#you're right you don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️

[seitmai]

“Mrs. Rogers, you and Steve had to cancel the traditional honeymoon, has it put a strain on your marriage, and will you be taking a honeymoon any time soon?” “Oh, Ben, are you saying this isn’t a honeymoon? I thought all newlyweds took a five-month long zig-zagging trek all across America to kick off their marriage!”

Perfect answer 👌🏻

You nod, trying to ignore the small flutter in your stomach at the mention of Steve's name. It's ridiculous, you tell yourself. You're married to the man, for goodness sake. And you both know it’s a marriage for the stability of this campaign and the future presidency.

Don't ignore the flutter!! Even if you are already married!

As if sensing your presence, Steve looks up, his eyes meeting yours across the room. His face softens slightly, and he excuses himself from the conversation, making his way over to you.

🥰🥰🥰

"You've got this, Steve," you say softly, placing a hand on his arm. The gesture feels both natural and strange - you're still navigating the boundaries of your unique relationship. "Just remember why you're doing this. Speak from the heart, like you always do."Steve's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flash of vulnerability there. "Thank you," he says, his voice low.

She just saw right through him and knew exactly what he needed to hear 😌

"We could also leverage social media more effectively," you continue, warming to your topic. "Not just posting sound bites, but creating engaging content that breaks down complex issues in accessible ways. Maybe even collaborate with some respected influencers who align with our values." Steve leans back in his chair, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I like it. What else?”

I just know he look at her so proud 🤭

“What a surprise! The anit-social, bionic man with a staring problem doesn’t like the idea of pal-ing around with the new Mrs. Rogers! Man, I know you only recently started to like me, but can you get on board with her.” “Who says I like you?” he counters. “Ha ha,” Sam retorts dryly. “You should be so lucky that next time we put you up for president so we could canvas the country for a girl who could put up with you and all your bullshit.”

Hahaha Bucky and Sam are not letting a single chance pass to spat with each other 😂

“You don’t even know, do you?” Sam presses him, his tone incredulous. You hold your breath, straining to hear Steve's response. There's a long pause before he speaks. "It's not that simple, Sam," Steve says, his voice low and weary. "This whole situation... it's complicated." "Complicated how?" Sam presses. "She's smart, she's kind, she's dedicated to the cause. And let's be real, she's not hard on the eyes either. What's holding you back?"

Sam is just the biggest hype man and not only has Steve's back, but hers too

"No," Steve says quickly. "Not fake. Just... I don't know. Forced. This whole situation - it's not the same as the tour for war bonds back in ‘43, but it’s still a production. I never imagined being in a situation like this again." "None of us imagined this, Steve," Bucky chimes in, his tone softer than before.

Bucky is very right 🤷🏻‍♀️

"And she's here now, too,” Sam circles back to you, “and she's trying. You can't keep pushing her away." "I know," Steve says, his voice tinged with frustration. "I see it. She's incredible out there. The way she connects with people, the way she articulates our message, she’s all in and she's a natural." "So what's the problem?" Sam presses. "If I let her in and this doesn't work out..." "You mean the campaign?" Sam asks. "No," Steve says.

Steve is overthinking it, but i feel like that just shows how much he cares 🥺

Another silence falls between you, but it feels almost companionable, and the two of you enjoy your breakfast. Usually people try to fill any potentially silent moment around you these days, and so the reprieve itself is nice, but it doesn’t last long.

If you can enjoy some peace and quiet together that can be more meaningful that always having to have something going on ☝🏻

Red, White & True: Las Vegas & Cleveland (2/?)

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes Word Count: 4k Summary: Three months has raced by since you agreed to join the campaign team of Rogers for America as Steve runs for President of the United States of America. You've settled in and are starting to hit your stride campaigning, but what the state of affairs for your marriage?

Content/Warnings: marriage of political convenience, slow burn

Notes: This takes place in a post-Endgame scenario where Steve stays and generally most of TFATWS happened.

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[SEPTEMBER 2 - Las Vegas, Nevada]

“Mrs. Rogers!” “Mrs. Rogers!”

You exchange a brief look with your assistant Sophia. She nods to wordlessly confirm that you have a few moments and should engage with the press. Taking a deep breath, you turn and approach the bank of reporters waiting and eager to regale you with questions.

There are a few familiar faces who’ve been consistently covering the Rogers for America campaign, some of them even assigned specifically to report on you - mostly friends, but some that could be categorized in the foe column.

“Mrs. Rogers, you and your husband are in the same city for the first time in eighteen days.” This is one of the faces you aren’t familiar with in the gaggle of press. “Are you looking forward to being reunited as you support him in the first presidential debate tonight?”

Eighteen days… You hadn’t realized it had been that long, but you’ve become a trained professional when appearing in public now, and you don’t let your face betray any shock or unease.

“Yes, we’re eager to spend time together.” Consummate professional that you’ve become, you do play into showing a little bit of surprise. “Has it been eighteen days? Who’s been tracking this? Clearly we need you on our campaign team!”

It garners some good-natured laughs from the group.

“Mrs. Rogers, you and Steve had to cancel the traditional honeymoon, has it put a strain on your marriage, and will you be taking a honeymoon any time soon?”

“Oh, Ben, are you saying this isn’t a honeymoon? I thought all newlyweds took a five-month long zig-zagging trek all across America to kick off their marriage!”

A few more laughs.

“Steve is serious about this campaign, and we both knew the sacrifices we would be making along the way. Our time together is very limited, but I can tell you, without question, that Steve will be as dedicated to his roles and responsibilities as President as you have seen him be to this campaign. One thing we speak about frequently when we do have time together are the incredible people we’re meeting as we travel from state to state and get to talk with you, see what your life looks like in each new place.” This is true. It’s become one of the unspoken safe topics you can bring up at the drop of a hat with each other. “We’re getting the opportunity to experience first-hand that although we’re all so different, there’s so much that unites us as Americans, shoulder to shoulder, regardless of the part of the country we live in.”

“Thank you, everyone,” Sophia steps up and cuts in. “I’m sure we’ll see you all tonight at the debate. A reminder that the Rogers for America campaign will hold a brief press conference ten minutes after the debate concludes. For now, you have to let me get Mrs. Rogers in the car and on the way to the university or we’re not going to beat traffic - and neither will any of you.”

Then Sophia ushers you away, and you slip into the vehicle waiting for you both.

“Good answers,” she says, as the driver pulls away. “You’re really becoming comfortable fielding their questions and directing their energy where we want to see it go.”

You smile at Sophia's praise. She’s genuine but very no-nonsense, so she doesn’t throw out compliments to placate you or anyone else. It’s one of the reasons you promoted her to your assistant. "Thanks. I do feel like I'm starting to get the hang of it. Though I have to admit, I was a bit thrown by that '18 days' comment."

Sophia nods sympathetically. "I know. It's been a whirlwind, but you're doing great. The public loves you, and your approval ratings are holding steady."

You lean back in your seat, letting out a small sigh. "Approval ratings. Sometimes I still can't believe this is my life now."

As the car weaves through traffic, your mind drifts back to the past few months. The whirlwind wedding, the campaign launch, the endless string of rallies, interviews, and public appearances. You've barely had a moment to catch your breath, let alone get to know your husband.

Steve. Your husband.

In name and public persona only, it seems. The campaign trails that are being charted and continually adjusted for you, Steve, the VP nominee, and his wife, have all four of you covering as much ground as possible, and there’s rarely any overlap, but it does seem like you’re rarely with the Mr. to your Mrs. It makes things simultaneously more and less complicated. More complicated because the lack of time together means it’s more awkward that you’re still basically acquaintances but have to look the part of happy newlyweds. Less complicated because at least you’re not messing with any deep or complex feelings.

"Mrs. Rogers?" Sophia's voice pulls you from your thoughts. "We're almost there. Are you ready?"

You straighten up, smoothing down the front of your outfit. "As ready as I'm going to be. What's on the agenda before the debate?"

Sophia consults her tablet. "You have a meet and greet with the VP and a group of the local campaign volunteers. Steve should be arriving about forty-five minutes before the debate starts. Twenty minutes before the debate, you all have a brief prep session with the communications team - updates on the developments over the day and reviewing the message for tonight."

You nod, trying to ignore the small flutter in your stomach at the mention of Steve's name. It's ridiculous, you tell yourself. You're married to the man, for goodness sake. And you both know it’s a marriage for the stability of this campaign and the future presidency.

The car pulls up to the Thomas & Mack Center at the University of Nevada, and you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the chaos that awaits. As you step out, you're immediately greeted by flashing cameras and shouts from the crowd. You smile and wave, but don't stop to answer any questions as you make your way inside, following someone from the debate logistics team to get to the staging and holding area.

Backstage is a flurry of activity. Campaign staffers rush back and forth, last-minute preparations are being made, and there's an electric tension in the air. Your eyes scan the room, looking for one person in particular.

And then you see him. Steve is standing off to the side, deep in conversation with one of the communications strategists. Even after all these months, the sight of him still takes your breath away. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably handsome in his perfectly tailored navy suit. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he listens intently to the woman in front of him.

As if sensing your presence, Steve looks up, his eyes meeting yours across the room. His face softens slightly, and he excuses himself from the conversation, making his way over to you.

"Hey," he says softly as he approaches, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. It's for show, you know, it’s important that even your own campaign staff thinks this marriage is more than surface level, and you stifle the small thrill that runs through you at the gesture. It’s only a gesture.

"Hi," you reply, managing to offer up an encouraging smile. "How are you feeling? Ready for tonight?"

Steve nods, his expression determined. "As ready as I'll ever be. We still have a long weeks ahead, but I think we're in a good position - and that’s what they keep saying across the team at this point."

You nod, studying his face. Despite his confident words, you can see the tension in his jaw, the slight crease between his brows. You've learned to read these subtle signs over the past few months, even with your limited time together.

"You've got this, Steve," you say softly, placing a hand on his arm. The gesture feels both natural and strange - you're still navigating the boundaries of your unique relationship. "Just remember why you're doing this. Speak from the heart, like you always do."

Steve's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flash of vulnerability there. "Thank you," he says, his voice low. "I -”

But before he can say the rest of what he was going to, Sophia approaches, tablet in hand. "Mrs. Rogers, we need to go to the reception with the volunteers from the local campaign team."

[SEPTEMBER 7 - Cleveland, Ohio]

The campaign strategy meeting is in full swing, the air thick with tension and the buzz of caffeine-fueled ideas. You're seated at a long table in a nondescript hotel conference room, surrounded by a sea of laptops, notepads, and half-empty coffee cups. The walls are covered with maps, poll numbers, and hastily scribbled strategies.

Steve sits at the head of the table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he listens to the latest polling data. You're positioned a few seats away, close enough to appear united, but not his most trusted. Sam, Bucky, the VP nominee Young and his assistant, the campaign press secretary, the communications director, all sit closer to or directly across from Steve, at the heart of the table. But you are closer than the finance director, legal advisor, speech writers, and the policy directors.

You're seated next Sam on your left with Sophia on your right, taking notes and pulling up memos on her laptop.

Steve is leaning forward, his brow furrowed in concentration as he listens to the campaign manager, Jake Thompson, deliver his latest assessment.

Jake, a seasoned political operative with salt-and-pepper hair and a no-nonsense attitude, stands at the head of the table, remote control in hand as he flips through a report on polling and focus groups that have been conducted over the past two weeks with Gen Z in urban, suburban, and rural pockets of the country.

"As you can see," Jake says, his voice carrying a mix of concern and determination, "this is where we’re making progress. Enough of them are tired of the rhetoric that’s been recycled all their lives, problems that never seem to be resolved because they’re too useful as campaign issues. That’s why an independent candidate is beginning to look a lot more appealing.”

Jake clicks to the next slide, which shows a breakdown of key issues that resonated most with young voters. "Climate change, affordable education, and social justice are their top priorities. They appreciate your strong stance on these issues, Steve, but they're still skeptical about whether you can actually deliver real change."

Steve nods, his expression thoughtful. "So how do we bridge that gap? How do we convince them that we're not just another set of empty promises?"

You lean forward slightly, your mind racing with ideas. This is an area where you feel you can contribute significantly, given your background in non-profit work and your ability to connect with younger generations.

"If I may," you begin, and all eyes turn to you. You feel a flutter of nervousness but push through it. "I think we need to focus on concrete, actionable plans. Not just broad strokes, but specific steps we'll take in the first 100 days. I think it would speak to Millennials as well.”

Jake nods appreciatively at your suggestion. "Mrs. Rogers, did you hack into my laptop sometime in the last 24 hours?” He’s not smiling - he never outright smiles - but he has a proud glint in his eyes as he looks at you. “What you’re suggesting is exactly in line with what I wanted to bring to the table today. We need to show them we're not just talking the talk, we’re ready to his the ground running when they put us in the White House."

Steve nods, his eyes meeting yours with interest. "Go on," he encourages.

You take a deep breath, feeling more confident. "We should consider hosting a series of town halls specifically targeting young voters. Not just to talk at them, but to listen. Let them voice their concerns directly and then demonstrate how our policies address those issues. We could even live-stream these events, make them interactive."

Jake looks intrigued. "That should work. It plays into our strengths - Steve's authenticity and your ability to connect with younger demographics."

"We could also leverage social media more effectively," you continue, warming to your topic. "Not just posting sound bites, but creating engaging content that breaks down complex issues in accessible ways. Maybe even collaborate with some respected influencers who align with our values."

Steve leans back in his chair, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I like it. What else?”

Elsa, communications director jumps in, "These are excellent strategies we can absolutely put into play, but we're still facing challenges with this demographic. Many of them feel disconnected from the political process entirely. They see you, Steve, as part of an older generation that doesn't understand their issues."

You watch Steve's reaction carefully. His jaw tightens slightly, but he nods, absorbing the information.

"What do you suggest?" Steve asks, his voice calm but tinged with frustration.

Elsa hesitates for a moment before responding. "We need to make you more relatable to younger voters. Show them that despite your... unique background, you understand and care about the issues that matter to them."

"And how do we do that?" Steve presses.

Jake glances your way before answering. "We think Mrs. Rogers could play a key role here."

You straighten in your seat, suddenly very alert. "Me?" you ask, trying to keep the surprise out of your voice.

“Yes,” he confirms. “We have a problem and an opportunity that’s developing. That 18 days comment last week heated things up again with the public perception and scrutiny of your marriage. You handled it exactly as you should have, Mrs. Rogers,” he assures you, “that’s not our concern. But now that someone has brought up numbers for days apart, it’s becoming part of the narrative, and we already had to tame concerns over your sudden nuptials, we don’t want the state of your marriage to be the focus again.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, and you can see out of the corner of your eye that Steve isn’t thrilled about this either.

“But the opportunity here,” Elsa jumps back in, “is that we can put that to rest and capitalize on what we’re beginning to see as the Mrs. Rogers effect on the campaign trail. Her approval ratings were never bad, but they keep climbing. The public still wonders if Steve is a politician, if he’s ready to be the next President, but they already see a politician’s wife in you, Mrs. Rogers.”

You feel a mix of pride and unease at Elsa's words. On one hand, it's gratifying to know your efforts are making a positive impact. On the other, you can't help but feel like you're being used as a prop.

Even though that is what you are at the most elementary level.

"What exactly are you proposing?" Steve asks, his tone careful but with an edge to it.

Jake leans forward, his expression earnest. "We want to increase the number of joint appearances you two make. Show the public that you're a united front, a team. Town halls, rallies, even some more casual, candid moments. Show the public that you're a team, that you support each other. It'll help soften Steve's image and make him more relatable to younger voters."

You glance at Steve, trying to gauge his reaction. His face is impassive, but there is a slight tension in his jaw.

You can see Steve is uncomfortable with the idea, but he's considering it carefully. You decide to speak up.

"I appreciate the strategy, but I have some concerns," you say. "We don't want to come across as inauthentic or like we're using our relationship as a political tool. That could backfire, especially with younger voters who are already skeptical of politicians and doing things for clout."

Jake nods, "You're right to be cautious. We're not suggesting anything overly staged or fake. Just more opportunities for the public to see you two together, interacting naturally."

Steve finally speaks up. "I agree with my wife," he says, and you feel a small, unexpected thrill at hearing him refer to you that way, even though you know it's just part of this gig. "We need to be careful about how we approach this. I don't want to exploit our relationship. But let’s make it work."

Jake wraps up the meeting quickly at that point, instructing his staff to update each candidate’s logistics team over the updated schedule that will play to the ‘Rogers & Rogers Strategy,’ and putting the policy advisors and communications team to work on implementing your suggestions into the direction they were going to propose. As every minute of the campaign season is instrumental, nearly everyone clears out of the room at that point.

You’re at the elevator in the lobby when you realize you left your jacket in the hotel conference room. Sophia says they can have an aide bring it up to your room, but you insist you’d like to stretch your legs a little more before heading up to sleep. As you head back down the hall, you’re relieved to see the door is still open, and you pick up your step. But then you come to an abrupt halt when you hear voices and your name drifts out into the hallway in a conversation between Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

“I don’t like it.”

“What a surprise! The anit-social, bionic man with a staring problem doesn’t like the idea of pal-ing around with the new Mrs. Rogers! Man, I know you only recently started to like me, but can you get on board with her.”

“Who says I like you?” he counters.

“Ha ha,” Sam retorts dryly. “You should be so lucky that next time we put you up for president so we could canvas the country for a girl who could put up with you and all your bullshit.”

Steve chuckles - something you realize you’ve rarely heard him do.

“But it’s you I’m surprised by, Steve,” Sam continues. “Why are you still holding this girl at arms’ length?”

Steve heaves a heavy sigh, and you can just imagine him putting his hands on his hips.

“You don’t even know, do you?” Sam presses him, his tone incredulous.

You hold your breath, straining to hear Steve's response. There's a long pause before he speaks.

"It's not that simple, Sam," Steve says, his voice low and weary. "This whole situation... it's complicated."

"Complicated how?" Sam presses. "She's smart, she's kind, she's dedicated to the cause. And let's be real, she's not hard on the eyes either. What's holding you back?"

You feel your cheeks flush at Sam's words, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity coursing through you.

"It's not about her," Steve says firmly. "She's... she's great. Better than I could have hoped for, honestly. But this whole arrangement, it just feels..."

"Fake?" Bucky offers, his voice gruff.

"No," Steve says quickly. "Not fake. Just... I don't know. Forced. This whole situation - it's not the same as the tour for war bonds back in ‘43, but it’s still a production. I never imagined being in a situation like this again."

"None of us imagined this, Steve," Bucky chimes in, his tone softer than before.

Steve sighs again. “And I know it’s another thing I’ve chosen that neither of you signed up for, and I appreciate you being here by my side.”

"And she's here now, too,” Sam circles back to you, “and she's trying. You can't keep pushing her away."

"I'm not pushing her away," Steve protests, but it sounds weak even to your ears.

"Really?" Sam challenges. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're doing enough to conveniently keep your distance. She's your wife, Steve. On paper, sure, but she's also becoming a real partner in this campaign. You've seen how she handles herself out there."

You lean against the wall, your heart racing as you listen to the conversation. You know you shouldn't be eavesdropping, but you can't bring yourself to walk away, not when - even if you’re not involved - someone is finally talking about the state of your marriage.

"I know," Steve says, his voice tinged with frustration. "I see it. She's incredible out there. The way she connects with people, the way she articulates our message, she’s all in and she's a natural."

"So what's the problem?" Sam presses.

"If I let her in and this doesn't work out..."

"You mean the campaign?" Sam asks.

"No," Steve says.

And then - because of course it’s that exact moment - a door just a bit further down the opens, and you have to pretend you were not just standing in the hallway eavesdropping on anyone, and you abandon jacket retrieval and pretend you were on your way to the hotel bar to catch a quick nightcap with some of the staffers.

[SEPTEMBER 8 - Airspace over Ohio]

The next morning, it’s wheels up at 7am for the presidential candidate campaign plane, and you’re on it. You’re being sent with Steve to Wisconsin.

As the plane climbs to cruising altitude, you stifle a yawn and make your way to the "war room" - a section of the campaign plane that serves as a mobile strategy center and occasional dining area. The smell of coffee and pastries wafts through the air, a tempting lure after the early morning rush.

Sophia’s intern had already supplied you with your go-to morning drink, but you grab a plate and fill it with some fruit, cheese, bacon, and a surprisingly and delightfully warm croissant. The plane's engines hum steadily as you settle into one of the seats at the table. The early morning sunlight streams through the small windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wood table. You've barely slept, your mind still reeling from the conversation you overheard last night.

You pull out your tablet, intending to review the day's revised schedule, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Steve's words. The weight of them sits heavy in your chest, a mix of disappointment and something else you can't quite name.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't notice someone approaching until they clear their throat. You look up, expecting to see Sophia or maybe one of the campaign staffers. Instead, you find yourself faced with Bucky Barnes.

"Morning," he says, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. "Mind if I join you?"

You blink, momentarily thrown off balance. In all the months of campaigning, you've barely exchanged more than a few pleasantries.

"Of course," you say, gesturing to the seat across from you.

Bucky nods and takes a seat, setting down his own plate of food. There's an awkward silence as he settles in, and you can't help but study him. His hair is short again - the style he’d adopted when he was pardoned not long after the Snap. He's dressed casually in jeans and a dark henley. Despite his relaxed appearance, there's an undeniable intensity about him, a coiled energy that seems barely contained.

"So," Bucky says, breaking the silence. "Wisconsin."

You nod, grateful for the opening. "Yes, big day ahead. Are you joining us for the rally?"

Bucky shakes his head. "I’ll be backstage, but no."

Another silence falls between you, but it feels almost companionable, and the two of you enjoy your breakfast. Usually people try to fill any potentially silent moment around you these days, and so the reprieve itself is nice, but it doesn’t last long. Soon you’re joined by some of the staff - some seeking breakfast, some looking for you or for Bucky. And so the next wave of action for the day begins.

next part: HOUSTON

I KNOW! WE JUMPED FROM THE DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING TO THE BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER! But that's by design.

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[torialefay]

can't get this out of my mind, so here we go 🔞

✨ who in skz has the best pullout game, rated from best to worst:

best

changbin: bin is quite literally the most respectful boy ever. even if he's super into it, he makes sure to never go too far. he doesn't want to risk doing anything that would put you in a hard position. when he feels it coming on, he gets one more pump inside you and then he's out.

jeongin: innie has really been pushing that testosterone lately, but he's not stupid... and he is a little scared. he knows his limits & he's lowkey (highkey) terrified he'll accidentally get you pregnant without even ejaculating, so yeah, he out.

chan: channie WANTS to cum inside you, don't get me wrong. but he still always asks you in the moment... "where do you want it?" he asks hurriedly, pounding into you harshly and knowing he's about to go over the edge... honestly, his pullout game is kind of a close call most of the time, but he always manages to make it out right before cumming all over your stomach <3

minho: like chan, he REALLY wants to cum inside. he likes that power trip. but at the same time, i feel like he does also have a bigger sense of "responsibility" and probably feels like he will be fucked if there's a mini hellion version of him running around. he's pulling out... mostly bc he wants to see it all over the harsh red marks he left on your ass but still.

seungmin: seungmin just kinda doesn't give a fuck tbh, so i can't really rate him and have to put him in the middle. you know to expect that whatever he's in the mood for is probably what's gonna happen (unless you're 100% unprotected ofc). i promise you if you are either on birth control or doing aney, he will not give two shits where he busts. whatever happens happens 🤷🏻‍♀️ BUT when he needs to cum outside of you, he's good to get it out.

felix: lixie tends to just get carried away and lost in his own lil head. once he starts feeling good, he gets so into it that it doesn't even register til the last second that he needs to get out of you. he's gonna be there moaning, about to get that nut and you've gotta hit him a little to snap him out of it. once his mind catches up, he gasps a little before ripping that shit out.

han: han's pullout game is shit. period. once that rush hits him, he cums sooo quick. like he only has a couple of seconds before he's busting. even if he's trying to pull out, he gets like half way there and then he's all like "oh fu-u-uck" bc he can't stop it <3 then he's gotta apologize. every single time.

hyunjin: pullout game is basically nonexistent, but he chooses it to be that way honestly. he gets so lost in the moment that absolutely nothing can stop him from cumming inside you. he will quite literally wrap your legs around him and sink down even deeper inside of you every time bc aint no way in helllll he's pulling out at the most delicious part. he needs it to be an all-consuming experience

worst

[obsessedwrhys]

I was wondering if I could request a Leo or/and Donnie x reader. (I don’t know if you do multiple- if you don’t- super sorry! Just do whichever one you feel in the mood to do) where if someone runs a finger through their hair or scratches for scalp they just melt? Like full on limp- very easy to make reader stop overworking themselves, cuddle with them, just get them to sleep, ya know! Hope that makes sense lol!

DISASTER TWINS X TOUCHSTARVED!READER

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, no angst, reader is gn!! (I didn't know what to name this headcanon 🤷🏻‍♀️)

LEO

You just know being with this man means being constantly showered with affection.

That's why you two are easily the perfect pair.

Everytime you find yourself stressed from your work, he could feel his senses kicking in from a mile away. Before you know it, he's already by your side to provide emotional support.

"Alright alright!! Time to take a break!! Chop chop!!" He'd shoo you out of the chair and drag you to his bed.

He knows how hard your work is, at least he does from the things April has told him. That's why he goes over the top when helping you unwind.

Back massages, feet rubs, and your favourite, head massages. Dude would definitely purchase body oil for you. The way he so delicately runs his hands through your hair while also making sure he applies just enough force for it to be soothing. You couldn't help but hum happily.

Those noises being signs that he's doing things just right!!

Apart from that, if you were to finish your work, he would definitely reward you by buying all your favourite snacks while also cuddling together to watch a show you've been meaning to start.

But if you're too tired. He'd just play your comfort songs as you guys just cuddle to sleep.

He has a ton of playlists that contains your favourite songs.

You could ask him about that one song you don't remember the name to and he'll instantly know which one you were talking about.

He likes to brag about having such a hard working partner to his brothers.

Like pleaseeee you wish you could get lucky like me 🤭

Of course he's not fine with you overworking yourself. That's a huge no no for him.

If you were to object his idea of taking a break, this man will straight up kneel down and rest his head on your lap like a dog desperate for your attention. He wouldn't stop sighing or making sad noises until you've given in.

He knows you like physical touch so if you ever liked, he wouldn't mind keeping you company as you worked, which most of the time resulted in him falling asleep on the table.

He just wants to be apart of it okay!!! You like to tell him he's doing a good job even though he doesn't do much but play with the pencil by trying to balance it on his nose.

100% cutie patootie

DONNIE

Now this man don't play around.

If you tell him you need to get the work done on time then this man will help you make sure it's done on time.

He's extremely helpful, he watches as you work but he won't intervene unless you request for his assistance. That's because he wants you to grow and solve things by yourself.

However if he were to see you start to burn out from frustration, he'd suggest you guys to take a break which he likes to call "Coffee break"

Do not ever say no to coffee break because this man will talk you to tears by justifying about a topic you strongly disagree on.

He'd brew you both a cup of coffee, but if you happen not to be into caffeine then tea will do.

Since he's aware of how you seem to shut off your mind from physical touch, he would cuddle with you as he just scratches your scalp. The way your eyes flutter close makes him smile to himself.

As someone who also struggles with burn outs, he would hate for the same to happen to you. Yeah sure he doesn't take care of himself that well but that doesn't mean he'll let that happen to you!!!

If you are ever too exhausted, he'd offer to wash your hair for you. You know like those things they have at the saloon where you lay down and put your hair in the open sink thingy (im lazy to find the name)? Yeah he'd definitely make one in his lab just for your personal use.

He would 1000% watch tutorials online to give you that sensational experience.

Everytime you guys cuddle to sleep, you would still be a little awake to feel his hands tracing the features on your face. This habit of his pretty much became a routine that you have a harder time of sleeping if he isn't caressing your face.

He likes to reward you with kisses on the forehead everytime you get your work done. But that's not all, he'd always invent something new just for you. He may or may not have caught a sneak peek of your wishlist, and since some of the things you've wished for can be easily made by him. Why not save that money and let him do his magic?

He surprises you each time with the gifts and you are grateful every time.

Cuddles during movie night is a must!! I don’t know why but I just have a feeling this man probably has like a small cinema hidden in his lab.

You guys would always watch any TV series together, like one will not continue on to the next episode without the other there to watch it with them.

His cuddles are the best when you guys are watching romance movies. Especially during a romantic scene. His body would scoot closer to yours without him even realising. His arms around your body tightening slightly as he nuzzles his face a bit onto your skin.

100% supportive bf

[siera-knightwalker]

... if this is the only time you're noticing JC stupidity not have I got news for you...

Well, firstly, he's v stupid in that he never thinks about any political recriminations of anything he does. He doesn't know how to stand his ground at all. I don't remember him doing that...Ever.

He's also got very shitty critical thinking skills.

Exhibit A: JC's decision to IGNORE WLJ SENDING UP A FLARE FOR THE WEN ARMY to run to his very capable mother fighting against WZL.

Exhibit B: in Guanyin Temple, JC's first instinct when JGY holds a string to JL's throat is to yell and blame WWX

Exhibit C: Xuanwu Cave

Exhibit D: he asks WWX if he's too drunk to control his spiritual energy

Exhibit E: he literally never asked WWX if he was all right, just assuming WWX was even when he was stupid thin, flinched from people touching him, used demonic cultivation when it HARMED YOUR TEMPERAMENT AND SPIRIT

Exhibit F: I'm pretty sure WWX would have found a method to escape if it was him who was being chased by the Wens, even with his back.

Exhibit G: he fought against Zidian so violently, WWX was scared they would flip the boat over and they would drown. When YZY tied the two up and sent them away.

....I don't know how many I should be tagging. Honestly, I'm sure there are more, but I don't currently remember the other stupid JC moments. There were other moments of JC being deliberately malicious or lacking morals but let's not go into that. Oh, another stupid moment would be letting WWX go I guess. Exhibit H then.🤷🏻‍♀️

I don't feel like being nice:

Jiang Cheng is actually horrendously stupid upon another reread because he was there when Wen Qing and Wen Ning's supposed ashes are scattered in front of him for the clan and sect Leaders to feel high and mighty. Yet thirteen years later when Wen Ning surfaces he doesn't think to question the Jins "hey why is the corpse you said was destroyed and burned actually not" he goes on a rampage of wanting to burn and kill Wen Ning himself with no actual thought of the political upheaval that entails and the lies Jin Guangyao was covering and omissions. Goes along with the clan and sect banquet not bothering to again question any of this discrepancy in front of his face now. As if it wasn't actually anything to do with the honor, care and protection of his family and clan that he was raging about to Wei Wuxian constantly.

[imagineredwood]

Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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[be-my-sunrise]

3:04am

pairings: idol bf!jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, light fluff if you squint. minors pls dni

word count: 1,008 (i got carried away🤷🏻‍♀️)

warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, slight nipple play?, reader is feeling a bit jealous bc jeno went shirtless during smoothie, jeno gets handcuffed. let me know if i missed anything!

You don't exactly remember what happened, but one thing for sure is that you have been waiting all night to finally feel Jeno's body against yours. You both had just returned home from NCT Dream's concert, and the moment the door's closed, your lips immediately met his, hungrily moving against each other. One thing after another, the two of you are leaving a trail of clothes towards your bedroom. 

And now? Well, Jeno is currently between your legs and working his magic against your wet core using his tongue and fingers, making you into a moaning mess. His lips close around your clit, sucking on it whilst adding a second finger in your core. A breathy moan falls from your lips, back arching against the bed when he curls his fingers inside you. You rest your hand on his head to push him even closer. He looks up at you, reading your face to find out whether you're nearing your release.

Jeno pretty much knows you like the back of his hand. With the way you contort your face–jaw going slack, eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowing, chest heaving–he's 100% sure that you're close. The way you moan uncontrollably encourages him to pump his fingers faster and make you clench around him. You tug on his hair sharply, making him moan against your clit which sends low vibrations to it. Just when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach, you push his head and try to wiggle away from him.

"Wait, no–stop!"

Jeno immediately stops and looks at you with worry. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just want you inside me when I cum." You said breathlessly.

His face relaxes and he smiles. He leaves a few kisses on the inside of your thighs before getting off of the bed. You prop your body up using your elbows and you see him licking his fingers clean, his eyes closing to relish the taste of your arousal. He softly hums before opening his eyes again to look at you, making you blush under his stare.

"Sweet as always."

Your eyes never leave his body as he unbuttons his pants and pulls it down along with his boxers, mouth watering when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen. Jeno also can't help but appreciate the view in front of him–you completely naked on the bed, legs parted widely, your pussy glistening with arousal even in the dimly lit room, your swollen lips–he swears he can just cum right then and there. He climbs onto the bed once again, his figure towering over yours, eyes never leaving yours as he leans in for another heated kiss. The two of you moan into the kiss. It's been a while since the two of you had sex, so let's just say, you both are barely keeping it together. 

He pulls away and whispers in your ear before he continues to leave kisses on your neck. "I take it you like my little surprise from earlier?"

You scoff, "I think everyone enjoyed your little surprise."

The slight attitude in your tone makes him smirk. He then looks at you with a knowing smile.

"Are you jealous?"

Your eyes widen at his question. 

"What? Of course not! You know I'm not really the jealous type." You shyly look away to avoid his gaze. "I just don't like that everyone was staring at what's mine. Not to mention that it was also broadcasted online."

Jeno chuckles and gently tucks his hand under your chin to make you look at him. 

"You don't have to be jealous, baby. I'm all yours." He swipes his thumb along your lower lip before pressing his lips against yours for a sweet kiss. "They can stare all they want, but you're the only one who can touch me. And I. Only. Want. You." He pecks your lips in between words as he finishes his last sentence. 

The two of you lock eyes intensely before you push him onto the bed, switching the positions in a quick movement. You can feel his erection poking your inner thigh with the way you're straddling him right now. You put both hands on him to feel his toned chest and abdomen, lightly scratching his skin as you trail your hands down, making him shudder. 

"Mine," you whisper.

"That's right, baby. I'm all yours."

You lean down and start peppering his neck with kisses while your hands roam free on his body. His hands grips your ass, pushing your waist down to press your bare pussy on his cock, making you grind against him. Your lips eventually find their way down to his chest. Jeno lets out a broken moan when you flick your tongue on one of his nipples while your finger massages the other. Only his heavy breaths and your muffled moans can be heard. The small noises that he makes make you want to continue what you're doing right now and make him cum. Then suddenly an idea pops up in your head and you quickly pull away from him, earning a whimper from him.

"Babe, why did you stop?"

You open the bottom drawer of your nightstand and rummages for the thing you need. He couldn't exactly see what it is you're looking for, but he can definitely hear the sound of metal clinking. He sees you smiling with a mischievous look in your eyes as you show him the handcuffs. You can literally see his face lit up as he sees it and immediately lifts both of his arms up, waiting for you to cuff him against the headboard. Once he's all handcuffed nicely, you gently cup his face to kiss the little mole near his eye and on the tip of his nose before finally meeting his lips. You pull away and position yourself between his legs before looking up at his face.

"I hope you still have enough energy, baby." You smile sweetly at him whilst pumping his hard cock. "Because we're not stopping until I say so."

a/n: thank you for reading! it's been a while since i last posted a smut, but i hope you enjoyed it hehe🫶🏻

[loserboysandlithium]

Good Girl: Eddie Munson One Shot

⚠️Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI⚠️ rough sex, smacking, spanking, bdsm vibes, idk shit like that 🤷🏻‍♀️

Word count: 2.8k

******

A spotlight dangles over you as you sit tied up in your bra and panties in the corner of Eddie's favorite room. His dungeon, he likes to call it.

It was dark, other than a few candles along the wall and the flickering light above.

Your ankles were bound to the chair beneath you, your hands free so you could follow his instructions.

You hadn't listened earlier. And now it was time for your punishment.

His intense stare had you trembling as he circled you. His eyes were dark, a small glow from the candle flame making them even more intense and intriguing.

"I didn't say to stop." he snips and you slip your fingers back into your panties and to your warmth once again. You didn't want to keep going. You knew he wasn't going to let you finish.

You couldn't stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper into the pleasure your fingers were bringing to your clit.

Your pussy is soaked already just from the fact that he was watching. He stops in front of you and stands with his hands behind his back. He smiles darkly as his eyes go from your face down to your fingers.

"Put them inside, sweetheart." he hums as he stands watching.

Fuck. You slip two fingers into your warmth and begin fingering yourself. You go slow, feeling your slickness coat your fingers.

"Faster." he demands in a deep tone.

You move your fingers faster, adding more pressure, feeling yourself getting closer and closer as your fingers glide in and out.

"Eddie.." you moan and he chuckles deeply as he crouches down in front of you.

There's something about that moment you know you're going to cum... you were so close. Chasing that beautiful high. Your body is tingling all over. Your muscles clenching around your fingers.

You close your eyes and relax into it. So close. Your mouth opens and a whimper falls from your lips as you feel yourself right on the edge.

Maybe he'll let me cum.

You don't want to move so much as a muscle. You want absolutely nothing to take from the pleasure you're feeling.

Your head falls back against the hard wall as you feel yourself almost to your peak and then you feel his hand grip your wrist.

No.

"Only good girls get to cum, y/n." he smirks as you lean up meeting his eyes.

"Eddie, please." you whine.

He shakes his head and stands up again. You huff in frustration as he paces in front of you. He's dressed in a pair of tight leather pants. A deep purple shirt. Silk, unbuttoned halfway. His tattoos peek out beneath the fabric. His curls fall freely around his face.

He has a smug look on his face before he disappears into the darkness of the room. You see his shadow as he opens a drawer. You hear rustling, some metal clinking together.

You don't know what you're in for tonight. But that's part of the fun.

You sit waiting impatiently as he takes his time, leaving you completely helpless.

You hear the heel of his boot across the floor and see his pretty face appear in the light.

His fingers brush the sides of your face and you shudder at his touch. Then you feel the cloth against your skin. The realization that he's going to blindfold you sets in. You'll be completely deprived of sight.

The cloth falls across your eyes gently and you feel him tie it tightly behind your head.

"Eddie..."

"Quiet." he insists sternly.

You hear him step away again and then the radio clicks on, muffling any noises he might make, depriving you of yet another sense.

Shivers flood your body as you sit there unable to see or hear him. You could still feel his eyes on you even though you couldn't see them. You knew he was watching, circling you, letting the anticipation build.

Then finally you feel a touch. Something unfamiliar stroking a line down the middle of your back. You gasp at the chill of the metal against your skin.

There's a slight pause as it reaches your bra strap, and then you feel the cold again as a blade slips between the strap and your skin.

The strap snaps easily and you feel the sensation of the object running along your back again.

Your mind reels as he circles you, reaching out randomly to touch and stroke you with his rough fingertips, and the unknown object. A razor blade, a knife? Your breathing picks up as his touches disappear again.

Suddenly there's a tug at your other bra strap, the sharp object cutting it away easily. Then he's gone once again, back to the circling and random touches, leaving you aching for more.

You feel the blade again, this time at the clasp of your bra. Your bra falls to the floor and you hear him draw in a sharp breath at the sight of you.

You struggle to hold back a smile at this small sign that you were affecting him.

Then the sharp object is on your skin again, now tracing circles around your naked breasts.

You inhale as you feel him teasing your nipples with the cold metal, followed closely by his warm fingertips.

"Eddie, more. Please." you beg and he's silent as you feel the metal run down your side. It lands on the side of your panties, sliding smoothly between the lace and your skin, cutting it away from you.

"You should see how wet these are, Princess." he hums deeply.

The light sensation flows across your stomach as he moves to the other side and slices the last piece of fabric, leaving you completely naked.

You feel the air send chills across your wet pussy and you reach out for him. Your hands make contact with his face, you feel the stubble on his chin.

"Y/n... you're not behaving. Do I need to tie up your hands too?" he says with a condescending tone.

"No.. please. I'm sorry." you bring your hands back to your sides with a pout.

"I'm going to let you out of these ropes. And you’re gonna get on your hands and knees for me. Do you understand?" he continues as you squirm in the chair.

"Yes."

You feel a hard slap across your breast and you whimper.

"Yes, sir." you blurt out and you feel his warm breath against your ear.

"Good girl." he whispers, making your pussy throb intensely. He slices the rope that was binding your ankles and you stand up, your legs trembling slightly before you kneel on the hard floor. You place your hands on the ground and you feel one of Eddie's rough hands on your ass, the other lands on your lower back as he kneels behind you. He slowly rubs along your ass causing you to let out a soft moan.

You relax a bit as he massages your ass. You feel his lips plant small kisses along your back and your body is on fire, finally feeling him touch you. And then..

Smack!

You cry out as you feel the sting of his hand, his metal rings adding more pain. You squirm slightly but he grips your hip, holding you firmly in place.

Smack!

You let out a needy moan and he continues again and again. Smack after smack, your ass stinging from the slaps.

He wants you to beg for mercy. To plead with him to stop. Not yet.

"Stand up," Eddie orders suddenly. You slowly eased yourself to your feet. Your ass was on fire but you weren't willing to give him that satisfaction just yet.

"Are you ready to apologize?' Eddie inquires as you stand there completely naked.

"You're gonna have to have to do a lot better than that, if that's what you want." you challenge.

Eddie chuckles before fixing his tone.

"Mmm, I see," he says simply. "Go back to your corner."

Shit.

"I can't see, Eddie." you sass.

Smack! Another sting against your ass.

You whimper as his lips meet your ear. "Watch your tone." he burns.

"Yes, Master." you say apologetically. He leads you back to your chair and disappears. You sit there waiting and waiting. You don't know how long has passed before you finally hear his footsteps again.

"Hands and knees." he says calmly, stopping in front of you.

"You left me here for.." your words are cut off as his hand grips your throat.

"Hands and knees." he growls and you nod as a small squeak leaves your throat. You resume your position on the floor, feeling the pressure on your knees immediately.

You feel something tickling your back slowly. Oh, fuck.

WHACK!

You grit your teeth as the leather flogger meets your skin.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

This time, you scream out as he delivers a particularly strong strike across your ass. The pain was intense, but the pleasure you felt building between your thighs topped the pain.

You didn't want him to stop his assault. More pain followed by more pleasure.

"Well?" Eddie rasps, giving you time to respond. You keep quiet, craving the pain once again. When no response came..

WHACK!

"Y/n?" he asks again. You keep silent.

WHACK!

You yelp as the leather hits your back this time.

"Please stop," you beg, feeling tears running down your cheeks. Your entire body shudders. Your pussy aching for attention.

"Please," you beg, "No more. I apologize.. Eddie, please touch me."

A wave of relief washes over you as you hear the flogger drop to the floor. Tears continue to run down your face as you sob quietly, your body continues shuddering as the pain flows throughout your body.

"Please fuck me," you say softly. You feel his hands on your body. He kisses softly up your back and finally to your neck. You moan desperately as his lips begin a light suction. He removes the blindfold and comes around to meet your eyes.

Eddie reaches out, wiping the tears from your face before running his fingers through your hair.

He stands up from the floor and slowly removes his clothes. You look up at him through your watery eyes. He's so beautiful. Always. But especially in this light. A warm glow is cast across his toned body. The black ink of his tattoos stands out against his fair skin.

"Are you going to obey from now on?" he teases as you look up at his cock, standing erect.

“Yes, Master. I'll be a good girl." you look up at him innocently.

He smiles as he gently helps you up from the stone floor and leads you over to the furry black carpet. As you kneel down you almost moan feeling the plush softness on your knees, so drastically different from the pain you were feeling before. Eddie kneels behind you and slides a finger into your pussy, feeling how drenched you are.

"Mmm.. you liked that punishment, didn't you sweetheart?" he hums as he adds another finger.

"Yes. Yes, baby." you admit, your body is overwhelmed already from just his fingers. Finally.

He begins pumping in and out of your pussy, the sounds of your wetness loud. You let out a needy moan, arching your back, pressing your ass back into him. You feel yourself close as you grip the carpet in front of you.

"Already?" he chuckles as you rock against his hand.

"Mmm.. yes... please let me cum!" you cry desperately, your fear of being denied at the front of your mind.

"Poor little thing. Cum for me, y/n. Cum on my fingers, sweetheart." Eddie gives you permission and you feel the intense pleasure as you fall apart beneath his fingers. He moans deeply as you soak his hand.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl." he mumbles, lust fills his tone.

He lifts one leg, planting his foot on the floor as he places his tip at your entrance, slowly sliding it up and down your dripping slit. "Mmm.. fuck baby, are you ready?" he gives your ass a light slap.

"Yes." you breathe out. His rough hand reaches to cover your mouth tightly and you smile beneath it. He plunges into you roughly, giving you every inch of him. You cry out into his hand as he continues to destroy you from behind.

Eddie changes his pace, pulling out slow and slamming into you hard. Your body jolts with every thrust he gives you.

You scream into his hand and he pulls out suddenly making you whimper at the loss of him inside of you.

He grabs the black blindfold from the floor and places it between your teeth, tying it tightly behind your head.

He gives your ass an even harder smack and you moan loudly but the blindfold does it's job.

"There we go, baby. Now you can scream all you want." he chuckles before pressing your face down into carpet. Oh, shit.

Eddie wastes no time before thrusting back into you. He holds your head down into the carpet as he pounds into your pussy. Your eyes begin to flutter as he thrust forcefully into you again and again.

He feels so fucking good.

His fingers dig into your hips harshly as he pulls you back against his cock. Your screams might be muffled but the sound of him fucking you rings throughout the room. His body slapping against yours, his cock pounding into your wet pussy.

"God, I'm... I'm not gonna last much longer.." Eddie groans deeply.

He grabs the back of the blindfold and pulls hard forcing your head up as he used it as leverage to ram into you.

You feel yourself on the brink when he pulls out and flips you to your back quickly, watching as your chest rises and falls rapidly. He leans down over you, his eyes are softer, his body language different. He slips the blindfold down from your mouth and it hangs loosely around your neck.

You whimper lightly as he brings his soft lips to yours. You wrap your legs around his waist and tangle your hands in his hair as his tongue slips in your mouth. He kisses you passionately, both of you moaning into the kiss.

You feel him press the head of his thick cock to your pussy and you feel yourself getting wetter with the anticipation of what's to come. Slowly, he enters you, stretching you out.

He withdraws just as slowly before entering you again, a little farther this time, then slowly out again.

"Eddie, more." you beg and you gasp as he gives you what you want, filling you completely. He matches his movements to the rhythm of your hips as you rock with him. Your ass was still screaming from the pain that had been afflicted, yet your body was tingling with the satisfaction from his cock, erasing everything else.

Eddie moans in your ear as he speeds up, pleasure overtaking both of you.

"I love this pussy, baby. You like when I fuck this pussy?" he mumbles deeply in your ear.

"Yes! Fuck.. Eddie!" you cry as he slams into you roughly.

"Say it." he hisses.

"I love when you fuck my pussy." you moan softly as your nails dig into his back.

"And whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Eddie. It's yours." you whine as your legs begin to shake. His thrust become wild and erratic. Hitting deep within you with every stroke.

Your bodies slap together and the room fills with yours and Eddie's cries of pleasure. He speeds up his thrusts hitting the perfect spot again and again causing your eyes to roll wildly.

You feel the carpet beneath you rubbing against your raw ass as he fucks you harder and harder. You claw at his back, leaving marks as your back arches into him.

"Look at me, y/n." he burns as he brings his face to yours once more. You struggle to focus and he slows down his thrust momentarily allowing your body to relax. He looks deep into your eyes and brings his face closer.

"You're mine, y/n." he whispers, his lips brushing yours. His words send you over the edge and you bite down on his shoulder as your orgasm pulses through you. He moans huskily as your teeth sink into his skin.

"Oh fuck... fuck, y/n. You're so wet.. so fucking wet." he mumbles into your neck as he continues thrusting in and out quickly. Your head falls back to the carpet as he has his way with you.

"I'm yours, baby. All yours." you pant breathlessly. Small whimpers flying from your lips as he fucks your overstimulated pussy.

"Cum for me, Eddie." you encourage and you hear a deep rumble come from his chest as his cum shoots into you. His head falls heavily to your chest as you both lay there.

"You did so good, baby." Eddie praises and you sigh happily.

"One more time?" you smirk up at him and he kisses your lips.

"Good girl." he says with a smile playing on his lips.

[thegamingcatmom]

Uhh...y´all know you can just...not read it, right? It´s still up to you to actually click on that work and see what it´s all about. Which you´ve done, apparently. Because why else would you sit here and call ppl (who you´ve probs never met irl) all sorts of things for enjoying such fictional content? Which brings me to my other points:

...how are you gonna sit here and say that just because something is fiction that ethics and morals and values don't fucking matter?

Because that´s exactly the point. Do you think that just because someone writes about certain situations, they wanna be in those situations?? Or would enjoy putting others in those situations?? By that logic, I´m looking to get fucking chased through the woods in the middle of the night, only to get kidnapped and dragged to god knows where in Alaska.

(I mean-)

The main difference between fiction and reality is that, in fiction, you can go absolutely bonkers without hurting anyone but your own sanity.

...you're enjoying consuming that media that in real life would be harmful to other people.

Exactly. It would be harmful in real life. So I don´t see the problem here, tbh.

The argument that these characters do other crimes that are bad. It doesn't matter.

I absolutely agree. It doesn´t matter if a character has committed previous crimes or not - you can still turn them into the worst kind of monster. You can take the nicest character and transform them into your worst nightmare. That´s the thing about fiction:

The only limit is your own imagination.

It is so unbelievably disrespectful to the creators of any media...

...Huh? Are you talking about Capcom or?

If so, how exactly is it "disrespectful" to sit your ass down for hours on end to feverishly write about your favorite characters and put your own spin on them? Writing is still art, and art isn´t always pretty. Sometimes, it´s meant to be horrifying and disgusting. And, to be brutally honest with ya-

...I don´t think Capcom really cares what kind of stuff the fandom produces, as long as the hype´s still going strong. But you´re free to disagree with me ofc. ✌🏻

Honest question though: Do you know of any cases in which Capcom has openly complained about the way their fans portray these characters? I´m honestly curious about that one. 👀

Because if you said that shit to a person Irl you'd get your shit rocked, you'd get Swiss cheesed.

...Yes: In real life. Do you realize you keep debunking your own arguments?

Y'all ain't had conversations with real people in a minute. Get off the damn phone.

I mean...you dedicated a whole ass post to other ppl´s online activities. Maybe it´s you who should get off the "damn" phone? Get a breather, stop concerning yourself with the things other ppl do online. You´ll be much happier, trust me. (And I do mean that, btw.)

I don't wanna see no r@pe/noncon, no incest, no underage shit...

THEN STAY AWAY FROM IT. Why is this so hard to understand for some ppl?? 😭

It really comes down to the following:

Don´t like, don´t read. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Listen, this isn´t me attacking you or anyone else. Everyone who really knows me on here knows I´m not that type of person. I´m merely responding to what I´m seeing. And, honestly?

I´m fucking tired of seeing this witchhunt.

I´ve never experienced this kind of calling out and bashing in any other fandom. This shaming other ppl for their fictional likes and dislikes.

What gives you the right to decide what´s "suitable" for OTHERS to enjoy??

I absolutely understand that some topics just aren´t for everyone. That´s totally valid. 100%. I´m not saying you´re wrong for finding these things horrifying and appalling. Sometimes, that´s exactly what these works want to evoke in you.

But what I don´t understand is this need to stop others from enjoying that content. Content that is, in most cases, properly tagged. And that´s the thing:

Most of these work do have those tags and warnings, and y´all STILL openly complain about them? Just stay away if you can´t stomach these topics. End of the story. Problem solved.

I´m sorry (not really), but I just had to get this out because this is getting ridiculous.

Ya'll goofy mfs piss me off. Cause how are you gonna sit here and say that just because something is fiction that ethics and morals and values don't fucking matter? The reason that it's problematic is because you're enjoying consuming that media that in real life would be harmful to other people. That is why it's problematic because you are enjoying something that inherently is harmful and unethical. The argument that these characters do other crimes that are bad. It doesn't matter. It is so unbelievably disrespectful to the creators of any media to take their work and make the characters in a way that is NOT just ooc. It's you making a character who is like a morally grayer, arguably bad person and then making them commit atrocities that genuinely are some of the worst things someone can do to another person. That's what I don't understand about you guys. You need to hop off the internet and go talk to people in the real world. Because if you said that shit to a person Irl you'd get your shit rocked, you'd get Swiss cheesed. That's what's wrong with y'all. Y'all ain't had conversations with real people in a minute. Get off the damn phone. I don't wanna see no r@pe/noncon, no incest, no underage shit and yall defend it cause you're weird. They need to check y'alls hard drives istg. If you all disagree with this, please block me cause we are not for each other, Bro. I will never understand you.

[covenists]

✦ I LOVE SPRINGSTEEN, FADED BLUE JEANS, TENNESSEE WHISKEY, L. NORRIS

you know you'd always love him just like you love your whiskey and jeans.

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ⋆｡✦˚‎

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[leclercloml]

Blaugrana Girl | PG8

pairing: pedri gonzalez x modric!reader

summary: barcelona's golden boy and La Liga's starboy, who've been single for a while and have finally started dating someone, and that someone turns out to be none other than the daughter of the famous midfielder of their biggest rival and the 2018 Ballon d'Or winner, Luka Modric.

genre: SMAU

warnings: google translated spanish and croatian, grammar mistakes i guess, incorrect match dates (to match the storyline)

author's note: I can't believe this is my first time doing a footballer fic even though football is my favourite sport alongside f1, anyways hope you guys like it

ynmodric

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ynmodric 🕶️🤍

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ynmodric

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yourinstagram no I still haven't forgave him for 2 goals against us but I guess he's kinda cool.

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ynmodric

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ynmodric

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ynmodric it was supposed to be a surprise or soft launch or whatever but y'all are literal Sherlock Holmes, so here it is, the love of my life, the most precious thing to me, MY beautiful boyfriend, te amo bebe ❤️ (AND don't worry y'all dad approves)

tagged; pedri

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[black-occamy]

They claim... What now?

Blimey, kids these days know nothing, I say...

Gonna scare a load of Americans rn but Sirius black is one of THE most British characters in modern literature??? I don't understand how anyone can look at him and say he's 'so American' to them and he's from Boston (which I see all the time) or whatever bc...

VERY typical Islington posh lad, like he is literally from London? That's about as stereotypical as a British character gets. He's a rich twat who lives in an ancient London townhouse about a 1 minute tube journey or 3 minute walk from the booming city with the British underground counterculture on the rise all around him. The potential there is crazy you don't have to chuck him in NYC to explore it. He has the dry humour, the ability to track his family tree through the same city for more than 300 years, which could be part of what his parents' old fashioned beliefs may be founded in (tradition that predates the existence of the us), if he was alive in the modern day he'd be the posh knob who thinks they're a roadman because they can swear. Imagining him with an American accent is like ripping the wings off a baby angel, do you just not hear that RP accent?

He practically embodies the entire concept of London: old-money, well-respected guy but if you get close enough you'll see the recklessness, a hub for counterculture and chaos that masquerades as a place of democracy and political strength. He fits London so perfectly why would you take him away from it.

[peppermint-monster]

Rengoku Kyojuro. X Chubby Reader!

Warning: Dirty Talk, Handjob (solo), Petname (Little Flame), Fingering (Female Receiving), Spanking, Caught, Oral sex (female receiving), Rengoku being a tease. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (besides, she's a female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that the photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Rengoku X Chubby Reader!

Rengoku Kyojuro was definitely the golden retriever to her black cat; he was radiant, positive, and motivated compared to her aggravated, gloomy, apathetic demeanor. In all honesty, he was odd. Nonetheless, he was her master, and she was his apprentice, someone she admired and looked up to but secretly craved.

He was the sweetest man she had ever met. 

Treating her so well that he made up numerous training exercises that were much easier for her, also allowing her to train graciously by his side, whipping her into proper shape. Though being a Demon slayer was no easy task, it was mentally and physically draining, often leaving her body sore and her fingers cut with callousness. Afterward, as a celebration, he would take her to eat, saying his signature phrase, “Umai!”

His unexpected, amusing outburst caused her to discreetly smile at herself while taking a bite of her rice.

When he finally took her to her first mission, Master Ren~ was there every step of the way. He supported her in every way until the demon they were hunting got the upper hand, catching her off guard. The demon was about to strike her, but a sudden thump seemed to pause that. 

That thing was the demon's dismembered hand, which caused them to scream in anguish. She was so caught up in thinking about what her mentor had done that she didn't notice him moving in front of her in a battle stance. “Don't worry, I got this.”

Okay, so…her first mission wasn't the best. She even apologized for almost getting them both killed, bowing over with her face heating up in embarrassment and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“You’re right. That was reckless of you, but it was also irresponsible of me to think you were ready.”

“I'm sorry.” She failed her Master's.

“But with how things could have gone, I could say you did better than expected, and that counts.” He sighed, placing his hand on her head and patting it.

Why was he so nice to her when he should be lashing out? She doesn't get it but can't help her heart from beating fast.

Despite her reluctance, they are now at Butterfly Manor, per her master's directive. Miss Shinobu insists that she be confined to bed rest for days to recuperate and avoid overworking, while her mentor has gone on a solo expedition, leaving her feeling disheartened.

Thanks to the help of the sweet caterpillar triplets, she was able to heal correctly, much to her relief. With such happiness, she wanted to get back on track and improve her training with her mentor. 

For that to happen, she needed to let him know she was okay.

Despite being under house arrest and having only seen Master Rengoku once, she couldn't resist the urge to visit him upon learning of his return. Even though she knew it was wrong, she sneaked through the dark corridors and stood directly in front of his chamber.

With nerves building up inside, she lightly knocks on the sliding door.

Knock

Knock

A moment passed of dead silence. No noise coming from the inside can be heard.

Feeling intrusive and not wanting to bother the man, she turns to walk away but stops mid-step when she hears faint sounds coming from his room. Overthinking the worst and believing Rengoku had been injured during his assignment or had perhaps drawn an intruder his way, she bursts through the sliding door, expecting to see her mentor hurt and struggling to bandage himself up or someone ready to strike. 

Instead, she was met with his arms, keeping his upper body upward as he lay, there the gracious Flame Pillar himself, Rengoku Kyojuro, was in bed, desperately stroking his heaving member.

In disarray, the iconic uniform worn by all Demon Slayer members was noticeably absent. Instead, leaving him draped in a robe, slightly ajar, with his majestic naked body fully exposed.

Unveiling every scar she’d fantasized about feeling, running her hands down his chest and to his leaking member- though back to this embarrassing encounter.

Her lips parted, and a gasp escaped before she could contain it, expressing her surprise.

Catching the lustful gaze of her dearest mentor.

"I-I'm sorry," she blurted out before she could stop herself once again.

Before she could allow Rengoku to cover himself fully, she turned around and dashed out of the room. However, she barely made it a few steps before the baggy pajama pants she was provided caused her to trip and fall to the floor, further embarrassing her.

“Ow..” She mewled, rubbing her forehead while sitting in a W position.

Unfortunately, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

"It seems that we've caught someone trying to sneak a peek into things they shouldn't be."

A harsh voice looming over her sent a shudder down her spine. 

Her breath seized as she saw her dream guy; his formerly spiked-up hair was now unkempt, with bangs falling low and obscuring those fiery eyes that used to stare into her soul, now appeared to be undressing her with his sinful gaze and faint smile he always seems to wear.

Trailing her gaze more down, she saw his robe was still unfastened, exposing his well-built body. Continuing lower down his happy trail, Rengoku appeared to have some dignity by putting on a fundoshi, much to her relief and dismay.

The moment that sliding door closed, Kyojur was at his wit’s end.

He treats his curvy apprentice like the goddess she is, worshiping her mind, body, and soul and never once treating her anything lower than that standard. However, being the man who must train her so she could someday become a Demon Slayer has its moments where he has to be tough and rough with her so that she won't get killed if a scenario were to come.

Much to his dismay, it just happened days ago with that infuriating Demon. He expected much better from her but was caught off guard and almost killed in front of him. If Kyojuro didn't interfere, he was certain his beloved flame would have died.

So when the opportunity came to protect her, he took it, forcing her into house arrest to “Heal.” Even then, he couldn't handle that and went on a mission to distract himself from what had happened.

But even that couldn't help him.

The metaphorical leash he’s tightly held was slowly loosening from his grip.

“You are in serious trouble.” Kyojuro’s hands roughly grabbed her ass, kneading a handful of her cloth skin as he could fester, making her whimper.

“Such a bad girl, my sweet flame.”

“Whatever.” She huffed out, rolling her eyes. “It’s not my fault. I knocked multiple times, but no response.”

Kyojuro was irritated and annoyed by her sassy behavior, and he needed to take a deep breath and not let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him.

She backs away from the tall man, trying to walk away from him, but is stopped by a big, surprisingly warm, rough hand that grabs hold of the back of her neck, bringing her close. She let out a gasp, and then he took full advantage by slamming his lips down on hers.

Her arms instinctively pressed against his nude chest as her heart beat loudly on her own.

“Such lies your speaking.” He mumbles against her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head to the side to give him access to her neck.

As though sensing her need to defend herself, Kyojuro kissed her again, still hungry and desperate but more gentle than before. 

“Admit it, you're a voyeur.” He whispers in her ear with a sly grin.

"What!" She whisper-shouts, her cheeks burning from shock and humiliation.

He shifts his hand from her neck to her waist, drawing her in against him while he pushes them back and toward the bed's edge. This causes her to fall back onto the bed, with one arm supporting her while Kyojuro leans over her.

She looked up at him with those dough eyes and plump lips sinking between her teeth.

That’s it, Kyojuro finally snaps.

Finally, he let go of the subconscious leash, liberating himself from the subconscious restraints.

Bringing himself forward, Kyojuro sat at the edge of his bed and took hold of one of his beautiful flame’s ankles, bringing her close to the edge of the bed to undo her pajama pants and pull them down her legs.

He took a sudden deep breath, feeling his breath catch at the astonishing sight before him.

“You’ve been naughty, my sweet blaze.” Kyojuro guided her to stand before him, resting his hands on her waist to keep her still. She rested her hands on his shoulders while staring in a longing gaze.

“I think you need a punishment.”

His hand firmly comes down against the curve of her ass, and she gasps at the contact—a slap ringing through the room.

“One!”

He smirked at her reaction, seemingly satisfied at the dark handprint quickly revealing on her skin.

“Keep count for me, k?” He softly caressed her ass with his other hand while grinning and repositioning the one that was holding her hands behind her back.

Before she could say a sentence, his free hand roughly met her ass again. The full force of his strength struck her left ass cheek more aggressively than she anticipated leaving her crying out.

“Two!”

Another slap landed on her other cheek, slightly lighter than the first two but still hard enough to take her breath away and anticipate more.

“T-Three.” She hesitated for a moment, nearly losing track of the count, but she quickly regained composure before her devoted master could take further action.

Another slap landed on her ass.

Then another.

And another.

There was a brief pause, Kyojuro letting go of her restrained hand while also allowing the throbbing soft flesh of her ass to have a break from its punishment. Rubbing a hand over the darker shade he had left, feeling the warmth it brought and much more.

“What’s this?”

Seeming to notice between her spread buttocks was a damp patch on the front of her panties. Dawning on him that his curvy beauty was getting off on this.

“You like this?” He murmurs under his breath.

Curiously, Kyojuro slips her panties halfway down her legs, caught between her lower thighs, his thick, calloused fingers spreading her folds. It's sinful how hot her wet heat is; squelching noises filled the room. “Should’ve known you'd be like this since you're a voyeur.” He chuckles to himself.

Shudders of embarrassment ran through her body. She squirmed on Kyojuro's lap and buried her flushed face in the mattress, muffling her whimpers and soft moans.

“K-Kyo…”

Yet he was stronger than her, keeping her in place as he slapped her cunt. Making her arch her back as she cries out.

His fingers bully their way inside her, and Kyojuro chuckles, feeling how her gummy walls immediately tighten around him.

Leaning down to face his sweet, precious flame, he whispered in her ear, “Looking for something bigger? Hmph~ You’ll take what I give you, whore.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking at his radiant gaze. Lust could be seen through his lidded gazes.

Scissoring her warm heat, her juice splashed with every deep thrust dripping down her thighs and to the ground.

“Ooooo~” Her mouth formed an "O" as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her legs trembled while she pitifully tried to hump his fingers. 

“Gonna cum?” He hummed against her.

“Ugh, yessss…”

At the edge of her orgasm, about to cum so beautifully around his thick fingers, which were speeding up and sloppily beating her g spot, Kyojuro pulled his fingers out and rubbed her lower lips before he slapped her throbbing clit for good measure. Standing up and off the bed, he removed himself from his sweet, curvy beauty, quickly wanting to get rid of his undergarments.

Revealing his once again long and hard cock, springing free and in his hand, moved down to give himself much-needed friction pulling on the heaving rod.

She whines, throwing a tantrum under his gaze.

“How dare you! This is so not fair!” She pants out. Pouting at the sight of her master stroking himself in front of her, making her feel ever so desperate and needy, her warm heat once again feeling tingly and in want to finally cum.

That her right hand slowly started to make its way down to her throbbing clit, but the Flame Hashira was fast enough to grab her once again ankle and bring them upward, sliding her legs apart, keeping a firm hold on her parted thighs, and he brought his body forward and between her legs.

His sharp stare kept her in a trance.

“Don't you dare touch yourself unless I tell you to,” He growled lowly and demanded as she gasped from the sudden sensation of the tip of his member probing at her slick entrance.

She bit her lip to keep herself from moving her hips, shuddering at the restrained.

“Do I make myself clear?” He fixed his gaze, concentrating intensely on the sweet flame in his hands.

She quickly nodded her head. At this point, she couldn't go against him as much as she wanted to fight against him. She was willing to go along with whatever he wanted just to feel her sweet release.

But against her better judgment, her hips disobeyed her and moved against her will. Moving against him, his tip slid along her slick folds. One of his hands quickly went down to her doughy hip, pinning it down as he furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth hanging slightly as he inhaled sharply.

“You’re so despicable. Such a needy little slut that can't stop herself. Just want me to lay everything down and just slam my dick inside you, huh? Have your juice all over me, hmmm?” 

It was only for a moment, just a moment, that he allowed himself the pleasure of his tip dragging along her throbbing bud as he spoke those sinful words to her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Though only for a moment.

“But you don't deserve that. This is a punishment, after all.” That set her off, whimpering for him to continue, edging him on to continue dragging his length along her, but she was stopped by the tightly held hand on her soft hip.

Rengoku quickly yet dreadfully pulls himself off her before going down on his knees, bringing her lower half to hang off the bed and onto his shoulder and his hot breath hitting her core.

Suddenly, sniffing noises emerged from the room, shyly having the curvy beauty cover her face in embarrassment.

“You smell sweet~,” He says before placing a hand on the top of her lower stomach and the other spreading her lower fold, allowing him to kiss her pussy, causing her to whine.

“No…” She timidly sought to encourage him to move away from her lower half, reaching for his shoulder in an effort to pull him away, but he remained stubborn.

Licking her pussy and sucking on her folds, causing her to cry out and squirm under his grasp. Instantly bring her thighs together to ease the bliss she was feeling.

"Nah-huh" He fumbles to speak, too preoccupied with covering her cunt and repeatedly creating the number eight on her delicate clit, all the while firmly placing a hand over her thigh to keep them apart.

The feeling of his warm breath hitting her core and his tongue making swirls around her clit before slipping past her slick fold was a feeling she had never felt before, making her hands move to his hair, holding onto the spiky strands for her dear life.

That was his cue to nip at her delicate fold, for always trying to break him apart from his feast, causing her to let out another lewd moan.

Each touch has her gasping and her inside clenching around nothing as her legs begin to shake from the sweet torment. His strong hands on her body felt as if she was on fire as she tried to grind down against his lips, but his grip only tightened around her doughy thighs, sinking deeper into the soft flesh, and her sweet moans only seemed to grow loud at the sight of his biceps flexing.

Instinctively bringing a hand behind her to clutch onto the sheet as continuous kitten licks and sudden sloppy kisses on her pussy sent her feeling once again her sweet edge as the knot formed in her stomach and her back began to arch, catching Rengoku’s fiery stare.

While all this was happening, not once did he allow himself the pleasure of touching himself. legs knees under him with his thighs spread wide, visibly showing his weeping hard-on.

The throbbing flesh was hot to the touch, ready and dripping with pre as it twitched with every thrilling pretest and moan she dared muster in an attempt to run away from him.

He waited for the right time. The right moment to finally give the heaving rod a few strokes right as she was about to cum, wanting them both to climax at the same time. 

He smears his pre around the head, encouraging him to continue around the length and down to the base.

Kyojuro slowly stroked himself, following the same rhythm he had set with his greedy mouth. Imagining his cock being the actual one doing these things. His stroke became pumps, sweeping his thumb over the tip, swallowing her with his heated eyes as she watched him intently, barely blinking.

Groans escaped his already parted lips, deep and clear rumbling through her lower half. 

He was on the verge of his release as he squeezed his tip. He could feel her shuddering on his shoulder, and he used it as a sign to pick up on his rhythm for both him and her.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” In a moment of desperation, she lets out a weak cry, her eyes half-closed and rolling back as she runs her fingers through his hair. In her agitation, she tugs at his hair as she reaches her breaking point.

Milliseconds before Kyojuro moaned out loud.

He shot ropes of hot cum onto the ground, momentarily closing his eyes and losing himself devouring the sweetest juice he ever tasted.

Finally, after minutes had passed, the pounding in her head made her hyper-aware of his breathing, so shallow and deeper than she ever heard it.

Pulling away and resting her lovingly on the bed, Kyojuro stood from the ground. Pins and needles ran through his legs, yet he didn't seem to care. Finally allowing himself to open his eyes, he stared at the beautiful beauty he towered over, pupils dilated and plump lips enticing, all spread out on the bed with only her pajama shirt on.

He was the first to move before she could lean up to kiss him. Crawling into bed and hovering over her with his arms supporting his weight on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her.

His captivating kiss carried the familiar taste of her, drawing her close to him by the neck, molding her into putty in his hands.

[mistress-riddle]

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. tommy shelby.

✐ 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

❧ cw. typical violence, alcohol consumption, mentions of a child almost getting blown up, the usual 🤷🏻‍♀️

❧ r. I was wondering if I could request one where she happens to be back at the house/betting shop at the time when the Lees destroy it and the fact that the Lees still did that with there being a woman, let alone the woman who is his significant other, in the shop really infuriates Tommy when he comes back to see that she’d been affected by it. I’ll leave it up to you for how you want to end it. ☺️ — @runnning-outof-time

"ooh, where are you heading?" you ask polly who places a hat on top of her head and she sends you a smile as you greet her. she means to answer but tommy joins your side and interrupts her by asking "where's john?"

"john's at the garrison," she informs and tommy's brows furrow "says he wants a meeting about a family matter." you hear him sigh and so you put your hand on his shoulder and he gives you a look of exasperation.

"easy tommy, he just wants a meeting, not to overthrow the government."

"and well, we know he'd do that himself." polly remarks and you snicker in response, she purses her lips in return "besides, he'll say his piece and he'll be back to take his place with scudboat." her nephew merely rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disbelief.

"scudboat, john will be here in ten minutes." polly declares and walks away, fixing her gloves on her way out to the garrison.

"five." tommy corrects before following her, but he stops halfway and turns to you "you coming?"

"i'll stay, still haven't had breakfast." you tell him and point over to scudboat "he might also need some help counting."

tommy stares for a few seconds before nodding "i'll be back soon, love."

.

he walks out and you take a seat at scudboat's table continuing his counting as he locks up. having two people deal with the work quickened the pace and soon the two of you were done. you leaned back in your seat.

"would you like something from the kitchen, scudboat?" you follow your question with some offers "tea or some biscuits?"

he nods "tea would be nice, miss." you shoot him a smile as you get up however you're stopped from actually walking to the kitchen as the instant you stand, the doors bust open. almost like instinct, you see scudboat pull out what you presume is a gun from the side of your eye and you freeze in your spot with both arms raised in surrender.

"put that down!" you hear one of the men order and around 2-3 men with weapons circle scudboat and restrain him whilst you face the end of a barrel.

"this is for cheltham." a man with a gypsy accent and bandages covering his right ear announces as he moves his aim from you to scudboat and you hold back a groan. of course tommy angered the lee family during his visit to the races, of fucking course "we're just taking back what's ours." he drives the end of the gun to scudboat's face, effectively dropping him to the floor.

he then turns to you once more "where are the loots, huh?" he asks gruffly and you withhold a grimace.

"i don't what you're talking about." you respond, annoyed at the entire situation you were left in.

"come on, you're tommy's girl, are you not? he must've told you where they are." a scoff escapes your lips and you roll your eyes, arms crossing before your chest.

"what makes you think that?" you cock your head to the side, eyes widening in an innocent expression "i only work here to serve the men drinks and clean up."

the man lets out a hoarse laugh and clutches your face in his hold "don't mess with me, i know who you are." your face drops and you hold his gaze.

"then you must know that tommy will have your head if he so much as sees a scar on me?" you threaten softly and his grip loosens "or are you as stupid as you look, i mean you must be because who in their right mind would steal from the peaky blinders?--" you're stopped by a slap across your face.

"fuck you," he spits in your direction, probably realising that you won't give up information and are only wasting time, stalling for the shelby's return. you don't react, however, eyes staring daggers as he orders his men "search everywhere!" he tells them and they leave scudboat to fall on the floor to disperse around the betting shop, flipping the place all over in search of what the peaky blinders retrieved. you slip away during their distraction and kneel beside the injured man.

"i'm sorry" you whisper, reaching for a cloth on a nearby table to dab at the deep wound on his temple. it didn't take long for the men to leave, laughing as you hear something clunk against a table and within a few minutes, finn walks through the kitchen, his stroll halted at the sight of you and scudboat crouched on the floor.

"finn!" you call the boy and he runs to you, worry in his eyes "go and call your brothers, tell them to hurry here." you pat his cheek softly once he's close enough and with a nod, he races of to the garrison. you pull a fallen chair and stand it up right, helping scudboat on the chair.

"love," you hear tommy's voice before you see him "are you alright?" he asks and you leave scudboat as tommy gathers you in his arms, a kiss pressed against the crown of your head, and you inhale his familiar scent of cigarettes, whiskey and a mix of cologne.

"what the bloody hell happened here?" arthur asks from somewhere behind you and scudboat answers him as john surveys the betting shop, feet stomping in anger.

"tommy, i'm fine" you reassure him, patting his chest as you pull away. the slap was nothing as far as you were concerned "however, they took what they could find, sorry we couldn't do anything about it, they were all armed."

tommy shakes his head at you "fuck that, what matters is you're alright." he places a kiss on your forehead once more before detaching from you to scan the place. you turn to see arthur tending to scudboat (serving him alcohol, you note with a chuckle) and instead choose to stand beside polly who reaches a hand out to hold your own.

"your cheek's red." you see the dissatisfied expression she's wearing and tap her hand.

"polly, i'm fine, don't worry." whatever she intends to say dies down her throat as tommy approaches the centre of the room, wire cutters held in his hand.

"they left these." he shows the people in the room the tool and you and polly share a confused look.

"wire cutters?" the older woman questions.

"what for?" you ask and hesitate when you see the alarm quickly taking over the shelby brothers faces.

"nobody move." arthur instructs but you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"i think our friends are playing the game." your confusion turns to tommy instead and you feel the frustration rising at the lack of explanation.

"what game?" polly asks, putting away the cash box she picked up earlier with her free hand and john stops her from continuing "aunt pol, don't touch anything." he pleads.

"erasmus lee was in france."

"an explanation would be grand since not all of us were in said france." you snap, anxiety at its peak.

"when we gave up ground to the germans," tommy begins, looking straight into your eyes "we'd leave behind booby traps set up with wires. then we'd leave wire cutters, it's part of the joke." you let out a laugh of disbelief.

"somewhere in here there's a hand grenade attached to a wire." john declares and you shake your head.

"holy jesus."

"but we've all moved and touched multiple things in the room, surely it would've gone off by now," you surmise, nibbling on your lip and you catch sight of tommy's pensive face "and there aren't any obvious wires here, they couldn't have stayed long enough to set it either." you clarify.

"you're right," tommy nods "the bullet's in my name. he set up a trap intended for me specifically." you hold his gaze and see the pieces click in his brain and soon he walks out of the house.

everyone pauses and they look at you "the car!" you exclaim and follow after him, leaving the shelby's and scudboat behind.

you lift your dress up and catch up to tommy, bumping slightly into him, just to find his arm extended, talking to someone in his car. the person he's softly talking to causes your heart to drop to your stomach.

"finn," he calls out "stay exactly where you are." you raise a hand to cover your mouth and try to steady your fast beating heart.

"i was pretending i was you." finn giggles and you feel something stab into your heart, tommy leaves you behind as he slowly inches towards his baby brother.

"which door did you open to come in, finn?" tommy asks him and you can hear the panic in his voice.

"i didn't, i climbed in."

"i want you to climb out exactly the same way you climbed in, okay?" tommy approaches even closer, getting to the right side of the car.

"listen to your brother, finn." you call out from the entrance of the garage but finn merely giggles and opens the door anyways.

"NO!"

"FINN!"

you run towards the boy, arms open to cover his small body and tommy quickly retracts the bomb from the car and throws it outside into the streets, yelling a "clear!" as he discards it. you feel him shortly join your embrace afterwards as it goes off.

once he deems it safe to assess the damage, you both walk together with finn holding onto both your hands and tommys. a collective sigh of relief escapes you two before tommy drops down to face finn, holding the boy's face in his hands "this is why you should never pretend to be me."

you watch tommy hug finn who still tightly clung to your hand and tommy looks into your eyes once again, relief washing over them and you send him a tired smile.

"come on finn, how about we go get you some sweets huh?" you ask the boy and he nods eagerly. tommy ruffles his hair and gives him another short hug before letting him leave with you.

once you get home, finn full of sweets and no longer ruffled, you prepare a bathe before you settle in bed. you allow your restless body to finally relax and soak in the warmth of the tub. around half an hour later you wrap your hair in a cloth to absorb the water that still clung to your tresses and apply your moisturiser. your fingers pause when you hear your door open suddenly and in an instant you grab the closest thing beside you and hold it in the direction of the intruder.

"very effective weapon, dear." you look at the item in your hand and let out a scoff/laugh.

"wouldn't need to think about having a weapon if it weren't for your lifestyle." you argue and tommy scoffs in return, busy removing his shoes and outwear.

"[name], you're a woman who lives alone in small heath of all places." the look he sends you makes you snort "even if you had nothing to do with me, you wouldn't be that safe."

"that's wonderful to hear actually, will go to bed feeling safe and sound." you deadpan and he sits himself on your bed, watching as you get back to working the moisturiser into your skin.

"of course, always happy to let my woman know she's safe and protected." you toss one of your powder brushes at him and he easily catches it with a laugh.

"come here already," he beckons you and with a roll of your eyes, you join him under the covers.

"i need you to know that i won't ever let anything harm you," he says once you settle in his arms, eyes gazing into yours "truly."

"i know." you peck his lips before resting your head on his collarbone, he picks up your "weapon" and flicks through the pages to continue from the last time he stopped.

"erasmus has been dealt with and i hope you're ready for a wedding," just as you began to feel the embers of sleep take a hold of you, you peek your eyes open.

"oh no thomas, what'd you do?"

"don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

you roll your eyes at him once more and huff out a breath of irritation "fine, but if polly ever complains to me about this i'm kicking you out of my house and you'll have no access to my books."

"you like me too much to get rid of me, love."

"i'll be the judge of that." you close your eyes once more and drift off to sleep, but not before you feel a kiss against the top of your head.

[lovemyromance]

After I finished reading the books and the bonus chapter I thought there was a 50% chance that the next book could be about elriel and 50% it could be about gwynriel, especially when I saw how popular gwynriel was. I didn’t pick up on any of the lightsinger hints. I feel like most people don’t pick up on them the first time they read the books. Without the lightsinger theory, the bonus chapter seems to introduce gwyn as a possible love interest for az.

With everything we learn in hofas and what Sarah said in the today interview, I think she’s more likely to write elriel. But that doesn’t mean that elucien or gwynriel can’t happen, after all she said she writes based on vibes and she’s prone to change love interests.

*I don't even care if this is a troll ask I already had a draft along these lines saved so thanks for letting me use it*

Walk with me, 🚶🏽‍♀️

I mean, I agree. If I had ONLY read the bonus chapter and none of the other books, then yeah I'd say he starts the BC with Elain and ends with Gwyn. So he could go either way.

But that would be ignoring the rest of the books outside the singular, 5page bonus chapter 🤷🏻‍♀️

Though you're right, truly, SJM can take it any which way she wants. You see it as 50/50 chance between Elriel and Gwynriel, I see it as 99/1, SJM herself could be 75/25 who knows! She could do 0/0 and make Azriel end up with Eris too!

And yet - when you read that last sentence - where I claimed SJM could write Azris endgame just as likely as she could write Gwynriel or Elriel - I'm sure a part of you disagreed, didn't it?

"There's no way Azris is as likely as Gwynriel!"

You're right. It's not. You know that. I know that. And you know why we both believe it's unlikely that SJM will throw away both Elriel and Gwynriel in favor of Azris?

It's because SJM doesn't just "switch love interests" without buildup.

We all knows she can do whatever she wants - she's the author. But I think it's kind of an inaccurate statement to say "she's prone to switching love interests", point blank. She NEVER has done that without proper buildup.

SJM has two ways she "changes" a love interest:

1. A main character has a minor relationship that is summarized in a passing sentence or paragraph long thought about their ex/current lover. They might not have even been in an actual relationship just had romantic feelings at one point. Either way, it's never a focus of the story.

Ex: Hunt & Shahar, Feyre & Isaac Hale, Elain & Greyson, Mor & Azriel (and cassian ig), Bryce & Connor, Hypaxia & Ruhn

2. A main character has a full blown relationship with another main character and they fully explore all stages of falling in love, lust, breaking up, and then moving on to another character.

Ex: Tamlin/Feyre/Rhys; Dorian/Aelin/Chaol/Rowan

She does it both ways. Here's the difference though:

The first method is minor stakes. It's typically just the beginning of a relationship, or a retrospective point of view. There is very rarely any physical intimacy. It is also typically only the female's point of view.

In my opinion, it shouldn't really even count as a love interest switch up. It is so small in the scale of things and it never pans out or is given any importance in the main story. It fizzles out after the first 10 pages (not literally guys chill), basically.

Then we get to the second method of her "love interest switch". She doesnt do this one often, and it takes MULTIPLE books to cover. It is about a MAIN FEMALE character. The Feyre & Aelins, if you will.

Both of those situations were not something that was just sprung on us without adequate build up.

Feyre fell in love with Tamlin. Met Rhys. Slowly fell OUT of love with Tamlin. Then fell in love with Rhys. It took her 3 books.

They did not have a romance in ACOTAR while she was still falling for Tamlin. That would've been like if she went to Calanmai, saw Rhys, and then decided she didn't want Tamlin and only wanted Rhys from then.

Aelin & Dorian and Aelin & Chaol were two relationships that were FULLY fleshed out. She did not abruptly leave Chaol and immediately fall for Rowan. These aren't instances where anything happened abruptly in a bonus chapter or even in ONE book- these "switch ups" happened over multiple books.

Now let's look at Elain and Azriel.

In the context of the series, let's evaluate where these two stand in the two ways SJM does a love interest switch up:

1. Minor character romance switch up

- Are Azriel & Elain minor characters? ❌ no

- Did they share only one sentence or paragraph thinking about each other? ❌ no, they had multiple major scenes together

- Was it from a female POV? ❌ no

- do they only briefly show physical intimacy? Yes ✅

So clearly, Azriel and Elain don't fit into the first type of "switch up" she does. The only criteria they fit is that they have had one scene of minor physical intimacy.

2. Major character love interest switch

- Are Azriel & Elain main characters at this point? Yes ✅

- Did Azriel & Elain get a chance to fully explore their relationship and fall in love? No ❌

- Did Azriel & Elain get multiple books to cover this changing of feelings? No ❌

So clearly, Azriel and Elain don't fit into the second type of "switch up" she does either. The only criteria they fit is that they are both major characters right now.

Now what did we conclude as a result of this long ass post, if yall are still with me on this 10k hike?

Azriel & Elain have had buildup together that cannot be ignored.

They have been the main focus (Azriel's Hybern camp rescue of Elain was VERY similar to Nesta saving/willing to die for Cassain)

They have had clear romantic feelings for each other as evidenced by the bonus chapter

They have obstacles in place now (thanks Rhys).

There's foreshadowing in droves scattered throughout the bonus chapters and books.

The natural flow of the story supports Elriel

The POV before Elain's book is Azriel's not Lucien's

SJM is on the Today show talking about rejected mates

SJM has made Azriel step into the role Lucien should have been playing for Elain

If you're willing to ignore this and say "Gwynriel could have a 50/50 percent chance of happening bc of the singular bonus chapter" ... then go ahead. But don't act surprised when you get the next book in your hands and it's indeed Elriel 🤷🏻‍♀️

There is always a slight chance the author could do anything. That's like if I said "yeah - in every soccer game there's a chance the goalie could stop blocking shots and let the other team win."

Like yes. Quite literally they could do that. It's up to them.

But is it likely? No.

Will it go against everything they've set up and trained for? Yes.

SJM could write Gwynriel. She could write Azris then too, as that has equal buildup. She could write Nezris or Azquin. She could write anything. But that minuscule possibly of "anything could happen" doesn't affect typical calculations when it comes to statistics, so I don't know why it's playing a part here. SJM's plot does not defy the normal laws of physics and chance🙄

So at the end of this long walk, if you're still with me, I just want yall to know that yes SJM could do anything she wants she's the author - but Elriel is the most likely conclusion by far.

[aesthetixhoe]

posts and pictures with conrad fisher — C.F.

warnings: cursing, suggestive comments

authors note: i'm completely guessing on conrad's birthday since the show and book are different i think? i looked it up and didn't get a straight answer so.... 2005 it is!

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its_y/n when he likes book girls >>

con.rad.05 I just have so many green flags 💪🏻

| jere_fisher that's a big fat lie. 🥱

| con.rad.05 haha, very funny 😐

| jellybelly boys stop fighting or I'll tell my mom

jellybelly girls who read are just better 🤷🏻‍♀️

| steven.conklin Oh yeah, cause you would know, Mrs "I'm failing english"

| taytay.madison be nice.

| its_y/n the boys are so mean today

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jere_fisher what did I walk in on?? 🤢

its_y/n you're just jealous bffr 🙄🙄

| jere_fisher yeah right, best joke I've heard all week.

jellybelly noooo, they're so cute omg

con.rad.05 thanks for the new lock screen jere!

steven.conklin We've lost another solider 😔 RIP conrad, you will be missed. 💔

| jere.fisher no more boys time, he has to hang out with his girrrrrrllllfriendddd

| its_y/n yup! i stole him and you can't have him back 😘

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its_y/n summer lovin' ☀🩷

con.rad.05 had me a blast

| jere_fisher happened so fast??

| camcameron hey! This is my song 😟

| its_y/n we'll find one for you and skye, don't worry 😉

jellybelly that dress looks amazing on you

| con.rad.05 everything looks amazing on her, be real

| its_y/n there's too much flattery in here, I have to leave 🤭

steve.conklin No pic cred??

| its_y/n sorry bud, there's always next time!

| steven.conklin There won't be a next time 🙄

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con.rad.05 maybe the deb ball isn't THAT bad

its_y/n the best escort <3

| con.rad.05 you still need to pay me for my services 😏

| its_y/n aaaand you ruined the moment.

jellybelly taken moments before the mustard disaster

| its_y/n it was a sad day 😔

jere_fisher I was a better escort 🤭

| its_y/n you did eat that dance

| jere_fisher there are 8 letters in Jeremiah 🤯

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its_y/n bed head

con.rad.05 I can give great head

| its_y/n CONRAD FISHER STOP THAG RIGHT NOE

| con.rad.05 what will I get if I do?

| jere_fisher PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP

jellybelly surprised he didn't kick you out of the bed

| its_y/n almost!

steven.conklin Get your filthyhands off my boyfriend!

| its_y/n never!! >:)

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con.rad.05 I'm stealing her permanently

steven.conklin You can steal me next 😘

| con.rad.05 I'd rather not...

| steven.conklin Mhm, sure, you're totally not just covering bc of y/n 😒

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its_y/n life recently >>

taytay.madison no me in the recap??

| its_y/n I'M SORRY, YOU'LL BE IN THE NEXT PHOTO DUMP I PINKY PROMISE

con.rad.05 i love loving you.

| its_y/n why do you only say romantic things on instagram 😔

| con.rad.05 to show off

jere_fisher summer ending is going to be awful

| steve.conklin preach brother 🙌🏻

jellybelly the best summer in the books

[xhfics]

threesome with jungsu and jiseok… 🫣

Dinna, bestie. I'm 100% using the things you wrote in your reply to my ask for this🤭

Note: 18+ minors dni!! Jiseok x Reader x Jungsu. Contains semi-public sex, slight handjob & fingering, threesome (no m x m), protected and unprotected sex, slight degradation and overstimulation (jiseok to reader), light choking??? Help Jiseok gets a little possessive🤷🏻‍♀️ cameo from Gunil and Seungmin

The video of you and Jiseok had been send to the group chat, and he had collected the money from his friends . But none of them were mad at the way the bet played out. In fact, they were surprised and impressed by it.

There was only one person who was slightly... let down by the fact he wasn't able to win the bet himself. Jungsu.

"You're still up for the gym session, right?" You ask him, a few days after the video had been seen by the group of friends.

You're all at Jiseok's place, chilling after a few rounds of tennis matches. The guys aren't shy to talk to you, they never were. But Jiseok's definitely more... possessive over you now that his friends have seen his girlfriend naked.

He doesn't regret making the video, and neither do you. He's glad he's now able to finally show you off to everyone. The looks and glances of his friends make him a little jealous, but part of him also kind of likes it that his friends find you hot. He's extremely proud that your his, and he's yours.

You sit on your boyfriend's lap, both of you facing Jungsu. Whose slightly red cheeks are very obvious.

"You really meant that?" He says, trying to sound like he doesn't care. "You wanna work out with me?"

You lean back against Jiseok's chest, and he wraps his arm around your waist. You nod. "Yeah of course!"

"I'm coming too though." Jiseok says, more so to Jungsu than to you. "She doesn't know how to hold back and I don't want her to overuse her ankle."

You chuckle, knowing why Jiseok is saying this. The two of you had a brief talking after filming the little clip; he had asked you if you really, truly thought Jungsu was cute. And if you really, truly would have had sex with him if you weren't with Jiseok.

You had said yes to both questions. To which Jiseok suggested you should do it if you had the chance and Jungsu wanted it too.

~

"Did you really have to wear the least amount of clothes possible for this?" Jiseok says, lacing his fingers with yours as the two of you enter the gym building.

Apart from Jungsu, who's waiting for you two, it's empty. It's a semi-private gym, owned by the parents of one of Jiseok's friends, who train important people and celebrities here. The whole friend group is welcome to come and go whenever they feel like it, including you.

You chuckle at your boyfriend's comment. "I wanna look cute for you."

"And Jungsu." Jiseok adds with a sigh.

You halt just before the entrance of the gym and turn to face Jiseok. "Babe if you don't want this, I won't do it. You know that, right?"

He presses a firm kiss on your lips. "I know. I don't mind it. It's just that I don't know if I'll be able to keep my thoughts to myself."

"Well." You smile at him, taking his hand and guiding it to your hip. He rests it there, right on the waistband of your gym shorts. They're tight and short, and show your ass in all the right ways. "You can always join in."

He bites his lower lip at the thought and pulls you closer to kiss you. His hands slide to your ass, firmly gripping it and pulling you even closer to him.

"You should go work out with Jungsu." He then says, his lips still slightly on yours. "The quicker you're done, the quicker I, or maybe we, can fuck you."

The moment you walk into the gym, Jungsu is already working out. You have to be honest to yourself; he looks extra hot when he works out.

"You don't really have any intention of actually working out, do you?" Jungsu asks 15 minutes after you've started your 'workout'.

"Mh, how so?" You ask, putting your dumbbells down on the floor and walking up to him. Jiseok's keeping an eye on you via the mirror.

Jungsu chuckles and puts down his weights as well. "You're half-assing it. And you're not focused on it at all."

You shrug a little. "I'm focused. Very focused. Just on you instead of my workout."

A soft chuckle from Jiseok is heard by the both of you, and Jungsu turns to face him. "Is she always like this?"

Jiseok nods, not saying anything. He makes it clear with his casual behavior that he doesn't mind this at all.

Jungsu smirks softly as he turns back to face you. "Anything I can help you with?"

You briefly touch his upper arm, and slightly tilt your head in a playful way. "Be honest with me, Jungsu. Were you disappointed you didn't win the bet?"

He gulps and quickly eyes Jiseok, who's now walking up to the both of you.

"You can say it." Jiseok scoffs amused. "Everyone noticed it anyway."

"Okay, yeah I was disappointed." Jungsu mumbles, keeping his eyes on you. You notice his gaze going down to your chest slightly, the quickly back up again.

"You know..." you say, brushing Jungsu's blonde bangs out of his eyes. They're slightly wet from his sweat. "Jiseok and I have been talking. And if you want, you can fuck me."

"But only right now." Jiseok adds, sliding his arm around your waist. "And I'm making sure you're being good to her."

You're lucky the gym is empty, because Jungsu is barely able to keep his cool. You knew he wanted to, but you didn't expect him to be this eager.

"Anything that's a no?" Jungsu asks the moment the three of you are in the changing rooms.

Jiseok finds a smaller room with a lock and beckons you and Jungsu.

"Condom stays on." Your boyfriend says, handing Jungsu one of his condoms that he grabbed out of his gym bag. "Other than that, anything goes."

You already feel yourself getting extremely aroused by the situation. Seeing Jiseok like this, letting you get fucked by one of his friends, just makes it all way hotter.

Jungsu looks at you to ask you the same question.

You position yourself on a bench in the room and shake your head. "Whatever you want."

As soon as you say those words, Jungsu crashes his lips on yours for a rough kiss. His hands immediately on your chest, grabbing hold of your boobs. It makes you chuckle how needy he is.

The two of you quickly get up and Jungsu guides you to lean against the wall of the small room.

Jiseok's eyes widen, both because he's surprised his friend immediately has his hands on his girlfriend and of how much he likes seeing you like that.

You quickly eye Jiseok, gauging if he's still okay with it. Which he definitely is, so you take it a step further and pull away from Jungsu's hungry kisses to push down your flimsy fitness top, taking along the sports bra with it. You're too eager for this to properly take everything off.

Jungsu looks for a second and sighs happily. "Fuck, I need you so badly."

As soon as his hands are back on your breasts and his lips on your neck, you tug his shorts down and start palming is obviously hard dick over his boxers.

Jungsu bites the skin of your shoulder as the sensation of your hand on his clothes cock gives him chills.

You slip your hand in his boxers and start jerking him off slowly. You occasionally look at your boyfriend, who's eyes are glued to what's happening in front of him. You know he's hard and horny, and you know he wants in. But not yet.

"I think we should fuck." You say to Jungsu, as you slide your thumb over his leaking tip. You bring your thumb to your mouth and lick off the precum.

Jungsu is at a loss for words and just does what his dicks wants him to do; roll on the condom and undress you further.

He slides his fingers through your folds quickly. You're slightly embarrassed that you're already this wet. Jungsu presses his body closer against yours as he pushes himself into you.

The softest but most satisfied moan escapes your lips as he fills you up right away. You feel a pair of lips on yours, Jiseok's.

You look at him, while Jungsu's thrusting into you, and your boyfriend seems to enjoy it all a little too much maybe.

His eyes get a bit dark, lustful, and he speaks with a low voice. "You're taking him so well, like a proper slut. My slut."

You bite your lip to suppress a moan, and wrap your arm around Jungsu more tightly. He lifts one of your legs up slightly, so he can really fuck into you.

"I need to cum." He pants, quickening his pace. He face is close, and you know he likes being kissed. So you press your lips on his and make out with him some more.

He's getting a little sloppy, his lips are just touching yours without really kissing you anymore.

"Jungsu, don't worry about me." You mumble against his mouth. "You can use me to cum."

He grips the flesh of you ass hard and squeezes as he spills himself into the condom. He lets out a satisfied moan into your mouth and it makes you even more wet than you already were.

Jungsu gives you a quick and firm kiss before slipping out of you.

You barely have any time to catch your breath, because your boyfriend already has his hands on you as soon as Jungsu takes a step back.

"You're definitely not done babe." Jiseok says to you with a low voice. His hand immediately slides down your folds and into you. "Oh he fucked you well, you're soaking."

You shiver as his fingers enter you. Jungsu has stretched you out nicely and Jiseok easily slips three fingers in.

He kisses you, roughly and with tongue. He keeps his fingers inside of you, pumping them slowly in and out as you fumble with his pants and push them down.

Jiseok takes his fingers out your dripping hole and lines himself up with you, when the sound of a door opening makes the three of you freeze in the small room.

You quickly take a look at Jungsu, who just got himself cleaned up as best as he can. His cheeks are red, his hair sticks to his forehead and he's nervous about the situation.

"God that video was hot." You hear someone say. You recognize the voice of one of Jiseok's friends, Gunil.

"Yeah, he's a lucky guy." Another voice, that you know is Seungmin's, says.

You hear rumblings from the guys as they're changing into their workout clothes. You lock eyes with Jiseok and you see that he's up to something.

He gives you a feathery light kiss and places his hand over your mouth. There's a split second where he raises his eyebrow ever so slightly, as to check if you're okay with this.

You give him the slightest nod and pushes his cock deep inside you. He bites his lower lip, suppressing any sound that he wants to make. And you grab onto his upper arm firmly.

If it weren't for his hand covering your mouth, you would have let him know how good it feels to have him in you right now.

Jiseok bites down on your shoulder, slowly but surely moving in and out of you. The tension of his friends being in the same room, where you just fucked Jungsu as well as fucking Jiseok right at this moment, is making you lose your mind.

You could cum right here and now. But you won't, because you want more.

Jungsu is eyeing the both of you up and down, and you notice he's getting aroused again. You wish you could help him again, but Jiseok only allowed you one time with him.

The two men in the changing room take their sweet time getting changed and ready for their workout, and it's getting more difficult for you to keep quiet. Jiseok's getting a little sloppy as well and his hand leaves your mouth for just a second.

A soft pant escapes from your lips as Jiseok slowly pulls out of you and slides back in again. You freeze, but Jiseok doesn't seem to care anymore.

It sounds like his friends didn't notice anything and you hear them leave the room. Immediately you feel your boyfriend's hand slide to your neck and he applies some gentle pressure on it, still making your breath get stuck in your throat.

"Should have been quiet, princess." He says, caressing the front of your throat with his thumb. "Gonna have to punish you for that."

"Jiseok.." you pant, louder than you meant to.

Your boyfriend's hand slides to your chest, possessively groping your boobs as he fucks into you like it's going to be his last time.

"Jungsu, I need you to shut her up." Jiseok says, breathing heavily as he gives you a firm kiss on your open mouth. "She's being too fucking loud."

You kinda forgot you weren't alone in this spacious stall for a second, your eyes either shut closed from pleasure or looking at your boyfriend as he fucks you well.

Jungsu swallows hard, he doesn't want to interfere with anything. But Jiseok grabs his wrist and pulls him closer to the two of you.

You grab onto Jiseok's arm firmly as Jungsu kisses you. Your nails dig into Jiseok's bare skin, making him get closer to his high.

His hand leaves your chest and starts to rub circles on your clit, right when you're already coating his cock with your cum.

You moan into Jungsu's mouth. The hand that was gripping Jiseok's arm, slides around his shoulders and you pull him closer to you. Your other hand is tangled in Jungsu's workout top.

"Jiseok.. baby.." you whine against Jungsu's lips, as Jiseok's still rubbing you through your orgasm; overstimulating you.

Jiseok is getting close, you know he is. But instead of releasing himself into you, he pulls out and covers your workout top that's scrunched around your waist.

Jungsu quickly takes a step back and lets out a soft chuckle. He seems to enjoy all of it.

"What the fuck babe?" You ask, your voice still trembling from the overstimulation.

"Should have kept quiet when my friends where here." Your boyfriend says with a cocky smirk. He kisses you roughly before speaking again. "You're gonna go to the other changing room through the gym, and you're gonna say hi to them."