up and closed, she didn’t even hear her coming to the room much less the time she arrived at her house.

“Carolina, if your breathing doesn’t wake me up, believe your weight over my back does.” __ remind with her eyes closed, hearing Caro giggle and lift from her back so she can stand or turn around.

“What happened?”__ sat in the bed just opening one eye, that was enough to see the huge smile on Caro face and the evident move of her jumping to hug her. 

“It was amazing! I really, really, really love it, every second.” Caro hugged her tighter and __ answered the hug.

“So you are…” Caro didn’t let her end the sentence.

“I AM HIS GIRLFRIEND!” __ just laugh with the shrill of her voice and pat Caro’s back. “I’m so happy __.” This time she splits, __ recognizes the pure happiness in her face, all over it, the sparkling eyes, the smile that swear will leave her cheeks numb by the night. 

“Yeah, I noticed.” 

“You should try it.” __ lend her head. “Be in love.” __ stands like the bed was on fire and shakes her head. “Please, if you…” __ grabs Caro face and squeezed it.

“When the orange tree produces strawberries.” Caro rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t even make sense.” She takes her hands off her face.

“Exactly.” 

Another day of coming and going left them tired and decided to arrive home earlier, rest a little bit and recover energy for their daily night picnic.

“Darling, Esteban called a couple of hours ago, he said please call him as soon as you arrive.” Mrs. Mendienta notified her when the two girls crashed on the sofa.

“He didn’t call your cell phone?” Caro asks her and passes the phone to the living room.

“Who knows, I left it in my suitcase.” Caro opened her mouth and hit __ shoulder. “That’s why they are mad at you!”

“Caro, let’s be honest, they have been mad at me since I stood at the table the night of the dinner proposal.” __ stands and delays the number expecting the curb of Esteban.

Matias arrived at the storeroom with a plan in mind, but he needed an accomplice, an indirect one.

“Hi Mar.” He greeted her, appearing in the frame door. 

“Matias, hi, what can I do for you?” Mar turns to her chair and smiles at him. He definitely never forgot the intense curiosity in Enzo's eyes and his last words before the part ways last night.

<”So, what is the name, again?” Enzo said in the most random moment.

“Name?” Matias turns to face him. 

“The girl's name, I mean.” Matias grinds and an idea set in his mind, he will comprobe his theory, sooner or later.>

“JAJAJAJAJA, no, no, if I can be so sure about something that is NO, totally.” Matias told Mar his theory. Ok, the fact of an indirect accomplice isn't so indirect, but it would be more weird if he tried to get information by himself.

“Come on Mar! Just think about it for a second…” Matias put his cards on the table; he didn’t miss any detail, from the moment he opened the door of the truck and found them until last night's talk.

“Just because I thought about it for more than a second…listen, Matias, maybe in her teens, yeah, I bought that, but now in her twenties.” Mar shakes her head with a smile on her face. “The only time I know she has been nervous or running away from a man, it’s because is a doctor with a needle.”

“But she…” Matias could swear to see her nervous eyes in her eyes the last time.

“Maybe she left my sister without her knowing, or she forgot her cellphone in plain sight, but I believe because she saw you and got nervous it is my last option.” Mar put her hand on his shoulder. “Sorry Matias.”

“Anyone has seen Recalt?” A grumpy voice came through the radio, Mar pointed with her eyes to the radio. “Is it your call?”

“Just promise me, at least you will consider it as a low probability.” Mar should deny it without a question however something in his voice tone and the security he had made her give in and agree. “Wait and see, just wait and see.”

Matias has the time against him, in 2 days will be the last shooting of the year before the Christmas vacations, it suppose it won’t be a problem, but the 2nd of January __ will take a flight home.

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The next one is one of my favorites. ☺️

[romanomomano]

hades 2 thoughts as someone who only has 18 hours

The game is incredible, but i have some things that i have complaints about that i dont think just get chalked up to early access woes.

VA and Music and Environment design are top notch as always. However, there isn't (as yet) a song that grips me the same way that Good Riddance did. Scylla's themes are banger for sure, catchy earworms, fun to listen to, etc; but they dont make me stop and listen like Good Riddance did the first time i heard it. to an extent the level theme of Oceanus made me stop and listen more than Coral Crown or I'm Going to Claw. I love that Supergiant games always have one or two songs that just make you Feel Things: Build That Wall, In Circles or Paper Boats, Never to Return, In The Blood. Granted, we only got In The Blood with the full release of Hades 1 so there's still time for the ending theme of Hades 2 to punch me in the heart.

Gameplay is a solid evolution of the first game, but I think the weapons are... odd? The staff and the knives seem the most well thought out to me, with a nice fusion of range and melee, speed and deliberation, they feel good. I've had a couple good runs with the torches but they're slow and don't feel particularly good. The Axe is Big and Slow, and in a game that requires as much speed as the late game does, once again it feels a little bad. The Skull is NOT the Rail no matter how much I wish it was. I haven't played around with too many of the Alt Aspects, but they don't seem to change the gameplay nearly as much as the H1 Aspects did.

Boons. I expect a lot of balance and changes to boons in the coming months, but theres like, half of them that are just Bad. H1 had some boons that you didn't want to take, and that were bad, but I feel like there's just so many more right now that are just... eugh.

The Artstyle. It's clear to tell where things are placeholder art, and where things are early drafts of art, and where things are 'finished' art. Flatter shading and less dynamic poses compared to the first game in some instances like on the Gods, but also some portraits that are very similar to the first game like Moros and Hecate. So who knows. Chaos' glow up is mindblowing. Bathtime portraits are wild. Heracles.

Too Many Resources. I appreciate the fact that you don't have to do Heat runs to get more boss mats, but comparing h1's resources to h2's is insane. Darkness, Gems, 3 Boss Mats (Blood, Diamond, Ambrosia), Nectar :: Bones, Ash, Psyche, (currently) 6 different Plants, Seeds, and Minerals, Nectar, Ambrosia, Fishing Lures, Shadow, Moon Dust, (currently) 6 Boss Mats (Cinder, Pearl, Tear, Sand, Wool, Apple), Star Dust, Nightmare... I think thats it? who knows. That, paired with that half of the resources can only be gained by an underworld run and the other half can only be gained by a surface run, As well as the fact that you have to pick the Shovel OR the Pickaxe means that sometimes you go on a run more to get to a certain point than to actually clear the run, and sometimes you're doing upwards of 4 runs for one upgrade. I get that the game is meant to be played again and again, but like, i wanna play the game to play the game and not to grind for the stuff for upgrades. I guess the retort is that if you play enough you'll get all the upgrades eventually, so it's whatever.

It's still a fantastic game. Incredibly fun. 10/10. I am eager to see what changes throughout the early access period. it just falls into one of those things where its so good that all the minor annoyances are blown out of proportion.

[sweetnsour1]

8:48:05

Smut, Dabi x female reader, part 5 of 7

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Part of the Villain Interview Panel series

Warm.

Too warm.

Your skin burned under his oceanic gaze, depths that you might have fooled yourself into thinking you'd reached if you'd had more to drink. Thoughts you might be able to guess at if you hadn't met him a couple hours ago. Expressions you'd possibly be able to decipher the true meaning of before they were wiped clean if...if you could think of anything else other than the way his mouth opens for his tongue to run across the deep violet of his lower lip. You let yours chase after it, cutting off the space he'd given you to escape.

The vibrations of his moan run through your tongue. You earn another as your fingers twist further into his hair. It's thick, so you let your touch become rougher. You didn't realize your other hand was worked against his throat until his groan runs through your fingers.

He lets you push him back, but his grip is tight on your ass under the loose fabric of your shorts and the back of your neck. He's not going anywhere without you. You can tell by the way he barely lets you breathe, making sure to nibble on your lip any time he takes a break from bullying your tongue with his own. His movements become more frenzied the more you're gasping for him. The sound of you almost choking on the air he lets you have only driving him to give you less. The metal of his buckle digs in and it fucking hurts. It's not easy to wriggle in his grip to make enough room to get rid of it, but you both moan as you accidentally grind against his hardened length.

"Fuckin' hell." His head has rolled back as if he's speaking to the ceiling. You unclasp the stupid fucking belt and yank it free, throwing it across the room hard enough for it to hit the wall. His eyebrow is raised when you turn back.

"Sorry?"

You can't help but giggle at the way he rolls his eyes, but any laughter left on your lips gets swallowed when he rolls his body next, pinning your frame beneath his. His lips find yours again, but the touch is too gentle and too quick. He breaks away, leaving you trailing after him with a whine. It's his turn to laugh as he slides down your body to stand where you had started beside the bed. His long fingers grip your ankles, tugging you so that he's between your knees. You don't get the chance to yelp. He's already wagging a finger at you.

"Come here."

He grabs your neck once you're sitting up in front of him, using his thumb to angle your chin up for another deep kiss. Your nails scrape against his skin as they tuck into the waistband of his jeans, causing him to moan into you again. He hums when he pulls away.

"Take 'em off." His laugh at your eagerness turns into a groan when you work on his zipper. "Fuck...I meant yours, doll." The way he moves against your palms has you questioning if he still means that, but he grabs your wrists, pinning them to your side before he takes a step back. You wanna' laugh at the idea of him stepping away to keep out of your reach...as if you're the danger in the room.

You pout, but hook your fingers into your own waistband, shimmying so that you don't have to stand to slide off your shorts or underwear. You blink up innocently at his smirk, knowing your shirt is long enough to have kept everything he wants to see out of view.

"Anything else?"

"All of it, sweetheart." His laugh is loud when you glare at his pants. "Fuck, you're a handful." He doesn't say it like he minds, and even unzips to let his jeans fall to the floor. You bite your lip at the sight of his tented boxers, earning another chuckle from him as he moves back between your legs. You let your head roll to the side as he kisses and sucks a mark onto your neck. You don't notice he has a hold of your shirt until he's tugging it off you. Normally you'd shiver or feel a chill run across your skin, but...

He's hot.

Too hot.

He has a knee on the bed, while he guides you back. You let him. Your eyes and brain only focused on the long cock he's freed that's bobbing near your face. He's looking behind you, making sure you won't hit your head, when you move forward.

"Fuuuuuuuck." His hand is on the back of your head when you swirl your tongue around his tip a second time. His voice is deeper, almost drowsy, when he speaks again. "Such a good fuckin' girl." You moan at the praise, and let him hit the back of your throat a few times before he pulls you off by the hair. "Later. Wanna take advantage of that quirk of yours first." Your mouth doesn't close, lips staying in the same "o" his cock had left them in.

"You want me to..." You close your mouth to swallow the drool that's pooled at the lingering taste of him. "...numb you?"

"First time?" His grin is wide as he memorizes the look on your face.

"No one's asked before."

"I'm not fuckin' asking." You let him guide your hand to him, activating your quirk as you wrap your fingers around the base of him. You're weaker than earlier, but that's probably perfect. You move forward to drool on his length as you pump his cock with your quirk, continuing the pace even after you've stopped numbing anything. Relief washes through you as your touch still draws moans from the man determined to fuck you all night long.

Go read part 6

okay...so he might get seven parts. I wasn't expecting him to think of using her quirk for that!!!

Masterlist

[weaponizedhorse]

Okay so I just found out there's a book that's "based on true events" about a cross country road trip that took place in 1938 to deliver*giraffes* to the San Diego Zoo! So after searching for way longer than I thought was necessary to find and account of the actual events and *not* just a review of the book. (I hate "based on true events" works anyway it just means 95% of it is fiction) I finally found an article! AND this article contains an article from 1938 about the event!! It's amazing!! So I thought I would share:D

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From The San Diego Union, Wednesday, Oct. 26, 1938:

Those Spots Before Your eyes, Reader, Are Symptom of Galloping Giraffe-itis

By Ruth Taunton

Giraffes! They’re here alive and kicking—accent on kicking--the two much-heralded animals that blazed a publicity trail across the continent were unloaded in San Diego zoo yesterday.

It was a three-hour ordeal. When they finally were in their new house, a picturesque building that resembles a fairy-tale illustration, every connected with the job was “ready to fall apart”— except Mr. and Mrs. Giraffe.

PAPA LOVE MAMA? MAYBE

They never have kept house together before, and just o make sure they do not kick the daylights out of each other—and make the Zoo’s $7500 investment worth no more than the current quotation on dead giraffes—the animals were shown to separate apartments for the time being.

Born in the wild country of southeast Africa, these babies, less than three years old, set sail from their native shores last summer and were 54 days at sea. No one thought of padding their stalls, and they learned bout mal de mer* during the last days of the voyage when the big September storm swept the Atlantic coast. Arriving in New York Sept. 23, they had to keep quarantine officers company for 16 days.

Charles A. Smith, head keeper at the zoo, was putting in that time devising ways and means of getting them into crates and on to a San Diego city truck for the last lap home

SHE WAS NO LADY

Loading them was no one-day job and in the melee, Patches (Mrs. giraffe), kicked Smith down more than once.

“I learned to expect it,” he said yesterday, “but I never learned to like it.”

Two weeks ago last night, Smith, the giraffes and Eddie Seuss, mechanic, started the trek westward, the animal’s heads sticking out of the top of the crates and astounding motorists from ocean to ocean wondering if they saw it, really.

Yesterday at 12:30 Eddie drove the truck through the gates at San Diego zoological gardens and all hands followed it to the mesa where the city’s big crane was waiting and the camels were wondering what the heck. It was some time before they found out.

HAM-AND-EGG PLAN URGED

Smith, who was quick to express his affection for Lofty--the giraffe that didn’t kick him--directed that his crate be the first to be unloaded by the whirring, grinding, chug-chugging crane. But getting Mr. Giraffe to leave his crate was another matter. Smith lured him with an acacia branch. He tried alfalfa and molasses. Advice from the sidelines urged him to try ham and eggs. Nothing worked until, after a couple of hours, he tried an onion.

“Onions,” observed Smith, “have power.”

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*Mal De Mer: Sea Sickness

After I finished reading this to my mom she made a joke in reference to the fact that Lofty got to come out of his crate first. She said "What ever happened to ladies first?! Good to know misogyny was alive and well in the 1930's" lmfaoo

Can you imagine being in the 1930's not having ever seen let alone heard of a giraffe, then one day you are driving down the highway and you see one with it's head sticking outta the crate lmao

[reflingthefox]

It's 4 am here. Feb 24th 2023, 4 am.

It's approximately a year since I was sitting awake, grinding the hell outta new Destiny 2 year content, when I heard weird, loud distant sounds. Then, the news broke out about war starting. Then, in less than hour, we were fleeing the city.

(Just in case, I'm not staying this late tonight because of some dumb anniversary. I'm prepping for another Destiny 2 year start. Timings are like this, sometimes.)

In fiction, it would be something something about horrors, obtaining trauma and looking for the ways to heal at this point. Sometimes, real life is like that. But sometimes, real life is dumbfuck, and it's dumbfuck I reminisce.

I think I scared my friends with the news I was fleeing more than I was hurt myself. Even now I feel like my stories hurt people I tell them to more than me. But at the same time, I have a superpower of not feeling how bad I am until it overflows. I mostly reacted to the air raids as "oh, huh", but then when I was left outta game raid event a couple weeks later, I broke down and cried for a day.

I farmed Flight Rising's Trickmurk Circus right in-between hiding in the cellar. It's the game's local holiday, it has so many things I didn't want to miss. When nothing was happening yet but tensions were rising, I even asked Ailinn to farm it wildly in case I go offline those days (so I'll have a place to get my stuff later). I didn't go offline, but I had to hide every so often.

Of course, it had to be called Trickmurk Circus.

Now every english-speaking person I tell this has to google "блядский цирк".

When the news came about some vehicles entering my city and getting lost in there, I wasn't surprised. I lived there all my life, and I know even locals get lost there every so often. The invaders didn't have a chance to beat the architecture clusterfuck.

The news I read consisted mostly of stuff like this for the first month. I guess people do need more dumbfuck in such moments.

Two months later I returned to the city. The people I was staying with were worse than bomb scares.

I started getting therapy. I started getting on track.

I shared at some point how the war felt liberating. Now I didn't have to worry if I'm a failure. "To survive is enough" was country-wide.

I promised myself I'd set up PayPal and do proper comms since it was relevant now. I never did. I struggle to draw unless I'm hyperfocused as hell.

Please make me hyperfocused more.

In the summer, I went to the countryside to meet my aunt and grandma. They relocated there before the war, fearing the city was too electricity-dependent. Then they got sieged. It wasn't probably too nice at that time, but when I got there, I was only greeted by more dumbfuck stories.

Then, half a year later, when I went again to visit for the late Christmas, I learned my cousin died on the frontlines, Jan 1st.

(I loved him. I didn't get enough time. He didn't go for a good reason. If he stayed alive for a month more, he would've returned for good. He helped me become me. I hoped his life gets better after this. It's not fair. Why.)

I'm not celebrating New Year next time.

In the autumn, some attacks managed to damage power infrastructure. We started getting scheduled blackouts - the city tried to preserve energy. Then we started getting sudden infrastructure drops for days straight. Sometimes there was no light, no water, no internet, and no way to learn the scale of stuff until one got to a public safety point.

I managed to download a few things before it got this bad. It was a right call. Nexomon Extinction, you're singlehandedly responsible for me staying sane the whole late autumnand early winter. Thank you so much.

Somewhere on the ride, I met Quotes and I'm so happy it happened. I thought I was not capable of making friends anymore, I tried so much, and kept failing, and drifting away the next day, and now with war in the picture, I wasn't capable to put the energy I was required to put for it to not fall apart. Turns out, it just has to be the right person, and then it clicks and isn't taxing at all.

I'm on my vacation right now. Somehow, between war and Covid and my work being not too mentally straining, I forgot to take my leaves and accumulated three months worth of vacation. So it's a month-long one, this time.

The last day at work, I just broke the fuck down. I think whatever was moving me forward turned off, and I finally felt how tired I am. I needed this rest. I hope I am getting rest.

My plants are dying, and I feel so guilty.

My snail didn't die, and that's both a relief and responsibility.

Time is a blur, and I'm crying again as I'm writing this post.

It's Feb 24th, 2023, and I survived. Please let me keep it on.

[stories-from-peter]

Stayin' Alive

I used to work for a printing company that employed a couple of fresh-out-of-college salesmen. Mike and Bob both worked hard all day and then would have to drive home at the peak of rush hour. This became tiresome after a few months and they started thinking of ways to get around the daily grind.

One of the pair noticed a local health club that had a nice offer on 3 year memberships. The thought came to him that they could avoid the rush hour and stay in shape at the same time.  After talking to his buddy about it they both signed up for 3 years. The intention was to hit the health club for some exercise and relaxation to unwind at the end of a hard day.

A few months went by and neither had been to the club more than a couple of times. The deal wasn't so good unless you actually used the facilities. They both decided to cancel their memberships. Bob called the manager and told him what a great club he had, but he and his buddy, Mike, had to resign as club members. The manager replied that they had signed 3 year contracts and they had to pay up or face legal action.

When Bob relayed the results of his talk with the club manager Mike was incensed that they were stuck with a deal they didn't want. After stewing over it for a while Mike had a brilliant idea. Since Bob had spoken to the manager, he reasoned that someone else could call the secretary and tell her that Bob was dead. That way they could save half the money. They can't sue a dead man, right?

On a fine Friday in July Mike called the health club. In his most sombre voice he explained to the club secretary that one of their members, Bob, had just passed away. The secretary was shocked, "Bob? Oh no, not Bob, I went to school with Bob!" she said. Evidently she remembered Bob but he had no recollection of her which was very unfortunate.  "How did it happen?", she asked. Mike was now in a panic and blurted out, "It was a skiing accident", in July no less. The secretary was now very confused. Skiing accidents don't normally happen in the summer. "Where did it happen?" she asked. With his mind racing Mike stammered "Ummm ... uhhh ... in ... in Montana". Maybe she would believe Bob could ski on dry grass.

Since the secretary knew Bob from high school she had to call his family to offer condolences. Soon after, Bob began to get calls from his parents, his sister, some old friends and a few colleagues. The following Monday morning he also got a call from the health club manager.

[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It��s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.